Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“Maybe I want you to have your own here, so I can use it on you whenever I want.”

In my drunkenness, I laughed. That’s the kind of relationship we had; I’d have a spare vibrator at his place before I had a spare toothbrush. As soon as the laugh was out, he eased a finger inside me and I grew serious. The finger moved deliberately and unhurried, even as I writhed on the bed, eager to find release that was only a breath away.

“Shit, don’t stop,” I said. It was crazy the command he held over my body.

Why the hell did I say anything? Of course he did exactly what I didn’t want him to do. His hand was gone and I heard him straighten.

“Get over here. I’m going to fuck that dirty mouth you’ve got.”

I turned over my shoulder to see the dark, nasty expression that waited for me. I scrambled over the bed and rose onto my knees. My hands flew to his belt buckle and hurried to undo it, and then the fly of his jeans. He didn’t help me. Instead he shed his shirt. His hands pulled me from the bed. A second later the jeans and boxers were bunched at his ankles.

“On your knees,” he ordered in a dark, powerful voice.

In a second, my knees were buried on the plush carpet. I would only allow him to do this. To put his hand on my head and push me toward his crotch, demanding I give him pleasure. Fuck, it was hot. I opened my mouth and took the damp head of his dick inside, rolling my tongue over the ridge. I slipped it in further, sucking until my cheeks hollowed out.

“Look at me when you’re sucking my cock.”

I shuddered at his words and obeyed, opening my eyes to look up at his handsome face—

The hand not holding my hair back was holding his cellphone.

I drew my mouth away. “What are you doing?” Although it was obvious he was taking video.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot it is watching you go down on me?”

The brown eyes left the small screen in his hand to lock onto my gaze. If I had a problem with it, he expected me to say so now. Maybe if I’d had less to drink I might have cared, but I didn’t. I could always make him delete it when I sobered up, and the idea of this video in his phone . . . I liked it.

I locked a firm grip on the part of him that had no hope of fitting in my mouth, flicked my gaze back up to him, and tried to give the greatest blowjob I’d ever given.

“Fuck, yes. You like the way that cock tastes?” he groaned, glancing at the screen and back to me. I moaned my approval. Once again, I put on a show. I shifted angles, I tried to keep my hair out of the way, and I ran my tongue down the length of him. Then I opened to his magnificent dick and let him pump it in and out of my mouth.

“You’re so gorgeous with your lips wrapped around my dick.”

I sucked at the soft skin covering a steel bar of flesh. He was doing surprisingly well, or else my inebriation made me sloppy, because he didn’t stop me or seem to get all that close like he usually did. Perhaps the phone had him distracted. “I’m going to fuck that pussy, Evie. And then I’m going to fuck that ass.”

I moaned again, his dick vibrating in my mouth. There was a mechanical chime, signaling the video was shut off and he tossed his phone onto the bed, where it slid to a stop near the center. This meant he had plans of using it again, otherwise he would have put it on the dresser where it would have been safer, but out of reach.

His hands hauled me up to stand and our kiss was raw and wild, driving our naked bodies together. He felt hard in all the right places, and my hands were drawn to him like a magnet. I wasn’t allowed to explore for very long. Rough hands turned me and shoved me down so I was bent over, face down in the bed. I was nervous and excited when his hand closed around my wrist and pulled it gently behind my back. Breath came and went in shallow bursts.

“Are you interested in these?” he asked. His naked body pressed against me, skin against skin. He had my wrist held in one hand, and the black leather cuffs with a metal clasp connecting them in his other. I fought against my desire and aching need, forcing myself to focus on his question. I liked being restrained; the night at the club had shown me that. But what about—

His breath was warm, washing over me. “We’ll take them off before we get to the new stuff.”

I nodded a wobbly head. “I’m game, boss.”

He loosened the buckle on the leather and eased my hand inside and then closed it tight. When he reached for my other wrist, I moved away. His eyes went wide with concern, thinking I was scared or had changed my mind, but then he saw the teasing smile on my lips.

His hand captured my wrist easily, buckling it roughly. Then it was done. My arms were secured behind my back. I arched up off the mattress, stretching my arms behind me to touch him, but as soon as my fingers touched skin, he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed down gently. With nothing to stop me, I fell forward onto my stomach.

“Stay just like that, naughty girl.”

His long fingers grabbed the batteries and packaged vibrator, and I had to lift my head and turn it the other direction to see him disappear out the bedroom doorway. It was a nice view of his naked ass, but it was gone before I could fully appreciate it.

A drawer opened. There was the sound of plastic being cut open, followed by the faucet running. His large frame reappeared in the doorway, sliding batteries into the vibrator and screwing the cap back on. With a turn of his wrist, I heard the soft hum as he tested it and then turned it back off, satisfied.

It wasn’t very long or thick. Logan was calculating and he’d selected this vibrator for a reason. Maybe he didn’t want me to get addicted to it, to make sure his dick was more impressive and I’d crave it over the vibrator. If that was his reason, it was ridiculous. How on earth could I ever want a piece of plastic over him?

The vibrator fell onto the comforter beside me, and he set his palms on my shoulders. Warm, damp hands trailed down my biceps, past my elbows, down until they were on the cuffs. Further, onto my ass. Down the backs of my thighs, and knees. This gentle touching, seemingly innocent while I was cuffed and waiting for him to please me, was making me insane.