Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“God, you taste good,” he whispered.

I shivered from his words, not the cold. My hands clenched the skirt tighter, straining against the fabric. Staying quiet was going to be the most difficult thing I’d ever done in my life.

“Is this why you wouldn’t let me go down on you this morning?”

“Ssh.”

I swallowed a breath. His tongue stroked and massaged my clit. Heat swelled and expanded in my chest, strangling my breath. Quiet, I whispered to myself. Prove you can do this or he might not give you what you really want, that connection.

He slipped a finger inside me and it felt so fucking good but I made barely a sound.

“Do you want to come?”

He’d programmed me with his words, night after night of it. The starting sequence triggered waves of pleasure deep inside, and anticipation left me breathless. “Yes.”

“Do you need to come? Would you do anything for it?”

I was already too frantic to notice the subtle difference. “Yes.” The next thing he said would be the order I was desperate to obey.

His gaze turned up to me, his eyes shockingly blue. “Then, stay with me.”

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SEVENTEEN

My stomach twisted into knots, and this unexpected command threw my brain into chaos. “What?”

Dominic continued to work his finger in and out of me, keeping me right on the edge of the orgasm. There was a crease in his forehead and his expression was uncertain.

“I need another week.” He took a deep breath and his voice plummeted to a hush. “I’m not ready to let you go.”

All this had been calculated. Last night his heart had hammered out of his chest because he was setting this plan into motion. The plan to manipulate me into staying. I should have been upset, but this was a stay of execution.

“Please.” He kissed me softly where the ache for him was unbearable.

I sighed when a second finger speared into me. It filled me with more need until there was room for nothing else. My hand tangled in his hair. Not stopping, just desperate to touch him.

“You don’t need to hurry back, right?” he said. “Another week.” His soft tongue teased and begged, and was more convincing when it wasn’t using words. “Stay.”

This was crossing into dangerous ground, but there was no other answer. “Yes.”

He exhaled loudly as his shoulders relaxed. “Holy fuck, come for me. Right now.”

My eyes slammed shut. The vise of the orgasm gripped me. His hands braced my hips against the wall while my body rocked and writhed with pulsing pleasure. My strangled cry was crushed under his lips, wet with my own taste. Another week with him. Yes.

I was tingling and still in the floating, weightless place he took me to, when one hand abandoned my hip. It tugged his belt open. A zipper rang out. His pants slid down to his ankles when the condom wrapper was in his hands.

“Dominic,” I moaned. My hands dove under his boxers and lowered the waistband down over his cock, helping him get ready to take me. You’d think we’d gone a year without sex and not a single day from the desperation in me. I hooked one of my legs around him. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

He held his dick in his hand, positioning it against me, and when the angle was right, he slipped his hands under my ass and lifted so I could slide down on his thick, impossibly hard cock. I took all of him in deep, and he blew out a sharp breath right by my ear.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” he asked.

The rough voice . . . it pumped desire in my veins. “Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

“Is it all you can think about, like me?”

My arms crossed behind his neck and I held on as he began to fuck me against the side of the container. It escaped my lips. “Yes.”