Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

I bit down on the ball in my mouth as he smacked me so hard it took the last of my breath. Ten.

He moved on the bed and got behind me. His hands caressed the places he’d just spanked me. My ass had to be red, it felt like it was on fire, but it was a weirdly good pain. This touch now was soothing and erotic, and fingertips skated down through the crevice of my cheeks, holding me open.

I moaned when something wet touched me. It swirled and teased my asshole where it felt so fucking dirty and good. I don’t know how he did it since he had both hands on my ass, but he gave a sharp tug to the chain and the clamps tightened when I tried to press back against his face. I corrected my position immediately, bracing myself on my shaking arms. I wasn’t going to be able to support myself much longer like this.

His tongue dipped down and slipped into my pussy, then moved back up again, licking a straight line through my valley. I was going to burst into flames. Or maybe fall forward flat on my face. My arms and legs were jelly.

How was he so good at this? I’d never get bored with this man. He constantly surprised me. Dominic. I wanted him. I needed that connection to him like I’d never needed anything before. Even more than the orgasm that was rapidly approaching –

Oh, shit! My left arm went weak and I fell forward, ready to slam into the bed and crush my nipples under my weight where they’d surely explode in pain. Hands wrapped around my arms and stopped me, holding me in place.

What. The. Fuck? I jerked against them. Dominic’s hands were on my hips.

These hands belonged to someone else.

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NINETEEN

The hands tilted me upright onto my knees and were gone as the bed rocked. What the fuck was going on? Should I drop the ball I was holding? The headphones came off and I heard them thump to the carpet.

“I’ll explain in a minute, but I need you to stay still. Okay?” Dominic said.

I nodded, though my brain twisted with confusion.

Two pairs of footsteps left the room. It was a lifetime before one pair returned. A hand brushed my breast, loosening the tension on the clamp. Shit, it fucking hurt. Then, he did the other, loosening it as well. Blood began to flow back to my nipples, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He had to take the clamps off in stages. His fingers caressed my clit, probably in an attempt to distract from the pain.

When that was done, the buckle on the gag was worked loose, and he pulled it away. I rolled my jaw around and wiped the drool from my lips. The gag had been interesting, but I was glad it was gone.

I waited for him to say something, but it was quiet.

“Who the fuck was that?” I asked.

“He’s gone now.”

“He?” Dominic had given me plenty of hints at his possessive nature. It was stunning that he’d allowed another man in the room.

“It’s a long story. Let’s hit the pause button on it and finish this first.”

I felt dizzy from how I’d been ripped from the moment. I turned to face his voice. “I don’t know how–”

“I told you not to move.”

And I was right back under his control. He threw me belly-down on the bed and climbed over me, trapping me beneath him. Boxers still clung to his hips, but everywhere else his warm, bare skin pressed against me. I shifted so my handcuffed wrists weren’t pinned under me, and when they came out, Dominic stretched them up with a firm hand, holding them against the sheets.

His uneven breath hovered close and rolled over my skin. His cock prodded between my legs. I moaned. Yeah, I didn’t care about the guy, whoever he was, now. All I wanted was this connection.

“Do you want me?” Dominic whispered into the nape of my neck. “Do you want all of me?”

I shivered. “Yes.”

He shed his boxers and used his knees to widen my legs. He lowered himself so the smooth skin of his chest pressed against my back. The naked tip of his cock touched me, and inched forward. I was quaking and wild.

“Oh, please,” I cried. “Give it to me.”

His cock sank inside and he gave a primal groan that was so sexy, my pussy clenched on him.

“Payton,” he moaned.