Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

The truth was I hadn’t gotten into any of the heavier BDSM with props. That was all about trust and building a relationship with your partner, which was something I refused to do. But I was curious about it. And for the first time, there was an option in front of me. If he was willing, why couldn’t Dominic and I learn something new together? Teach each other a lesson?

“I’m interested in it,” I admitted, “but that’s a new area for me, too.”

His hand withdrew from me and caressed down my thigh to behind my knee. It was so he could raise my leg and set my foot on the shower ledge, opening me wide to him. The porcelain squeaked when he lumbered down onto his knees in front of me.

“Any thoughts on the word?” He braced a hand on the inside of my thigh and pressed me open, using the thumb of his other hand to pull back the hood on my clit. There was only a hint of that tongue, but on my exposed, sensitized skin it was a shock and I jerked.

“Jaguar.”

He chuckled and the rumble wafted up through the steam. It faded away, and the tongue danced over me once again.

I gasped and my knees went weak. “Your safe word?”

“Do I need a safe word? I’m a lot bigger than you.”

Sure, it’d be easy for him to stop me with those thick, powerful arms, but . . . “It’s not about that. It’s a kill order. Everything’s supposed to stop. And, what if I want to tie you up?”

“Good luck there. I like being able to use my hands.” To prove his point, he buried two fingers deep inside my pussy, all the way to the knuckles. “But, it’s fine. I’ll use the same word.”

Of course he would. I might have been annoyed, except that hand . . . And that mouth . . . Fuck.

The visual of him kneeling before me, the water beating down on his back, running off of him through the deep valley of his spine only intensified the desire and ache in me. I was ready to succumb to the flutter of his warm tongue over my swollen flesh in a crescendo that was going to be very, very loud.

“Do you want to come for me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you need to come? Are you so fucking desperate for it?”

My breath hung in my throat as I recognized the pattern from before. “Yes.”

His mouth resumed fucking me for another amazing thirty seconds, and he pulled back completely as I clung at the edge of climax. Anticipation crawled over my skin. Everything was hyperaware of what he was about to say next. His hooded eyes pinned mine. The expression darkening his face was beyond authority.

“Then come for me. Right now.”

Thankfully I slapped a hand over my mouth as I tipped over the edge and the tremble seized every muscle, locking me up. I screamed against my palm, my back arching from the wet tile. Hot ecstasy sped through my veins like liquid fire. It felt so, so good.

As I floated back down into reality, Dominic had an enormous grin on his face. Thrilled with himself. And why not? He’d gotten me to come on command with much less workup this time around. I wouldn’t have believed it was possible, and now he’d done it twice.

“You,” he said, rising to his feet and towering over me, “have no idea how insane it makes me listening to that. I’m going to be hearing that scream in my head the rest of the day.”

I set a hand in the center of his chest, although I didn’t know why. I liked touching him. Then his lips collided with mine. Touching was nice and all, but I liked kissing him better.

It became a morning ritual. The alarm clock would sound, and strong but gentle arms pulled me to the shower. I was more than willing.

I was fucking addicted.

By the time the weekend hit, I was in big trouble. I’d been so worried about him getting attached that I was too blind to see what was really going on. I’d been the one to do it. Me.

We’d fallen into a comfortable schedule. He’d go to work and I’d go

out and explore the city, armed with my English train map. First, I did temples, gazing at the tiered towers and taking tours to learn about the fascinating history. Then, it was lush gardens full of delicate trees and meticulously groomed landscaping. Dominic brought dinner home late after work some nights, and other times we’d go out.

There was a gym in the basement of the apartment building, and on Friday evening we worked out together. Well, it consisted of me running on a treadmill and him lifting weights, but I sure enjoyed the show. I didn’t need the treadmill to get my heartrate up. And once we were done downstairs, he gave me a thorough workout upstairs, too.

Couch sex, check.

Saturday morning I rolled out of bed and padded out into the living room, wearing my tank top and boxer shorts, my hair disheveled from the sexcapades the night before, but it wasn’t a big deal. I was hoping to Skype with Evie, and she’d certainly seen me in a greater state of undress.