Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

Like this gag, and I was pissed about it.

Although this wasn’t one of them, I’d given him my limits. I’d told him I was comfortable with him touching me in a non-sexual way, but I was hetero, and this was one area I wasn’t curious about. I wasn’t into men. Tonight, he made me uneasy, like he wanted to test how far he could push that line.

When Silas knelt behind Tara and ran one hand along her spine, my mind went blank. My body filled with fire. Less jealousy now, more desire. His pants fell from his hips, and he undid the buttons of his shirt, his gaze on Regan who knelt beside him.

Off his suit coat and shirt came, and they were passed to Regan.

His tattoo covered the expanse of his chest, flowing down his arms, and like the artwork he’d put on her, it was intricate and stunning. I didn’t look for long, though. Regan handed a condom to him, and as he tore the wrapper open, I focused back on Tara.

She studied me as much as I studied her, wondering how I was going to react. I’d tried to tell her I was into this, but now I’d have the chance to show her. To make her believe, since she didn’t trust me.

When Silas was ready, he set a hand on her hip and wedged the other between their bodies. It was unmistakable when he brought them together. Her eyes melted. A moan gurgled out of me. I wanted to tell her it was so hot, but the gag prevented me from forming the words.

All I could do was sit there, strapped to the chair, while she sucked me and took another man inside her body. I hadn’t adequately prepared for it. I’d hoped I’d be all right. Possibly enjoy the experience.

But this was so far beyond that.

It was erotic. Pornographic. I nearly came from the sight.

Regan’s face was flushed, and her hands slipped over Silas’s arm, like she wanted the physical connection to him. She looked so full of sexual tension, she might rip apart at the seams. Joseph stood nearby, watching the scene. He was far more controlled than her and surveyed us like we were merely sufficient, instead of the hottest fucking thing in existence.

Silas established his tempo and latched a hand on her waist, his other going around Regan’s waist to hold her close. His expression was full of bliss, like he was savoring both women, but then his gaze drifted up to find mine. The corner of his lips turned up in competitive smile. It was adversarial. He might as well have said, “Mine.”

Tara wasn’t. The instinct to defend my territory was hardwired, and the chains snapped taut as I tried to lunge at him.

“Boys,” Joseph said, making a tsk-tsk sound. Which was fucking ridiculous. Silas was at least thirty, like me, and I’d stopped being a boy years ago. It was just a way for Joseph to keep us in our place. He took a few steps until he was right beside my chair. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Him fucking her while you’re in her mouth?”

Was he going to make me regret telling him that?

Tara retreated to catch her breath, and she peered up at me with surprise, her cheek resting against the inside of my thigh. Behind her, Silas was driving hard, and the slap of their bodies made her jolt with each thrust.

I moaned as she took me again, and this time, she seemed to be enjoying it so much, I wondered if she loved it.

“You like it.” Joseph said it like he was throwing it in my face. “You love the way she sucks cock when she’s getting fucked, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. It was getting hard to think, and not coming was taking all of my focus.

He ran his cold fingers down my chest, through the streams of drool I couldn’t stop, and lifted his hand away to show me the glossy strands as they dripped from his fingertips. “You messy fucking thing. You’re going to answer me.”

He grabbed my nipple between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger and squeezed. It burned hot until he began to twist, and it graduated to full, sharp pain. I groaned into the gag, my teeth clenched down on the rubber.

His voice was loud in my ear. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

There was no other answer. I nodded vigorously, slinging more of the embarrassing drool around.

He laughed. “Shit, I love topping men. They’re never as strong as women.” He released his hold, and the pain shot away. “They give in so easy.”

I had no idea how to feel about what he’d just said. The competitor in me wanted to prove him wrong, but bloody fucking hell, that hurt. It had temporarily distracted me from wanting to come, so at least there was that.

Joseph’s attention shifted away like he was done with me for now and settled on Tara. “How about you? You like all that dick in you?”

She moaned approval.

“I bet you do, you slut. I bet you want one in your pussy, and one in your ass.”

Abruptly, she pushed back. “Sir.”

“What is it?” He was displeased she’d spoken out of turn.