Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

He chuckled. “I took that fake one to the jeweler for sizing. I don’t know what he did with it.”

My brain blanked. The ring I was wearing, “It’s real?”

“Yes. Real.”

“Is it big?”

His hips moved, pressing his hard-on against me. “It’s huge.”

I giggled at his silly innuendo. “I know that’s huge. Take off my blindfold.”

“I told you, things are going to go differently this time. You don’t get to be in charge. I learned that lesson the hard way.”

His mouth skimmed over my nipple and I moaned. “Please?”

“Do you want me to, uh, turn the cameras off?” Tara asked, her voice breathless.

The corner of my mouth curled in a smile. Tara was one dirty girl. Similar to me, she liked both men and women, but unlike me, I think she liked women more. She loved to watch, too. Of course I didn’t have any problem with her watching. Hell, she could come down and get a front row.

The blindfold slipped up and away. I smiled up at him, almost shy. Like I was looking at him with new eyes now that everything was out in the open.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hi. If you don’t like it,” his gaze went up to my hand, “we can go back and pick something else out.”

“Holy fuck, Dominic.”

The ring was huge. The size other women would say, “that’s too much for me” but you’d wonder if secretly they were jealous. An enormous round solitaire ringed with smaller diamonds that descended down the band.

“It’s beautiful.”

He gave me a sly grin. “You’re going to take it off as soon as I undo the straps, aren’t you?”

Was he fucking crazy? I shook my head. “The only way it’s coming off is if you pry it from my cold, dead hand.”

His mouth covered mine as his fingers walked over my skin, traveling lower toward the juncture of my thighs.

“Are we going to fuck on this table?” I asked.

His fingers slipped down to touch me, slow and hot. “Do you want to?”

“Undo my straps.”

“Not a chance.” His touch set me on fire. “We’re going to do this slow this time.”

I stared at the aqua eyes and grinned. He thought he was in control just because he had me strapped down to the table? I punched the talk button.

“Tara to Room Six.”

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TWENTY-NINE

Dominic was oblivious to the door opening because he was going down on me. His tongue grazed my clit and then his mouth seized on it, sucking. I moaned and watched him through half-closed eyes. Fuck, that felt good.

“Yeah, right there,” I whispered.

Tara took a quiet step into the room, wearing only the silk robe, her face flushed as she watched him fuck me with his mouth. Her long, bottle-blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders. She was Barbie-pretty. Big tits, small waist, and curvy hips. I was curious what he’d think of her.