Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

“No.” My tone was strict. “You think you’ve earned the privilege of getting in my bed, after spilling my drink?”

Tonight was as much of a performance as closing arguments in a jury trial could be.

There was a battle going on in her head. The war between the lawyer who wanted to argue the spilled drink was not her fault but mine, and the submissive who wanted to be good and please. Her chest lifted as she sucked in a breath, and she slowly pressed her hand between her legs.

Fuck, yes.

“On your back,” I ordered. “Your head toward me.”

Even the way she moved was sexy. Her hands slipped under her hair and she spread it out like a puddle of silk around her. I stood with my feet parallel to her shoulders, peering down at her as she stared up at me. Her knees were up and together, her feet flat on the carpet.

I put my glass to my lips and drew the cold liquid in, letting it linger on my taste buds before swallowing it down. Then I demanded it in a voice which only seemed to come out with her. Dark, and absolute. “Spread.”

Her back bowed upward as she stepped her feet apart. My gaze didn’t waver from hers, and although I couldn’t see everything she was doing to herself, it didn’t matter. Her expressive face gave it all away. Pleasure turned her eyes a darker shade of blue.

My command was to play with herself, but I didn’t say where specifically, and it pleased me she understood the distinction. One of Ruby’s hands slid down her stomach and between her legs, while the other rubbed over her lace-covered breasts. She teased and plucked at her nipples while the hand below her waist stirred, and I enjoyed from my high vantage point. How sharp the points of her nipples were, and how wet and ready her pussy was for me.

It was crazy how powerful I felt with her lying at my feet, writhing before me. How did I get this lucky?

The plan was to finish my drink, but when her fingers slipped inside her bra to grip her breast, I couldn’t wait any longer. I set my glass down with a loud bang and reached out, offering to help her up. “Fuck, come here.”

She grasped my arm and let me haul her to her feet, and I descended on her. I groped, dove my hands under her bra straps and tore them down over her shoulders as my mouth sealed over hers. Our tongues tangled with each other.

She was greedy for the kiss I’d denied her before, and I matched her urgency. Our lips moved together, fucking each other’s mouth. Our kiss was hot, wet, and dirty. But I needed my mouth on her flesh that I’d kept hidden from myself.

I missed the taste of her skin.

She’d barely unhooked her bra before I hurled her onto the bed, receiving a sound from her like “omphf.” She scrambled backward, making room for me to join her or climb on top of her naked body. Being fully clothed while she was completely bare was a way for her to see my domination. She was exposed and vulnerable, in theory. However, in actual practice, her gorgeous naked body made me weak.

My shoes came off in a hurry, thudding to the floor, followed immediately by my socks.

I placed one hand on the bed beside her, a knee between her parted legs, and leaned down so I could bury my face in her tits. So soft, warm, and delicious. She smelled like sugar and vanilla. I circled my tongue over her hard nipple then flicked it back and forth.

Soft cries echoed in my ears when I squeezed her breast with a firm hand, bit down, and drew away, pulling her nipple with my teeth. Ruby’s fingers were in my hair, raking gently down my neck, tugging at my sweater.

“Kyle,” she whined with so much need, it was like she was aching. Desperate for me.

I reached behind my back, grabbed a fistful of wool, and yanked both the sweater and undershirt off in one swift move, hurling them to the floor. Then I was right back on her, sucking, licking, and nibbling. I nipped a line from one breast to the other while she squirmed and tried to grind her lower body against my stomach, determined to get friction against her pussy.

Wedging my hand between our bodies, I moved my fingers down until I made contact with her clit. A bolt of lightning must have gone through her. She arched up violently, her head flung back, and she nearly knocked my teeth together.

“Oh!”

I grinned to myself and put the hard bud between two fingers. She was slick and trembling, and her moans swelled as I forked my fingers back and forth. Giving her some pleasure, but not all of it.

“I want your fingers inside me.” It was so rushed, it was a blur of words.

“What?” I teased. This time I circled the pads of my fingertips, delivering maximum sensation and unleashing an enormous sigh from her. My tone was evil. “These fingers?”

“Yes,” she hissed. Her nails clawed into my back.

As I speared my middle two deep inside her pussy, I clamped my lips tight around her nipple and sucked hard enough to hollow my cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck!” Her hands flew over her head and she gripped fistfuls of the comforter while her hips lifted off the bed. “Oh, God, yes.”

It rang out like a sob of relief and shot straight to my dick. Lust for her clouded my thoughts, and pent-up tension tightened my muscles until they were cords pulled taut. I pumped once, then twice, curious how high up off the bed she’d go to try to keep my fingers inside her. Her face twisted like she was in agony, but it clearly wasn’t.

I had no choice but to leave her dangling on the cusp of orgasm. I wasn’t trying to be cruel, but I wanted us to find that moment of pleasure together. It was a partnership, after all. When I withdrew my fingers, she collapsed on the comforter and glared daggers at me.