Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

I think he wanted me to fail. He trailed one hand down my body, over my breast, down my stomach, and moved between our bodies to circle my clit. It was too much, overwhelming me.

I sighed in frustration, or desperation. “Logan . . .” I was ready to beg for it.

His eyes were framed with long lashes, and I realized how beautiful his dark brown irises were. When I said his name, his eyes filled with heat. His expression was fascinating and my total undoing. I didn’t have a prayer of surviving rule number three.

He realized it just before it started to happen. “No, not yet. You don’t have permission.”

It was way too late for that. This time my hands reached back and curled around the ribbons holding me, gripping them as I came.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but it was still powerful and knocked me sideways. As I came down from where he’d taken me, I opened them again and looked at him timidly.

He was furious.

One hand latched onto my wrist, while his other ripped open the Velcro, freeing me. He didn’t say anything. H

e went straight to the other wrist and undid it as well, then pulled out of me and yanked me up so I was sitting before him. I wanted to ask what he was going to do to me, but I’d already broken what I could tell was the biggest rule. I didn’t need to do another right now.

“Stand up,” he ordered, stepping back to allow me to do so.

My gaze never left his as I put a timid foot down on the cold floor. That was as far as I got before he pulled me down off the table and turned me in his arms so my back was against his sweat-dampened chest. Hands shoved me down so I was bent over the table.

“Put your arms out.”

Because he wanted to bind me again. My hands slid slowly up the leather, shaking with both nerves and excitement.

“Any chance you could—?” He wasn’t speaking to me.

“Of course,” Tara answered. Crap, I’d forgotten she was there again. Her face was flushed as she came to the table and wrapped the restraint around my wrist.

“If I can help you in any way,” she said to him, her words dripping with innuendo, “don’t hesitate.”

Wait a minute. What had she just offered? A sharp pang of possessiveness stabbed into my core. Logan had paid to have me, not her. My thoughts had me too distracted to notice she’d closed the other restraint before it was too late to do anything.

I watched her return to the chair, her hands pressed against her thighs.

His hand came down hard on my ass, and I cried out with shock. I hadn’t really been spanked before. This was one of the three boxes I’d checked this evening, and apparently my consequence for disobeying him. It stung hot, and went cold as the hand left, only to strike me again, now on the other cheek. This time the hand remained where it had landed, and it pulled my cheek to the side . . .

So he could put his mouth there. Where no one had been before.

I jolted and my knees slammed painfully into the cabinet beneath the table. His mouth moved down so he could dip his tongue inside me, but the hand remained where it was. He set his other hand on my other cheek and eased it away so my backside was totally exposed.

It was shocking and taboo when his tongue moved up again, and sent me into a frenzy. Soft, warm, wrong. My body liked it but my brain did not, and the war between the two left me dizzy. I thought I could catch my breath when he stood, but it got much, much worse.

I felt him nudging there, pressing into me.

“Wait.” I turned over my shoulder in panic, every muscle in my body tense.

He hesitated. “What?”

“I’m not sure I can do that.”

His gaze went to the list on the easel. “It’s on the menu.”

“I know, but—” How to explain that I’d only done it out of desperation? “I haven’t done it before.”

“You don’t want to?”

I didn’t like giving up. I didn’t like failing. But I thought I’d fail at this.