Odyssey of Desire

Odyssey of Desire
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ISBN:  9781907753237
Author:  Eddy Vale
Word Count:  60,477
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Max stepped back to the edge of the light and looked her up and down very slowly. As his eyes travelled down hers followed, and she was shocked to see her nipples standing out. He looked pensive as his hand ran over his chest, his fingers splayed, then he moved it down across his firm stomach and, almost theatrically, closed his fist around his pulsing penis.
   Jayne watched, for a moment forgetting that it was her who'd been put on show.
   And then, without any warning, a painful crack lashed out from the darkness behind her, catching her hopelessly by surprise and wrenching the air from her lungs...

When freelance journalist Jayne Beattie gets her latest assignment she just can't turn it down. It is a private commission inviting her to dig into the personal life of one of the world's richest men. But to uncover the mystery past about this war hero and media magnate, Jayne must travel deep into a dirty modern world - where the rich and powerful indulge an insatiable hunger for kinky sex. For them knowledge is control. And to control them Jayne must first submit - and become their plaything.

Her assignment takes her on a journey around Europe in a tale of international intrigue. But she also embarks on another odyssey - one to the depths of lust. And it is this nerve-tingling erotic journey of her body and mind that changes her forever. Because in desire and humiliation she discovers her true self.

Eddy Vale's first novel combines the plot of a heart-racing, contemporary thriller, with lashings of spicy, exotic, taboo-busting sex.

Jayne's legs felt weak as she stepped out of the limousine, but Max put his arm around her waist and walked her into a large house, a butler letting them in. Max knew where he was going and led her up a long, curving staircase. There were paintings on the walls of characters from Andersen tales, and as Jayne gazed at the Little Mermaid she stumbled on the top stair, and giggled tipsily.
   Max held her tight and let both hands fall to her waist. His face moved down towards hers, and as her eyes closed and they were about to kiss he flicked his tongue against her lips. 'You taste of champagne,' he whispered, then wrapped one strong arm around her shoulders and guided her towards a large oak door, whereupon the butler reappeared from somewhere and opened it for them.
   Jayne was gently pushed into a darkened room. She could sense it was large, but that was all. It was brightly lit in one central point, but beyond that all was darkness, a shroud of heavy curtains just discernable to her straining eyes. Highlighted by the stark glare of the spotlight was a low chaise longue, covered in pink and blue throws.
   Jayne felt hands on her shoulders, her jacket being taken off. She turned her head and saw it was the butler. He was quite elderly with a neatly trimmed grey moustache. His eyes never met hers as he took the leather coat and then gently touched her elbow to make her move towards the chaise longue, the light bright in her eyes as she moved into it.
   'Take off your shoes.' It was Max's voice from somewhere behind her. She turned but couldn't see him. The butler was still at her side, and something about the way he was patiently waiting made her comply, and when she'd slipped them off the butler bent, picked them up and merged back into the shadows.
   'Take off the sweater, Ellie.' Max's voice was coming from one side now, but when she looked she could see nothing but darkness. 'This is a city of fantasy,' his disembodied voice went on. 'Where yours and mine come true.'
   She could hear now, the way he stressed words. It was a slight German accent. She lifted her sweater over her head, her forearms brushing her bra.
   'When you take off your jeans, pull down your underwear at the same time,' Max encouraged. 'If you are wearing any underwear.' He was in front of her now, somewhere in the darkness.
   She unbuckled her belt, the clink of metal being the only noise in the room. She became aware for the first time of the tingling in her sex, her knuckles touching her pussy as they popped the fly buttons. She opened the front of her jeans and then put her two thumbs inside the waistband. Slowly she eased them off her hips and then down over her buttocks, taking her white knickers with them, feeling the still air on her exposed buttocks.
   She had to bend from the waist as she pushed the tight denim lower, and felt as though eyes were on her bottom as she did. She stood straight and stepped out of the pool of denim, then clasped both hands in front of her groin, trying to protect her modesty.
   A floorboard creaked in the darkness and Max's athletic frame appeared in the stark light… naked. His deep-set eyes were in shadow, but she knew he was staring at her. He stepped forward another pace and she could see his right arm moving - as he stroked his own erection.
   He held out his free hand for her, and as though in a dream she stepped forward, allowing him to guide her to the chaise longue, where he made her step up onto it and held her hands until she steadied herself, now feeling the warmth of the spotlight on her face.
   But even standing in this elevated position Max's face was not much lower than hers, and he stroked her shoulders, then down to her breasts.
   Then he reached up, taking her left hand and raising it above her head. She felt a coldness around her wrist and then heard a click, and she knew he had closed a handcuff around it. But it wasn't until he raised her right wrist and snapped a second cuff around it too that she felt a wave of panic.
   Max stepped back to the edge of the light and looked her up and down very slowly. As his eyes travelled down hers followed, and she was shocked to see her nipples standing out. He looked pensive as his hand ran over his chest, his fingers splayed, then he moved it down across his firm stomach and, almost theatrically, closed his fist around his pulsing penis.
   Jayne watched, for a moment forgetting that it was her who'd been put on show.
   And then, without any warning, a painful crack lashed out from the darkness behind her, catching her hopelessly by surprise and wrenching the air from her lungs.
   Thwack!
   The first strike caught her across the right buttock and sent a searing pain up her back. She lurched forward, her body swinging to the left. Her right foot lifted from the chaise longue and probed forward in the air, blindly reaching for a firm support that just wasn't there. Her hands pulled on the chains that held the cuffs, desperately trying to save her wrists from the agony wrenching against them.
   Thwack!
   The second strike caught her across the left buttock, and this time the pain seemed more concentrated, searing along the length of the impact, a horizontal slash across the cheek. But thankfully she didn't lose her balance this time, and despite the pain she managed to turn her head slightly and caught sight of a figure melting back into the darkness.
   Max approached her again, his hands behind his back, his erection standing blatant and proud. Jayne held herself steady. 'I…'
   Max put a finger to his lips to silence her, and then from behind his back he produced a long black rod. Jayne stared at it, confused by the presence of a violin bow, and then flinched as he stroked it against her right flank as if she were a musical instrument.
   Then he made the same stroke against her left side, forward and then back, his eyes following the movement of the slim bow against her flesh. Then he lowered it between her thighs, again sliding it back and forth a few tantalising inches below her moistening sex lips.
   He lifted it to her breasts, his movements excruciatingly slow as he teased the bow across her nipples. She wanted to moan aloud, but fought against betraying her spinning emotions to her tormentors. Her nipples were rigid, dark against her pale skin, giving away what she didn't want to give away, that part of her deep inside being driven crazy by what he was doing.
   While she focussed on the bow that played sweet music within her, she forgot there was an audience of at least one in the shadows watching this strange concert.
   Max moved behind her, playing her shoulders, the hollowed curve of her lower back, and then across the swell of her buttocks, causing her to flinch with the pain of contact with the two swelling welts imprinted there a few dreamy minutes before.
   The bow vanished and a strong arm encircled her hips. He pulled her back and forced her buttocks out, and she felt his breath the moment before his mouth and nose made contact with her, seeking the lips of her pussy from behind. She was totally exposed to him as he held her body to his face and searched with his tongue, opening her folds and experiencing the very essence of her.
   He stroked a hand back across her buttock and opened her wider. His tongue probed intimately and she gasped. It probed and licked deep inside her, exquisite yet shameful.
   And then he stopped, moving his tongue and lips away first, and then his hands. She heard the soft shuffle of feet and sensed that he had moved back altogether. The room was almost silent, apart from her own heavy panting that made her breasts heave and her whole body tremble. Her fingers were clasped so tightly around the chains that suspended her that they ached.
   She waited, her body leaning just slightly to the front, her bottom still pushed back and her sex lips still exposed. She tried to calm her breathing, but struggled because a fear had overtaken her. She could see nothing in the darkness to the front. She peered around, careful not to lose her balance, but could still see nothing distinguishable.
   Then she heard a click of metal, a low motorised murmur, and her body lurched forward. She screamed, but her feet held their position even as the chain above her was lowered further and she found her shoulders becoming almost level with her hips, her buttocks exposed more than ever.
   She heard another whirring noise and movement behind her, and then suffered the biggest shock of all. Hands gripped her ankles and pulled them backwards. Her body jerked and was pulled horizontal. She instinctively clung tighter to the chains to prevent the drag of the cuffs on her wrists, pinching the skin and digging into the bone. More cuffs were clamped around her ankles, and ropes too, and she was spread-eagled in the air like a circus act. The chaise longue was pushed away, the symbolic removal of a safety net, and Jayne was left staring at the hard oak floor, unable to hold her head up...
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Odyssey of Desire - ebook
Tuesday, 5 October 2010  | 

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Sizzling!
Tuesday, 29 December 2009  | 

This story about Jayne, a journalist-cum-private eye, is absolutely riveting, making the very, very hot erotic scenes even more exciting. Eddy's writing takes you through a series of journeys, following Jayne as she travels around Europe, getting deeper and deeper into a world of orgies and wild sex. There's loads of bondage and spanking as a series of characters worship and want to punish gorgeous Jayne at the same time. My favourite scene features Jayne suspended in the centre of a dark room while Max plays with her naked body and spanks her. The fact that there are people all around but in the dark so that Jayne can barely make them out is extremely sexy. Also love the elements of masturbation, pillow riding and lesbian sex! I felt this book took me further into these elements than I had read in a book which also has a very strong plot. The thick political chase plot makes the very hard sex scenes even more sexy for me. I think I fell in love with Jayne!


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