Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

We didn’t see our Japanese friends that often. Between all of our jobs, including mine where I taught English, it was hard to get schedules to align. They’d arrived late and we’d gone immediately into the master bedroom. There was a hierarchy within our group, but last night it had shifted slightly. I’d stood over Yuriko with the crop in my hand, punishing her under Akira’s instructions while my fiancé translated. The memory of Dominic’s sexy words in my ear while his hands stroked inside my panties made me burn hot. Then the memory of the rush of power and the satisfaction on Yuriko’s face cranked the temperature up to an unbearable level.

“Shit, now I’m all turned on,” I groaned, “and we’ve got a thirteen hour flight.”

Dominic pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. “What are you whining about?” He grinned widely. “You don’t do slow, so let’s do fast.” He ground his hips up into me. “And hard.” His mouth crashed against mine as his hands tore at my clothes. “I bet I can get you to come twice in the next ten minutes. I’ll even let you decide how.”

My body shuddered as I thought of all the ways he could do it. “You know, I fucking love you.”

“You fucking love me, or yo

u love fucking me?” His voice rasped as he yanked my shirt over my head and tugged my bra down.

“Yes.”

He glanced at my half-empty breakfast cocktail and faked seriousness. “I hope that’s not just the booze talking.”

“Real, Dominic.” I laughed. “Always real.”

Always.