Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

“She looks amazing,” I whispered to Kyle. Her lithe body and her offered submission were a seductive combination. He murmured a sound of agreement as his lips coasted along the spot where my shoulder met my neck.

“You look amazing,” he added.

I closed my hands on top of his as he caressed my bra-covered breasts, and tilted my head to the side, encouraging him to keep kissing me. It gave me shivers in the best way possible, even as I was on fire.

Joseph retrieved Noemi’s large purse from the counter, brought it over, and as he set it on the floor beside the coffee table, he pulled out a black paddle. The fingers inside my bra slowed to a stop, and Kyle’s lips froze on my skin. We’d both checked off spanking with props on our willing lists; floggers, crops, and paddles, so I knew Kyle was interested, but we’d yet to try any of it.

Joseph’s stance was confident, while his expression remained businesslike. It was playtime, only playtime was serious. His dark eyes focused on Kyle. “You’ll want to understand the different sensations you can create with each tool you use.” The paddle was lightly placed against the round curve of Noemi’s ass, and he rubbed it in slow circles as he continued speaking. “Try them out on yourself first and build up intensity. If you can’t handle it, it’s unlikely your sub can.”

The black leather was hypnotic as it skimmed over her backside, like he was priming her. Or teasing her. Either concept worked for me.

“Determine thresholds. Just because she can take it, doesn’t necessarily means she should.” He lifted the paddle away. “For example, Noemi’s not a pain slut.”

Joseph moved efficiently, almost surgically. He brought the flat side of the paddle crashing against the roundest part of her ass, generating a loud, sharp slap and making her ass cheek jiggle. She didn’t break her position, but a gasp fell from her lips. He instantly pressed the fingers of his free hand against her pussy, stirring in lazy strokes.

His voice was dark as sin. “No, she’s a slut for pleasure.”

She was the one who moaned, but I felt it deep inside my own body, and beneath me, Kyle’s cock twitched. He was enjoying the display as much as I was. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me tight against him, and I sighed in contentment.

Joseph knew what he was doing positioning us this way. I kept my head tilted to the side, which allowed us both to watch, while also allowing Kyle to run the tip of his tongue along the edge of my ear. His breath was warm and felt great on my sensitive skin. His hard body molded perfectly to mine.

It was quite the show in front of us, and my face warmed with a flush as Joseph volleyed a series of strikes against her ass. His hand on her pussy never ceased moving throughout the spankings, but he drove a finger deep inside her when her hips began to swivel.

“You want to come, Noemi?”

She spoke, but he slapped the paddle against her reddening skin and the crack was the only sound we could hear.

“What was that?” he demanded.

She was clearly saying yes, but he continued the game and swatted her again, covering her words.

His face and tone were ruthless. “I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

Her fingers tensed into fists and her head hung until her forehead rested against the wood. “Oh my God, please make me come.”

The paddle thumped to the floor. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Her head snapped up, like alarm pulled it up on a wire. “Sir,” she said quickly. “Please make me come, Sir.”

Joseph splayed his hands on her enflamed skin, massaging it. It had to burn, but I knew if it were me, I’d enjoy that burn. Kyle had become an expert at turning my ass a delicious shade of red.

“Half,” Joseph said, and lowered to kneel behind her, his hands still on her cheeks.

You’d think he’d just told her she was getting sued. Her mouth dropped open as she strained her head to turn toward him. Not that she could see with the blindfold, but her frustration was clear.

“Half?” The repeated word from her was like she couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, half.” He looked annoyed. “If I have to tell you twice, one of us is doing something wrong.” His large hands slid down so his thumbs could manipulate her clit. “You use Sir as a sign of respect, or have you forgotten?”

Her body slumped just a degree, like his thumbs were distracting her from whatever she was upset about. “No, Sir.”

“You know I could have said none. Be grateful I didn’t.”

She let out a tiny whimper and bit down on her bottom lip. Was she fighting against the pleasure he was giving her? I knew what it felt like. One of Kyle’s hands had wandered down south and was stroking on top of my panties. He gave a wicked chuckle when he realized how soaked they’d become.

Joseph glanced over at us. Was he checking to make sure we weren’t getting distracted?

“Noemi’s orgasms average twenty-two seconds. I’ve trained her to control their duration.”