Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

Tara sat up and kept her bound wrists together. Did she know what I was doing? She seemed to, and waited patiently as I reached up and threaded the ends of the straps through the hooks. I could suspend her from the chandelier if I wanted, but that felt like overkill. I had picked one of the lower hooks, and gave the straps a tug, jerking her up onto her knees.

Better. She knelt on the table, her hands suspended by her head. I closed the anchor end of the straps around her wrists as well, securing her in that position. The table made no sound as I got down off of it and my gaze went to Silas.

His focus was on the blindfolded and nude woman who mimicked a marionette. I couldn’t blame him, she looked fascinating like that. I stood beside the table and let my hands roam over her, keeping my gaze on his. Silas’s icy blue eyes seemed to follow each caress I made.

Tara’s head lolled forward, resting against the back of her hands, as if it had grown too heavy to support. My devious touching seemed to be taking its toll on her. The truth was I was as eager for her orgasm as she seemed to be. I was so anxious for the rush, I could taste it.

There was a cordless Magic Wand vibrator in the drawer, and I scooped it up. I put it close to her ear and flipped the switch. She startled and her head snapped toward the direction of the buzzing noise. The vibrator had a large white head, and I set it against her nipple to tease, getting her to flinch from its powerful vibrations.

Fuck, I needed to make her come. I’d pushed both of us right to the edge. She breathed a moan as I buried the head of the toy in her pussy, centered directly on her clit. Silas didn’t seem to be blinking. Maybe he could sense I was nearing the end and didn’t want to miss a single moment of the scene.

Her cries built in intensity and desperation as I held the vibrations tight against her, my other hand steady on her hip. She was so perfect like this. Her body undulated against the pleasure. Her hands wrapped tight around the straps holding her arms up.

I was in command, but the power had been given to me by him. I didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t share it.

“Do you want to come?” I asked her.

Her voice broke as she choked it out. “Yes, please.”

“He’s going to count down from ten.” I squeezed her hip, digging my fingers in so she’d focus on what I was saying. “You don’t come until he hits zero.”

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n my gaze swung to Silas, wordlessly passing the control to him. A pleased look washed through him, followed by a serious, intense one.

“Ten.” His deep, male voice rang out. “Nine . . . eight.”

Tara swallowed a breath. She shifted on the vibrator as if trying to move away, but I wouldn’t allow it.

“Seven . . . six.” Silas gathered strength and power. He was barely on the seat, his gaze not wavering from mine. Holy shit, he looked amazing. He stared at me as if I were a glass of water and he were a man dying of thirst. “Five. Four.”

Tara whined. She bucked against the straps, and when she couldn’t get free, she moaned, loud and painfully.

“Three,” he said.

A smile burned on my lips as his tempo suddenly slowed to a crawl. It’s just what I would have done.

“Two.”

She cried out and her whole body shook. The muscles in her biceps flexed while she endured the pleasure of the sensations without being allowed to succumb. Would she make it? Any moment I expected her to shatter.

“One.”

The word was for her, but it hit me with an impact I wasn’t anticipating. I felt tinges of pleasure by proxy.

He demanded it of her, his voice coated in authority. “Now come.”

“Oh, fuck, oh, shit,” she cried. “Shit!”

Tara convulsed as the orgasm seized her. She reared back on her legs, getting away from the vibrator and screamed while she came. It was such a fucking sexy sound, it made my pussy clench and ache. Watching the powerful orgasm roll through her gave me weak knees, but my heart banged in my chest. I could barely breathe as the moans poured from Tara, dwindling as her climax began to ebb.

It must have passed, because her body sagged and she sat back on her heels.

“Good girl,” I said, switching off the vibrator. It had pleased me that she’d done as I asked. Her submission wasn’t like anything I’d had before. I felt . . . amped. Like I was ready to take point on a dangerous raid.

Really, I felt like I could do anything.

I set the vibrator down, reached up and undid the anchor straps on her wrists, and her hands immediately fell into her lap. The long black ribbons slid free and fluttered through the air, raining down on her until they were puddles on the tabletop.