Page 16 of Going Deep
But in the leathers, with the dim lighting, he might be able to maintain discretion.
The Dom at the cross was working his submissive hard, and she suddenly screamed out her orgasm, her voice rising and falling in time with the convulsions that shook her naked body. Ginger gave a slight jerk in her chair, and her cheeks flushed even darker.
Considering that his cue, he started toward her.
Ginger squeezed her thighs together and tried to slow her breathing. God, she was so turned on, so close to orgasm she could scarcely believe it, and all from watching.
I guess I have to update the voyeurism section of the checklist, she thought wildly, and tried to breathe. She’d seen her fair share of porn over the years, and gotten off to it, but never like this.
It had been so boldly and bluntly sexual, what they’d done, so raw and basic, but that wasn’t what had done it for her. It was the connection, the all but visible tie between them as he’d worked her over with the flogger, then with his hand, his eyes on her face, his words of encouragement buried under her pleading cries. And when she’d come, pouring herself out for him with such unfettered abandon, it had been astonishingly, shockingly beautiful.
And really fucking hot, making her wish she’d had the damn blood test so she could find someone to make her come.
A flash of movement caught her eye, and Michael stepped into view. He was wearing leather pants and a white shirt open at the throat with the sleeves rolled to mid-forearm. That big body moved fluidly as he walked, reminding her absurdly of a cat stalking its prey. Even in the dim light, his eyes seemed to glow. And they were looking right at her.
He could make her come, she thought. She’d bet money on it.
She watched him cross the floor, pause at Simon and Lola’s chair to murmur greetings. She turned her head to follow him as he moved to Grant and Anna, bending low to speak to Grant. Grant’s eyes flicked to her, making her heart leap, and he nodded. Then Michael was moving again, walking around her chair until he was in front of her, close enough to touch, and bent into a smooth crouch.
“Hello, Ginger.”
“Hi,” she managed, the word coming out in a husky whisper. In his crouched position, his face was nearly level with hers, and so close she was sure he could hear her heart hammering.
His eyes steady on hers, his mouth curved into that slow, sexy smile. “Welcome to Odyssey.”
She was glad she was already sitting, because Jesus, that smile. “Thank you.”
He nodded toward the scene area. “You enjoyed the flogging?”
Her eyes darted to the stage. The Dom had untied his submissive and was cuddling her in a fuzzy-looking blanket on the floor. He was stroking the woman’s hair, murmuring softly, holding her close. After the intensity of the scene, it struck her as beautifully, achingly sweet.
She looked back at Michael. “Yes.”
His lips curved again, as though pleased with her honesty. “Did you see anything else this evening that you found intriguing?”
“Oh, well. We haven’t really seen much else.” She glanced around the large room. The tiny brunette and her submissive were gone, and the suspension scene was now a pile of rope on the floor. The violet wand was still crackling, but a lot of the spectators had wandered away.
“Would you like to see more?”
She glanced around. “I thought this was the play area.”
“It is,” he told her. “The second floor play area. There’s another space for play on the third floor.”
Ginger frowned, trying to remember the rules of the club. “I thought that was off limits tonight.”
“It’s off limits to new players,” he confirmed. “But members can bring a guest to observe.”
“Oh.”
“Would you like to go with me?”
“Yes,” she said immediately and started to stand.
But Michael laid a hand on her knee, holding her in place, his gaze on Simon. “Is that all right with you?”
“If it’s what Ginger wants,” Simon said simply. He stood, tugging Lola to her feet. “We’ll wait downstairs for you, Ginger.”
Ginger smiled at him in thanks, then met Lola’s eyes. I’m fine, she mouthed, and got a subtle nod in return.
