Secret Destiny: Sins of Odyssey Book 1 (6 page)

When they made it back to the chair, she heard another rustle of leather. Darius was removing his outfit. The murmurs in the room grew louder. The sensual heat hung in the air.

“I want you accessible.” Darius removed the scarf around her wrists, but not her blindfold. “Hold on to the arms of the chair.”

She did as two vibrating fingers slid into her slick pussy. Her sex clenched around his fingers. His foot eased her legs wide apart. The room was dead silent and she didn’t care about the scene, about Karl and his attitude—she wanted Darius here and now.

“I’ll have a French martini, Tom,” Pamela asked. Their signal to wrap it up.

“Mine,” Darius stated as he held Destiny. He slipped his fingers out and nudged his hard cock at her entrance.

“Darius,” she moaned. Her clit pulsed and matched the throbbing in her tender nipples. He thrust his cock inside her, filling her deeply. The movement made her breasts sway and tugged hard on the clamps.

“No more teasing,” he said. He was close to orgasm; she could tell by his breathing and the intensity of his thrusts.

“I will if you’ll keep fucking me like this,” she answered. That drew a laugh from the guests, including Karl.

“Hell yes.” Darius pressed a vibrating finger directly on her sensitive clit. “See who’s teasing who now,” he said.

The erotic fluttering in the pit of her stomach moved down to her sex. Arching her back like a cat, she felt the orgasm slam into her. Jolts of pleasure assaulted every nerve, every muscle. Darius continued thrusting, gripping her hips tightly.

“Fuck, Paula, I’m coming.” Then he cried out as his climax shuddered through him.

She almost shoved away from him after hearing her real name again.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he whispered.

They collapsed onto the floor. He pulled her into his arms and pressed her head on his shoulder. After they caught their breath, Darius sat up. “Hang on, this will sting a bit.” He gently released the clamps. A shock of burning pain made her cry out as well as a few women in the audience.

Pamela came over and draped a cotton towel over them. “Lovely. You two were magnificent. You may clean up in the crew’s quarters and change back into your regular clothes whenever you’re ready. Come back to the bar and I’ll open some champagne.”

“Thank you, Pamela,” Darius said. When she walked away with her martini, he turned to Destiny. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I shouted out your real name.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure no one noticed or cared.”

7

Darius placed a gentle hand on Destiny’s shoulder as they entered Dark Odyssey. Sensual music with a rhythmic beat echoed throughout the large hall. He wondered if Destiny would be up for partying here tonight after their meeting with Oliver. Being stressed out over school and money was wearing her down. He had to be honest with her and himself. He desired the added kink and enjoyed the assignments for Dark Odyssey as a way to expand their sexual exploration. Would Destiny adjust to the change in their love life? Nothing wrong with a little variation, as long as she enjoyed it too and didn’t participate because she was desperate for cash. “We should look around after our meeting and see what this place is like during a busy night. Might give us some ideas for future sessions.”

Destiny made a face. “I don’t know. I told you a sex club isn’t my thing.”

Darius laughed a bit. “Considering what we did yesterday, I don’t think it’s far off.”

“Being watched is different than group sex.”

“Okay I get it, different kink. Here you never have to do anything you don’t want to. We can watch, be the voyeurs for a change. We won’t stay long. I know you have to study tomorrow.”

“I don’t understand why Oliver wanted to meet with us at the club so late and while they’re open. This place is packed.” She glanced around the room. “And I think I’m overdressed. I’m wearing way too many clothes compared to the majority of the women.”

“I think you look hot.” She wore a short black dress, not sleazy like some of the women wore, classier, but low cut with black heels. Maybe it was a little dressy, something a woman would wear to an evening cocktail party. The women at this club mostly wore fetish dresses, slinky and revealing. Some had on leather or leather-like outfits, and one woman with huge tits had no top on at all. She strutted around the room greeting the parade of men and women offering her their attentions. “They wear almost anything.”

Destiny chuckled as she noticed the half-naked chick. Across the room, Oliver held a cell phone to his ear. He talked as he navigated the crowd. “How can he hear anything?” Destiny asked.

“Good evening. Thanks for coming in so late,” Oliver said as stuffed the phone in his pocket. “I was just talking about you with Geneva and Bill. They received a very nice compliment from Philip and he intends to use you again. The Ellsworths are friends with Philip. He’s also a business associate.”

“Why did you need to see us, Oliver? Do you have another appointment?” Darius needed to get to the point. He wanted to explore the club with Destiny.

Oliver grinned. “Yes, I do, several, but I wanted to get a feel for your particular tastes by taking a walk by some of the rooms tonight that usually have a lot of activity.”

“We did that the last time we were here.” Destiny crossed her hands in front of her. “Why don’t you just tell us the gigs and we’ll tell you if we’re interested?”

Oliver placed an arm over her shoulders. “But this is much more fun. Last time the club was empty. And I already know you’re a voyeur. I do have to mention a disappointing phone call I received this morning as well.”

“About what?” Destiny asked.

Darius racked his brain trying to figure out who would’ve called to complain. One of the guests from Philip’s or Karl’s party, but how would they know to call Oliver? Both hosts got what they paid for and tipped well.

“Karl called to say he was very pleased with the session once it finally started. Apparently you two tried to back out at the last moment? What was the problem?”

Darius glanced at Destiny, but she didn’t offer any answer. “Destiny had a touch of seasickness and was worried she wouldn’t be able to perform. A little fresh air and some saltines helped.”

Oliver looked back and forth between the two of them. He narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure there isn’t something you want to tell me? In this business, confidentiality works both ways, and any issues you may have will be kept secret and may also help me when assigning you clients.”

“We appreciate that, Oliver. We have no issues you need to worry about.”

Oliver let the silence grow between them, allowing a space for Destiny or Darius to fill it with information. “Good. Let me give you a suggestion. In this business, don’t piss off wealthy and powerful men and women. It could be disastrous.”

“Has anyone else complained?” Destiny asked.

“No, I’m making a general statement and urging you to take my suggestion.”

“Suggestion noted,” Darius said. Although he suspected it was a warning.

“I’ll give you a list for the private shows requested for the next couple weeks. Let me know which ones you’ll be able to do.”

“Thanks, Oliver,” Destiny said.

“Let’s do some exploring, shall we?” He took them to the first room. A few people huddled around a Dutch door. The top half was open and the bottom half was closed. “A door in that position is saying no uninvited guests allowed, but viewing is welcome.”

Two couples on a king–sized bed inside the room embraced in a rowdy scene of hot sex. Moans and groans came from the participants as bodies touched and stroked and pumped one another. It took Darius a moment to figure out all the legs, arms and torsos, and who they all belonged to. “Looks like they’re having a good time,” Darius commented. Destiny looked inside the room but didn’t say a word.

“Any of that turn you on?” Oliver asked her.

She stared at him. “Not really. I prefer one on one. I can keep track of whose mouth or hands are on me.”

Oliver shrugged. “Do try it sometime.”

“I thought these rooms were private,” she said.

“They are if they close the door completely,” Oliver explained. “We do have a couple VIP rooms upstairs with a separate entrance for our high-profile patrons who want a more intimate party and fear they’d be recognized in the public rooms.”

“What high-profile people?” Darius asked. “If you can mention them.”

“Politicians, TV newscasters and actors and other wealthy businessmen who are well known.”

“That’s interesting,” Darius murmured. He wondered what extra these people would pay for the anonymity. “Are they looking for sessions?”

“Indeed. But many have kinky tastes and may prefer only one of you.”

“Destiny?” he asked.

Oliver shook his head. “Depends. We provide whatever the client wants. Like a matchmaking service, I find the partner or partners who can accommodate a particular request.”

The door to the BDSM room stood wide open, but a larger group stood outside instead of entering. When Darius glanced inside that room, his cock grew hard. A woman was strapped onto a padded bedframe, and a man in leather pants and vest stood beside the bed with an object in his hand that at first looked like a large dildo. But at the end was a clear glass ball with whitish-purple sparks darting out and striking the woman’s skin. A violet wand.

She writhed and moaned and occasionally jerked, but appeared to be in immense pleasure. “Yes, yes,” she cried out. She also had glass tubes about as large as tall shot glasses attached to her nipples and clit. The man placed another object on top of each tube and pumped a plunger. Suction built the pressure on her sensitive parts and she cried out. He wondered if he could talk Destiny into trying something like that. Yeah, he was getting hard thinking about it.

“Pretty intense, huh?” He took her hand and she gave him a small smile. But he could tell, by her stiff expression, something bothered her. Was she uncomfortable here? Why would this be much different than a strip club?

Oliver stood back from the open doorway to give those inside some privacy as he spoke. “Some of our clients are looking for another couple or a third for a threesome,” he said. “Or they may be looking for a submissive partner or a Dom. That’s male and female on both sides of the whip, so to speak. There’s good money if you’re interested. I can add that to your profile, add some BDSM training if you need it. The more variety in your services, the more money you can make.” His phone buzzed and he dug it out of his pocket.

“I’m so sorry,” Oliver said. “I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” He strode off down the hallway as Destiny and Darius moved on to the other rooms to view.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Darius asked Destiny.

“I’m fine. My head is spinning with Oliver’s full list of services. This just isn’t my scene. I see nothing wrong with it, but I don’t see myself doing it all.”

He pulled her aside and took her into his arms. “Can you feel how hard I’m getting by this?”

She grinned. “Very. This place is infused with sexual energy. I’m not surprised.”

“Then tell me what’s wrong, please. I understand that this lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but I know how adventurous you are in bed and how much you enjoy exotic dancing. You do get turned on by it. You told me. What is it about a ménage or BDSM that bothers you? Or is it what Oliver said about his service?”

Her face went white and Darius’ heart froze. He took her face in his hands. “What is it, babe? Did someone hurt you?”

She swallowed then nodded.

“Trust me enough to tell me.”

She nodded again. “Okay.” She turned away and her eyes widened. She moved back from him. “Not here, not now.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Oliver said after joining them again. “We’ll make this quick and you can head out or stay and party. Whatever you wish.” He led them to another room off the main hall.

In the sunroom, Oliver closed the door and the noise of the crowd and music quieted to a soft muffle. “I do have another gig for you next week similar to what you just did. Philip has made a new request. He would like for you two to entertain him again at his home. This time he’d like to participate.”

“A threesome?” Destiny asked, her voice shaking.

“Yes. If that’s new to you, you could practice here. I could hook you up. Or you already know Philip, and his home would be very private. Just a few guests, like last time.”

Darius noticed Destiny’s shoulders stiffen. He doubted she’d agree. “We’ll talk about it and get back to you. Please give us the info on the live shows. We’d be happy to accommodate those clients.”

8

Every muscle in her body relaxed as she floated in the ocean at Fort Lauderdale Beach. Overhead, the sky gleamed a perfect crystal blue, with occasional seagulls or pelicans swooping past. The warm and soothing water washed up the sandy beach in gentle arcs, lulling her to delightful oblivion. Between work, school, the looming bar exam and her financial worries, she’d never considered a restful day at the beach. This was the first time Paula had had a chance to relax in ages.

Her mind continued to replay the scenes at Philip and Mari’s home and on Karl’s yacht. She wasn’t sure if she was okay with them, or appalled by the arrangements. The tips were amazingly generous and made Paula lean toward the worthwhile side. Darius was right. This job could ease the financial burden she carried, and they didn’t have to do it forever, she didn’t have to play Destiny forever.

A splash nearby startled her, and Darius swept her up in his arms.

He laughed. “You looked like you were taking a nap. A rip current could’ve taken you miles out to sea and you would’ve never noticed.” He swirled her around and she closed her eyes, enjoying the rush of water over her skin and the hardness of his body.

“You have no idea how much I needed this day. I can’t remember the last time I was at the beach, and I only live eight miles away.”

“You work and study too hard.” Darius dunked her, brought her back up to the surface and kissed her hard. His mouth tasted salty from the ocean, and his tongue was warm and inviting. “My parents used to take me to the beach all the time when we lived in Virginia, and we lived an hour away. I’ll have to take you here more often.” He sank under the surface with her in his arms.

She came up sputtering and splashed him back, laughing. His arms tightened around her as if he’d never let her go. She liked that feeling but tried not to get used to it, knowing he’d leave again soon. “When is your next out-of-town conference job?”

“Not for a while. I have a little break.”

So typical of Darius, always so vague about his plans. Squirming out of his arms, she stood and walked toward their towels and chairs. “I’m getting out to dry off.”

“Good. I’m starved. I made chicken salad wraps for us.” He followed her out and handed her a towel from their bag.

After she dried off, she draped the towel over her chair and sat. Suddenly she was famished. “Your famous chicken salad? The kind you make with cranberries and walnuts?”

“Yep.”

“Remind me to thank your mom for teaching you how to cook.”

Paula could always count on Darius for taking care of her. He loved to cook, and often did for her when he was in town. He was handy around the house and would help her make minor repairs and save her money. And a few times when she was sick, he’d taken care of her. All great signs of a good guy. It wasn’t his fault his family business required him to travel.

Why then was she being overcautious and mistrusting with this new gig? He wasn’t John, her last boyfriend. John had done things behind her back. Darius had always been upfront about his kinky interests and his work travel.

He handed her a sandwich. “And I cut up cold mango and have two Coronas.”

“Heaven.” She sat up straight and stared at him. “We’ll get kicked off the beach in no time with the beer.”

He grinned. “I poured them into plastic drinking bottles.”

“Awesome.” While they sat on beach chairs eating sandwiches and drinking Coronas, the reality of life began invading Paula’s thoughts. In her mind she listed all the things she had to do when she got home. Study for her exam, pay bills, check her school schedule and fill out job applications. She was on a waiting list for a couple of the fancier strip clubs. The reality of life had invaded their perfect day.

“What are you doing Thursday night?” Darius asked.

She laughed. “Wow, I’ve never heard you make plans more than two days in the future. Thursday is five days. I’m impressed.”

Taking a swig of beer from his water bottle, he stared at her. “I hate to disappoint by making plans I can’t keep, and my job has no set schedule. What about Thursday?”

“I’m free. Are you taking me out on a date?”

“Or something. We’re getting calls left and right for private parties. Word’s spreading and people are making kinky requests.”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that.” She glared at him. “Soon we’ll be having more sex in public than in private. What will that do to our relationship?” She studied his face. Her heart tightened. This so-called job was good for her finances, but how about their love life? “Do we even have a relationship? What do you call what we have?”

Darius gazed out to sea. “We have something special. Don’t try to label it, Paula. Our arrangement with Oliver is a job.”

“A job.” She had a sour note to her voice. “We have hot and lustful sex, which pays well, no strings attached, no future, no plans. The only thing we’ve ever planned more than three days in advance was one of the sex-show parties.”

He turned and looked at her, his mouth pressed tight, but compassion filled his expression. He took her hand and squeezed. “What do you want me to say? Our lives are complicated right now with work and school. What do you want now? Marriage? Kids? Tell me.” His eyes bored deep into her soul. He must care deeply, but was that enough?

“No, I don’t want marriage or kids. Not yet, anyway.” Her eyes burned with tears, but she would not allow herself to cry. “I’d like to think you might want me, though. I don’t know about marriage and kids.”

He gave her that long look that always melted her insides. “I do want you, Paula. And I do want marriage and kids.”

She shook her head. “I can’t consider that now.”

“Why not?”

“My school responsibilities, and look at my current job,” she argued. He was right. This was not a good time for making future plans. Life was complicated.

“They’re not the only reasons,” he added. “I know you’re worried about something.”

She closed her eyes, nodding. “How can I risk marriage and children with my family’s medical history? My mother died at thirty-five of cancer, and my dad at forty-seven of a heart attack. I’m twenty-seven. I might die young and leave young children behind.”

“Like your parents left you?”

She raised her chin. “I made out okay.”

He pulled her into him and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, you’re doing amazingly well. I’m proud of you. If you didn’t have to worry about your family medical history, would you want marriage, possibly a family?”

She considered that for a minute, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and the love in her heart soared for him. “Yes, I would.”

He smiled. “Then live for today. Make each day special; don’t waste your life worrying about what might be or not be.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s not that easy. I’ll try, though.”

“Is there something else that’s bothering you? Why did you freak out at the club?” he asked.

Embarrassed, she leaned away from him. “I didn’t freak out. I just felt a little awkward with all the sex-partying going on. It’s new to me and reminded me…” She hesitated.

He frowned at her. “You did panic a little at the club. If we’re going to do this, I need to understand your boundaries. I thought I did, but obviously you’re keeping something from me. Spit it out.”

Paula sighed and slipped her cotton cover over her head. A sea breeze suddenly made her body chilled. She wrapped her arms around her knees. “When I first started college, I was dating a guy. He had a roommate. I had no idea they had an
arrangement
.”

“What kind of arrangement?”

“They shared their dates.”

He frowned. “How did that work?”

She let out a breath. “One night while we were in his room having sex, his roommate barged in and tried to join us for a threesome. My boyfriend never asked, he said he assumed I’d like it. I fought them both off. They did stop when I yelled at them. My boyfriend tried to make me feel inadequate for not wanting it.”

“They almost raped you.” Darius shook his head. “The guy was a jerk. How did you handle it?”

“I was naïve and embarrassed. I left and ended the relationship.”

“So that’s why you don’t like Dark Odyssey,” Darius said. “The idea of a threesome isn’t your thing.”

“I’m not completely opposed to the idea. I didn’t like being thrown into one without my permission.”

“That won’t happen at Dark Odyssey. No means no. There are rules and a code of ethics for members in the lifestyle. They do ask and respect boundaries.”

“He didn’t trust me enough to share ahead of time what he liked, and it ruined our relationship. I do worry your kinky side might be kinkier or different than mine, and you’re not telling me because you think I’ll object.”

He laughed a little, but not in a mocking way. “That explains a lot.” He pulled her into his arms. “We may have different interests in kink, or different fantasies, just like we have different interests in certain food or music. It doesn’t mean we can’t find common ground where we find enjoyment.”

She nodded. “Makes sense. I think.”

“I can tell you my fantasies if you tell me yours. And I promise you I’d never do anything without your permission or put you in an awkward position.”

She relaxed in his arms. “I believe you.”

“A lesson I learned from an old girlfriend who introduced me to my first ménage was to go at the pace of the slowest partner, the one most hesitant. That way everyone is comfortable with the experience. It’s supposed to be enjoyable and fun, no pressure.”

“I get that,” Paula said. “Promise me you’ll let me know if there is something you fantasize about, even if you think it wouldn’t be my thing?”

Still smiling, Darius said, “I’ll do that as long as you don’t do something you don’t feel comfortable with just to please me.”

“I can do that too.” In the back of her thoughts she knew she might push her limits to please him, and wondered if that was good or bad for their relationship. As long as she knew he’d stop when she needed him to. Would she have to push herself to accommodate Oliver’s clients?

“I think you were getting turned on at that house party and on the yacht,” Darius teased.

She smiled and her pussy twitched at the memory. Darius was so hot that even with an audience, he managed to turn her on and press all her right buttons. “It was very sexy. I’m getting turned on now. Is it normal that we like doing these private parties so much?”

He snorted. “How do you measure normal?”

“Right, normal is boring, at least to us. We’re more adventurous. Okay, I think we should continue the parties.”

Cupping her face in his hands, he gazed into her eyes. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Sure. It’s fine.”

“Okay. Let’s do it, then.”

“I have an exam on Friday, and the bar in a few weeks. This can’t be a late night. I need to study.”

“Not a problem.”

“You mentioned kinky requests. What is Oliver looking for? Isn’t everything we do pretty much kinky?” The beer finally worked into her muscles, giving her a relaxed, lazy feeling. She finished the beer and picked up a soda.

He shrugged. “He’s made a few suggestions. How do you feel about being spanked?”

She thought about it then laughed. “Cool with me.”

“Flogged, or tied up?” He took a bite of his sandwich while watching her expression.

“That’s okay too. I never expected these parties to be such a turn-on. The yacht party was especially fun.”

He grinned. “That’s good. I’ve been turned on too. How about anal play? Role-playing?”

She shrugged. “I guess they’re all okay as long as we plan for it. Why do I feel you’re building up to something?”

He nodded.

She gave him a disapproving look. “What else?”

“Oliver said the host would like to participate.” He took a long swig of beer, finishing it off.

“He said he wants to do a threesome?”

“Yes, and Oliver called me about another client who has a similar proposal. He wants to turn up the tension a bit.”

“How so?”

“He also wants a threesome, but wants to get a little rough. No harm. All act. Tie you up and have you fake resistance to a point. Then you’ll give in and be pleasured.”

“No.” Even as she said no, her body pulsed at the wicked thought of having two men tie her up and pleasure her.

“We won’t do it if you don’t want to. But what bothers you about it?”

“Even though this would be an act, a show for the amusement of others, we’d be paid well. Essentially, we’re having sex with a stranger, getting paid for it. Aren’t we crossing a line here? And we’re offering a forced seduction?” That consideration didn’t make her less aroused, but she had to be cautious and realistic. This was borderline prostitution.

“Faked forced seduction. No harm and all parties are agreeing. We’re getting paid for a show, not sex for hire. Like actors in a play,” he argued.

She wasn’t convinced, but tried to see his point. “What’s he like?”

He grinned. Damn him, he knew the idea enticed her. “Oliver says he’s about thirty-eight, good looking, nice build. He said no rough stuff, just straight sex, aside from tying you up and a little resistance on your part to excite his guests. He seems like a nice guy, really.” He dug into the cooler and held up a wrapped package. “Another sandwich?”