Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

Silas stepped into the shot, gently grasped my shoulders, and angled them. “Right here. Perfect.”

That was how it went for a while. He’d position my body and snap pictures, and every time he came back to guide me, I grew a little more excited. Eager for his touch. By the time he had me sitting with my back to the camera, I’d worked myself into a frenzy of need.

As the camera continued to click away, I undid the clasp of my bra, but held the cups to me. Not like it was a big reveal of my naked breasts, since the bra was flimsy, but the action encouraged him to move on. And there was also the order from me. “Take off your shirt.”

There was rustling, another click from the camera, and eventually heavy footfalls approached. I flinched when his hand swept my hair to the side, over one shoulder, tickling the sensitive skin and tiny hairs on my neck. I was hyperaware of him when he was this close. He toyed with the loose bra strap, trying to get it to lay just the way he wanted it to, and like me, the bra was mostly cooperative.

His tattoo was all patterns. Different colors and shapes, repeating. Half-circles and triangles overlapping that grouped together formed an even larger pattern. The ink flowed all across his chest and down, over his ribs and his left arm.

“Your tattoo is beautiful,” I whispered, my voice sounding as sincere as I felt.

“Thanks.” He pressed a button on the small remote in his hand, taking the first picture with him in the shot.

The tattoo was distracting. “What happened to your pants?” I asked.

Silas shot me a half-smile. “They fell off.”

“Are those lobsters?” His light blue boxers were patterned with red.

“Yeah.”

Here I was, in my sexiest lingerie, and he had on silly underwear? I grinned. His inked-up skin and muscular build made him look tough, but the juxtaposition with the comical pattern was charming.

His expression turned serious and intense as he grasped my shoulder and gently urged me down so my back was against the soft fur. Silas guided my feet to rest flat on the floor, my knees bent, and he knelt between them. He towered over me, all powerful and in command.

Click. Click. Click.

The camera’s shutter went much faster as he drew the bra away. I arched my back off the rug, shoving my breasts up to the ceiling. I wasn’t trying to be sexy now, but I felt that way as he tossed my bra out of the shot, and the camera documented Silas staring appreciatively at my bare flesh. My nipples tugged into sharp points, aching for more than just the touch of his gaze.

Hunger painted his face, but he stayed like a statue looming. “Touch yourself.”

He didn’t specify where, but I started with my breasts, sliding my palms over my firm skin, pushing my tits together. I let out a sigh when my thumbs rolled over my nipples.

Click.

“Okay,” I said in a hushed voice. “This is kind of hot.”

His smile was diabolical but he looked very much in agreement. Not to mention, his erection announced how much he liked what he saw. I left one hand on my breast, but the other skimmed down slowly, and he watched intently.

His bottom lip was snagged in his teeth for the briefest of moments when my fingers dove between my legs. “Fuck, I’m so wet.”

He exhaled sharply, drowning out the sound of the camera, but the flash of lights let me know he was probably pressing the button as fast as the camera would allow.

“I want to see your cock.” I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last and needed the layer of clothing gone. As he shed his boxers, my fingers curled around my panties to pull them down—

“No.” The word from him was aggressive. “I want a few more shots with them on.”

A noise not unlike a whine came from my throat. “Just so you’re aware, no one has ever accused me of being patient.”

He chuckled. Was he enjoying my frustration? I was too turned on and needy to care, plus now his thick cock was in view, standing out proudly from his body. My hands returned to the soaked fabric covering my pussy, rolling circles on the aching nub as he stroked himself with a fist.

I couldn’t hear the camera or the music. My focus was only on the sexy visual of him fucking his hand. The way his muscles moved, the silver piercing gleamed, and his long, artistic fingers gripped his hard cock, filled me with nervous energy. It wasn’t news, but he was big, and getting his dick inside me was going to be quite the task.

Click.

When I pushed the crotch of my panties out of my way and touched my clit, his eyes hooded and his muscles tensed.

“I can’t stop thinking about touching you,” he said. “Tasting you. Fucking you.” He admitted it as he gave himself one stroke, all the way from tip to base.