Page 27 of Going Deep (Odyssey #3)

Michael left it at that, knowing she’d simmer with curiosity, and led her to the stairs leading to the third floor. He urged her up in front of him, partly because her awareness was heightened when she couldn’t see him, and partly because he liked the view.

She was wearing the knee-length skirt with the waist to hem zipper she’d worn for her first visit to Odyssey .

It covered a lot more than the attire most submissives wore to the club—a lot more—but it had become his favorite.

Probably because the pencil skirt style fed into his naughty schoolteacher fantasy.

His lips quirked, remembering his reaction to seeing her in reading glasses for the first time.

She’d been a little stunned when he’d whipped the book out of her hands and demanded a blowjob—with glasses on.

When they topped the stairs, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, feeling the thin strap of leather under his hand. She wore his collar when she came to the club, and though the time would come soon enough for her to give it back, right now, she was his to enjoy.

He led her to a room at the end of the hall, stopping at the door. He could hear soft music coming from inside and knew the other party had already arrived.

He turned to face Ginger , stroking a finger down her cheek, enjoying the flush of arousal. “ New set of rules for tonight, darling.”

Her eyes grew curious. “ Sir ?”

“We won’t be the only people in this room,” he told her, and though there were a whole host of questions in her eyes—and some unease—she kept silent. “ They won’t be able to see you, but they’ll know you’re there.”

“Ah…okay.”

“I don’t want you to speak unless I ask you a specific question, or unless you need to use your safeword. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir .”

“No speaking,” he repeated, and tucked his tongue into his cheek. “ But moans and whimpers are acceptable.”

Her mouth dropped open, but before she could ask any questions, he pushed open the door and nudged her inside.

Ginger shut her mouth with a snap, her eyes widening as she looked around the room.

A bright light shone overhead in the center of the space, leaving the edges of the room in darkness, and in the center of that circle of light stood a man and a woman.

Additional lights stood on stands at the four corners of the space, all of them pointed at the couple in the middle of the room—and with the lights shining on them, they wouldn’t be able to see past them.

The door closed with a distinct click, and the man looked up with a smile. “ Our guests are here, sweetheart,” he murmured to the woman in his arms, and Ginger saw a shudder run through her.

She opened her mouth to say—what? But before a sound could emerge, she felt Michael’s hand tighten on her neck.

“No speaking.” The almost soundless whisper was right in her ear. “ Trust me, Ginger .”

She swallowed hard. Her eyes were locked on the couple—the man in dress slacks and a button-down shirt, the woman in a skirt and blouse. Her hair was cut in a jaw-length swing, the color a dark brown that gleamed like mink in the bright lights. Her pale white skin glowed like a pearl.

As Ginger watched, the man turned the woman to face the door. He stood behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other stroking her hair. “ Tell them your name, sweetheart.”

“Abigail,” came the soft reply.

“Very good, pet.” His voice rumbled with approval. “ Tell them why you’re here.”

“Because I like being watched.”

Ginger sucked in a sharp breath, and she turned to look at Michael . His fingers tightened warningly on the nape of her neck. “ Just wait,” he murmured, his voice too soft to carry over the music soaring through the speakers.

The man’s hand stroked over Abigail’s hair and down to her throat. “ And what do you like to do while you’re being watched?”

Abigail tilted her head back, exposing her throat to his hand. When he closed his fingers around her neck to press lightly, she moaned. “ Fuck . I like people to watch me while I fuck.”

“No, pet, you’ve got that wrong,” the man corrected with a low laugh. “ You like it when people watch you get fucked.”

Oh, my .

Michael shifted so his body pressed against Ginger's , his chest to her back, his hips to her ass. One arm came around her waist, the other rising to circle the base of her throat. “ Some people,” he murmured into her ear, “like being on display. Abigail and Jack , for example.”

In front of them, Jack licked the edge of Abigail’s ear, and Michael mirrored the action. Ginger shuddered, heat flooding her body.

“They like knowing we’re here. Watching .” His breath was warm against her neck. “ With the lights on them, they can’t see us. But they can hear us. They want us to watch.” His voice lowered to a throaty purr. “ And I know you want to watch.”

Ginger swallowed hard, her throat working against the light press of his hand. Her eyes were locked on the couple standing in the circle of light, her mind racing. They couldn’t see her. She could watch. And she wanted to watch.

“Do you want to watch, darling?” Michael asked her, his voice pitched just a little louder than before. Ginger watched Abigail shiver and realized he’d deliberately spoken loud enough so they could hear him.

Oh, yes. “ Yes ,” she said, her voice already husky with lust. “ Yes , I do.”

“Then watch,” he said.

In the circle of light, Jack grinned and fisted his partner’s hair. He tugged her head back, smothering her throaty moan in a rough, deep kiss.

Ginger’s body felt tight, as though her skin had shrunk over her flesh. Everything felt tender, sensitive. Her breasts were swollen and tight under her snug top, her nipples already hard. Her inner thighs were slick with moisture, her pussy throbbing in time with the beat of her heart.

Michael’s hands suddenly shifted, going to the neckline of her top.

The scoop neck left most of her upper chest bare, the stretchy material clinging like a second skin without being too restricting.

He hooked a finger in the neckline and tugged it down, then used his other hand to lift first one, then the other breast out so they were exposed, the top pressing them up from underneath.

She made a sharp move with her hands, an instinctive motion to cover herself. Michael let out a low growl, the arm around her waist tightening slightly, and she dropped her hands back to her sides.

His “ Good girl” was barely a whisper.

She kept her eyes on the couple in front of them, desire building as she watched the man— Jack —tug his partner’s dress down to her waist. Her breasts spilled out, larger than Ginger’s , with dusky pink nipples. Still holding her head, still kissing her, he palmed one soft globe.

Ginger’s breath came out in a rush when Michael’s calloused hand cover her breast, his strong fingers massaging firmly. Her moan sounded loud in her own ears, and her teeth sank into her lower lip to bite off the sound.

“No.” Michael pinched her nipple hard, his fingers ruthlessly pressing down until a whimpering cry escaped. “ They want to hear you, Ginger .” His voice lowered, for her ears only. “ Every time you bite off a sound, I’ll hurt you until you can’t help but make noise.”

She struggled to keep her focus. The scene in front of her, the pain blooming in her breast, Michael’s hard cock pressed to the curve of her ass—it all combined to push her head right up into the clouds. “ Yes , Sir ,” she managed, and his fingers gentled on her nipple.

She let out a quiet sigh, and Michael chuckled in her ear, the sound dark and rich. “ Good girl,” he murmured, and the approval in his voice made her sigh again.

With an effort, she pulled her attention away from the riot happening in her own body and back to the couple in front of them.

Jack let go of Abigail’s hair, stroking his hand down her body as his mouth continued to plunder hers. He stroked her bare breasts, his fingers plucking and tugging at the dusky nipples until they’d tightened into stiff peaks, their color going deeper, darker.

With a last nip on her lip, he drew back slightly. “ On your knees, pet. Let’s show our guests how well you take my dick in your pretty mouth.”

Abigail glanced toward the door, where Ginger stood in the shadows. She stiffened, alarmed. Could Abigail see her? Michael’s arm tightened around her waist, and she slowly relaxed. He’d said they couldn’t see, and Michael didn’t lie.

“Can they see me?” Abigail whispered, her fingers clenched in the crisp cotton of Jack’s shirt.

Jack stroked her hair. “ Yeah , baby. They can see you. They want to see you suck my cock.” He raised his voice slightly. “ Don’t you?”

“Answer him,” Michael growled in her ear, his fingers still tracing delicate circles around her nipple.

“Yes,” she moaned, and was rewarded with a bite on the side of her neck. “ Yes , I want to see her suck your cock.”

Abigail let out a little whimper of delight and sank gracefully to her knees. She undid Jack’s belt, worked his zipper, pulled his hard cock out of his pants, and all the while her eyes kept searching the darkness in the corner.

Jack put a hand on her head. “ Do as the lady requested, pet. Suck .”

She turned her eyes on him, hands on his thighs, her head tilted back as she opened her mouth for the thrust of his cock. She licked over the head, swirling her tongue around with delicate precision before leaning forward and sucking him deep.

Ginger gasped as the arm around her waist tightened abruptly, jerking her back into Michael . “ You like watching her take that dick deep in her throat, darling?”

Her body practically vibrating with arousal, she nodded. “ Yes .”

“I’d like to feel your soft mouth around me,” he whispered into her ear. “ On your knees, just like that. But I’d tie your hands behind your back first. Hold your head in my hands, control your every move. Make you take it.”