Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“Yes.”

Oh, fuck, yes.

chapter

SEVEN

He didn’t clean up the wine or the broken glass. He ordered me to wrap my arms and legs around him so he could carry me into his darkened bedroom. He took one knee and laid me back on the perfectly made queen-sized bed, stepping away to slip off his suit coat and disappeared into the walk-in closet.

The light flicked on, and I rose to sit, watching him. Fingers worked the buttons of his dress shirt, cuffs first and then to the collar, and down. When it was peeled off and placed on a hanger, my eyes lusted over every delicious curve of his muscles. My brain-to-mouth filter stopped working. “Holy shit, you’re gorgeous.”

He blinked, like he was stunned. Surely a man like him had heard that or something similar before, but then again, I’m sure it’s always nice to hear.

“I believe that’s my line,” he said. “Take off your dress.”

Why did I like this? A man ordering me around was supposed to incur my fiery wrath. Instead I lifted onto my knees and obeyed, dragging the fabric up and over my head, tossing it aside so I was kneeling on the bed in only my panties, my breasts bared so he could fuck me with those fascinating eyes.

“When you came in on Wednesday,” he undid his belt and stepped out of his pants, “I didn’t recognize you until you sat down at your desk.” He approached the bed, locking a hand onto my hip where the panties clung and began to ease them down. “I almost had to jack off under my desk after you left my office.”

What? This side of him was shocking and exciting. “That would have been highly inappropriate.”

He smirked. “Oh, you think so?”

While he was peeling my underwear down, I shoved a hand beneath his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his dick. Maybe it was a side effect from the straps at the club, but I loved the feel of him. I loved being able to touch, to feel him jerk in my hands, to get to tease him as he did to me.

“I want to go down on you,” I said, not knowing where that came from. I mean, I liked doing that, but it wasn’t something I usually announced.

“What a surprise,” he said, deadpan. “I want that, too.” He sat with his back against his headboard and discarded his boxers, his dick standing at attention. I’d already forgotten how large he was, and he must have noticed the concern on my face.

“What?”

“You’re huge,” I said, uneasy.

“This shouldn’t be new information to you.”

Oh, I didn’t know he could be funny. “How am I going to fit that in my mouth?”

He froze. “Was that a question?”

“Nope.”

I didn’t give him time to react or think of a way to punish me. I slid down on the bed, opened my mouth as wide as it could go, and took him inside. His breath left in a hiss.

“Seems to fit all right.”

I loved going down on men, loved knowing he wasn’t thinking about anything else but what I was doing to him. I ran my tongue over the velvety head of his dick and began to slide him in and out. Controlling him this way . . . it was addictive.

I used my hands on him, squeezing one hard and pumping him when I took my mouth off for a moment. Then I kept my lips tight and shoved him back inside, making him groan. I sucked and flicked my tongue, doing everything I could to return some of the pleasure he’d given me, pushing thoughts away that this man held sway over my career. I didn’t want to think about the repercussions of this night. He’d started it anyway.

Logan was different when he was in my mouth, under my power. He seemed scattered. Not his commanding self. And he was silent. Usually that’s what I wanted, but not tonight. I could ask him what he liked to encourage him to talk, but that would violate a rule . . . Screw it.

“Do you like fucking my mouth?”

He was breathing heavy and it seemed like he struggled to process the question. An alarm must have gone off in his head because he hooked me under my arms and pulled me off of him. He brought me up, pulling one of my legs across his lap, positioning me over him.

“I like fucking your tight, little pussy better.”

Holy fuck, the things he said. It was such a turn-on. He leaned in and my eyes fell closed, anticipating his kiss. I craved it, and just as the faintest hint of his lips touched mine, they were gone. I moved in, but he turned away. His hands cupped my head and held it tight so he could hover just a breath away.