Secret Destiny: Sins of Odyssey Book 1 (8 page)

She moved over to him, kissed him, then whispered, “Yes, I want this. I want you.” Her kisses continued down his chest, across his stomach to his groin where she pleasured him with her mouth. He was so aroused. With each downward plunge of her mouth, she felt his body quiver. She gazed into his eyes and saw no sign of jealously. She stroked him and glanced toward the audience. A few held hands or embraced while watching the sex scene. But the other couples engaged in their own encounters of intimate touching and kissing. Besides turning the group on, their kinky display had stirred a little passion and romance. Destiny leaned close to Darius and ran her tongue close to his ear.

He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Are you absolutely sure about this? Do we continue?”

She nodded. “I’m just worried this could cheapen or strain our relationship.”

“Hmmm.” He studied her for a moment. “This doesn’t change us. It’s something we share together. I love seeing another man pleasure you, even if he’s a client. I can observe and participate in your pleasure. That excites me. It only deepens what we have.”

“Really?”

He nodded. Next to her, Nate sat up. “Are we still on here or what?” His tone was slightly impatient as he held up two condom packets.

“Of course,” she answered with a smile.

He fitted a condom on and passed one to Darius. He slipped it on. The look of smoldering lust in Nate’s eyes was enough of an invitation to set her fears aside and let both men claim her. “You want this?” Nate asked her, looking up from grasping his hard cock in his hand.

“Oh, yes.”

“You want it badly, don’t you?” Nate asked. “Then beg, sweetheart.”

She laughed nervously, but she could play this game too. “Please, I’m begging you. Please, fuck me, Nate.” She reached for his cock, giving him a few long strokes. “I want you buried inside me.”

He groaned. “Yes, beautiful, I’ll fuck you.”

Her body shivered as an intense desire filled her. She wanted Nate and Darius to both pleasure her, and to take every inch of them inside her.

Pulling Destiny on top of him, Nate held his shaft straight while she straddled his hips and impaled herself on top of his cock. Grasping her hips, Nate pumped deeper into her. As she leaned forward, his body rubbed her clit. She grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself.

Darius knelt behind her and reached around, grasping her breasts. His cock rested against her ass as she rode Nate.

“Can you take us both?” Nate asked, his eyes dark and sultry.

She didn’t answer right away. She and Darius had never done anal at a party. It wasn’t one of her favorite things. Could she relax enough in front of these people to do this?

“It’s up to you,” Darius whispered in her ear. “We don’t have to.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Okay, but go slow.” She was still unsure. Picking up a bottle of lubricant off a side table, he dripped the cool fluid that had a spicy scent down the cleft of her ass, then used his finger to gently probe her entrance. His touch burned at first, then felt good as he slid it in and out, prompting her to relax. Darius removed his finger and backed away. She tensed because she knew she wasn’t ready for his cock. How could she tell him without the audience or Nate hearing her? Nate gripped her hips and thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Her ass was open and expecting Darius’ penetration.

She heard him digging in her bag, and a moment later felt more cool lubricant sliding between the cleft of her ass. Then he probed her again with something larger than his finger, but not his cock. A butt plug. He worked in the narrow end and circled the device as he pushed it in deeper and stretched her. When it was in completely, he pumped it. “That’s it, relax. Much better now?” Darius asked.

“Yes,” she breathed. She wanted him to keep stroking her like that while Nate fucked her. “Feels great.”

“Good. Ready for me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes.”

He removed the butt plug and placed it beside the bed. Kneeling between Nate’s legs, Darius moved close and nudged the cleft of her ass with his rigid cock. Wet and slick from lubricant, she braced herself as he slowly slid into her anal opening. “Relax,” Darius said. He caressed her spine and buttocks, easing her resistance.

Suffering the first twinge of pain, Destiny focused on Nate as he massaged her breasts, then teased her clit with his thumb. Feeling both men fill her was highly sensual. Darius’ slow and gentle moves drove her wild. She cried out and dug her fingers into Nate’s arms and rocked on his hips, feeling both cocks move inside her. “Ahh, yeah,” she moaned.

“That’s so hot,” Nate said. “I feel her clamping down on my cock.”

The three of them began moving in a slow, steady rhythm. “Is that good, Destiny?” Darius asked. The hoarse, erotic tone to his voice ramped up her desire.

“Yes, very good.”

A frantic fury overtook her, as the two men moved and buried their cocks deeper into her. Destiny rode them, pleasure building to a tumultuous level. The look of intense desire in the eyes of her new lover, feeling Darius behind her and their primal groans heightened her own pleasure.

Then Nate’s face tightened. He shouted as he climaxed, and she was again consumed by the heat and frenzy of the moment. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her forward, then captured her clit between his fingers and tugged. The pressure and direct stimulation was all she needed to reach her own release. She bucked and cried out as the orgasm spread through her. Then Darius swore, his fingers digging into her ass as he pumped her hard and fast. The motion pulled her against him and off Nate. Holding her against his chest, Darius came, his cock throbbing in her ass. Exhausted, they dropped onto the bed, in a tangle of arms and legs, one man on each side. They lay there for several minutes, panting.

Darius brought his lips to her ear. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

At the same time Nate said, “God, sweetheart, you’re hot.”

Breathing hard, Destiny glanced over to Angela to see her response. Legs crossed, her foot bounced, as she admired the threesome. She smiled and casually held the empty glass of wine in one hand.

Nate knelt beside Destiny and leaned over to give her a gentle kiss on the mouth. “You’re lovely, Destiny. Thank you both. I’m going to clean up. You can use the guest bath in the hall. Then come outside on the patio and join us for a nightcap.” He got up and greeted his wife with a kiss and a pat on the behind. Angela led her guests outside.

Drawing the sheet over them, Darius wrapped his arms around Destiny. “Were you okay with that? It was your first threesome.”

She thought about it for a moment. “I did enjoy it. But I’m puzzled why you’re not bothered by another man having sex with me.”

He smiled. “I get off seeing another man pleasure you. I don’t feel jealous. After all, I know you’re saving the last dance for me.”

* * *

After they left the party, Darius grew quiet on the ride home. “Something wrong?” Destiny asked.

“I didn’t want to tell you before our session, but I’m leaving tomorrow for another gig in Atlanta.”

Destiny groaned and slumped down in her seat. “How long this time?” Just as she was getting used to having him around.

He hesitated, then finally answered, “Four weeks.”

“And what about our appointments with Oliver? We can’t do the sex shows for four weeks. How am I going to make a living?”

“Oliver had some suggestions.”

“What? You talked to him without talking to me?”

He gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Sorry I didn’t mention it, but I was trying to come up with a few alternative ideas without having you panic.”

“Well, I’m panicking.”

“Oliver can continue to send you on referrals. Only if you’re interested. He said another woman or another guy could do the sessions with you.”

The cold, hard reality of what their love life had turned into knocked her over. “Really? And you’re fine with me having sex with other men and women for money without you there?” She’d just gotten used to the idea of a ménage with Darius and another man, but it was something they did together. Now he didn’t care who she slept with. An act or not, it was still sex.

“I know it’s not ideal, but I’m trying to get my dad to open a local branch of his business so I don’t have to go out of town. Do you have another option? An offer from another strip club?”

“No, but I’m not doing these sessions without you. I’m done with this, done with all of it, including us. I’m selling the house, getting a normal job as a waitress and hopefully as a lawyer after I graduate. I’ll pay off this debt in twenty or thirty years.”

“I know you’re upset. I’ll call Oliver and tell him to cancel, and we’ll talk when I get back.”

“No, I think we’ve talked enough. When you get back, I’d appreciate if you move your things out.”

10

Two weeks later, Paula paced the train platform, awaiting news on when the trains would begin running again. Halfway to her destination, the train had stopped and the conductor ordered the passengers off. He hadn’t explained what the problem was, but hoped there wouldn’t be too much of a delay. She had to get to the university to take the bar exam.

Her heart still ached after her breakup with Darius, and she tried not thinking about it with her exam hanging over her head. That was her priority today. Her disastrous love life would come later.

They hadn’t spoken since the threesome with Nate. After Darius had packed his things and moved into a friend’s place, she’d put her house on the market. That wasn’t easy, but it was the practical thing to do. Oliver had given her a hostess position at the club to greet and tour new patrons, answer questions, help the bartender and any other odd job Oliver could think up. For the moment, it worked and paid something, but only a fraction of their sex encounters.

Darius had called and said he was sorry for all that had happened, and wished her luck on her test. He wanted to get together and work things out. She doubted that would happen.

Over an hour had passed since her train had stopped, and Paula’s stomach twisted in knots. The Florida heat and humidity enveloped her. Sweat soaked through her suit. The conductor informed them that service would be delayed—for how long, he didn’t know. Passengers had to wait on the platform until buses arrived to pick them up and take them to their destination. She knew that wasn’t good. That could take hours. How was she going to get to her exam?

The holdup was from an accident on the rails. A crossing gate had failed to go down and a train had struck a car. The tracks could be shut down all day.

Shit. Pulling out her cell phone, she tried calling every taxi company, and none were available for at least an hour or more. If she was late for the exam, they wouldn’t let her in.

Frantic now, she searched the contacts on her phone, and tried to find someone to call, anyone who could pick her up. She hadn’t spoken to Darius in a while, but heard he had left for Atlanta. She wouldn’t call him anyway. She missed him, but how could she tell him she’d made a mistake? It had been her own fears and insecurities that destroyed their relationship, not their kinky desires or Oliver’s clients. She stared at Oliver’s number and groaned. She was desperate.

“Hello, Oliver. This is Destiny. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Miss Destiny, you changed your mind about working with my other associates?”

“Not exactly. I was on my way to take the bar exam today.”

“Oh, that’s right. Today is the day. Good luck.”

“There’s a problem. I’m stuck at the train station. There was an accident and the trains aren’t running. I desperately need a ride.”

“Wait there at the entrance. I’ll send someone.”
He hung up before she had a chance to ask who or what kind of car they’d be driving.

Twenty minutes later, Darius showed up. “Get in. There’s still time.”

She didn’t argue. “I thought you were on your way to Atlanta.”

“I was in the office with my dad when Oliver called. You could’ve called me.” He sounded hurt, annoyed, or maybe both.

“Thanks for coming.” In their crazy world, he was there for her again. “I was wrong, Darius.”

He took off racing down back city streets them pulled onto the highway. Traffic was heavy, but he easily maneuvered through.

“Not really,” he said. “You have a right to set boundaries with what you’ll agree to do for Oliver’s clients, or with me. Our love life is separate from Dark Odyssey. One is business and the other is private and special. I’m sorry if one caused stress on us. We don’t ever have to do it again. There are plenty of things I want to do with you. Whatever we do is only to bring more pleasure. If there’s no pleasure, we don’t do it.”

“Seems simple enough.” But it wasn’t that simple.

“We may not always agree on what we like or want, and not just about sex, but dammit, that’s what is amazing about us. I want to discover who you are. I want to make you burn and crave that sensual side you didn’t even know you had. I want the freedom to be with someone willing to trust and explore her sexual fantasies, no matter how dark or shocking.” His rough, sensual voice slid though her.

“I want you too. I want us. I think I was feeling out of control.”

“No wonder. With your study schedule, financial worries, losing your parents, job situation—that’s a lot not in your control. Everything will work out. I love you, Paula. Don’t give up on us yet.”

“I love you too.”

He gripped her hand and her heart soared.

“After my exam, we can talk more.” She couldn’t make any promises while her head was spinning around the study questions. She glanced at her watch. “I hope the exam proctors heard about the train accident and give a little leniency.”

Darius dropped her off at the university. “I have a few errands to do, and a business meeting. Text me when you’re finished.” He kissed her quick.

“Thank you for the ride. The test will take several hours, and this is just the first day of exams.”

“If you need another ride, let me know. Good luck, today. I hope to have a surprise for you in a couple weeks.”

“Don’t mess with my mind now, Darius. What kind of surprise?”

“It’s all good,” he said, and kissed her again. “Go take your test.”

Paula raced up the steps and walked into the auditorium entrance. The lobby was empty and silent. Had the exam started?
Dammit
. A man, most likely a proctor, blocked the door to the exam room. He had his head down, reading a clipboard in his hands. “Excuse me, I’m Paula Chappell, here for the exam.”

Her chest rose and fell as she took huge gulps of air. Her suit, wrinkled and sweaty like she’d just run a marathon, stuck to her thighs and back. The man didn’t look up. “I know I’m late. There was a train accident. Fortunately, not my train, but the entire Tri-Rail system is shut down. That’s why I’m late. You can check the news.” She was rambling. “Please, please, please, I’m begging you let me in.”

The man pointed to her name on his list. “Yes, I have you here. Paula Chappell. And I’m afraid you are too late.” He looked up from his clipboard and Destiny gasped. Her heart stopped beating.

It was Nate. Oh my God. She wanted to run out of the building, but her body froze to the ground. Did he recognize her without her wig? She tried not to make eye contact.

“Please let me in,” she said. She was feeling nauseated at the thought that she’d had sex with this man and sucked his cock only a couple weeks ago.

“Say that again.”

“Say what again?” she asked.

“‘Please, let me in.’” His eyebrows rose and his mouth twitched as if hiding a grin.

She repeated the phrase. God, she was so screwed.

His eyes met hers and he smiled. “I love when you beg,” he whispered. “Now, say, ‘Please, Nate, I want your cock buried inside me. I want you to fuck me.’”

Her whole career flashed before her eyes. All the money she’d spent on her education was now gone in one night of pleasure. A night she was paid for. Good God.

“Yes, Destiny, I recognize you. I found out who you are after our little party. Karl has his contacts and connections to the university’s board and the Florida Board of Bar Examiners. He could easily report your unsatisfactory moral character and you may never practice law. Even if you were on time, my instructions were to deny you entrance.”

“You can’t deny me entrance to this exam because of a private party. There’s no proof and the guests didn’t even know my real name.”

His crooked grin chilled her. “But I do have proof, enough to demonstrate you’ve violated the ethics regulations. One of my guests sneaked a couple photos even though I’d requested no cameras or phones.”

“Why would he do this?” The knots in her stomach turned to nausea.

“He was a little annoyed by your behavior at his party.” He clucked his tongue and shook his head. “And now that you’re late, I have a legitimate excuse.”

“That’s not fair,” she snapped. “We gave Karl his show. His guests were happy and entertained.”

“Karl doesn’t like to be challenged after a contract has been made. You challenged him, tried to cancel last minute. Not very smart. Your mouth, by the way, is unforgettable, in so many ways.”

Her bones turned to ice. She was so screwed. “I understand that now. But what are you doing here, Nate?”

“Professor Eigler,” he corrected. “I recently accepted a position at the university. I’ll be teaching classes in criminal procedure next semester.”

“I guess this means you’re not letting me into the exam?” She didn’t say it in a confrontational tone, just stated the facts.

“Afraid not. Karl decided to give you another chance. He won’t report you. You can apply to retake the exam next year, or you may prefer a promising career at Dark Odyssey? Good luck with that.” His sarcasm made her skin crawl. The bottom had just fallen out of her world. Everything she’d worked for was over. She knew the rules, but she also knew she’d had little choice. He stared at her, not saying another word. That was her signal to make a graceful exit before she made a scene. She turned away, walked outside and started down the steps, then she saw Darius driving away, and she remembered his words from a previous discussion when she was fired at the strip club.
“Why won’t you stand up for yourself? Argue with him, Destiny.”
She stopped walking. What did she have to lose?

Spinning around, she marched back to Nate and invaded his personal space. She pushed down his clipboard so he’d look at her, then tilted her chin defiantly. “By the way, I admire the artist’s work of your phoenix tattoo.” No doubt he hadn’t shared the presence or location of that tat with the academic world, especially his students. “Although I can’t agree with the kindness symbolism. And your scrotal piercing is pretty hot. Had it done in New Orleans, you said? Interesting. I learned that juries like specific details like that.”

The smile dissolved from his face. He got her point. “Right.” He stared at her for several long moments.

“I’m sure your reason for doing Karl’s dirty work is justified, just as I had good reason for making my risky arrangement, or for trying to cancel Karl’s session that night. I’m sure we can come to an acceptable agreement. Professionally and confidentially.”

He nodded once. She didn’t want to get her hopes up. “Ms. Chappell, you’ve learned many valuable skills. A lawyer must be professional and value confidentiality. Lawyers are very good about keeping their clients’ secrets. Kindness is a virtue, and perhaps it can be a learned skill.”

“I agree, Professor Eigler.”

“Good. A terrible tragedy about the train accident. I heard it on the news this morning. Please, go in and take your exam.”

She let out a breath and rushed past him into the exam room.