Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“Always so fucking wet. Don’t you like that bare pussy? You get any more turned on and it’ll be running down your leg.” He rubbed his hand over my pussy and then it was gone. Oh God. He was lubing the plug with my own moisture. The tremble graduate

d from my legs to a full body shudder when he pulled a cheek to the side and something foreign began to press down on my other entrance.

“Are you going to let me put this in your ass, you filthy girl? Or are you going to tell me to wait?”

I inhaled sharply and shook my head, and then made a nervous noise as the belt almost broke free of my hold, but thankfully stayed in my mouth. I locked my teeth tighter, and—

Oh!

Pressure and stretching as the plug advanced. Oh my God, I was filthy. So fucking dirty. I moaned against the belt. The stretch got worse, but then, better. Discomfort passed to only a weird sensation.

“Shit, Noemi, you’re amazing. You look so hot like this. How does it feel? You like it?”

I did, and I couldn’t believe it. I was the girl who turned off a porn clip anytime the concept of anal was hinted at. To me, it was dirty and gross and wrong.

I didn’t feel that way now. All I felt was pride at Joseph’s words. Pleasing him gave me so much pleasure, and I craved more. I nodded my head to confirm I liked it, but I’d been foolish. In my excitement, I’d loosened my grip, and one side of the belt tumbled from my lips.

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Gravity took effect and caused the rest of the belt to fall. It hit the floor with a thump, even as I reached out to grab it. It slipped through my fingers.

“Shit!” I said.

I froze, unable to breathe.

“Pick it up,” Joseph’s voice was total authority, “and hand it to me.”

Oh my God! The plug was still inside me, and I could feel it as I leaned over and snatched the belt from the floor. It was an odd sensation, not unpleasing, but I could hardly focus on anything but what was going to happen next. I’d wondered about this for so long, and now he was finally going to give it to me.

I extended the belt out behind my back, not able to look at him. I didn’t want him to see that I was nervous, and stop. The fascination in me grew larger every second. He took the belt and I tucked my hair behind an ear, struggling to keep myself together. The anticipation was making me insane.

Joseph’s steady breathing was all I could hear, and I flinched when the leather touched the bare skin of my ass, only he was gently caressing me.

“I get off on this, baby girl. Watching you tremble makes my cock so fucking hard.” The belt smoothed over my skin. “You dropped it on purpose, didn’t you? You want my marks on you. Yes?”

I clenched my hands on the couch back, squeezing until my hands ached, and slammed my eyes shut.

The belt cracked against his hand, making me jump. “Answer me.”

“I want to know what it feels like.” I wanted him to show me. “Put your marks on me.” An alarm sounded in my head. I hadn’t said Sir, and I’d just given him an order. “Wait, wait—”

The leather slapped against my skin and air left me in a burst. It stung, but it wasn’t any worse than when he’d spanked me. Warmth rushed to the skin, and as I’d hoped, the heat brought more desire with it.

“You have an issue with that word, and I’m moving past it. If you want me to stop, you say stop. That’s a command I’ll always respect, but otherwise you don’t ever get to tell me what to do. That includes telling me to wait. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His hand rubbed over the warm spot he’d created with his lash. “Are you telling me to stop?”

I couldn’t keep up with the game he was playing, he was so much better than I was. He’d asked a seemingly simple question, but it was loaded as hell. Not telling him to stop was permission to continue, to strike me again. But I wanted it. Perhaps I even needed it.

My voice was shockingly strong. “I’m not telling you to stop.”

I’d swear I could hear the whoosh of the belt cut through the air before it fell against my flesh, making tears spring into my eyes that I blinked back. Holy shit. That one hurt. The bite lingered on my skin and ached, telling me that I was his. The effect was powerfully intense, and while I loved it, it was overwhelming.

I pushed upright and turned to face him, the word wait on my lips, but it died as he kissed me. More like, he devoured me. He used everything he had to own me, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I could kiss this man the rest of my life and never feel like I’d experienced all of it. It was a powerful distraction, and I didn’t notice his hands still had the belt, or that they were moving upward until he slipped the strap behind my neck.