Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

His teeth skimmed the pulse pounding in my neck. The climb toward another orgasm began, tugging me upward, and this one threatened to be epic. I panted and moaned. My hands clutched at his suit jacket while Dominic drove into me.

What would we look like if one of his coworkers stumbled upon us? Dominic’s ass was only half covered by those boxers and my boots were locked at the ankles around his back. Would the man run off? Would he stay and watch? Fuck, the idea turned me on.

“Are you close?” Dominic asked.

I nodded. “I’m gonna come all over you.”

Abruptly his rhythm slowed and his voice was harsh. “No, you’re not.”

My eyes popped open in alarm. What just happened?

“You’ll come,” he said, “when I tell you to, and only when I tell you to.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit. I don’t know if I’d ever heard anything hotter in my whole life. My ass was cold in the briny ocean air as he thrust deep and hard, and I held my pleasure at bay for him. The quiet, repetitive thud of my backside thumping against the hollow metal container sounded vaguely like industrial work and not Dominic pounding into me and making me quiver at the edge.

His hands dug into my ass, tightening. Oh, he was getting close.

“Do you want to come?”

I sobbed my reply with a noise of twisted need. Then, panic. “It’ll be loud.”

He slammed into me, pinning me against the wall and my legs clamped around him to hold on. His rough hand slid across my mouth and covered it to silence my impending scream.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Right now.”

I groaned against his palm while my whole body shuddered, my pussy clenching at his cock. The orgasm burned up from my legs until I was completely engulfed in flames.

“You,” he said on a broken breath, “are mine.”

Everything focused in on him and forced the orgasm to last a lifetime. I would have screamed, but he held his hand firm on me. Kept me quiet, all the way through his own orgasm. Inside me, he jerked again and again. Dominic was going to ruin me. No man would ever take me like this. Possess me as he did. And in this moment, I didn’t give a fuck.

His lips slipped over mine, pressing gently in a sultry kiss. My head spun. His effect over me strengthened every time we did this.

“I thought you were going to say no,” he whispered.

He helped me down off of him, but I had to take a moment to recover, leaning against the wall as my skirt fell back into place. Dominic hurried to do up his pants, dusted off his coat, and slipped an arm in the sleeve.

I felt out of control, but, happy. “Well, I haven’t been to the Imperial Palace yet.”

A smile broke out on his face. “Oh, of course.”

There was a rumble from beyond the wall of containers and Dominic’s face turned serious. He again glanced at his bare wrist, then dug his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.

“Hey . . .” His arms circled my waist.

I understood. “Let me guess, take your girlfriend to work day is over.”

His eyebrow notched up, like he was amused. “Unfortunately, it is. Do you remember which stop you need to get off at when you take the train back?”

“Yeah.?

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His forehead was warm against mine. “Thank you.”

“For the fuck?” I teased. “No, thank you.” I didn’t want to talk about what he was really thanking me for. It was scary how quickly I’d agreed to stay.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a knowing smile. “I’ll walk you back, and then I’m going straight to my office to reschedule your ticket.”