Page 7 of Going Deep (Odyssey #3)

The woman’s gasp sounded in concert with Ginger’s , her hips jerking as her body struggled to adjust to the invasion.

The man paused, giving her time to settle, his fingers digging into her thighs as he held her still.

He leaned down to kiss her, her head going back under the force of it, and Ginger moaned.

“You like to watch,” Michael murmured in her ear, and the dark whisper seemed to stroke over her skin, leaving shivers in its wake.

The blond man began to move, fucking his partner slowly, using his grip on her thighs to move the sling back and forth. Then he held her close, grinding his hips against hers, and the other man stepped up behind her.

“Oh,” Ginger breathed, her heart hammering as she realized what was about to happen. “ Both …both of them?”

Michael’s lips pressed to the side of her neck, the scrape of his teeth against her sensitized flesh making her jolt. “ That excites you?”

“It’s—” She swallowed hard and watched the first man stroke his condom-covered cock. It glistened in the light, the lubricant making it shine, and somehow that made it even hotter.

“It’s what?” Michael murmured.

She shook her head and swallowed a moan when the man positioned himself against the woman’s backside.

“You’ve never done this, I take it?”

“No”, she managed, her eyes locked on the trio in front of her. The woman arched as the man in front of her held her still, and the one behind penetrated her anus.

The trio in the room moaned, and Ginger couldn’t hold back a whimper of her own.

Her skin felt hot, stretched tight, and so sensitive the brush of her own clothes made her quiver.

Her knees weak, she wobbled on her ice-pick heels, and Michael’s hands came around her waist to steady her.

She leaned back, letting him take her weight, and felt the unmistakable thrust of his erection against her bottom.

Operating on instinct, wanting the contact, the pressure—something, anything to help ease the ache—she pushed back.

His groan sounded in her ear, his hands tightening reflexively on her abdomen. “ You’re tempting me, Ginger .”

“I’m sorry,” she gasped and tried to pull away. Hard hands dragged her back, one sliding up from her belly to skim over her breasts before landing lightly at the base of her throat.

Desire swirled higher at the sensation of being restrained, and she let her head fall back to rest against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he murmured, lips moving over her earlobe. “ Just keep watching them, darling.”

She couldn’t look away. The men were moving, the one in front pulling out as the one behind slid in, then reversing so the man behind slid out as the one in front thrust in. Back and forth, they held her firm between them as they used her body for their pleasure.

“Do you see how much she loves it?” Michael’s palm pressed lightly on her neck, just enough for her to feel him when she swallowed. “ Look at her face. You can see everything she’s feeling. Pleasure , surrender.”

The hand on her belly slid up so his arm pressed across her ribs, pushing up against her breasts so they rested on his forearm. “ You can see it in her breasts. See how tight and hard her nipples are?”

Ginger’s breathing had grown labored, each exhale a soft moan. Her eyes were riveted on the trio in the room, but her mind and her body were under the spell of the man behind her.

“Are your nipples hard, Ginger ?” he whispered.

She didn’t answer, just didn’t have the breath for it, and he bit her earlobe in a light reprimand.

“Are they?” he repeated.

“Yes,” she said, her voice no more than a husky groan.

“That woman in there getting double fucked is going to come.” His arm around her ribs tightened, lifting her slightly and pressing her back against him. “ Do you want to come, Ginger ?”

Heat flooded through her, a tidal wave of it. His arm nudged her breasts, making her shirt scrape across her nipples, the friction drawing them almost painfully tight. And in her belly, her core, was the heavy beat of arousal.

“Do you?” he prompted.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Watch,” he ordered.

Helpless to do anything else, she obeyed, eyes locked on the trio in front of her.

Their once rhythmic movements had become erratic, jerky.

Both men were plunging deep in unison, no longer concerned with alternating their thrusts as they raced to completion.

The woman arched back as far as her bonds would allow, her mouth opening on a silent scream, her body jerking as she came.

And roaring, both of the men fucking her pushed deep and held and joined her.

“Oh, God ,” Ginger whispered. Her body was taut, her pussy wet and needy and oh God , the scene in front of her had her right on the edge, tension heavy in her belly and tight in her breasts, so close she could all but taste it.

“Look at her, Ginger ,” Michael whispered. “ See how she shakes and shudders, her body not hers to control?”

“I see,” she whispered. Her thighs rubbed slickly together, ass grinding back on the erection that felt like a brand against her. “ I see.”

“Do you want that?” he asked. “ Is that what you want?”

The answer seemed so awfully important, so she gave him the truth. “ I don’t know.”

“So honest,” he murmured. “ Does it turn you on to see it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to come?”

Unable to speak, her voice caught in her throat, she nodded.

“I know you do,” he crooned, soothed. “ Ask me."

“Ask you?” she echoed, not understanding.

“I can make you come, Ginger .” His hand on her throat was warm, the arm under her breasts firm. “ But you have to ask me.”

She shouldn’t—she knew that. This was the deep end of the pool, and she still needed a lifejacket. But the need was so huge, and she couldn’t see past it. “ Yes .”

“Yes, what, Ginger ?” His lips brushed her neck, the faintest of caresses. “ Ask me.”

Oh, God . She swallowed, just to feel his hand flex against her throat. “ Please make me come.”

“What a good girl you are,” he praised, soothed, and turned her around with steadying hands. She stared up at him with wide eyes. He looked so stern, eyes glittering, jaw clenched, and when she raised her hands to grasp his shoulders for balance, he shook his head.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered in that crooning voice, so at odds with his harsh expression, and she obeyed without question.

His hands shifted, one sliding down to circle her wrists, the other tangling in her short hair to drag her head back.

Her breasts pressed into the hard planes of his chest, her pelvis tipped forward to cradle the hard curve of his dick.

She jolted against him, sensation spiking, and her eyes drifted closed, her thoughts swirling away like water down the drain.

A yank on her hair forced her eyes open. He was staring down at her, his heavy eyes glittering. His heart hammered against her breasts. When she licked her lips, she would have sworn she tasted him.

“Please,” she whispered. She arched into him, desperate for the aching hunger to ease. “ Please .”

He nipped her bottom lip with sharp teeth. “ Say it again.”

Pain bloomed, then heat. Desperate with need, with lust, she stared into his eyes. “ Please .”

“Good girl,” he growled against her mouth, then gave her what she wanted.

The kiss was deep, consuming, his hands hard.

He held her firmly, the unyielding plane of his chest crushing her breasts, the hard jut of his dick digging into her belly.

The height and angle were wrong for direct contact with her clit, and for a moment, frustration threatened to boil over.

But then he dragged her to her toes, planting his dick right where she needed it and grinding against her, and that was all it took.

Tension in her belly twisted painfully tight, then burst, exploding outward. She jerked against him, whimpering into his mouth when the spasms hit, her pussy clenching rhythmically. They went on and on, pleasure on top of agony, echoing with the pounding of her heart, of his.

She sagged in his arms, dazed, when the last spasm faded.

His mouth gentled, soothing her as she came down from the orgasm.

His hands released their hold on her hair and wrists, shifting from holding fiercely to stroking gently.

She sighed into his mouth, and with a last lingering stroke of his tongue, he pulled back.

“Okay?” he murmured, continuing to stroke her arms, her back, while holding her secure.

“I’m alive,” she managed, her words slightly slurred. She kept her eyes closed, her head on his chest. “ I think.”

His chuckle rumbled in his chest. “ Oh , you’re definitely alive. Wonderfully , beautifully alive.”

She sighed. “ Okay .”

He chuckled again. “ Thirsty ?”

She was, she realized. Wildly so. “ Yes .”

“Let’s go find you a drink, then.”

“Okay.” She raised her head, blinking her eyes. He slowly swam into focus. As the orgasm haze started to fade and awareness returned, mortification came with it. Cheeks heating, she buried her head against his chest again.

“Don’t get shy on me now, darling,” he said, humor in the words. Firm fingers lifted her chin. “ Are you embarrassed?”

“Of course I am.” She wanted to crawl into a hole, but since there weren’t any handy, she just closed her eyes. “ I don’t usually have orgasms in public.”

The grip on her chin eased into a caress. “ Does it bother you?”

She opened her eyes. Her body was still humming from the climax, and her brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders yet. “ I don’t know.”

“An honest answer.” Approval showed in the curve of his lips, the softening of his gaze. “ You are a good girl, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know that, either,” she confessed and tried to ignore the flutter of pleasure his words brought.

His smile deepened. “ Maybe I can help you find out.”

Yes, please. “ Maybe .”

“Come on.” Eyes gleaming, and somehow gentle, he slid his hand down her arm until his fingers twined with hers. “ Let’s go find you some water.”

“Okay.”

They started down the short hall, footsteps echoing in the empty space. “ Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?”

Her thighs were still quivering, and she was concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. “ No .”

He paused at the top of the spiral stairs and turned to look at her. “ Would you like to come back?”

Her mind still fuzzy with pleasure, it took a second for the question to register. “ Oh , I’m not… I can’t really afford a membership.”

“As my guest,” he clarified. “ To spend the evening with me.”

Was he asking her to play with him? Her thighs were starting to sweat. “ Do you…? Um . What would we do?”

“I’d like to play.” He said it simply, plainly, and her knees wobbled. “ But if you’re not ready for that, we’ll simply talk and observe.”

Her breath seemed to catch in her throat, and she had to force it out. “ Okay .”

“Okay, what?” he prompted.

God, his eyes were so bright, so green. “ I’ll play with you.”

His slow smile was her reward. “ Did you complete your checklist?”

“Yes, but I need the, um, the blood test.” She struggled to get her brain working. “ My doctor’s in Ohio , so I wasn’t sure where to go.”

“I’ll give you the name of a clinic you can use, if you like. It’s only a few blocks from your apartment, and they’ll send the results to us directly, if you authorize it.”

“Okay. I mean, that’d be nice. Thanks .”

His eyes twinkled at her. “ You’re welcome. Now , before we join the others, I have a few rules for tomorrow night.”

Rules. Right , rules. Jesus jumpin’ Christ . “ Okay .”

“First, I’d like you to be here at nine-thirty, and wait for me in the bar. Second , I like this skirt. Can you wear it again?”

She looked down at the zippered leather, then back up. “ I guess. I mean, yes.”

His lips twitched. “ Good . Whatever top you wear, no bra. And no panties. Understood ?”

Hoping that meant what she thought it meant, she nodded. “ Yes .”

“Good. And Ginger , one more thing?”

“Yes?”

“When we’re here, in the club, I’d like you to call me Sir . Can you do that?”

Oh boy, oh boy. “ Yes , Sir .”

“Good girl,” he said with a smile that turned her insides to mush. “ Come on, let’s go find your friends before they send out a search party.”