Secret Destiny: Sins of Odyssey Book 1 (5 page)

Karl flashed that business-minded smile. The man knew how to close a deal and knew how to get what he wanted. “I thought sure the money we discussed with Oliver was sufficient.” He mentioned the number then added another thirty percent. “And consider that a bonus.”

Darius looked at Destiny and she gave both men a wry smile. “Where do we change?”

They entered a small stateroom, below in the crew’s section. Once Darius managed to get into his outfit, he helped Destiny adjust the straps of hers so it covered all her private parts and fit as securely and comfortably as possible.

“I have a bad feeling about this. I’m going to have to keep a bunch of drunk, rich guys from messing with you?”

“It’s not much different than when I’m stripping,” she said.

“It’s a hell of a lot different. In a strip club, the clientele know if they try touching the dancers, the bouncers will kick them out. We’re on a fucking boat; what happens if things go south? We can’t jump overboard and swim back to shore.”

“It’s just for a couple hours,” she assured him. “It’ll be fine.”

“Right. It better, or Karl and Oliver are going to get a shitstorm.”

She rolled her eyes and reached for the door to leave. Darius grabbed her arm and pulled her around against his body. “Let me know if anyone hassles you.”

“I’ll be fine.” The only articles of clothing between them were narrow strips of leather that barely covered their naughty bits. Heat radiated between them and his cock grew hard against her belly. His lips captured hers in a rough kiss and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. The sensations made her body weak and horny.

He slid his fingers under the straps and tugged at her erect nipples. “You look so hot in this outfit, I could take you right now,” he whispered against her neck.

“I’m getting hot thinking about parading around in public in this.”

“I think you like sex better if someone is watching, or if there’s risk someone might see you.” His tone revealed a level of frustration or disapproval she hadn’t expected.

“That’s not true,” she argued. “I like making love when we’re alone.”

“Is that so?” Now he eased his hand down between her legs. Shoving the leather aside, he rubbed past her clit and slipped inside her channel. Destiny eased up on her toes. “I didn’t lock the door. Maybe someone will walk in and catch us fooling around. Doesn’t that get you hot?”

“God, that’s so good.” She should tell him to stop—they had to get back on deck—but she was enjoying herself too much. She sucked in a breath. “Has nothing to do with the risk and everything to do with what you’re doing.”

“You’re all slippery and hot. Maybe we have time for a quickie.”

She groaned and rocked her hips in rhythm to his finger thrusting in and out. With every inward thrust, the heel of his hand rubbed her at just the right spot. At this rate she’d come quickly. “I like this.” She spread her legs wider. “But we’ve been gone awhile.”

He kissed her neck just beneath her ear. “I don’t think I can stand watching you walk around in this thing all night. I won’t be able to hide my hard-on.”

Destiny giggled. God, yes, she wanted to fuck him. A quickie couldn’t hurt.

A pounding at their stateroom door made Destiny jump.

“Yeah?” Darius shouted at the door. Then mouthed,
Fuck
.

“Are you two about ready?” Karl asked. “Tom needs your help and my guests need another round of drinks.”

“Be right out,” Darius answered. “Destiny is touching up her makeup.” He glanced at her and shrugged. A lame excuse, but apparently the first one that came to mind.

“Very well, make it quick.” They heard footsteps departing down the hallway.

Darius slid his finger out of her pussy and helped her straighten her outfit. They freshened up in the small sink in the head and went back on deck into the salon.

The party was in full force. Guests had drinks and hors d’oeuvres in hand as they mingled. The yacht cruised up the Intercoastal, past luxurious homes with lush tropical landscaping and modern high-rise condos. The hint of night jasmine floated on the warm, salty breeze. At least they wouldn’t freeze on board while cruising the Intercoastal, but once they got out onto open ocean, it would be chilly in their skimpy slave outfits.

Every time Darius looked at her, she knew how turned on he was, how much he wanted her. The rough leather over her sex made her ache for him, too. Her nipples were hard and taut from his earlier attentions and the thought of what they would be doing later. By the time they had to do their show, they’d be so fucking horny, they wouldn’t have to act at all.

She wore more than she usually did while stripping, but somehow felt more self-conscious wearing the slave suit while everyone around them wore expensive cocktail dresses and casual suits. Guests gave them admiring looks as they arrived on the main deck. The men spent most of the time staring at her tits and ass.

The guests strolled around the deck and hot tub with drinks in their hands. “I wonder how long it’ll be until the clothes come off and people are in the hot tub,” Destiny whispered to Darius.

“A few more rounds of drinks,” he said. “Time to grab another round from Tom. We are getting paid well, even though it wasn’t what we’d expected.”

Now that
The Office
had passed through the inlet, they cruised south along the shoreline. Pinpoint lights and the silhouettes of condos divided the star-filled sky and the calm sea. The temperature had dropped and chill bumps rose on every square inch of exposed skin, which was her entire body. After this assignment, she planned a long, hot bath. Ladies wrapped shawls around bare shoulders and no one occupied the hot tub.

Pamela came out on deck now wearing a shimmery white silk jacket to match her cocktail dress. She had sweaters or sweatshirts over her arm. “Destiny dear, I adore the sexy outfit my darling husband chose for you two, but he wasn’t thinking practically. Here, put this on, and I have a sweatshirt for Darrel.”

“Darius,” Destiny corrected. “But thank you. It is a little chilly out here.”

“You’re welcome, dear. Once we go to the salon, then you can take them off. It’s warm inside. Now go and find your partner before he catches pneumonia or freezes his ass off or something more important.”

Destiny giggled. “Thank you again, Pamela.”

Pamela joined her guests, while Destiny slipped on the white cotton cardigan and noticed the appliquéd
The Office
on the front. Darius was nowhere to be found, so she draped the sweatshirt over a chair and headed back to the bar for more refreshments.

After she delivered a third tray of drinks and offered seared steak canapés and hot crabmeat puffs, she went looking for Darius with the sweatshirt. The bartender said he’d taken a tray of food and drinks to the stern of the boat, where several people lounged on large cushions. She finally found him standing by himself, tightly gripping the outer railing. She knew he wasn’t afraid of boating, but something was bothering him.

“What’s up? Are you seasick?”

He shook his head.

“Here, our kind host’s wife doesn’t want us to freeze our butts off.” She handed him the sweatshirt.

He took it and slipped it on. “We have to leave.”

“What? That’s impossible. We’re not returning until after midnight, and it’s only nine.”

He glanced overboard then out to the thin line of lights along the shore. “We’d never make the swim. It’s too far.”

“Swim? Why?”

He didn’t answer, but glanced up and down the yacht like a wild animal.

“You’re scaring me. Why do we need to get off the yacht?”

6

Darius wanted to start a future with Destiny, help her career, and make sure she kept her home. But he might’ve destroyed all three in one evening.

“We’re in the middle of the ocean. We can’t possibly get off this yacht.” Destiny’s eyes widened and looked around as if she expected something bad to happen. “Are we in danger?”

How much should he tell her? He didn’t need her panicking.

“In a way.” He hesitated, making sure there was no one nearby to overhear them.

“Are you going to tell me or what?” Her voice was low, but there was no mistaking the anger. She glanced over her shoulder as two crewmen strode past heading toward the bow. They didn’t stop, but gave them a friendly nod. “Are these people drug dealers? Terrorists?”

“Ha. That would be easier.” He could almost laugh at that.

“Holy fuck, what then?”

“The guests. Most of them are lawyers.”

Destiny laughed out loud. “Oh, I see why you’re concerned. Maybe we should jump ship now and take our chances with the sharks.” The sarcasm was so thick, it was obvious she enjoyed making fun of him.

He glared at her. “I heard them mention your university. One of them in the lounge area said he’s giving a talk next week. Aren’t you concerned this might get back to the ethics committee?”

“Darius, lawyers come into the strip club all the time. A few I even recognize. But they never recognize me. And I never worry that they will. I’m wearing a disguise, a wig and colored contacts, different makeup. They spend way more time staring at my tits and ass than studying my face and trying to figure out who I look like. Don’t worry.”

“I’d rather not take the chance,” he said. “This side job is too much risk. I’ll tell Karl you’re sick.”

“We’d lose all the money. We’re here. We might as well finish.”

“It’s not worth it,” he argued. “You can do something else.”

“Like what? Work less than minimum wage as a waitress? Do you know how long it’ll take to pay off my bills even when I do become a lawyer?”

“There you two are. I’ve been looking everywhere.” Karl’s voice had an edge of impatience. He strode over with a scotch in his hand. Darius had served him three on the rocks, and he suspected the host probably had at least that many prior to the cocktail party. “We’re ready for the big show. Guests are in the salon waiting on dessert. Except they’re expecting a decadent chocolate concoction, not your show.”

“We’re not doing the show,” Darius announced. “Destiny isn’t feeling well. I can continue serving your guests, but she’s going to the crew’s quarters to rest.”

Karl frowned and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Seasickness? Pamela can give you something for that. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my guests.” There was no sympathy in Karl’s tone.

“I’m sorry, Karl. Of course you don’t have to pay us for the evening,” Darius added.

Karl pressed his lips together as if considering how to respond. “Not acceptable. We had a business arrangement, and I expect you to honor that. Obviously I can’t sue you for not performing, but there are always other consequences for not honoring your agreement.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Darius snapped.

“I’m fine,” Destiny said. She shot Darius a warning look. “I just needed some fresh air first.”

“Good to hear.” Karl narrowed his eyes and took a breath before he continued speaking as if trying to hold his temper. “I’ve always been pleased with Oliver’s referrals. I would hate to give him a bad report. My guests are well connected and very powerful. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them.”

Darius and Destiny didn’t say a word. The silence was ominous. What the hell? Was Karl threatening them? Just because he wanted to entertain and impress his snobby colleagues, how far would he go? Darius had no idea what this billionaire was capable of and didn’t want to find out.

“It’s only a slight queasiness, Karl. I’m sure I can ride it out. We’ll be right in,” Destiny said with a smile. “Your guests won’t be disappointed.”

He checked his watch. “Start the show in ten. And do whatever you want as long as you fuck her. Make the session at least thirty minutes. When my wife walks up to the bar and orders a French martini, that’s your signal to wrap it up and get dressed. Any questions?”

“We’re good.” Darius forced a smile. “We brought a few items with us to spice it up.”

“I’m already getting hard.” Karl opened the teak door to the salon and left them on deck alone.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get through this,” Destiny assured Darius. “Let’s make it fun.”

“Part of me wants to tell Karl to fuck off, but the logical part says it would be worse to cross the guy. Something tells me it’s not healthy to piss him off. So let’s put on the fucking show.”

* * *

The lush salon was full of beautiful people mingling with cocktails in private conversations or seated on the lush sofas. Destiny enjoyed a good audience, even spoiled, hard-to-please ones. Hopefully, Darius would stick to their planned show and ignore any negative comments. The guests had that lazy-eyed look of a good alcohol buzz. These people, men and women, were rich, powerful and had a shameless sense of entitlement. It was hard to tell if they’d be a receptive audience or not. The abundant alcohol and good food was a plus in their favor.

“Paula, can you get the bag from behind the bar?” Darius asked.

“Darius!”

He looked at her questioning her response, then swore under his breath. “Oh my God. Sorry.”

She glanced at the bartender and wondered if he’d heard her real name spoken. He had, but it was only her first name. She shouldn’t worry. Darius took the bag and placed it behind a chair next to the buffet table. Their props would help heat up their scene.

Karl strode over to the bar, and the bartender poured him a double shot of a pricy single-malt scotch over ice. The bartender showed him a couple bottles, and she assumed they were discussing scotch preferences.

“Ready?” Darius asked. The sooner they started, the sooner they could finish and get off the damn boat.

She nodded. “Yes. Let’s give them a hot show. I’m getting horny thinking about you fucking me. And I kind of like the idea of a billionaire watching me. It’s getting me hot.” She got a small plastic cup of water from the bartender.

Darius smiled and relaxed a bit.

“I was
not
flirting with him!” Destiny shouted to begin their scene. Her raised voice silenced a few people, but others continued with their conversations.

“Don’t lie to me. I saw you. And he touched your ass and your tits.”

She turned her head away from the group, who now watched the argument. She shook her head. “No. It was an accident. It wasn’t like that.”

Darius laughed, faking annoyance. “Bull. It was no accident. You like to tease other men. You know what happens when you disobey me like this? It tortures me to do it, but I have to.”

“Don’t you dare,” she shouted. A flutter started in her stomach and moved to a throb in her clit. The anticipation of what Darius was about to do made the blood rush through her, straight to her sex. How could she get so freaking turned on so fast? All eyes from the guests now turned toward them, and that made it even better.

Darius dragged the cushioned chair into the middle of the room. “Bend over.” When she hesitated, he pointed to the chair. “Hands on the seat, ass in the air.”

“No, don’t, not here, please,” she begged as she remained standing.

“Do it. You know you’re not supposed to flirt or allow any man to touch you.”

“But look how I’m dressed. How am I supposed to stop their attentions?”

“I don’t care how you’re dressed. Just because they like the view, doesn’t mean you can give them an invitation to do more.” He smacked her ass several times, and she yelped and tried covering her butt with her hands.

A few guests laughed in hushed tones.

“Keep your hands away.”

He didn’t hit her hard, but it sounded like he did.

Someone opened the door to the salon, a late arrival. A couple entered and the woman had her hand to her mouth. Darius didn’t stop the spanking. “Oh, my,” the woman said.

“What’s going on?” the man added with an amused tone.

“Our servers are having a little tiff,” Karl said pleasantly. “Apparently, he’s upset because she was flirting with one of our guests. Have a seat. We’re enjoying his reprimand.”

“I think it’s inappropriate,” another woman from the other side of the room announced. Others shushed her.

While Destiny remained bent over, Darius spanked her until her butt felt flushed. To the audience it probably looked rosy. He gripped her upper arm, lifted her to a standing position and turned her toward the audience.

The straps to the outfit had shifted and her nipples showed. A cool breeze from the opened door brushed over them and they peaked to hard points. She raised her hands to cover herself. Not that she was embarrassed. It was part of the act.

“No, that won’t do,” Darius said. “If you want to tease, you won’t cover yourself.”

Whispers rose from the spectators. Darius strolled out into the crowd and many of the women leaned closer to their men. He walked to a group of ladies. “May I borrow someone’s scarf? I will return it unharmed.” Two women slid their scarves from around their necks and eagerly held them out to him.

“Thank you. I can use both.” He took the scarves back to Destiny. He turned her back toward the audience, unclasped her outfit and let it drop to the floor. He retrieved it at her feet and tossed it aside. Gasps and murmurs spread throughout the room. “Hold your arms behind your back.”

Destiny did as she was told and tried not to smile. She was enjoying the scene. Maybe a little too much. Darius frowned and looked a little stressed. And she didn’t think that was an act. He first tied her wrists together, then retrieved a few items from her tote bag.

Karl, sitting at the bar, got a nice frontal view of Destiny now naked, while his guests only saw her ass at the moment. He smiled as he sipped his scotch, so maybe he was in a better mood.

The next scarf Darius tied around her eyes as a blindfold. She knew he did this to help hide her appearance, even though she wasn’t especially concerned for what he had planned.

“I won’t do it again. I promise,” she said.

“Sometimes I think you tease other men because you enjoy the consequences, the spanking and other punishments.”

She didn’t argue.

He hooked a wide steel and leather collar around her neck. A ring attached to the front had two long chains and nipple clamps at the end. She and Darius weren’t into bondage or BDSM, but they figured the scene would add a level of kinky edginess. So far, so good.

“What’s he doing?” one man asked. “Turn her around. We want to see.”

Awesome—they had the full attention of the audience now. Darius tightened the clamps around each nipple and she moaned and complained of the pain. In reality, an electric current went straight to her pussy. Next she heard him rustling with something by the chair. A moment later, he stood behind her, wrapped one arm around her and held a gloved hand with vibrating fingertips against her sex.

She rose on her toes and bit her lip as his touch sent her soaring. “Oh God,” she cried out.

“What is it?” a woman in the audience yelled.

This time Darius turned her around to face the crowd. They all gasped at the sight of the collar, chain and nipple clamps. Every time he touched her with the vibrating fingers, she’d jerk and moan, her body writhing. No acting—she could come in front of all these people. She never got turned on like this from stripping, and had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist. But maybe she was. She didn’t allow a smile to creep onto her face, hiding it inside.

“That’s really hot,” one man said. “I need to get one of those.”

“The collar and nipple clamps or the vibrator glove?” another guy asked.

“All of them.”

Darius rubbed his bare hand and the gloved hand over her naked skin. The different tactile sensations would send her over the edge soon.

“If you like to tease, you’ll get what you want. Now that you’re aroused, let the guests take a closer look.”

“No, please. I told you I was sorry.” She hoped they didn’t hear the smile in her voice.

Darius pressed his lips to her ear and whispered so only she could hear. “I do think you’re enjoying this too much. Do you enjoy sex as much as when we’re alone?”

The bottom dropped out of her sexual high. She was slick with desire, but his words slammed into her. Perhaps that’s why he’d had a change of heart in doing this. More than worrying for her career.

“This is getting me hot,” he whispered. “Let’s lay it on thick. I’m really hard right now.”

She heard a metal click at the collar then felt a tug. He’d hooked the leash. “I’m used to putting on a show,” she whispered. “The best sex is when we’re alone.”

“Come on, teaser,” he ordered. “Time for your final tease this evening.”

Taking small steps in her heels, she followed where he tugged the leash. Unable to see, she trusted him to guide her around the room. She heard several comments as she passed guests. Some said she was beautiful, both men and women. Others said they looked hot. And a few yelled at Darius for treating her so cruelly.