Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“I am jealous,” she said, pointing to the ring on my hand that clenched around him. “His cock’s big, too.”

She watched as I stroked him, her gaze fixed on the hand sliding up and down the length. She didn’t last long. Her hand clamped at the base and squeezed, and the body beneath our grips shuddered.

His head lifted and Dominic watched us both lower in, his expression frozen. “Shit, are you two gonna . . .?”

“Yeah,” I said. “We are.”

And together, we licked him. There was a snap from the restraints as he bucked against them. He exhaled loudly. Oh my god, was he trembling? I swirled my tongue on the tip of his cock, drawing a moan that rumbled up from his chest. Desire burned across my skin. I drew up, put my hand on the back of her head, and guided her to take him inside her mouth.

“Fuck, fuck.”

“You like that?” I asked her in a seductive voice. Dominic stared down while her head bobbed on him. “You like sucking my boyfriend’s fat cock?”

“Fiancé,” he corrected, although it sounded like he was struggling for air. Fiancé. There was a label I never thought I’d like, but of course, I was wrong. Tara pulled off of him and held his dick for me, giving me a turn. His warm, damp flesh parted my lips and slid back into my throat.

I pumped on him, sliding up and down in leisurely strokes, swirling my tongue. On the table, he moved under my mouth, writhing. Air was swallowed in huge gasps when Tara and I returned to sharing him. Our tongues met wandering over his cock.

“Holy shit . . . holy shit . . . Payton.”

When I rose up and turned to face him, Tara took over sucking him. His face was like that first time in the room. Tortured agony.

“Don’t make him come,” I warned her, then set my focus on him. “I like you like this,” I whispered, echoing his words from that night with Akira and Yuriko, “trying to hold it together. It turns me on like you can’t believe.”

He moaned, his blue eyes slamming shut.

My hands bristled on his unshaven jaw when I cupped his face and brought my lips to his warm, trembling ones. My fingers crept back behind his neck and into his thick hair. I clenched a fistful and yanked his head back, lifting his chin up so I could drag my tongue down his neck. “You want to fuck me? Say it.”

I could just hear it over the sounds of her sucking his cock. “I want to fuck you.”

I nipped at his soft flesh. “You want me to lick her pussy? Say please.”

It came from both of them, desperate. “Please.”

Velcro ripped open as I undid one wrist. That was all I needed to do, he did the other immediately. Fuck, that was a mistake. When he was free, he stood from the table, yanked the pants and boxers the rest of the way down his legs, and shot me a predatory look.

“I told you I was going to be in charge.”

He spun me in his hands and shoved me so I was belly down on the table. I pushed up on my arms, but the slap of his hand against my ass made me collapse forward. It was shocking to swing from dominant to submissive so quickly, but a rush. One I felt deep inside.

“Count.” His dark order make me ache and eager.

“One, Arigato.”

“In English.” His rough voice filled my ears. Tara watched from the other side of the table, like she wasn’t really sure what to do, but intrigued.

His second spanking stung and left my flesh hot.

“Two, thank you.”

It turned me on so much that my desire ran down between my legs. I blinked and was upright, my back against his chest. His hands slid all over naked curves, his lips drawing a line of kisses down my neck. Oh, he wasn’t playing fair. I shivered from his hot breath and his indecent mouth.

“Tell your friend,” he said, “to get on the table.”

I blinked my lust-heavy eyes at her. “Tara–”

That was all she needed to hear. The leather squeaked when she sat and flopped down on her back. I moved between her legs and let my hands slip over her smooth skin. I tweaked her nipple, getting her to cry out with satisfaction, and skimmed my fingers lower.