Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

The warm mouth was gone and the bed shifted. On my stomach, he used a finger to trace a large circle. Then a line down my center. A diagonal to the line and back again. He’d spelled the letters O and K and now he traced a question mark.

I nodded quickly as an aftershock of that amazing climax rippled through.

The headphone pulled to the side.

“Again?” he asked.

I nodded vigorously, and heard him chuckle, but it died when the headphone snapped back into place.

He started above my left ankle this time, and it wasn’t a rubber band. This was like a crop or a switch. Its crack against my skin was sharp and focused, and it stung harder after, but he’d turned up the intensity on the vibrator and teased me longer. His second strike was above my knee, and I inhaled sharply.

“Fuck,” I tried to say, in both pain and pleasure. As the ache from the impact faded, an intense wave of bliss moved in and took its place. That tremor in my body was going to shake me to pieces when I felt the switch against my clit, preparing for the final strike. I couldn’t breathe. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit . . .

I screamed as the switch left and then snapped back against my flesh. I jerked hard and this time I didn’t come. It was delayed until Dominic’s tongue flicked my clit and he plunged a finger inside me, deep to my G-spot.

I bowed

off the bed, unable to stay still as something beyond ecstasy took control. There was no thought. Only pleasure and heat, and him. Thrusting his finger and sucking me while I went out of my mind. I was floating above my body, weightless.

He put a hand on the center of my chest and urged me to lie back down, and once again, the hand traced the O around my bellybutton, followed by the K and his question mark. Goosebumps lifted off my skin. Everything tingled.

The headphone pulled away.

“Are you okay? Payton?” He sounded panicked, and hearing that ripped me from my subspace and back to reality.

I nodded. I would have smiled if I could. It had been intense.

There was a sigh of what was probably relief from him right before everything went silent again. He tugged at the chain between the handcuffs, bringing my arms down by my waist, and then a hand scooped under my shoulder, guiding me to sit up.

It was time to take a break, I guess.

Nope, wrong. He cupped my breast with a firm hand. Something small nipped and latched onto my erect nipple. It was cold and felt like metal, compressing my flesh between its jaws. Beneath my blindfold, my eyes fluttered open and went wide. Nipple clamps. Jesus, was he going all in with the BDSM stuff? Not that I was complaining, but what else did he have planned for tonight?

The bite sharpened another degree and my shoulders straightened as he got right up on the edge of pain. Then, the bed moved as he sat on the other side and did the other breast. Again, adjusting the clamp until I gave him a signal that I’d reached my limit on the tension. The chain that dangled between the clamps hung heavy between my aching breasts.

The sharp knots of my nipples were so sensitive I could feel the touch of his warm breath over them. The gentle brush of his fingertips made me moan. I figured I’d like this stuff, but I had no idea how much I was going to like it. The inferno of need was building again.

The headphone came off my ear and was set to the side. “Get up on your knees,” he commanded. “Turn and face the wall.”

I bent my legs and slid them beneath me, rising up and turning with his hand on my shoulder. The chain swung and the sensation was a blurred line of pleasure and pain.

“Lean forward and put your hands on the headboard.”

Dominic’s hand skimmed down my arm and guided me to the wall. This position was awkward. I had the palm of one of my hands against the headboard and the tennis ball clutched in the other, and my back was arched as I bent forward, my ass in the air. The chain between the clamps was heavier in this position, too.

“Stay exactly like this.”

I wanted the headphones gone so I could focus on that throaty, gravel voice I loved.

“Next time you count them out loud, but tonight you count in your head.”

The headphone was put back in place and for a split second I thought about using my shoulder to knock them off my ears. No. If I did that, he was likely to stop, and I was way too into it. A warm hand settled in the small of my back and I felt his thigh against mine like he was kneeling to the side of me. What was I supposed to count?

A hand smacked my ass and I sort of laughed. He hadn’t spanked me any harder than he’d done the few times before. Given everything else we’d done tonight, this seemed so tame and playful.

That’s because it was one. Two was less playful. Maybe laughing had been a bad idea. Three. Four. I sobered completely when I realized what was happening. As his spankings got harder, my body flinched and this made the chain sway, tugging painfully on my nipples. I had to hold still.

Five. Six. I swallowed hard as the skin on my ass began to burn. The slap of his open hand seared across my skin. Seven. I jumped on the eighth one, and the hand in the small of my back pressed down, commanding me to stay still. Nine. It stung, but I fought against it. I wanted to do this.