Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

His hands gripped my wrists, holding me firmly. His intense stare pinned me in place. “Of course, but—” He looked at a loss for words.

“You and I are amazing together. Imagine what we’d be like if we worked as a team, instead of fighting each other for control.”

Breathing was no longer an issue for him. Now his chest was heaving, like he couldn’t find air. He studied me intently, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but there wasn’t one. “You want this?” he whispered.

“Yes.” My voice was strong. I wasn’t sure if I could ever give my submission, but I could give us this. “Don’t you want it?”

His eyebrows tugged together as he faced an impossible question. Worry etched his eyes, but it was unnecessary. I’d screwed up so much and been wrong before, but of this I was completely sure. I needed to make him feel the same.

“I want to watch you do all the things to her,” I said, “that you want to do to me.”

My memory went back to the moment Tara had asked if she could join us. She was so excited about it. Why have one Dom, when she could have two? I’d gotten incredibly turned on thinking about all the things Silas and I could do to her together.

His eyes were so wide they seemed ready to fall out at any moment. “You want to watch me fuck her?”

“Yes.” I said, my voice tinged with excitement.

Society dictated there was something wrong with me. I shouldn’t want to share my man with another woman, and it was abnormal I didn’t want to be the submissive. I wasn’t supposed to crave what I did, or like how the control made me feel.

But communication and defined rules were important to make this work. “I want to watch you in command. I want to see her writhing under our power.”

He wiped a hand on his mouth, muffling a profanity. He made me wait an agonizingly long time. “You’re sure you want this?”

“You tell me.” I grabbed his hand and pressed it between my legs, letting him feel how soaked my panties were.

His eyes went heavy with desire, and I rose up on my toes, slamming my mouth over his. The kiss was reckless, just like what I was doing, but I felt safe. I was confident in my feelings for him and his feelings for me.

When the kiss ended, his eyes were closed and his forehead pressed to mine. “Okay,” he breathed. “But if you change your mind, you tell me immediately.”

“Same for you,” I whispered.

He eased back and turned to gaze at the other woman. Lust descended on all three of us together.

The air in the room was thin, but somehow I found my voice. “Tara. Come here.”

Her hips swayed as she followed my command and her expression flooded with excitement. I knew Silas was watching her breasts as she ambled toward us, because her perfect tits held my focus as well.

I threaded my hand through her hair, acting like I was going to kiss her, but at the last second I turned away and forced her down onto her knees. I should take it slow, but fuck that. I was an impatient bitch, ready to play with my new toy. Judging by the intense look streaking Silas’s face, he felt the same way.

I snagged the tail of his tie and whipped it over his shoulder so it would be out of her way.

“Undo his pants.”

Silas’s head turned to me, but he held still as the woman kneeling before him began to undo his belt.

It was a position of power. Her naked on her knees as the sub while I was fully clothed beside him as the primary. We both watched as the belt slid free from the buckle, the button undone, and his zipper dropped.

“Suck his cock,” I ordered.

Silas’s gaze snapped to mine and his eyes flared. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see her movements as she extracted him from his boxers, and there was a soft noise of surprise from her. She was pleased, maybe even impressed. Good. You should be.

His mouth fell open, and he exhaled softly, letting his warm breath wash over my face as she stroked his length, preparing to take him in her mouth.

Abruptly, his hands were on my shoulders, pulling me close. I slammed into him and before I could catch my startled breath, he was there, stealing it. His hot, wet mouth was pressed to mine, smothering his own moan the moment the other woman wrapped her lips around him.

There wasn’t a way to describe the experience. Hot wasn’t even close. Blistering was better, but still inadequate. Kissing him while he received such intense pleasure . . . God. How long could I keep her down there? I wanted it to go on forever.

Silas had an arm threaded behind my back to embrace me, and a hand on my cheek. His fingers moved, stroking my skin as he kissed me deeply.