Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

Her desire to do a good job made me laugh. Such an overachiever. She’d been fidgeting on the car ride over, so I’d set a hand on her leg and ordered her to relax. I’d been waiting for her to give me the signal that she was ready to have the conversation.

“You’re not being graded, but since you asked . . .” I gave her a smile that I hoped conveyed how I felt. “I was very, very pleased.”

More like I was fucking ecstatic. Her first series of posts were full of tasteful, vanilla sex. I’d woken up to a different tone today. A woman having her nipple clamps tugged on by her partner, a man fucking a woman in handcuffs and a blindfold. And her last clip . . . All the blood in my body had rushed straight to my cock.

A naked woman tied down to a bench, her ass being flogged while men and women wearing black tie sat in a semi-circle watching the display. That on its own was pretty hot, but there was so much more. The submissive being flogged? She had her face buried in the pussy of another woman, whose cocktail dress was pushed up to her waist. A hand was on the back of the sub’s head, holding her still while the flogger struck.

I understood why Noemi was nervous. It was a huge leap forward for her. For us.

“I want to know,” I said while she took a sip, “which woman you would like to be in that last clip.”

Noemi coughed softly as if choking on her drink. “Uh, which clip?”

“Don’t stall, you know exactly what I’m talking about. The one where everyone was watching.” None of the other clips had sex acts on display. Subtle color lit Noemi’s face and she stared at the drink in her hand as if the ice cubes were made of diamonds.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was unsteady, but fell to whisper-quiet. “I thought it was really hot.”

Fucking hell. She exceeded my hopes every time. “Do you think you could really do it? Would you obey if I told you to go down on another woman?”

Her lips pressed together and her chest rose as she took in a breath. “Maybe.”

We were going to find out soon enough. I’d already put the wheels in motion. “How many glasses of wine did you have to medicate with last night?”

“Just the one.” Her fingers drummed on the tabletop. “Are you going to post back?”

I paused. “On the account? I hadn’t planned on it.”

Her fingers stopped their tapping and her eyebrow rose upward. “How is that fair?”

“Not everything in life is fair.” I shot her a pointed look.

“You sound like my father,” she muttered.

My jaw clenched in annoyance. I didn’t need the reminder of who her father was, or the comparison. “Well, I’m certainly not your daddy.”

She glared at me through those sexy glasses. “If you want me to keep posting stuff, you’re going to have to, too.”

I could feel my blood pressure rising. “You misunderstand how this works—”

“I’m not going to put my secret desires out there for you to just scrutinize and enjoy. Not unless you’re going to give me access to some of yours, too.”

People didn’t tell me what to do, certainly not my submissive. “No, Noemi.”

There was fire in her eyes. “Why the hell not?”

“Because it’d frighten you.” It would scare her away and I wasn’t ready for this thing between us to be over.

Her posture straightened and her expression went narrow. “You’re worried I’ll judge you?”

“Yes.” Absolutely yes. My kink was too much for her.

“Joseph, I’m trusting you not to judge me, why can’t you trust me to do the same? Isn’t this arrangement supposed to be built on trust?”

Fucking shit. I was already hiding so much from her. “Maybe you have a point.”

What she was asking for wasn’t physically hard. And in the long run, this could be another tool to use to push her boundaries. To encourage her to expand her limits. I could find clips that only hinted at the worst and give her a taste.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll do it, but remember you asked for this. Also, I don’t care for the way you just talked back to me. You treat me with respect, little girl, or you get disciplined.” I let my expression go hard. “I can punish you right now, or we can wait until we’re in private.” I glanced around. “We do seem to have a thing for restaurants, but it’s your choice.”