Secret Destiny: Sins of Odyssey Book 1 (7 page)

“No on the threesome/forced seduction show.”

“Any luck in the job market?” he asked without a pause.

She groaned and shot him a dirty look. “All right, all right. Let’s do it. But I have to be home by midnight. I have to study all day for these exams.”

“Promise. You’ll make your exam.” He let out a long breath and wrapped his arms around his knees.

She smiled. “You’re nervous too?” When it came to sex for guys, she’d heard a saying that most guys would fuck an alligator if it would hold still. So why should he be concerned about this particular private party?

“Don’t know. A threesome can be a strange dynamic. Maybe it’s the control thing. I know I’ve done them before, but that was with people I knew. I’m not sure how I feel about watching a stranger fuck you. The forced part makes me a bit edgy too.”

Her insides hollowed out. She touched his cheek. “Now you’re the one worrying for nothing.”

9

“Shall we get started? I think my guests are getting horny.” Nate, the host, escorted Destiny and Darius into the spacious living room. “I know my wife is, and so am I.”

The guests, three couples, were already seated around the room. They stared as she and Darius entered. The room was meticulously designed in a contemporary style. Modern oil paintings of serene ocean scenes, rocky seacoasts or stark desert landscapes decorated the stucco walls. She noticed they all had the same artist’s signature, but couldn’t read it. Were they painted by the host or his wife?

What did Nate do for a living? If not a famous artist, perhaps he was a CEO in a local business, or maybe his wife had the money or an executive job? Oliver said Nate was an associate of Karl, but was unable to attend the yacht party. Oliver was right about all the connections and networking each assignment offered. Dark Odyssey certainly catered to the pretentious crowd. This well-to-do bunch shared all their business and kinky contacts.

Destiny had been on fire long before she felt all eyes on her. The drive to the client’s house had gotten her so worked up, thinking about this particular encounter, that her lace thong was already soaked. She and Darius had done a couple of private parties, but this would be her first threesome. The idea excited her but worried her too. They were supposed to be experienced in this lifestyle. Would the host and the audience notice any blunders on her part?

Glancing at Darius, she followed his gaze to an inflatable bed covered in black satin sheets that had been placed in the center of the room. She tried not to scrunch her nose up at the tacky setup. Although it would be more comfortable than lying on the cold ceramic tile.

Darius slid her tote bag off her shoulder and placed it on the floor close to the bed. He drew her closer, kissed her, then fondled her breasts in front of the audience. This was Darius’ signal to start their session. That was the only part of their private parties that was routine. A few guests turned in their direction to observe the sexy interaction.

Destiny pressed her lips to Darius’ ear and whispered, “I love their first reaction when we start, and I love it when they watch. I get more turned on.”

He nuzzled her neck. “You’ve finally accepted your exhibitionist side.”

“Yes,” she said in a sultry tone loud enough for their audience to hear. Sliding her hand across the front of his trousers, she discovered his erection. “I see I’ve gotten you worked up.”

She reached inside his pants and grasped his cock. Darius groaned, and the audience did too. She glanced over toward Nate and his wife Angela. He’d yanked her tank top down to expose one breast, and toyed with it, using his fingers and mouth while his wife rooted in his pants for his cock, and tried to undo his trousers with her other hand. Apparently, they didn’t mind being observed either. They whispered something, laughed and talked some more, looking at the couple in the front of the room. Then Nate approached the inflatable bed and stood beside Darius.

Sensing the man’s presence, Darius lifted his mouth off Destiny’s breast and looked at Nate, questioning.

“Sorry to disturb you when you’re just getting started. My wife and I have a request.”

A few people in the audience chuckled. “Like karaoke? A music request?” one man asked, and the rest laughed.

“Would you consider a threesome? My wife would love to watch me with you two.” Nate wanted his guests to think it was a spontaneous thing. There was some mumbling in the audience. Nate smiled, staring at her breasts. There was no shyness in the man’s request. And his wife grinned and held up a crystal wineglass, appearing anxious for the show to begin. They’d done this before. She and Darius were the hired guns, but it was their host and his wife who were the experts.

Darius hesitated. Destiny hesitated too—faked, of course, and all planned.

“Maybe they don’t do threesomes, Nate,” one guest, a woman with martini glass in hand, suggested.

Destiny’s body hummed with a deep hunger she hadn’t expected. At the same time, she wanted to leave. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea. What if she couldn’t go through with it? Could she have sex with this man in front of Darius, in front of all these people, and have Darius join them? What if she panicked?

Nate was handsome, even though Darius would always be her first choice for lovers. She and Darius glanced at each other, not speaking. He frowned, probably sensing her hesitation.

“It’s up to you, Destiny.” Darius took her face between both his hands. “You can say no.”

“Do it, do it,” several people in the audience cried out.

“You can say no,” Nate said. “No hard feelings if you’d rather not.”

“Is this okay with you?” Destiny asked Darius. Even though her question was prearranged and she knew his answer, part of her wished that he wouldn’t want another man to have sex with her. She hesitated much longer than they had planned.

Saying no would probably end their association with Oliver and Dark Odyssey. She wasn’t the naïve college kid she had been with John. This was her choice, and she could do this.

“Yes, it’s fine,” he said, forcing a smile. Darius turned to Nate. “Nothing rough, safe sex only. If she says enough, we stop.” That last comment wasn’t planned.

“Agreed,” Nate said.

Darius nodded, but he gave Destiny a cautious glance. He hugged her and whispered into her ear so only she could hear. “What’s wrong?”

“A little nervous, but I’m okay.”

He whispered back, “The guy seems a little cocky. We’ll take it slow to make sure we can trust him.”

Destiny’s palms felt damp as Nate reached behind her neck to untie the halter dress. The silky material dropped to her waist, revealing her firm, round breasts.

Nate then stood in front of her, lust blazing in his brown eyes. He stood a little taller than Darius, and his brown hair a little shorter. The man had a hot body. Obviously, he worked out regularly, and was pleasing to look at. The bulge of his hard-on was evident in his khaki pants. His wife, Angela, a pretty, petite blonde in a mini-dress and strappy sandals, now sat in a white leather chair watching, the large glass of red wine clutched in both hands.

The other couples sat around the room, drinks in hand, somber but engaged. As Nate stepped forward and grasped her breasts, Destiny closed her eyes and willed her pulse to slow. It was an odd sensation having another man touch her so intimately while Darius stood behind her, easing her dress down over her hips.

The dress dropped to the floor and she kicked it out of the way. Dressed only in a black lace thong and heeled sandals, she opened her eyes and took note of Nate’s expression. One eyebrow raised and his mouth parted slightly. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. He pinched her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, then paused in his attentions to gaze upon her. “Wow, you’re beautiful,” he said. “Is this your first threesome?”

“No,” she lied. They were supposed to be professionals and were getting paid a high price for their services. So, she thought her client would expect experienced playmates.

“Ah, too bad.” He chuckled. “I was hoping to be your first.”

“My first time with you,” she said playfully. “A new lover always brings that added rush of excitement.” With shaky hands, she unbuttoned his shirt, then shoved it off his shoulders. Her fingers explored the planes of his chest and abdomen. Every touch inflamed her need. She had no idea she’d respond to another man’s touch while others looked on, including Darius.

“I totally agree,” Nate said as he kicked off his shoes and slipped off his pants and briefs. His hard cock jutted straight out from his body. Glancing behind her, she saw Darius remove his clothes.

Darius slipped his hand around and down into her thong, his finger grazing her clit. She shuddered and rocked her hips against his hand.

“I’ll bet she’s wet,” Nate said as he kneaded her breasts.

Darius shifted his hand and thrust a finger inside her. “Very.”

Murmurs came from their audience, but Destiny tried ignoring them. Nate took her mouth, gently at first, then probed with his tongue. He tasted of mint and wine, and her body responded. Drunk from the kiss, she leaned into him as his tongue and mouth trailed a path along her neck to her ear then down to her breast. He clamped down hard onto a nipple. The pain jolted her, and she flinched, but he didn’t stop. He moaned in pleasure and sucked, his tongue brushing the engorged tip, making it more sensitive.

She shivered from the sensations ravishing her body and gripped his shoulders. The man wasn’t a gentle lover. He was rough, sensual and gifted. Every nerve he touched heated her body throughout. Every movement was expertly executed. She’d expected him to take off her clothes, throw her down on the inflatable bed and fuck her. But for the kind of money he was spending, she guessed, he wanted to make this last. This was fine with her because she was enjoying every part of it, but in the back of her mind, dread wedged into her thoughts. She’d crossed a line. This was being paid for sex.

Darius kissed her shoulder and stroked and fucked her pussy with his finger. She quickened the movement of her hips to sandwich his hand between her body and Nate’s. The movement teased her sex. The tension of an orgasm built inside her. God, she was so turned on. She needed to come soon. In a few moments she’d have no control to stop it.

“Can I taste you?” Nate hooked his thumbs into her thong and drew them down over her hips. Darius had slipped his fingers out and was now stretched out on the bed, stroking himself. A signal to move to the bed, but the host wanted her to remain standing.

“Let him watch for a minute. Spread your legs and let me lick you.” He knelt down and used his fingers to spread her feminine flesh, exposing her swollen and sensitive clit. Groaning, he circled the bud and lapped greedily at her slit. His tongue probed her entrance. “Yes, you are wet and taste sweet.”

Knees trembling, Destiny slid her fingers into his hair, grasping his head as he masterfully aroused her. Then, without warning, he thrust a finger deep inside her channel and pressed firmly, finding her most sensitive spot.

Destiny cried out. The movement inched her closer to an orgasm.

“Hmmm,” Nate murmured as he looked up at her, his lips moist with her juices. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

He stood and kissed her. She could taste herself, mixed with wine and the mint of his earlier kiss. “Not so soon.” Taking her hand, he led her toward the bed.

“My turn,” she said, kneeling between both men and taking their cocks, one in each hand. She stroked them, feeling their thick shafts grow harder. Greed consumed her. She wanted both of them, wanted both to ravish and fuck her. The unknown and the familiar. These men excited her. The rush of sexual desire was intoxicating.

She first sucked Nate’s cock. He was shaved around the base, where she noticed a tattoo of a red bird. She traced it with her finger. “What kind of bird is this? Is there significance?”

“It’s a phoenix, a mythological bird that emerges from its fiery ashes, reborn.”

“Very nice.”

“It represents kindness, duty and reliability,” he added between moans.

“All honorable traits,” she said as she teased his cock with her tongue. “Are you an honorable man?”

“Very,” he said.

When she cupped his balls, she found a scrotal ring piercing. First the tattoo, now the piercing. Not what she’d expect to find on a wealthy businessman. Amused, she continued sucking his cock to hide her grin. Sliding up and down his shaft, she eagerly took as much as she could then roamed over to his sac and flicked her tongue at his ring.

“You like my ring?” he asked.

“Yes, very sexy.”

“I got it in New Orleans when Angela and I were there on vacation.”

“Nice,” she said, but wondered what thoughts were going through his wife’s mind at this moment. Doubt and fear crept into the edges of her mind. She reached over to touch Darius, reassurance that he was there, and he drew her hand to his shaft. Nate groaned and grasped her hair, pumping himself into her mouth.

“God, that’s so good.” Gently, Nate pulled her up and kissed her. “I have to slow it down a bit, or I’ll come.”

Abruptly, she stood, covered her breasts and stepped away from the bed.

Darius stepped beside her. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel…afraid. No, terrified.”

He gripped her shoulders then pulled her close to embrace her. She shoves him away. “Dammit, Destiny, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

She shakes her head. In the audience she hears murmurs and doesn’t dare look at Nate. If he noticed she had second thoughts, would he kick them out? Does she want that?

With calm, gentle eyes, Darius focused on her. “Trust me. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you. Now tell me why you’re afraid.”

She swallows. “Where will this lead?”

He frowns. She knows he doesn’t understand. “To other referrals, other encounters. But we only do the ones we want.”

She felt a tightness grip her heart. “What if we start liking this too much? Will we lose something between us? Will our lovemaking become just a job?”

He smiled a little at that, but not in a mocking way. “Oh, babe, no, we don’t lose anything,” his voice was soft, gentle like a caress. “This only enhances what we have, or I wouldn’t do it. I would never risk what we share.” Darius pulled her down onto the bed again. Cupping her face, he kissed her then asked. “Now you tell me, are you okay with this? If not, I’ll take you out of here right now.”