Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“What if I told her she could go down on you while we watched? Would you like that?”

I swallowed hard. I could barely breathe. “Yes.”

“What if I told you . . . that you couldn’t come during?”

It was like a needle dragging on a record. “What?”

“When he says go, she has ten minutes to try to make you come. If she fails, she’s going to allow him to play with her virgin ass.” He brushed his lips over mine. “He’s hoping to push her limit, so I’m telling you not to come. Can you obey?”

Jesus, I was on fire already. It escaped my lips on a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”

Dominic’s kiss was aggressive and controlling. It lingered on my lips even after he was gone. He sat down on the chair at my side and uttered a short phrase in Japanese. Akira approached first, his gaze brushing over me, but there was nothing in his eyes to give me a clue what was going on behind them. He went to the other side of the table and sat opposite Dominic, then spoke.

Yuriko strolled up to the table like she had tons of time, assessing me. Maybe figuring out where to start.

“Did he tell—” I said to Dominic, hushed.

“No, not yet.”

Yuriko stood a foot away from the edge of the table, just outside of my parted legs. Her long, delicate fingers skimmed along my thigh, over the sheer silk that covered my skin. A shy smile from her made my breath catch.

“Can I touch her?” I blurted out.

Dominic repeated my question to Akira.

“Hai.” One of the few Japanese words I understood. Yes.

She knew it was coming from Dominic’s translation, but she still seemed bashful when I set my hand on her hip and urged her to come closer. I wanted to get this started as soon as possible. The quicker I made it through those ten minutes, the quicker I would get to my reward.

Her hand wandered, tentative. It crept up over the flare of my hip, along my waist, and up. Her knuckles brushed the underside of my breast and scurried away like she was embarrassed. Shit, if she was going to be this shy, this shouldn’t be too hard.

I took her hand in mine and used it to cover my breast. It seemed to do the trick, because she massaged and explored. I could feel the men’s heavy gazes on us, pressing us together. So I sat up straight and grabbed her ponytail, winding it into my fist, tugging her head back with force. It let everyone in the room know who was in charge.

Me.

Doing it exposed her slender, ivory neck, and I put my lips there. Her pulse was racing and her skin was soft. She smelled amazing, like jasmine. Yuriko gave a sharp cry of surprise, but a hot moan followed. Her hand on my breast pinched my nipple and I nipped at her neck in response.

“Hajimeru,” Akira said.

It was as if he’d just cracked a whip. Dominic didn’t need to translate that we’d begun. The submissive woman disappeared and a new Yuriko hovered over me. She shoved my shoulders back until I was flat on the dining table, the men staring down at me. Her mouth turned up in a devious smile, and she leaned over. Her lips found my nipple and she swirled her tongue on the flesh, startling me.

I gripped her head in my hands, holding her to me. It felt good, but listening to the effect on the men was even hotter. Dominic sucked in a deep, loud breath and my pussy clenched. He was going to enjoy the show I was about to put on.

Her mouth sucked at my sensitive, pebbled nipple, and both of her hands tightened on my breasts. She caressed me for a moment as if enjoying the experience, but didn’t stay on my tits long. She was on a mission, after all. I moaned when her lips descended over my belly and arched my back into her trailing kisses. When she closed in on where I was wet, I once again wrapped her ponytail in my fist.

My head rolled toward Dominic as I sighed. Warm breath was between my legs. Then her tongue plunged inside and I stared at him through half-opened eyes, his face full of desire. He was already breathing hard. The tongue caressed up and flicked over my clit, drawing a moan.

“You like watching her lick my pussy?”

He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself. “Yeah, but that pussy’s mine. It only comes for me, don’t forget.”

I gasped as her tongue moved over my flesh, faster now. My eyes closed and I tightened my grip on her hair. Okay, maybe this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Flames of pleasure licked at me every time she did. I tugged on her hair, attempting to control. Let’s not get too good at that, Yuriko.

Her head lifted away so she could say something. It was to Dominic, apparently. He came up out of the chair and seized my hands.

“Wait–” I cried, but he moved to the head of the table and stretched my arms out, pinning them to the tabletop. Uh, oh. His hands on me, him looming above with a hint of a smile on his lips . . . this shit just got fucking real.

Her hands had been on my knees, and now they skirted up my thighs, traveling closer to that mouth tasting me. One stopped there, but the other . . . A finger eased inside me. Out. In. Faster. Hotter. I gulped down a huge breath.