Page 70 of Going Deep
“Thanks,” she said and managed a smile. “I’m nervous.”
“You’ll be great,” Michael told her, and she turned to aim her smile at him.
“I hope so.”
“Well,” Simon said after a moment of humming silence, “you ready?”
Lola looked up at him and raised one finely arched eyebrow. “For what?”
“For me to beat on you,” he said easily and plucked her glass from her hand to set it on the small table beside the chair.
“Oh, you were serious about that?”
“Very serious,” he assured her and drew her to her feet.
“Oh, well, in that case.” Lola slipped out of her shoes and nudged them under the table. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
Simon just grinned when she took off, running like a gazelle for the stairs leading to the second floor. “Later,” he said and took off at a lope after her.
“They’re weird,” Ginger decided and sipped her pop.
“It takes all kinds, darling,” Michael drawled, watching his friends with amusement, then turned to look down at her. “That’s ginger ale you’re drinking, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Plucking it from her hand, he set it next to Lola’s, and held out his hand. “Come.”
Ginger gave an internal sigh. She just couldn’t resist when he did that. She slid her hand into his and let him draw her to her feet. “Where are we going?”
“Wherever I want to take you, darling.”
Michael left it at that, knowing she’d simmer with curiosity, and led her to the stairs leading to the third floor. He urged her up in front of him, partly because her awareness was heightened when she couldn’t see him, and partly because he liked the view.
She was wearing the knee-length skirt with the waist to hem zipper she’d worn for her first visit to Odyssey. It covered a lot more than the attire most submissives wore to the club—a lot more—but it had become his favorite. Probably because the pencil skirt style fed into his naughty schoolteacher fantasy. His lips quirked, remembering his reaction to seeing her in reading glasses for the first time. She’d been a little stunned when he’d whipped the book out of her hands and demanded a blowjob—with glasses on.
When they topped the stairs, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, feeling the thin strap of leather under his hand. She wore his collar when she came to the club, and though the time would come soon enough for her to give it back, right now, she was his to enjoy.
He led her to a room at the end of the hall, stopping at the door. He could hear soft music coming from inside and knew the other party had already arrived.
He turned to face Ginger, stroking a finger down her cheek, enjoying the flush of arousal. “New set of rules for tonight, darling.”
Her eyes grew curious. “Sir?”
“We won’t be the only people in this room,” he told her, and though there were a whole host of questions in her eyes—and some unease—she kept silent. “They won’t be able to see you, but they’ll know you’re there.”
“Ah…okay.”
“I don’t want you to speak unless I ask you a specific question, or unless you need to use your safeword. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No speaking,” he repeated, and tucked his tongue into his cheek. “But moans and whimpers are acceptable.”
Her mouth dropped open, but before she could ask any questions, he pushed open the door and nudged her inside.
Ginger shut her mouth with a snap, her eyes widening as she looked around the room. A bright light shone overhead in the center of the space, leaving the edges of the room in darkness, and in the center of that circle of light stood a man and a woman. Additional lights stood on stands at the four corners of the space, all of them pointed at the couple in the middle of the room—and with the lights shining on them, they wouldn’t be able to see past them.
The door closed with a distinct click, and the man looked up with a smile. “Our guests are here, sweetheart,” he murmured to the woman in his arms, and Ginger saw a shudder run through her.
