Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

“Since you can’t control your mouth, I’ll do it for you.” Joseph’s gaze swung to me. He didn’t have to ask. I went to the top drawer, pushing aside the other items until I found the piece he wanted.

Grant’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as I approached with the black ball, a leather strap on each side. I wasn’t a fan of wearing a ball gag. It made my jaw hurt and turned me into a drooling mess, but the idea of Grant in one? That wasn’t so bad.

“Wait—” he started.

I didn’t. I shoved the ball in his mouth, found the right notch for the correct fit, and did the buckle behind his head.

“If you want to stop,” Joseph tapped the crop repeatedly over the palm of his own hand, “stomp your foot. I’ll undo the handcuffs, and you’ll leave immediately. There will be no discussion. Understood?”

Grant’s eyes were loud and unhappy, but he nodded.

Joseph traced the tip of the crop over the last button on Grant’s shirt I hadn’t yet undone. “Finish. Then I want his pants and underwear down around his ankles.”

The room became a vacuum. Both Grant and I inhaled sharply. Shouldn’t I have been glad I’d no longer be the only naked one in the room? I couldn’t feel anything but concern. The rules tonight were Joseph’s. I’d never seen him play with other men, but I’d heard rumors back when he ran the club. He was omnisexual, and before Noemi, he’d fuck anyone with a pulse.

My hands shook as I undid the final button. I knelt on the ground, the hard floor unforgiving on my knees, and focused on Grant’s belt. My blood roared in my ears, and I was only dimly aware Joseph was at the table, rummaging around in drawers. How deep would he go? And was he aware Grant was still new to all of this?

A grunt came from the man before me as I slid down his zipper. He wasn’t hard, but the brush of my hand obviously felt good. I tried to ignore it and complete my task. He helped by lifting his hips as I worked his pants and underwear down. He was a fool for wanting to help. Joseph’s punishment of Regan had only been a taste of what he could do, and to be the dominant in charge of four people? It was amazing Joseph hadn’t already power tripped right into domspace.

I sat back on my heels and admired the view.

Grant’s suit coat was still on, but his shirt was wide open, and his pants were bunched around his shoes. His bare, beautiful chest was working fast, like his heart was beating in overtime and he was struggling to keep up with it. His semi-hard cock lay across his leg.

He wasn’t as dominant as Regan—at least, not yet. But being vulnerable like he was would be hard on anyone, and worse for someone who liked control. I wasn’t supposed to feel bad for him. He’d broken my heart, and I wanted to be petty and vindictive.

Yet . . . I couldn’t.

Just like with Regan, it was difficult for me to see him uncomfortable. I wanted to ease the strain.

Joseph had collected whatever he was looking for and moved to Silas and Regan. His instructions were given quickly and too quietly for me to hear. But as he turned away and crossed the room to return to me, I saw Regan’s hand undoing Silas’s zipper.

When I realized what Joseph was holding, my mouth went dry. Surely the vibrator was for me, but I hoped the plug and the bottle of lube were also, and not for Grant.

“Hey, there, big boy,” Joseph teased, lifting an eyebrow as he stared unabashedly at the other man. Grant’s head swung away, embarrassed, although he shouldn’t have been. Joseph had meant it as a compliment.

He squatted beside me and set his items on the floor, the plug on its base so the tip pointed upward. His expression turned serious. “You lied to this man. Did you say you were sorry?”

“What he did was worse.”

Displeasure flashed over him. “Answer me. Yes or no.”

I was irritated. “No, Sir.”

“That tone will get you in trouble.” He studied me, as if unsure how to proceed. “Tell him you’re sorry.”

I turned my insincere eyes toward Grant and said it devoid of meaning. “I’m sorry.”

“Keep digging that hole, Tara. Tell him your sorry again, and this time, you’ll do it while he’s in your mouth.”

Oh, fuck. I split in two. I didn’t want to, and oh, how did I. Going down on him had been against the rules. He was handcuffed to the chair and gagged and at my mercy. I could do this.

I placed one hand on his knee, and as I reached for him, Joseph clarified his instructions. “Just the tip.”

It was evil, and I loved this kind of punishment, where it felt good, but just not good enough. It didn’t satisfy, it only made you hungry for more. I gripped Grant’s swelling cock by the base, steadying him, and slowly push my lips down on the head.

He groaned through his gag. The pleasure was enough to make him throb and harden against the tip of my tongue. I mumbled my apology, which sounded stupid, but seemed to appease Joseph.

“Get on all fours,” he said. “I want to play with you as you finish your apology.”