Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

They disappeared when Joseph blocked them. My Dom, with dark eyes and an obscene mouth which turned my insides into liquid, leaned over and undid my bra clasp. The bra and shirt were pushed up above my chest. I stared at him, filled with a mixture of

anxiety and excitement. There was trust, too. Oh, he had some sort of plan, it was clear in his eyes.

He stepped to the side so he wasn’t blocking my view of the bodies connected on the stage, where the table rocked gently with the force of passion happening there. Doing this, meant they now could see me. All of me.

“Show them,” Joseph ordered. “Let them see how badly you want this, baby girl.”

I exhaled a stuttering breath, and parted my legs. Payton’s head turned first, her mouth dropping open.

“Fuck,” she said, getting Dominic to follow her gaze.

My face burst into flames, but I didn’t look away. My nerves made me oddly strong. Payton’s rhythm slowed to a halt, and her gaze seemed to trace every inch of my bare skin. Breath stuck in my throat when her expression changed into . . . my brain scrambled to come up with the right word. Its first attempt had been want, but that couldn’t be right. Oh, shit, was it? Did this beautiful woman currently having sex with a gorgeous man somehow desire me?

“Holy fuck,” she gasped. “She has perfect tits. I want them in my mouth.”

Everything moved too fast. Dominic threw a look to Joseph and grinned back at Payton.

“Come over here,” Joseph said to them.

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TWENTY-ONE

I jolted upright in the chair and snapped my legs closed. My nervous eyes turned to Joseph. “Wait.”

The table groaned in protest when Payton climbed off of Dominic and walked on her high heels toward me. The sway of her hips and bounce of her breasts were mesmerizing. Hypnotic.

Joseph strolled to stand behind my chair, curled a hand under my chin, and tugged my head back to look up at him. “Wait? Or do you mean stop? Because you’re perfectly safe. Payton can see how fucking sexy you are, and I’m not going to deny her if she wants to make you feel good. Watching that would please me, and you want that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t get my brain to function. I blinked, held immobile not just by the steel on my wrists, but by his eyes. His head dipped down, sealing his lips over mine when a new pair of hands touched me. Her soft palms were on my shoulders, sliding inward and down.

My moan was swallowed by Joseph when she found my nipples with her fingers, tugging.

“Joseph,” Payton sighed softly. “She’s so fucking perfect.” The out-of-control feeling her words gave me sent me spinning. Something wet brushed over my nipple. Her tongue. It was gone abruptly, so she could speak. “Yes.”

“Watch,” Joseph commanded quietly, releasing his grip so I could. “Watch him fuck her while she sucks on your tits.”

I don’t know how she could, my chest was heaving hard. One of her hands gripped my shoulder firmly, the other held my breast up to her lips. Behind her, Dominic’s hands circled her waist, gently thrusting into her.

“Oh my God,” I said. Her response was to nip at me.

“Open your legs, Em,” she urged. “Scoot to the edge of your seat.” So it would be more comfortable for her.

“Do it,” Joseph said.

My eyes drifted closed for a moment as I complied, only to feel the sharp sting of Joseph’s pinch. Payton’s cheek was warm and damp against my breast as Dominic’s thrusts became more urgent.

“You look so good like that, Payton. Your face in between her tits. Suck on them for me.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and strangled back a cry of pleasure. My pussy was shamefully wet. The taboo of the experience turned me on more than anything else, although the suction of her mouth was hot, too. My arms ached and I couldn’t help but want the handcuffs gone.

“What would you do,” Joseph said, still looming over me, “if you had your hands? Would you touch yourself, or her? Would you push her head down until she was licking your sweet pussy?”

“Fuck,” Dominic groaned. His hand was on her shoulder, and the fingers clenched as if the visual had brought him much closer to coming than he expected. And Dominic’s hand was only a few inches from my breast. What would happen if he slipped and brushed me accidentally? What if he touched me purposefully? It was all so dangerous.

“Wait.” I immediately wanted the word back. Payton’s startled expression turned to mine, her hands hesitating.

“Keep going,” Joseph said to her, then his gaze swept back to me. In the low light he was frighteningly beautiful. “We’re getting close to something new and exciting whenever that word comes out. When you say wait, all I hear is push. Now tell us, because I know Dominic’s dying to hear if Payton can slide her tongue inside your pussy. Yes, or no.”