Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

I was curious. Payton enjoyed the anal stuff. She wouldn’t say that if it weren’t true.

“It . . . feels good,” I admitted.

He jerked inside me like my willingness turned him on. He pounded into me, and slowly he increased the pressure until he could slip his thumb up to the first knuckle into my ass. It was shocking and foreign, and made me tremble.

“I want to know how that feels,” he said between breaths. “If you want me to go further.”

Honestly, I had no idea. I was so close to going over the edge, I felt scattered. “I just want you to make me come.”

“I can do that,” he said. His other hand slid to my waist so he could shift the angle of my body to one where I could feel all of him at once, both inside and out. I slapped a hand on the desktop, dragging it squealing down. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. . .

This orgasm outdid the first. It was fast, but intense, and bliss rolled through me.

He didn’t slow down like he had the other times; he kept up his driving pace. His breath became louder, labored, and short, as his thrusts were more frantic. He was as hard as a rock inside me, filling me. I could sense he was so close, and I wanted him to lose control like he made me.

“Are you going to come?”

“Fuck, yes. Right. Fucking. Now.”

His body drove into me a final time, and then he was moaning again and again. God, listening to him made my insides quiver, and the feeling of him pulsing inside me was like nothing else. He made me believe no other man could satisfy me.

He caught his breath before I did, and he fell back into his chair. His hands pulled me so I was sideways on his lap.

“We should probably get dressed.” He lifted my chin and kissed me softly. “I want to have dinner with you.”

“Do the rules apply?”

“Until we leave my office.”

I gave him a coy smile. “We can order in.”

“It’s too hard to have a conversation without questions.”

That was true, and we hadn’t really had one. “Okay, what did you have in mind?” I climbed off of him and pulled up my panties and pants, as he got rid of the condom and sorted himself out.

“There’s that stir-fry place, have you been there?”

I stop mid-search for my blouse and looked at him. This time my brain was working, so I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting the straps drop down to my elbows, and then fall to the floor.

“Oops,” I said with a straight face.

It’s not like my breasts were anything spectacular. They were fairly average, maybe slightly larger. But he was a man, and men like pretty much all breasts. I sat on the desk and let him gaze at them, and when he reached out to put a hand on one, I pushed it away.

“No touching, you broke a rule.”

He smirked. I resumed getting dressed as he finished zipping up, and realized my window of getting answers out of him was closing. So if there was anything I wanted to know that he’d be reluctant to reveal, I needed to ask it now.

“How many women have you slept with?”

He shut down his computer and sighed. “I hope you’re sure you want to know.”

“I am.”

“It’s probably close to thirty.”

I had asked, but I frowned. God only knew what Payton’s number was. I’m sure it was more than thirty, but my number was so low. “Would you like to know my number?”

His eyes widened with surprise. “Yes.”