Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“Relax,” I whispered in a soothing voice, and Dominic echoed my words in Japanese. “You might not like it at first, but it’ll feel good.”

I couldn’t see much other than the woman looming over me, but her head lowered until her forehead was in the crook of my neck and her breath hot on my shoulder. The line of her spine drew my gaze up to her cherry-red backside and further to her Master towering over us. Akira’s dark look swept to me, then back to her ass that was presented in the air. He had a hand on the swell of one cheek, and his fingers dug in as his other arm moved. The silver toy began to disappear.

She murmured something as her shoulders tensed, but Dominic didn’t translate. I didn’t ask permission. My hand abandoned its hold on her neck and streamed down over her breasts and taut belly, all the way until it was buried in between her legs.

Yuriko gasped. More hurried words from her, followed by words from Akira. I glanced at Dominic. He was watching me, and the lust in his eyes made my mouth water. Sex clung in the air, stuck to my skin like sweat. I itched with need for Dominic like a junkie who’d gone too long without a fix.

Her skin was hot and wet, so my finger slipped into her easily. She sucked on my neck, and I didn’t fight her when that mouth traveled a steady line upward. Over my jaw, onto my lips. Her kiss was sweet and pleasant, but not what I wanted right now. Dirty. Raw. That was what I wanted. I broke the kiss and fucked her with two fingers. And I could feel the toy in her ass as Akira worked it deeper.

“Arigato,” she cried. He must have gotten it all the way in.

He said something back that sounded soft and like praise. My fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, and sometimes I’d pull them out and rub a circle on the nub just above. Yuriko seemed to like that. She made a quiet mewling sound. Was she going to stay quiet when she came?

Her breathing grew rapid and uneven, and I moved my hands in time with each other. One inside her, curling back in search of her G-spot, my other hand sliding along the length of Dominic’s massive cock. The one I’d been without for what felt like a millennium.

Conversation seemed to be a struggle for Dominic, but I didn’t think he was having a hard time understanding Akira. Yuriko was getting close to orgasm, and it was from what I was doing to her.

“She just asked,” Dominic’s hand stilled mine, probably because he was getting close, “for permission for something.”

Akira’s hands roved over her back like a sensual massage. Her breathing was rapid and crossed into a pant. I hurried my fingers, fumbling them over her flesh, wanting her to get that release she deserved.

Yes, Akira said.

The woman on me convulsed at the word and gave a tremendous sigh, her eyes shut tightly when the orgasm took her. I slowed my hand almost to a stop, but could feel her muscles clenching on my fingers. There was a rush of wetness between my thighs, but everywhere else was going to burst into flames.

She lifted up on shaky arms as Akira’s voice broke the quiet.

“He told her to get off the table and onto her knees.” There was a short exchange, and she sucked in a breath. “She wanted to know if he was going to take that out of her, but he said no. It pleases him.”

She stepped down gingerly off the table with the toy still in her ass, and it was cold when her body was gone from mine. But then Dominic moved. He stepped out of the pants at his ankles, his gaze full of desire and unwavering from mine, and I was right back to being on fire again. Those clear blue eyes were exquisite. There were plenty of beautiful things in this foreign country, but none of them compared to him.

He stood between my legs and bent over me, setting his lips on mine as I arched to push my breasts against his bare chest, my fingertips weaving through his hair. I wrapped my silk-covered legs around his waist, urging him to take me. To own me, even though he already did.

“Hands up,” he whispered with a smile when the kiss ended.

My knuckles skimmed across the smooth wood as I put my hands above my head, expecting him to link ours together. Instead, Japanese came from him, and a warm, large hand closed around my wrists. Akira’s. I tilted my head back to look at him.

I swallowed a breath. His authoritarian stare was on me while the hand not holding my wrists was on Yuriko’s ponytail, guiding her to suck him off. I ripped my gaze away. Watching her go down on him was hot, but those ruthless eyes would incinerate me. Could he feel my pulse racing under his firm grip?

Dominic’s eyes weren’t as ruthless, but there was power and dominance behind them as he straightened over me and set his thumb on my clit. I moaned in satisfaction when he pressed down, grinding the pad of his thumb where I was swollen and sensitive.

“Enough with the fooling around.” I fought to keep my voice from sounding desperate. “I want my reward for being a good girl.”

He grinned, a devious expression spreading across his face. “Yeah? You want it?”

The thumb stayed on my wet skin, toying with my clit, but his other hand clamped around his hard dick just under the head. And he pressed his cock into me. He guided his way until the tip was barely inside, the fist around him stopping it from going any further.

“Come for me. Right now.”

I hadn’t been all that close, and he was only an inch inside, but the thumb . . . and the connection . . . I was doomed.

“Yes, yes . . .” I cried, tipping over into a wave of sudden ecstasy.

I struggled against the hand holding me down, desperate to pull Dominic onto me and get him to plunge all the way inside, but Akira’s hand was too strong. It made the orgasm intense.

“You want some more?”

I gasped for air. I lifted my head up over my heaving chest. Of course I fucking wanted more. He retreated and the fist moved down an inch. One fucking inch. “No, Dominic. More–”