Page 41 of Going Deep (Odyssey #3)

She gasped for breath, little whimpering moans the only sound she could make. He watched her struggle to speak, and kept his hand still on the plug so she could concentrate enough to find the words.

“Drawer,” she finally managed to gasp, and he growled with approval.

“Glad to see you’re getting with the program, Ms . Dowling .” He let go of the plug, giving himself the pleasure of watching her ass suck it back in before reaching for the desk drawer.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he eyed the supplies she’d laid in. Leather cuffs, collar, the ball gag he knew she had a love/hate relationship with, his favorite flogger, a butterfly vibe, condoms, and the lube.

“Prepared for anything, weren’t you?” He grabbed a condom and the lube, leaving the rest behind.

“Naughty, naughty, Ms . Dowling . Having all those dirty little toys in your desk.”

She tried to glare at him through lustful eyes. “ I confiscated all those things from students.”

He snorted. “ Sure you did.”

“It’s true!”

He shrugged and unbuttoned his jeans, grinning as her eyes tracked down to follow the movement. “ I think you’re lying, Ms . Dowling , but I don’t really care.”

He unbuttoned the last button and pulled his cock out of the open fly, the rigid length sticking straight out.

She gulped when she saw how hard he was, her eyes following his every move as he tore open a condom packet and slowly rolled it on.

When he flipped open the cap on the lube bottle, she seemed to stop breathing altogether.

This might have been a very bad idea.

Ginger gulped, watching him fist his cock, shiny and slick with lube.

Her pussy still throbbed, her asshole clenching over and over on the plug buried deep, but some of her desire was cooling in the face of reality.

Fantasizing about taking his thick cock up her ass was incredibly hot—the prospect of actually doing it was suddenly less appealing.

She pushed up on her hands, half raising off the desk.

He paused mid-stroke, his eyes narrowing as he flicked his gaze over her face, the set of her shoulders. She knew he could see her sudden tension, the trepidation that had replaced desire in her expression.

“What’s your favorite color, Ms . Dowling ?” he asked, and she nearly sighed with relief. He was checking in, and doing it in a way that didn’t completely disrupt the role play. The fact that he would do that, that her comfort was more important than his fantasy, made it all suddenly okay.

“Green,” she told him hoarsely. “ Bright , vibrant green.”

His eyes flared with surprise. “ You’re sure about that?”

She nodded. “ Absolutely sure. But if it changes, I’ll let you know.”

“Good.” Approval and laughter shone in his eyes for a brief moment before they went hot again. “ Now bend the fuck over.”

Her body obeyed seemingly without input from her brain, her breasts flattening under her weight as she pressed into the desk. He moved behind her, his fingers brushing her ass before gripping the base of the plug, and she struggled not to tense.

“I love this ass.” He slapped one cheek, then the other, the sting settling into her skin. Desire returned with a rush of heat. “ Bring your hands back here, Ms . Dowling . I want you to hold this ass open for me.”

Oh boy, oh wow. Her hands slid back to settle on her cheeks, warm from his hand, her face pressing into the desk as her fingers curled into her butt. She pulled gently, barely separating her buttocks.

With a low growl, his hand came down with a harsh smack. Right on her pussy.

“Oh,” she moaned, her hips jerking against the desk. The pain and pleasure, the heat and the sting overwhelmed, clouding her mind, making it impossible to think.

“Wider,” he ordered and slapped her pussy again.

Her pussy spasmed hard, but it wasn’t quite enough to get her over the edge. She dug in her fingers and pulled, spreading her cheeks wide. He was looking right at the most intimate part of her, nothing in the way of his gaze, and her face flushed with heat.

“There we go,” he crooned. She felt him grasp the plug and tug, but unlike before he didn’t stop. With steady, even pressure, he pulled the plug free while she gasped and moaned and twitched, holding herself open for his pleasure.

When it finally came free she groaned, her fingers flexing on her buttocks. “ Don’t let go,” he warned, so she held her hands still while her anus clenched and spasmed as it tried to close.

And he was watching that happen. The knowledge sent a fresh flood of embarrassment and desire running through her.

“Such a pretty little asshole, open and waiting for me. I hate to disappoint.”

And the slick, fat head of his cock pushed inside.

Her long, low moan mingled with his.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, his hands clamping onto her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises. His breath hissed out as he pushed ahead another inch. “ You’re so tight.”

She panted, struggling to stay relaxed, but the burning stretch in her anus was making it impossible. He felt huge, even bigger than the plug. He pulled back slightly, then forged even deeper.

“My favorite color might be starting to change,” she gasped, and he chuckled.

“Can’t have that,” he murmured, and then his fingers were on her clit.

“Jesus, you’re so wet.” His fingers slipped easily through the folds of her cunt, gathering moisture before returning to her clit. He circled it gently at first, then with a firmer touch. Her hips jerked under the lash of sensation, and he sank deeper into her ass.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned.

“Please,” she whimpered. “ I can’t take much more.” She didn’t know if she was talking about his cock in her ass or the build-up to orgasm.

“Yeah, you can.” His fingers worked her clit, slipping and sliding over and around as he worked his cock deeper.

The burning stretch faded into the background, the throbbing in her clit taking all her focus.

She couldn’t help the convulsive surge of her hips, and suddenly he was in all the way, the open fly of his jeans pressed into the soft cheeks of her ass.

“Yes,” he hissed.

He pulled back, the drag of his cock on delicate tissue making her shiver, then slid back in. Out . In . Pause to add more lube, then in and out again. He fucked her ass with deliberate strokes, slowly picking up speed until he was moving, not at slamming speed, but not exactly carefully, either.

And his fingers never stopped stroking her clit.

She grunted softly every time he bumped into her ass, her fingers still clenched on her buttocks. Her mind was a whirl, her body alive with sensation: the burning stretch in her anus, the almost unbearable heaviness of his cock in her ass. The slick slide of his finger over her clit.

The tension in her belly was coiling tighter, fed by the harsh groans and coarse words of praise and lust and love that spilled from his lips as he thrust into her over and over. They’d both abandoned the role play, too caught up in the pleasure and each other to maintain.

“Michael. Sir .” Ginger pressed her forehead into the desk, arching back into his thrusts. Her legs were trembling, her breath coming in harsh pants. Her pussy was fluttering, the unmistakable onset of her orgasm making her groan.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered into the polished wood.

“Yeah, baby.” He trapped her clit between his fingers and tugged. “ Come with me.”

The hard pinch on her clit shoved her over the top, dragging a hoarse scream from her throat. Her cunt clenched down hard as she exploded, her asshole clamping down on his thrusting cock.

She dimly heard his roar, felt his cock jerk and swell inside her. His orgasm triggered another for her, making her cry out, pleasure and pain once again entwined, until oblivion.

Gradually she became aware that he’d collapsed over her, pressing her into the desk and panting for breath. She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on breathing. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her smile.

“You okay?” he murmured, and her smile widened.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “ One question?”

He nuzzled her neck. “ What , love?”

“Can I let go of my ass now?”

He chuckled in her ear. “ Yes .”

“Thank God ,” she sighed, groaning slightly as she unclamped her hands and let her arms fall to her sides. “ I think I might’ve drawn blood there at the end.”

“You were amazing,” he murmured, and she opened her eyes.

“Good surprise?” she asked, though she could see the answer on his face.

“Great surprise.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a tender kiss.

“Mmm. Good .” She sighed. Her butt hurt, her neck was turned at an unnatural angle, and she was pretty sure she’d left a fingernail or two embedded in her ass cheeks. But none of that mattered when she saw how happy he was. “ I wanted to do something special.”

He shifted slightly, bracing a hand next to her head to take some of his weight off her. “ Not to look a gift horse in the ass—” he grinned at her snort. “ But what’s the occasion?”

Her belly clenched in anxiety for a moment before it smoothed out again, and she sent him a sunny smile. “ I thought we should celebrate my moving in.”

He blinked, then broke out into a huge grin. “ You’re moving in?”

“Not until February ,” she cautioned. “ That’s when my lease is up. But after that…yeah. If that’s still okay.”

“Of course, it’s still okay,” he told her. “ Just in time for Valentine’s Day .”

“Oh, good,” she teased. “ I don’t have to get you a present.”

He laughed softly. “ Brat ,” he whispered, then pressed his mouth to hers.

She sighed into it, her eyes fluttering closed. Then they popped wide. “ Um . What is that?”

He grinned at her and pushed his hips against her. “ What ? You mean that?”

“Yeah. That .” His cock, which had softened after his orgasm, was showing unmistakable signs of new life. “ Um . I don’t mean to be a buzzkill…”

He laughed until she thought he’d burst. “ Don’t worry, babe. I know you’re not up for another round. Hold still.”

She winced when he pulled free, her swollen flesh protesting the movement.

“Hang on, sweetheart.” He swiftly removed the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket, then hitched up his pants. She was just sliding her hands under her body to push herself up when he swung her up into his arms.

She clutched at his shoulders. “ What’re you doing?”

He shifted his grip as he strode out into the hall. “ We could use a shower.”

She grimaced when she realized just how much lube was smeared all over her bare butt. “ Can we do a bath instead?”

“Sure.” His gaze darkened with concern. “ Sore ?”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “ A little. Not too bad.” She frowned when she looked down at herself. Her shirt still hung open, baring her chest, and her skirt was around her waist. The only things still in place were her shoes and her glasses.

“I must look ridiculous.”

He shot her an incredulous look. “ If by ridiculous, you meant hot, then yes, you look ridiculous. Did you get new glasses?”

“Oh.” She drew them off with a giggle. “ Yeah . You like?”

He grinned and swung into the bath. “ I love.”

“I noticed.” She tossed the glasses on the counter as they passed.

“I may make it a rule that you have to wear them whenever we’re home alone.”

“They’re reading glasses,” she reminded him. “ I’ll be walking into walls.”

“Then I’ll just carry you everywhere,” he said blithely. “ That can be a rule, too.”

She snickered when he set her on the edge of the tub. “ Is that how it’s going to be from now on? Rules ?”

“Hell, yes.” He flicked on the taps with a wink. “ Rule number one: no clothes.”

Her mouth dropped open as he worked the shirt off her shoulders. “ Seriously ?”

He made quick work of her blouse and skirt, then slipped her shoes off her feet. “ Just when we’re home alone.”

“Hmmm.” Her eyes narrowed as he shucked his own clothes. “ I don’t know about that. It gets pretty cold in Chicago .”

“We’ll turn the heat up.” He scooped her up and deposited her in the tub, then stepped in behind her. “ Rule number two: if you’re naked, you’re wearing the glasses.”

“You’re getting awfully high-handed suddenly.”

He snorted and settled back into the curve of the tub, tugging her back so her back rested against his chest. “ Suddenly ? You must not have been paying attention.”

She huffed out a laugh. “ Right . Any other rules?”

“I’m sure I can come up with a few more.”

“Do I get to give you rules?”

“Sweet summer child,” he said, amusement ripe in his tone. “ You can try. That’ll be fun.”

She sighed. “ What am I going to do with you?”

His arms came around her in a hard hug. “ Love me, I hope. In fact, let’s make that rule number three.”

She twisted around so she could see his face. “ You’re making loving you a rule?”

“Problem?” he asked, his voice mild, but she could see the underlying vulnerability in his eyes.

She sent him a beatific smile. “ Not at all. I just think it should be rule number one.”

“Rule number one it is,” he murmured.

“Good.” She snuggled into his embrace, feeling wrung out and sore and more loved than she’d ever felt in her entire life.

“Now, about this naked rule,” she began.

He burst out laughing. “ Sorry , sweetheart. I’m not negotiating that one.”

She huffed out an exaggerated breath. “ Fine . Then you'd better keep condoms and lube stashed in every room in the house, just in case.”

“Deal.”

She just rolled her eyes. “ What time is everyone coming over for dinner?”

“We’ve got about two hours before they show up.”

“Hmmm.” She rose to her knees and turned to wrap her arms around his neck. Her still-tender breasts made contact with his chest and made her shiver. “ We should probably start cooking.”

“Or,” he suggested, pulling her close, “we could order in.”

She sighed when he skimmed his lips over her ear. “ I told Anna and Lola I was making pork chops. If I don’t, they’ll know why.”

“Do you care?”

“Not really.” She pulled back to smile at him. “ Too bad there aren’t any condoms and lube in here. We wouldn’t have to get out of the tub.”

He merely pointed to the shelf next to the tub, which held…a small bowl of condoms and a pump bottle of lube.

“We can’t have sex in the tub,” she protested between giggles. “ We’ll get water all over the floor.”

“So?” He slipped his fingers between her legs, sliding over her still sensitive clit. She squealed, and her instinctive jolt sent a wave of water over the rim of the tub to splash on the floor.

“See?” she told him.

He grinned. “ We’ll mop it up after,” he told her, and slid two fingers deep into her pussy.

She moaned, her fingers clutching his shoulders as she struggled to remember why this was a bad idea. “ But … I …”

He twisted his wrist and rubbed his thumb over her clit.

“We’ll mop it up after,” she gasped, and pulled his laughing mouth to hers.

The End