Secret Destiny: Sins of Odyssey Book 1 (4 page)

A few women in the audience cried out. Then Darius tore her thong off and tossed it across the room. One guy picked it up, balled it into his fist and stuffed it in his pocket. But his wife didn’t take her eyes off the couple giving the show.

Gasps came from the onlookers as Darius turned her to face the audience fully nude. “No, don’t,” Destiny shouted, feigning embarrassment, and attempted to cover her nakedness. She wore only her strappy-heeled sandals. Her body thrummed with anticipation. The intensity thrilled her. Every nerve caught fire as their act took on a life of its own. She was obsessed by passion and didn’t care who watched.

“Don’t cover yourself.” His hand cupped her cheek, then he pressed her arms to her sides. “Let me look at you.” Taking off his shoes, shirt and pants, he stood before her and the audience in his naked glory. He had an amazing body: flat abs, muscular pecs and arms with a simple tat circling one biceps. A few strands of his dark hair fell across his brow as he gazed at her with a smoldering look.

“No!” She stood and shoved at his chest. “I’m out of here. I told you I don’t like the rough stuff. And I don’t like fucking in public.”

He grabbed her arm and yanked her back. “Oh, no, Destiny. Not until we’re finished. Now touch yourself,” he commanded.

“Stop it.” She ran to her torn clothes and clutched them around her. Grabbing her tote bag, she marched toward the door. “I’m out of here.”

“We’re not finished.” Darius picked her up, ripped away her clothes and shoved her onto the soft throw rug. He pulled a length of rope out of her bag, looped one end around her wrists and tied the other end around the leg of the sofa. He pulled the rope tight so her arms stretched over her head. She struggled and could’ve easily escaped if she wished.

“No, help me,” she cried out as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples until they hurt.

He smacked the side of her hip and hushed her. “Pain or pleasure. It’s your choice. Keep fighting me and I’ll suppose you’ll want pain.” If their audience saw how wet she was, they’d know she was turned on. Still, Destiny hadn’t expected Darius to be quite so rough. Was this all an act for him?

“Spread your legs and keep them spread or I’ll tie them up too,” he ordered. He took his cock in his hand and began stroking. She hesitated long enough to build doubt in the audience, then complied.

She heard murmurs from the audience, but no one stepped in to stop them.

He slid his free hand between her legs and slipped a finger inside. She knew he could feel how wet she was with her juices.

Wide-eyed and frozen in place, the audience was riveted to the scene now, and deathly quiet. The power she had over them was more than the power she had over the men who watched her while she danced naked at the strip club. This was different. She was turning men and women on while turning herself on too. Was she an exhibitionist beyond exotic dancing? She hadn’t realized she might have a kinky side. What would Darius think?

“Taste yourself.” Darius slipped his finger moistened with her cream into her mouth. “You want my cock?”

She nodded.

Then Darius came up briefly to kiss her. “Man, I taste you on your mouth.” Kneeling down, he brushed over her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. Jolts of pleasure shot through her and her knees went weak. Spreading her legs wider, she allowed him more room to play. He leaned back and tapped her exposed bud with his fingertips, making her body jerk. Moaning, she covered her breasts with her hands.

He pinched her clit, then rubbed it. He was taking her closer to her climax. If he kept this up, she’d come in front of all these people. “Don’t you come yet,” Darius commanded. “Not until I say you can.”

“Oh, no,” a woman in the crowd groaned.

“Please, let me go. Someone help me,” Destiny begged. She noticed that woman’s husband had his hand up her dress and her legs were spread. Then the woman pulled away from her husband and strode over to Destiny.

“Get off of her. Stop it,” the woman yelled at Darius.

Phil gently pulled her back and shook his head. “Don’t stop them.”

“But she asked for help,” the woman said.

“Don’t interfere,” Philip warned.

The woman turned in a huff and walked back to her husband. She continued to watch the scene when Destiny expected her to walk out.

“You’re still fighting me,” Darius pointed out. “I’m very disappointed, and you know what happens when I’m disappointed.”

“I won’t do it again,” she promised, trying not to smile.

He straddled her chest and held his hardened cock by her lips. “You like sucking cock?” Darius asked.

She nodded.

“Then suck me.”

She took his cock into her mouth as he supported her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. She hoped he remembered she wore a wig. Rocking his hips, he thrust into her mouth. By the sounds of his groans, she could tell he was close to his release. “I have to stop now, or you’re going to make me come.” He eased off her and reached for her tote bag.

He took out a large vibrator and lubricant. He coated her labia with the lube, and she shivered from the sudden cold and wetness. He turned on the vibrator and eased it into her. She sucked in a breath as the pressure stretched her vaginal walls wide. He moved it in and out with small, slow thrusts and stroked her clit with his fingers. The direct stimulation brought her up to a new level of sensations, and her body twitched with an approaching climax. Faking that she was being forced and roughly taken would be difficult when she had a glorious orgasm.

Her body was on fire. With this contraption and Darius’ touch, she would go over the edge in about three seconds. Was sex this good when they were alone? Or did she need some deviance to spice up what they had? She didn’t want to answer that right now.

But then she scanned the room and saw all the couples starring at her. One guy had his hand down his pants; another had his hand up his wife’s dress. The rest of them stared at her, mesmerized. It wasn’t a look of admiration or longing like she’d first thought, or when she danced nude. The men gawked with dazed expressions, and the women looked appalled, like people do as they stare at a traffic accident.

Destiny felt trashy, and afraid that this would also cheapen her relationship with Darius. Whatever they had in the past would be changed forever after this encounter. Their casual, free-spirited love affair would turn sleazy and mechanical. This would distance them.

The massive cathedral ceiling room suddenly shrank to the size of a closet. She closed her legs, trying to hide her sex. Darius tried to part her legs, but she stiffened and resisted.

He moved in front of her, kissing her cheek then her ear and whispered, “Are you all right?”

“No, let’s go. I can’t do this.” They were close enough so that the others couldn’t hear their conversation.

He gazed at her in disbelief, then smiled. “Okay, but you’re doing fine. We’re almost done. What’s wrong?”

She looked into his eyes and said, “I’m afraid.”

“What? Afraid of what? I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“I know. I’m afraid things will change between us after this.”

He stroked her cheek, then tugged on the rope at her wrists. “I’ll take this off. We can go anytime. Call your safe word. This won’t change what we have. We’re like two actors acting out a part in a movie for the sake of entertainment. We’re fulfilling a fantasy for some of these people, adding another aspect to their sexual love life, maybe enhancing it. I suspect most of them will leave the party early. They’ll go home horny and get laid. We’re their aphrodisiac.”

She almost smiled at that, but, not wanting to break out of her role, she held a straight face. “I suppose you’re right. We’re just actors who know each other well.”

“Makes it easier, doesn’t it?” He raised his eyebrows in a friendly tease. “So do we go or stay? Your call.” He waved the vibrator in his hand.

She squirmed under him. “Stay.”

He picked up the vibrator, spread more lubricant on the tip and spread her legs.

This time she didn’t resist. As he slid the toy into her, he clicked on the vibrator and pressed his mouth against her clit. Shuddering, Destiny moaned, and every nerve in that tiny bud ignited. “Oh God,” she cried. In the background she heard a few whimpers and moans from the audience, but she ignored them as any actor would, stayed in character and focused on Darius and their scene.

Darius plunged the vibrator in and out and continued to stimulate her clit as she rocked her hips to her rhythm. “Keep your legs spread,” Darius ordered, loud enough for the spellbound audience to hear. Finally, Destiny felt a sense of power over them too. As her pleasure increased, their attention was riveted on her. Her stage fright dissolved and her exhibitionist nature returned.

“Hmmm.” She widened her legs. The stimulation drew her closer to her climax. She wouldn’t have to fake it in front of this audience. “I’m going to come soon,” she murmured.

“No, not yet. Wait until I say.” He reached up and squeezed both nipples, then readjusted the vibrator to make sure it was secured. Silence fell over the room again. No more moans, or whispers, or chuckles. The guests were completely enthralled. That thought gave Destiny a rush.

“I can’t hold off much longer.” She wasn’t acting—she meant it.

“Don’t come,” he ordered. She heard him unwrapping a condom.

Each time her body climbed to the peak, she had to fight the sensations or she’d plummet into a sexual release. “God, I can’t hold back.”

He came around, positioning between her legs, smiling his approval. A look of lust sparkled in his eyes. His cock sheathed, he knelt before her. He pressed the vibrator deeper, and her body gave a little shudder. So close, consumed by the intense concentration of pleasure, she moaned. “You want to come, do you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Please.” He bent forward and his tongue grazed the tip of her swollen clit, which was all she needed. Unhinged, she cried out as her climax exploded through her. Her body thrashed against the cushioned rug and her arms tugged at her restraints, which only made her orgasm that much more intense.

His mouth lapped at her pussy, until the spasms began to fade, then he yanked the toy out of her pussy and tossed it on the floor. It continued to vibrate and twist on the rug as Darius raised her legs over his shoulders and thrust inside her. “You like it deep, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She raised her hips to meet his thrusts.

A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his chest and six-pack abs as he pumped into her. He groaned, as his flesh slapped against her body, his cock driving deeper. His face strained as he found his own release. He collapsed beside her and released her restraints, then pulled her across his lap, holding her close. “You did fabulously. You okay?” he whispered.

She smiled. “I’m fine.”

He pulled the cotton throw from the couch and drew it around her. “Good. Smile for your audience.”

She did. They got applause from a few. The woman who’d tried to stop them snarled at Philip. “The whole scene was a setup. He wasn’t forcing her at all.”

Philip smiled. “Part of the entertainment was watching how you all would react. Was it real or acting or a little of both? I think maybe a little of both. Quite interesting and entertaining.”

“You’re an asshole, Philip,” the woman snapped. “Don’t include me in any of your parlor games again.”

“Aw, be a good sport,” her husband said. “We wouldn’t have let anything happen to that woman. We knew it was staged.”

“Bull!” She marched out of the room. “I’m fixing myself another martini.”

Philip grinned at Darius and pointed to soft white towels stacked on an end table. Apparently the mixed response to his parlor game pleased him.

As they got up, Darius and Destiny wrapped themselves in the large towels, and collected their toys. Philip came over and raised his empty glass in a congratulatory gesture. “Excellent. You may freshen up and change in the bathroom down the hall, then please join us on the patio for cocktails.”

“Very sensual,” Mari commented. “Our guests seemed to have enjoyed it, too. At least most did.”

“May I pass your number around?” Philip asked. “I know several colleagues who would be interested in your services.” He slipped an envelope stuffed with cash into Darius’ hand.

5

Weeks later Darius slid scrambled eggs and crisp bacon onto plates, and poured two cups of coffee. They’d planned to work around her house today. He’d promised to help her with her much-neglected yard. He placed the plates of eggs and cups of coffee on a tray and brought it into the bedroom.

Destiny, er, Paula, sat at the window seat with an open photo album on her lap and stared out the window. “There’s a canal not far from here. My dad used to take me fishing there.”

“Your dad was a cool guy. And your mom was a sweetheart.” Darius saw his parents all the time because of the family business. Until now he hadn’t considered what it would be like without them. “I’m sure you miss him.”

“I do.” She pointed to a picture. “The front garden used to be filled with flowers when my mom was alive. I need to work on that.”

He nodded. “You’ll get to it. I see my parents all the time, but it’s always for work. I should invite them over for dinner soon. What do you think?”

She smiled but continued flipping through the album. “I’d love to have them.”

She talked as if they were living together, and he liked that a lot. Maybe he should bring the topic up again. When he was in town, they practically lived at her place. The last time he brought it up, they agreed to wait. His job, her studies, all was not the best environment for a steady relationship. But everyone had challenging schedules and busy lives.

“Great. Come have breakfast. Do you want to eat there or on the bed?” he asked.

When she looked up, he noticed the glitter of tears in her eyes. “The bed is fine.” She got up and put the album down.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He placed the tray of food on the end of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m okay. Just looking at these old pictures got me thinking.”

He smoothed her short, dark hair out of her eyes. Without the long blond wig, she had more of a pixie face and less of a seductress face, but he liked both sides of her. He kissed her, but she returned the kiss with less enthusiasm. Something bothered her. “Thinking about what?”

“I love this house. But if I sell it, my financial problems would ease a bit. It may take years before I could afford another home. I do want a home. I have so many memories here. It would be hard to leave it.”

“Then don’t sell it,” he said. “You’re doing okay. This side job pays well, and we’re discreet. Oliver sets up the clients and prescreens them, which makes it even safer. I can always move in to help out. It’s more than that Paula. I want to be with you. I want a home that we share together. It’s hard, I know, when I’m away. When I’m in town, I want us to be together.”

“I thought you needed space.”

“Not true. My regular job requires a lot of travel, and I was afraid it would strain a relationship, so I avoided getting serious with anyone.”

“I know, but…” She hesitated.

“Tell me.”

She looked up at him. “I’m worried about what this job at Dark Odyssey is doing to us. What if we end up liking it too much? We’ve not had much sex alone since we started. I’m worried that sex will become just a job, an act. Each assignment is hot and fun and we’re making great money, but at what expense if we lose something between us, what we have together?”

He read between the lines. “When you first got into law school, you said you wanted to keep our relationship casual. No words of love, no plans for the future while you focused on your studies. And I agreed. And then your parents died a year apart. That’s a lot to handle.”

“I know.” She held on to his hands. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this to help me out, because you think I have a lot to handle.”

“I’m here because I want to be. I want you, and I’m willing to wait. I’m not going anywhere.” He touched her cheek and ached to kiss her again. Was she pulling away again, looking for an excuse to end it between them? “Don’t make any big decisions now. Don’t sell your house. Finish school and then decide what you want, what you need.” He left out the part about her deciding if she then would still want and need him. He wouldn’t give her the opening to end it. Not yet.

“All right. Too much stress right now for big decisions. I’ll get through school and then decide. But we have to be careful with this job.”

“We have been. Don’t worry.” He hugged her, and his heart broke at the thought of losing her. He could be falling in love, but didn’t dare go there or tell her. She didn’t need to hear that right now.

His cell phone rang, and he considered ignoring it until he noticed Oliver’s number.

“Morning, Oliver,” he said as he put his plate down on the window seat and sat next to Destiny. She had her neutral lawyer expression on, so he couldn’t read her and didn’t know if the call annoyed her or not.

“Good morning. Great news!”
Oliver started.
“An associate of Philip’s wants to hire you two tonight for his yacht party. He had a cancelation and desperately needs you. Are you both free tonight?”

“What is this associate looking for?”

“Similar request to Philip’s party. You’ll be a guest on his yacht and end the evening with a sex show for the other guests.”

Darius breathed and looked at Destiny. “Are you up for a yacht party tonight? A repeat for what we did for Philip?”

She shrugged. “If it pays well, like Philip’s session.”

“What’s the fee?” Darius asked Oliver.

Oliver groaned.
“By now you should understand that I always take care of my people. If the fees aren’t substantial, it’s not worth my time. Karl, the client, will be calling you after I hang up with directions to the marina. The fee will be paid in full the next day at Dark Odyssey. And there’s a bonus for accepting last minute.”
Darius sipped his coffee while Oliver explained a few more details, including what they should wear, when they should arrive and what they would be paid. When he heard the amount, coffee sprayed across his plate of eggs. He couldn’t imagine that wealthy people would spend so much on kinky entertainment.

When he stopped coughing, he whispered the amount to Destiny and she nodded. He said to Oliver, “Rock on. We’ll do it.”

They hadn’t finished their breakfast before Darius’ cell phone rang again. “Hello?” Darius answered.

“Hello, yes, this is Karl. I’m pleased that you have accepted our invitation. If you have a pen, I’ll give you directions to Palm Key Marina.”

Darius jotted the directions down on a napkin. “Is there anything specific you’re looking for from us this evening?” Darius asked. “Oliver was a bit vague with the type of show you wanted.”

“I’ll explain more when you arrive. It’s very simple. I give this cocktail party on my yacht every year and provide extraordinary entertainment. There will be about
twenty guests. Nothing too intense, I promise. Oliver said you’d be fine with it. My request is to make it hot and sexy. I’ll give you a few props and suggestions if you like. The rest is up to you. Does that sound acceptable?”

Karl was being as vague as Oliver, which made him nervous, but Darius knew Destiny needed to do some major home improvements on her house—new roof, new paint, landscaping—not to mention her school loan payment was due. So he let it go. “I believe that’s acceptable, but we don’t have sex with your guests.”

“That’s not part of our arrangement. Although my guests are told it’s not necessary to tip, you will probably be tipped by most of them. These are business associates and like to impress each other. Any tips you may keep.”

“Even better. We’ll see you this evening, Karl.” Darius disconnected the call. Destiny stirred the remnants of her eggs with her fork and stared down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Something isn’t sitting right with me about this.”

“What could go wrong?” Darius assured Destiny, but he felt it too. “We’re just new to this business. We get to play rich guests for an evening out on a billionaire’s yacht with his rich friends. Flirt a little, give them a show at the end of the night and come home with a ton of cash. Didn’t you say you’ve discovered you’re a bit of an exhibitionist?”

“I know. It does sound like the perfect gig, but getting out on a yacht in the middle of the ocean with strangers… If it turns bad, we can’t just walk out.”

“True. But I trust Oliver not to hook us up with some psycho.”

She took a breath and let it out. “Okay. Let’s do it and have a good time.”

* * *

As Darius pulled the car into Palm Key Marina, Destiny stared at the huge yacht. Her body tingled at the thought of their next gig happening on such a magnificent ship. Doubt filled her mind. She wondered if they’d be able to pull this next assignment off. She also worried how performing sex as a job would diminish whatever relationship she and Darius had. If he only told her that he loved her and wanted to plan a future together, maybe get married sometime, she’d be less insecure. But Darius never said those words. Then again, neither did she.

“Nothing screams rich better than a gigantic yacht,” Darius said.

“No kidding. La-di-da. A little overambitious, if you ask me.” She tried laughing to ease her nervousness, but the sight of the ship was intimidating and undermined her confidence.

A guy in khaki shirt and shorts directed Darius where to park. The huge yacht docked at the end of the slip was called
The Office.
“Wealthy CEO with a sense of humor,” Darius commented.

A crew member in his early twenties in a similar khaki outfit led them onto the yacht into a large salon. Cream and taupe sofas and chairs surrounded the room. Large windows were trimmed in polished teak. A stocked bar and side table sat at one end, with hors d’oeuvres and fresh fruit set out with plates and glasses.

“I’ll tell Mr. Pratt you’re here. Help yourself to a soft drink. The bartender will get you anything you like.” The crew member left. Several other guys dressed in the same crew outfit rushed around the dock or on deck, preparing the yacht for launch. All of them were young, tanned and well built, like they spent any free time in the gym and on the beach.

A short time later, a middle-aged man, handsome, with a thinning hairline, walked into the room holding a cocktail glass. He wore white slacks and a royal-blue shirt. His smile was slightly crooked with a hint of smartass attitude. Destiny suspected that smile had managed to close many impressive business deals.

He approached them with his hand out to shake. “Welcome to
The Office.
I’m Karl. So nice to meet you two. Oliver highly recommended you.”

Darius introduced Destiny and himself. “Your yacht is amazing. We’re looking forward to the evening.”

“Thank you. I’ll give you a quick tour,” Karl said. “While my wife, Pamela, is still getting dressed, I’ll explain your duties for the evening before the entertainment part. Guests should be arriving soon.”

“Great.” Darius frowned. “What duties? Oliver didn’t say anything about duties. I thought we were going to mingle like one of your guests until we’re given a signal to start our show.”

Karl smiled. “I’m surprised Oliver didn’t explain. It’s rather simple. Tom, the bartender, will help you. You will mingle, serve drinks and hors d’oeuvres to my guests in the salon and up on deck by the hot tub. Toward the end of the evening, we’ll find some way to get the guests’ attention and you can begin your show. We’ll be back to port sometime after midnight.”

“You want us to be servers?” Destiny asked with the professional lawyer tilt of her head. An authority pose she’d observed in other lawyers during her visits to the courtroom. She hadn’t expected to work throughout the evening for several hours. Not that there was anything wrong with being a cocktail waitress. But she’d worn the one and only designer dress she owned. Too bad she couldn’t network tonight. The idea of mingling with some powerful people could’ve led to future clients and job prospects when she graduated and passed the bar exam. But she couldn’t say who she was.

Instead of mingling, she’d be serving all night. Her blond wig and blue contact lenses would disguise her appearance.

“Is there a problem?” Karl frowned. Destiny detected a tone of impatience. She got the impression this man didn’t like to be disappointed and usually got his way.

“No, that’s fine,” Destiny quickly answered. Money was money. “You said something about uniforms?”

“Yes.” He went over to a teak cabinet and opened a draw. He pulled out two items made of black leather straps and buckles, like some kind of bondage wear. The series of narrow strips of leather and silver studs would crisscross the upper part and barely cover her nipples. Another section came up to form a studded collar. The string bikini bottom would hardly cover her private parts. Darius’ outfit was similar, with more hardware of metal rings and studded straps to cross the chest and make up a G-string bottom. They glanced at each other. Although their expressions were neutral, Destiny knew Darius wasn’t crazy about acting like bondage slaves either.

He held up his S&M slave costume with one finger. He must be thinking the same as she. What else did Karl have in mind besides serving cocktails?

“Ah, I don’t think so.” Darius handed the strips of leather back to Karl.

The G-string and the narrow straps would be a challenge for Destiny to put on and keep her breasts concealed.