Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“Nowhere,” he teased, “if you can’t stay quiet.”

It was like he threw himself into second gear, and I gasped. His hand, with mine still wrapped over it, moved so it could rub right above where we were joined.

“Ssh,” he whispered. “You can be quieter.”

I loved a challenge and forced myself to eat my moans of pleasure. When I was successful, he took it to third gear, and I squeezed down on the hand that touched me.

“Yes, Evie.” His hushed words made me bite my lip. “I have to make you come hard to make sure we’d be safe to try it. What if I want to fuck you in the back seat of my car during your lunch break?”

Great. Now I was going to be turned on thinking about the parking garage beneath the office. I eased my grip on him, breathing heavy. His thrusts became harder, urgent, but he stayed quiet too. The slap of his skin against mine and the faint squeak

of the mattress frame were the only noises over our labored breathing. I could tell he was close, because I was close.

“Are you going to be quiet for me?”

My eyes closed so I could focus. “Yes, sir,” I said, knowing it wasn’t exactly fighting fair by saying that.

He inhaled sharply, like he was mutually pleased and displeased. The hand was gone from me, and wet fingers shoved into my mouth. “Suck these off.”

The dick flexed inside me when I closed my lips around them, tasting myself. I sucked on them hard, and the moan escaped my lips before I realized what happened.

“Come on, you’re not even trying.” The fingers returned to my clit, rubbing me furiously. Almost as furiously as he pounded into me.

I clutched at the sheets, clawing at them, finding something to cling to.

He took short, shallow breaths. “Better.”

I pressed backward, meeting his thrusts while managing to stay silent. The desire swelled and sank its claws in, taking hold. I pressed my lips together and arched my back, my legs squeezing shut tightly so I could ride the orgasm with him deep inside. A whimper was the only sound I couldn’t contain as he hurled me over the edge into bliss.

I was deathly quiet even when my insides were screaming.

“I knew you could do it. Now it’s my turn,” he said.

It only seemed fair to make it difficult for him. “Are you going to come hard in my pussy?”

“You know I will.” His words rolled over my skin, sinful.

I needed something else. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

That only earned a slightly deeper breath. I’d have to find something even dirtier, and I went with the first thing that popped in. Something I should have thought about before it was out of my mouth.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

He froze. “Now?”

“Um . . .” I searched for a way to backtrack. Is that what I wanted? He’d certainly said he did yesterday, and I had liked what he’d done in the shower. There was a reason it had been the first thing to come to mind. I knew eventually I was going to let him have me there. I was going to want to try it. He was so good at everything else, how could he not be good at that? My lips trembled.

“If you want to, we . . . could try it,” I said, and then held my breath while I waited for his response.

He resumed fucking me at a steady pace. “I do.” His hand had moved to hold tight on my hip, and now it moved again, abandoning me. I glanced over my shoulder to see him slide his thumb in his mouth and then down behind my back. His hand parted my cheeks to touch me, his wet thumb probing.

“You want me to put my cock in here?” He put pressure on my asshole.

I tried to sound confident. “Yes.”

His body shuddered beside me with anticipation. “I’m afraid this will have to do for now, you dirty girl.” He slipped his thumb just inside. “I need to get a few things that might help. I want you to enjoy it your first time.”

A mixture of relief and unexpected disappointment coursed through me. Just like signing the contract, once I had agreed to it, I’d gotten a thrill of excitement about doing something that should have made me terrified.