Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“Are you a sports fan, sir?” Tara asked.

“I’m sorry?” he said, sounding caught off guard. And not at all like Blake. Maybe familiar, but my nerves made it difficult to concentrate.

“I usually try to work it into the conversation subtly, to let her know when I think a potential client is attractive. I wanted to make sure she understood the level of attractive we’re talking about here.”

“I’m flattered.” I could hear the smile in his words.

“Would you like a taste?” she asked him. What did that mean? Then her breath was warm on my neck. “I’m going to touch you now.”

I jumped when

her fingers dragged across the skin of my stomach. Lower, and lower. Was she going to–? Soft, delicate fingers stroked me. I tried to jerk away, but the straps kept me in place. I’d never fooled around with another woman. I could appreciate the beauty of the female body, but I never had any desire to explore anything outside of my own. I liked good, ole-fashioned sex, and knew I still had a lot to learn there. Adding women into the mix seemed overwhelming

It didn’t matter. Her fingers were stirring my folds where I was shamefully wet, and the slightest of moans slipped out before I could choke it back.

She drew her hand away from in between my legs, and there was a noise I couldn’t place, like a kiss. No, I figured it out. He was sucking on her fingers.

“Does she taste good?” Tara asked. Heat poured through my body.

“I’d like to drink straight from the tap,” he said. Oh god. Oh my god.

“There’s a fee for that, but I’ll waive it if we reach a deal.” I assumed that was acceptable to him because Tara again leaned over me and whispered in my ear. “Slide down near the edge of the table, and enjoy.” She sounded envious.

I did as asked, my trembling body gliding over the leather. When I was down far enough and my feet dangled awkwardly over the side, Tara’s warm hand closed around an ankle and lifted it, setting my foot on the flat surface of the tabletop so my toes curled over the edge. She guided the other ankle so I was laid out before him, my knees bent up in the air. Sliding down had also forced my arms to be bent up by my head.

The pads of his fingers were cold when they touched the inside of my knee and gently urged it to the side, opening me to him. My bottom lip quivered. No, my whole body quivered. The fingers dragged across the inside of my thigh until they reached the hollow where my legs joined my body. I wanted him to say something. I wanted him to—

“Fuck,” he said in a low, deep voice when his finger brushed over me where only a few men, and now Tara, had touched me, making me shudder. “You’re so wet.”

His touch was gone and replaced by warm air as his mouth hovered over my sensitive flesh. He kissed the hollow there, then just above my slit, then the inside of my thigh on the other side. Teasing me. Delicious anticipation grew and strangled my breath.

I bucked hard on the table when his tongue grazed me. One of his large, cold hands clamped down on a hip to hold me in place. The sensation wasn’t like anything I’d felt before. The blindfold focused everything on the pleasure that was spreading outward through my body from his indecent kiss. He licked me again, starting at the bottom of my entrance and all the way up to my clit.

“Oh my god,” I said out loud, and then went wooden. I wasn’t supposed to speak until spoken to, according to the contract.

“You like that?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, he just did it again. And again. The beginning of an orgasm developed off in the distance and then was right upon me when he eased a finger where I was soaking wet.

“She’s yours for twenty thousand,” Tara said. The logical side of my brain tried to function, but the physical part of my body was in control. That wasn’t true. This man, this total stranger, was in control of my body when he was fucking me with his mouth and finger.

“I was thinking more like nine,” he responded. Then his mouth was back on me. How could he negotiate like this? His head was buried between my legs, and she was just standing there, watching. The orgasm threatened closer still, and I moaned.

Nine was close. It was already more than I thought I could get, seeing as how Tara had said he was good looking. But Tara’s hand brushed over my ankle, demanding I focus. She could get him higher. I shook my head quickly at his offer, and then moaned when his tongue slipped inside me.

“She seems to like you.” Tara’s voice was sultry. “How about sixteen?”

“Ten.” He murmured it against the side of my thigh, his finger working in and out of me. Desire built, pinpricks creeping over my skin, begging for release.

“We both know she’s worth way more than that. Fifteen.”

His hand withdrew and it was cold as if he’d stepped back. No, the dirty voice in my head cried. He was going to leave me when I was so close. So close to not just what I needed, but so close to tumbling over the cliff into a sea of pleasure.

“Twelve.” His deep voice filled the room. My heart lurched and relief overwhelmed me. I barely noticed when Tara’s hand skimmed my knee. His hands and mouth had already shown me he knew what he was doing and promised I would enjoy it.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Tara’s hair fell on my arm when she drew close to whisper, “Are you sure? I think you’re leaving money on the—”

“Yes.” The need in me was too much already. How had he been able to bring me right to the brink so quickly? I was ready to pay him to get the tongue back.