Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

His finger pushed

inside me, working together with his mouth to pull the orgasm from me.

“I want these straps off.”

“Pretty sure I said no.”

“Maybe I’m not talking to you.”

He froze. “What?”

Her robe came off at that moment, and the blur of motion drew his gaze. Dominic bolted upright, his hand tensing on my thigh. His head snapped to me. Oh my god! Adorable, embarrassed Dominic. I felt like I hadn’t seen him in forever.

I had a smug smile on my lips as she stepped to the table and undid my straps. He didn’t stop her. He was too stunned and trying not to look at her. She was beautiful. Her tits were round and firm, her nipples were a pale pink that matched her lips. The soft line of her body drew my gaze down to her bare slit, and further to her legs. Shit. Tara gave me a run for my money on the best legs at this club.

“Dominic, this is Tara. Just so you know, she offered to do you when you came in.”

She laughed, her eyes shining. I sat up, yanked out my earpiece, and reached for Dominic, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He was hesitant, thrown off-balance.

“Do you want to fool around with her?” I whispered. “Like, together?”

My fingers curled under the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up, gathering it until I could yank it over his head and pull it off. His gorgeous chest wasn’t moving. Once again, I didn’t think he was breathing. “Are you going into shock?”

“Maybe.”

I climbed off the table. “Sit down.” He had been up for god knew how long, he was probably exhausted. So he sat reluctantly on the table, one hand on my hip, his focus on me.

“We should talk about this,” he said, worry pooling in his eyes.

“I didn’t know you were into girls,” Tara said, a pleased and anticipatory expression on her face.

“I’m still kind of new to it.” I put my hands on Dominic’s shoulders and urged him to lie back on the table. “You’ll be my third.”

“Payton,” he said, his voice serious.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. “Don’t you want to watch me go down on her while you’re fucking me?”

He gave a sexy groan and I could feel his cock twitch all the way through his jeans. “Yeah, but you want that?”

“Fuck yeah.” Hands tangled in my hair and yanked me down into his brutal, raw kiss. My hands wrapped around his wrists and slowly pressed them back. Further until he let me pin his wrists to the leather.

“Tara, a little help?”

She picked up the strap and closed the Velcro around his wrist, then strolled to the other side of the table, her tits bouncing as she went.

“Wait a minute,” he said, realizing too late what was happening. With the one hand bound, I latched both of mine on his free wrist, holding him while he began to resist. She was fast though, and a moment later he was bound. The straps went taut as he struggled, and his eyes went white.

“Do you remember the safe word?” I teased. His nod was just there, buried under his shock. God, this was fucking sexy. I climbed off of the table and went to Tara, his head turning to watch us.

A playful smile tugged on her lips. “I wish I’d known sooner,” she said. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

Her mouth was on mine, her lips demanding I kiss her back while her hands slipped around my waist, sliding lower to grab my ass. It brought our bodies together and her firm breasts pressed against mine. Her kiss was seductive, but it didn’t compare to the one of the man watching. When it ended, I whispered in her ear what I wanted to do.

His gaze followed every step I took around the table so she was on one side and I was on the other. My fingertips trailed down the center of his chest, flowing over the notches of his abs, to the snap of his jeans. I popped it open. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath unsteady when I inched the zipper down, and tugged his jeans over his hips. I was excited to have him back in my hands. My mouth.

“Get ready to be jealous,” I said to Tara. She smirked right back at me.

“Shit,” he groaned. I dug his thick cock out of his boxers and pushed them down out of my way.