Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“Aren’t you going to watch?” I whispered.

“I’d rather watch you right now. Besides,” he added loudly, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Ha,” Dominic said, his face twisting into an evil smile. “Challenge accepted.” His focus went back to Payton. “Stay just like that.”

While he dug through Payton’s purse, I couldn’t help but remember my first time with Joseph, being in that same position. Were her hip bones uncomfortable against the edge of the table as mine had been, or was she too lost in the scene to care by this point?

Dominic pulled a large coil of red rope out, his hands moving quickly to bind her wrists together, and when it was done, he smacked her ass again. She flinched, and her eyes slammed shut, her words unintelligible because of the underwear still in her mouth. His large hand rubbed the red spot he’d struck and she let out a moan.

Then, a foreign language spilled from his mouth, spoken softly. Lovingly.

“What language is that?” I asked in a hushed voice.

“Japanese,” Joseph answered. “They lived in Tokyo for a while.”

Dominic pulled the panties from her mouth and left them on the table, hooking his hands under her elbows and lifting her to stand. After she turned on her h

eels, the kiss she gave him was raw and intense, and it made me ache. I’d had that same kiss from Joseph, and I wanted it now.

Joseph leaned in and brushed the hair away from my ear. “Always fidgeting,” he whispered. His hot breath made me shiver. “You don’t look like you know what to do with your hands.”

“I’m fine.” It would have been better if my voice hadn’t wavered.

On stage, Dominic was worshipping her body. His palms smoothed down over her corset, fingers trailing, and he took a knee before her. The black lace was peeled down painstakingly slow, all the while her gaze burned into me.

I only got a flash of her bare skin before Dominic’s head was in the way, and her eyes hooded. “God, Dominic, I love your fucking tongue.”

He paused. “Just my tongue?”

“Right now? I love it more than any other part of you.”

He chuckled, grasping her hips to hold her steady. “Yeah? We’ll see what you have to say when my pants come off.”

She drew in a shuddering breath when he stopped talking, his mouth preoccupied with other things. Watching him go down on her like this was so sensual. I knew what was happening only from her reaction, not by sight. Not until he shifted on his knees to the side, using his fingers to spread her wide. The sliver of his tongue darting between her bare slit set me on fire.

“Holy shit.” I clamped my hand over my mouth.

“No.” Joseph grasped my wrist and pulled it away, a faint scowl darkening his expression. “I want to hear every sexy sound you make. Let’s put your busy hands to use. Uncross your legs and touch yourself.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “What? They’ll see me.”

He glanced at the couple, then back to me. “I don’t believe this is a limit, since you let me fuck you out in the open. You’re just nervous.”

“Yes,” I admitted.

His warm mouth latched onto the side of my neck at the same moment his hand was on my knee, pushing me to uncross my legs. “This is the other part of your punishment, bad girl. Put those fingers on your pussy. Let them see how much you like their show.”

I exhaled a long, torturous breath. My eyes pleaded with him both to make me do it, and not to. The wrong, bad part of me was eager and I was pulsing, aching between my legs for relief.

My fingers gripped the hem of my skirt and lifted, drawing the material toward my hips. I’d made it halfway up my thighs when Joseph scooted his chair closer and set a hand on my knee. The hand traveled up the inside of my leg, brushing the sensitive skin, all the way until he stroked me where I was soaking.

I sighed, but he probably couldn’t hear it. On stage, Payton was moaning loudly. Her shoulders shook and her back arched.

“Fuck, I don’t want to come like this,” she cried.

One of Dominic’s hands abandoned its hold on her hip and he buried it between her legs. “That’s too damn bad.”

Joseph’s fingers rubbed one tiny circle on my clit, before he plunged his finger deep inside, pulling a groan of pleasure from me. The slow thrust of his finger was mirrored by Dominic’s on stage.