Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

“My knees.”

Realization washed down him, and he turned deadly serious. “Silas, stop.”

Silas pulled back, and as Joseph helped her to stand, he did the same with Regan, then yanked his pants up to sit low and undone across his hips. There were angry red marks on her knees. The position had been hard to hold, and she was smart to protect her body. Irritation simmered in my chest. What if she had gotten injured? He could have put her dancing in jeopardy, when she was finally getting traction.

“Are you okay?” He sounded deeply concerned.

She stretched her legs out, one and then the other. “Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”

Cautious relief glanced through him. “You’re sure?” When she nodded, he placed a hand on her arm. “Thank you for telling me.”

In a strange way, it felt good to see that beneath the overbearing dominant, he was fallible. Human.

He must have pushed the reset button, though, because his strict persona snapped back into place. He flung a hand at the table. “Silas. Everything off and on your back. Knees at the edge of the table.”

The room waited with bated breath as this was done. Was everyone else wondering Joseph’s next move, as I was? He picked up the vibrator and the bottle of lube off the floor, handing the lube to Regan, and the vibrator to Tara.

“Put that away and then you’ll get on Silas. Face the door when you do it.”

Meaning he wanted her to ride him reverse cowgirl. I dry swallowed, since all my saliva was running the opposite direction and down my chin. I watched as his plan was carried out. And when it was done, the image of Tara sliding down on him, her tits bouncing with the impact, was seared in my mind.

Joseph didn’t let them do this for more than a minute. He doled out more instruction, this time to Regan. He put her in charge of final preparations.

The plug was removed from Tara, and Regan disappeared from view behind the table to put it away. Lube was applied, and Silas grunted as his girlfriend stroked her fist down over the condom, coating him.

The end of the table looked to have drawers too, but they weren’t. Joseph bent, grabbed a silver handle, and pulled it out, revealing it was a step. When Regan finished cleaning off her hand with a wipe she’d pulled from a dispenser, she climbed up.

With her heels on, it made her nearly level with Tara.

I was dizzy with desire as the women kissed, and it was vertigo as Regan helped ease Tara’s ass down on Silas’s thick cock. It looked like a lot to take, and she went slow, aided by Regan.

The table was a symphony of moans, and Joseph stood to the side, listening and admiring.

Blood surged through my veins. My heart ran at breakneck speed. It was a decadent, filthy display, and I was torn between wanting to watch and being desperate to join them. Regan was still fully dressed in her skirt, blouse, and heels, lording over the naked couple fucking in front of her on the table.

She threaded her hands through Tara’s hair and nipped at her neck. Silas had his hands on Tara’s ass, forcing her to rock her hips and ride him. She swayed and rolled with his thrusts, and her unfiltered gaze somehow found mine.

Was I projecting, or was she looking at me like she wanted me to join them too?

I wasn’t imagining it, because Joseph picked up on it as well. He undid the buckle at the back of my head, and I spat the gag out, beyond grateful to have it gone. As I ran my tongue over my lips, he continued to release me. He tugged at the

Velcro around my left wrist, and it tore open with its scratchy rip, setting my hand loose.

First thing I did was wipe off my chin with the back of my hand, as Joseph released the other.

Second, I fought every desire in me to leap out of the chair. I sat impatiently waiting. He’d undone the handcuffs, but he hadn’t set me free. Not yet.

“I think she’s ready,” he said quietly. He pulled a condom from his pocket and threw it at me. “That’s all you’re wearing when you get up there.” His eyes were hard and nearly black. “Don’t fuck this up.”

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Tara

I allowed myself, just for a moment, to imagine what it would be like if Grant joined us. It was all in my head, a safe place away from my heart. I pictured his mouth on my tits while Regan’s was on my neck. His fingers sliding inside me while Silas fucked my ass. Three people all focused on me at once.

I shivered.

Joseph’s voice broke through the fog. “Regan. It’s Grant’s turn.”