Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“Are you going to be good?” Dominic asked on a low voice.

“Yeah. How much longer?”

He shifted my wrists to one hand so he could look at the watch I’d given him. “You’ve got seven more minutes.”

Oh, Christ. I kept my breathing steady and focused on that. Not her soft tongue or the finger sliding in me. Her pace was slow but that was dangerous. It gave her room to work with. To build need inside me that could erupt with little or no warning. I glanced down at the dark head of hair moving between my legs. It was so erotic. This timid woman was desperate to bring me pleasure. I had to look away.

Dominic leaned down and kissed me, but I turned my head at the last second.

“No. I don’t need any fucking help.”

He grinned, but actually respected my boundary for once. He straightened and his gaze crept back to the woman whose tongue darted all the way inside me. Then, she fucking moaned. Akira exhaled loudly. He seemed to be enjoying the show. The way her pink tongue fluttered on my skin, her mouth shiny from my arousal. Oh, shit. I closed my eyes again, reminding myself not to watch.

“Hanmichi.” Akira’s voice rang out.

“Halfway,” Dominic echoed. “Is it starting to get difficult?”

It was difficult about four minutes ago, but I didn’t want anyone to know that. “I can handle it.” It might have been more believable if I wasn’t panting when I said it. A second finger pushed its way alongside the first, filling me with more acute need. I bit down on my bottom lip to quiet the moan.

“You are so fucking sexy like this,” he said in that deep, rough voice. “All crazy and desperate to hold it together. It turns me on like you can’t imagine.”

“That shit is . . . Not. Helping.” My eyes opened and sought relief somewhere that didn’t make me think about him or the woman lashing me with her tongue where I was swollen and aching. I’d hoped looking at Akira might do the trick, but I was dead wrong. His gaze was on Yuriko, studying her, but he must have felt my eyes on him. His head turned slowly and he gave me the full intensity of his stare.

It was ruthless. Brutal.

The sudden desire to please him was crushing. I couldn’t fail at this, because if I did, who knew what this man would do to me via Dominic? Akira looked like he knew a thousand ways to please and punish. I choked back a panicked, excited gasp.

“Three more minutes.”

Akira repeated the warning to Yuriko and she let loose a sound of frustration. She used the fingers of one hand to spread me open to her hurried tongue, and continued to fuck me with her other hand, plunging deeper and deeper.

“Shit,” I murmured under my breath. That felt really fucking good. I tried to shift away from her, but Akira didn’t like that. His sharp tone was directed at Dominic.

“Don’t cheat, devil woman.”

“Give me back my hands,” I pleaded. I needed to slow this train way the fuck down.

“Come on, you can do this. It doesn’t feel as good as my cock, does it?”

What the fuck? Like I needed to think about that right now. I tugged at his hold on my wrists, but it just made his grip tighten. Oh, I was in trouble now. I couldn’t stop the moans from rolling out of me, or my back from bowing off the table.

Prickly anticipation washed over my skin. I was getting close. Too close. She could sense it too. The urgent pace of those delicate fingers fucking me was dangerous. I willed my hips to stay still and not match her rhythm.

“Ninety seconds.”

I started counting in my head. I pictured the numbers. She was as desperate as I was. Her hand abandoned my clit and crawled up to grab one of my tits, squeezing hard.

“Oh, god . . .”

I gulped down air. The fingers inside me retreated, and she used them to tap my clit. Short, sharp, and rapid taps, followed by hard and furious rubbing. She spoke to me directly, either begging or pleading.

“Shit, oh shit . . .” My body screamed for release. It demanded the rush of pleasure I was barely holding back. I just had a fingertip’s grip on control on it.

“Thirty seconds, almost there.” Dominic’s voice was hurried and he spoke over Akira, who’d risen from his chair as we closed in on the deadline.

I wasn’t going to make it. Her fingers pushed at just the right stop, stirring me into a meltdown. No, I told myself. Just wait. At some point my black pumps had fallen off, and now my heels scored down the table.

That hot mouth. She used both hands, one on the outside and one jammed what felt like three fingers deep inside me. I cried out with pleasure. No, no, no . . .