Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

bout delivering the line. Her daring move and hearing her echo back my command from last night forced me to reevaluate whether or not I had absolute control.

“Bad girl,” I whisper-shouted to her.

I feathered a touch there and then slid my hands over her body, trying not to stay too long in the best places. There was a time and place for exhibition, and in front of my staff wasn’t one of them.

Noemi was such a tease, and I loved it. It built torturous anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to exact my revenge. I was going to make this girl wait all night. Excitement swept through me, leaving power behind. I’d never made a good girl beg and couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

Our movements were fucking with clothes on and synchronized to the song that was so loud it was hard to focus on much else. Only her body and the pulsing beat. Blonde hair splashed in my face as she turned back to face me and crushed her lips against mine.

Her kiss last night had been shocking. This girl was like mainlining Viagra. I wasn’t a goddamn teenager anymore, but a taste of her lips was all it took and I was raging.

“I’m going to fuck you on my desk. Right now.”

Her movements slowed to a stop. Be patient, I reminded myself. I wasn’t going to blow it with her a second time. Not everyone is as fucked up as you, Joseph.

“You came here for that,” I reminded. “Waited for me. Let’s do what we both fucking want.”

She blinked and nodded. “Okay.”

I took her hand and led her upstairs.

My office door locked with a click. Noemi stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed over her chest, and she stared at the desktop like it was her doom. Wasn’t this what she wanted? Her breath picked up with every slow step I took toward her. I’d be lying if I said her trepidation didn’t turn me on, just a little. The rush of power made me strong.

“Put your hands on the desk.” My tone was authoritarian. An order.

“Are you going to tell me what to do the whole time?” It wasn’t snarky, it was a curious question.

“Yes.”

She hesitantly leaned over and set her hands on the desk. “Why?”

“Because that’s the way I like it.”

Her arms were already trembling, and I hadn’t touched her. Her breathy voice shot straight to my dick. “Why?”

“There was a time in my life when I didn’t have control, and now I want it all. No more questions, Noemi.”

I stepped behind her and pushed her hair over a shoulder. She shuddered as my fingertips trailed down the long curve of her throat, and skated inside the neckline of her shirt. They drifted over the flesh, seeking access beneath her thin bra. I leaned over her, setting my other hand on the desk for support.

A quiet moan slipped from her lips as I circled her taut nipple and tweaked it.

“You like that, little girl?”

Her shoulders trembled. “Yes.”

“Mm. I can’t wait to suck on these tits.” I rolled my palm from one perfect breast to the other. “I can’t wait to bite them. Would you like that?”

Her body filled with hesitation. “I . . . don’t know.”

“What do you say we find out? Stand up.”

She didn’t. Noemi remained as if frozen to the desk. “Wait.” It came out exactly the same as last night, coated in fear.

No. We hadn’t even started, and she was getting cold feet again?

“I think I’ve waited enough. What’s the problem?”

She walked her hands back toward her hips and stood. “There’s no problem, but I need a minute.” Her scared expression was a bucket of cold water on me. “I want this. I do, I swear. It’s just—”