Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

“Yes?” he asked, looking at the sleek, blue band of fabric he held, then up to me.

“Yes,” I breathed.

I was in disbelief as he busied himself tying one end around my wrist. This guy wasn’t just a unicorn, he was fucking perfect.

The knot was snug but not too tight, and he draped the sash behind my back, then focused on the other wrist. He left just enough slack between the knots, so my hands weren’t pulled behind my back, but I couldn’t reach forward either.

“How’s that?” The dark timbre of his voice was sexy.

“Good,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He raked his gaze down my body, pausing on my lips for a moment, as if distracted and thinking about kissing me, but moved on instead. That same gaze traveled back up, slower this time, more deliberate. He was savoring me like this.

His palms were warm when he set them on my collarbones and inched them down. His fingers crept over the tops of my breast, brushed over my sensitive nipples.

There was an undeniable gravity to his voice. “Do you trust me?”

Hadn’t I already proved I did? I’d let him tie me up—although these knots I could undo myself if given enough time. I answered genuinely. “Yes.”

A satisfied smile burst on his face, but I didn’t get time to enjoy it. He pushed me down onto my back, and with my hands tied, I was completely at his mercy as I fell. He softened the landing by holding onto my biceps, and once I hit the mattress, he dragged me to the edge of the bed.

My brain went blank with panic as he stepped between my parted legs, and his dick brushed over me. It might have felt good, but the alarms were too loud. My fists went white knuckled as I tried to reach for him, and the sash stopped me, digging into my back.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. “Stay absolutely still.”

He grasped himself at the base with his thumb and forefinger and dragged the tip of his naked cock over my bare pussy.

“Oh my God,” I groaned.

“This isn’t against the rules, is it?” He sawed himself back and forth, rubbing over my clit and coating himself in my arousal.

My words were tight, because every muscle in me was tense, following his command. “It’s a gray area.”

He was right there. The slightest shift in angle and he could slip right inside.

But he didn’t. He peered down at where we were touching, watching as he ran himself over my pussy, letting me feel the ridge at the tip, down to the grip of his fingers. It felt so impossibly good. It was horribly teasing, and probably something we shouldn’t be doing, but—fuck—I loved it.

He sighed, and it was heavy with pleasure, which only made it feel better to me.

“Dangerous,” I whispered.

His expression was smug and ruthless. “It’s part of what makes it exciting.”

He’d just parroted back to me the same line I’d given him while talking about my first threesome with Silas and Regan. It was as true now as it had been then. The risk of breaking the rule made the act hotter.

I was desperate to writhe, but I fought it back. The only movement he wrung from my body was the tremble in my legs. I couldn’t stop that even if I tried.

“Could you come from this?” he asked, driving the head of his cock through my slit, repeating the motion endlessly. It was hard to focus. It was impossible to think about anything other than his smooth, soft skin rocking over mine and the erotic, electric current the friction created.

Heat was building at the base of my spine. I was already halfway to an orgasm. “Yes,” I cried.

Grant slowed and gave the bed an evaluating look. Whatever he was thinking about, the decision was made, because he stepped back and helped me to my feet. “I want you on top.”

Oh.

Yes.

It was tricky getting into position since I didn’t have use of my hands, but I put my strong dancer’s core to good use, and he was there, guiding me. He lay down on the bed, his head on the pillow, and I climbed on top of his lap. We let out a collective hiss of breath at the contact.