Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

I touched my damp, aching body, rubbing a circle on my clit. It felt like an electrical jolt, shocking me incredibly close to orgasm.

“You’re so fucking naughty. Play with yourself for me.” Joseph’s voice was strained. “Yes. Fuck, yes, baby girl. Those are my fingers touching you. Faster.”

“Oh my God.” I trembled at the edge, watching his dick pump faster and faster through his tight fist. “I want that to be my hand.”

“It is. It feels almost as good as your pussy. So tight.”

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Wild and risky, and letting him see something I’d never shown anyone. I shuddered and lifted my hand to stifle a moan.

“Did I say you could stop?”

His angry words forced my hand back. Two fingers pressed tight to my clit, rubbing back and forth in a furious motion.

“You’re gonna make me come, dirty girl. Is that what you fucking want?”

I stopped trying to analyze everything. “Yes, Sir.”

“What about you? Are you going to come on those fingers or do you need a hard cock now, too?” His harsh words made me burn, the heat consuming. “I bet you could find some guy there to help you. Would you like that? Would anyone’s cock do it for you, Noemi, or just mine?”

“Oh God, just yours. Only yours, Sir.”

The view on my screen tilted abruptly, coming to rest angled up at his ceiling. “Fucking shit,” he groaned. “Fuck!” His strangled breathing while he came was erotic.

Heat built from my own touch, and I was breathing so hard my vision grew blurry. The phone slipped from my grasp and clattered to the floor. The tingling sensation descended on me, and then exploded like glass shattering on concrete. Fast and destructive.

That was us. Delicate, breakable me against strong, unmovable him. I melted into the wall, gradually recovering from his effect.

“Noemi? I can’t see anything.”

I shifted on my coat and grabbed the phone, thankful its case had saved it from damage. “Yeah, I’m here, hold on.” I scrambled to pull my pants back up.

“You made me make a mess. If you were here, I’d tell you to clean it up.”

I shuddered again and pressed one of my cool hands to my heated face before picking the phone back up. “I’d do it.”

He grinned. “I bet you would. What’s your schedule like tomorrow? Can you meet me for a late lunch, three o’clock?”

I fought to calm myself. What the hell had I just done? My racing heartrate reminded me I was alive, and I fucking loved it.

I nodded. “I don’t have any classes after one.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at three, then. We can discuss whatever you’ve posted tomorrow in detail.”

His vo

ice was teasing, and yet we both knew he was serious.

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FOURTEEN

JOSEPH

Noemi wore purple-gray nail polish. It was noticeable when she used a finger to push those black frames up to sit higher on the bridge of her nose. She sat across the table from me at the restaurant as we waited for our lunches, her gaze never staying with mine too long. My sub was nervous.

“I can’t decide,” I said. “The glasses are hot, but I can’t see your eyes when they’re hiding behind them.”

She gave me a tight smile. “Can you stop torturing me and just get on with it? I want to know how I did.”