Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

I gave a coy smile. “A surprise.”

“Is it, by chance, shaped like a cello?”

I laughed. “No.”

Her expression went dubious. “Okay, then. I guess I’ll see you soon?”

I grinned widely. “You sure will.”

-21-

Tara

When Grant arrived, he wasn’t carrying his black cello case, but a simple brown paper bag, the top folded down. Had he bought liquor? Whatever was inside, it didn’t seem to be bottle shaped.

“Hi,” I said, eyeing him as he shrugged out of his coat and hung it on my coatrack. “What’s in the bag?”

H

is smile was devious, and hot, and I felt a dull throb between my legs. He held the bag down at his side. “Mind if I grab a beer first?”

“Sure.”

He set it on my dining table as he strolled toward the kitchen, leaving me standing in the living room to study the package for a hint of what was inside.

“You want one?” he called from the kitchen.

“No, thank you.” I’d poured myself a big ol’ glass of wine after dinner with my sister—I’d earned it.

He reappeared, beer in hand, and moved to the couch, the bag forgotten. He sat and stared up at me expectantly, and I realized this was a game. He was testing my curiosity, but this was a game I’d win easily. I sauntered over, sank down beside him, and a pleased smile drew across his lips.

“The couple you’re seeing,” his tone was light and conversational, “how did you meet them?”

“At a mutual friend’s wedding.” It was sort of the truth. The first time I’d played with Regan, I’d been working at the club, on the table and blindfolded. Silas had bought an evening with me—but for her—and he’d watched without participating. I hadn’t officially met them as a couple until Payton’s wedding.

Grant’s expression was unsure, and it was a strange look on him. “I don’t mean to pry, and you don’t have to answer, but I’m curious. Whose idea was the arrangement?”

I appreciated that he’d waited this long before bringing it up. I was sure he had a million questions. “It’s okay. The arrangement was their idea, but the first time we had a threesome? That was mine.”

“Really?” It was a question from him, but more of a statement. If he was surprised, it didn’t show.

My tone was straightforward; I didn’t have any shame about this. “I told her she was hot, that her boyfriend was hot, and I wanted to go home with them.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed on a thick swallow. “How was it? It must have gone well enough, because—”

I grinned. “Oh, yeah. It was great. I mean, I was nervous the whole time she was going to change her mind, or things would get weird, but they didn’t. And honestly, that’s part of what made it so exciting. It was a little bit dangerous. Not in a physical sense, but emotionally.”

It was clear he wanted to know more, and I didn’t mind sharing. He seemed so open to everything, just like me.

“So, a few months later, she asked me over to her place to play again. Since they’re both Dominants, it’s fun for them to be able to top at the same time.” I nestled in under his arm and set a hand on his thigh. “We don’t get together often. We’re all busy, and three schedules are hard to work with.”

“But you enjoy it when you do.”

“Yeah.” I traced a pattern on his jeans with my fingertip. “For a long time, I thought sex had these really strict rules I had to obey, like one partner, a committed relationship, man and woman. Then I met Joseph. He showed me the only rules I have to follow are the ones my Dominant gives me. If I don’t like those rules, I go find a different dom.”

“You like their rules, then.”

A half-laugh bubbled out of me. “I don’t love their no sex rule right now, but yes.” I wasn’t working at the club for the next two weeks, and I wasn’t sleeping with anyone. It was going to be a very long fourteen days. Possibly longer.