Page 88 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

The only woman in this room is me, and the effect of seeing such distinct desire in his eyes makes arousal curl through my veins and dance in my belly, fueled with my own burning lust.

But my God, am I nervous as hell.Again.

I thought I’d gotten the hang of everything, but I forgot this part.

“We thought we’d take things up a notch tonight,” Georgiou explains.

“Will it hurt?” I ask. I can’t imagine it not hurting.

“It hurts as much as you want it to hurt in order to produce the maximum amount of pleasure.”

“So the pain is pleasure?”

“It sure is. BDSM is all about pleasure and permission. People think submissives give their bodies over to torture, but that’s not the case. The pain is the instigator of more pleasure. When you mix the two, it’s spellbinding. But any pain inflicted needs to be within reason. You need to trust that person with the permission you give them to take you over the edge. But as usual, if you don’t want to do it, we won’t do it.”

“I want to.” I think I would say anything under the sun to make him look at me the way he is—as if I’m perfect.

The perfect woman.

Georgiou Giordano is looking at me like that is precisely what I am. And Henry Dubois touching me like he never wants to stop is everything a girl could wish for—forever.

“Do you trust us?” Henry adds, whispering the words into my ear

“I do.” I’ve never trusted anybody more than I do these two guys, and I’ve had to trust them in more ways than I ever imagined.

“Good,” Georgiou replies.

“Which one are we going to use?” I ask with a nervous quiver in my voice, glancing around the room. All the apparatus’ looks so daunting but enticing at the same time.

Henry places his hand to the small of my back and strokes my bare skin in the hollow of my halter-neck

“You pick, Duchess,” Henry says. “We think you should pick what you think you’ll be most comfortable with.

“Me?” Foolishly, I point to myself.

Georgiou nods. “This is entirely up to you.”

I look at the bed. I’m familiar with the bed. If we start there, then at least I can feel comfortable. I’m not sure how I’d feel being chained to the wall on my first go. But next time for sure.

“The bed,” I tell them. “I want the bed.”

“And will you give us permission to own your body in every way possible to give you maximum pleasure, Duchess?”

“I do.” it sounds like I’m making a vow. It feels that way too.

“Alright, little sub. Then your safe word is red. Say that, and everything stops. Do you understand me?” Georgiou holds my gaze.

“I understand.”

“Then take your clothes off for me and get on the bed.”

23

Evie

Henry releases me so I can take my clothes off. While they take off theirs, I feel their eyes on me.

Between the two of them, they’ve probably seen me naked a hundred times, but they still look at me like it’s the first time.

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