Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“So, that’s a soft limit.” He sat back on his heels, working the wand against me. Up and down. Left, then right. It’d pass over the exact spot I needed it, giving me a hit of pleasure and then moved off, just to the side. Toying with me.

“No,” I whined, when he pulled the vibrator away.

“Tell me where you want it.” Joseph swiped his fingers down through my valley and I jolted at his touch. My heartbeat was pulsing between my legs, hardest right inside my clit. “You want it here, little girl? Right on this pretty, wet cunt?”

I considered it the most obscene word in the English language. I hated it, and couldn’t stop my face from twisting into a scowl. “Don’t.”

“Oh, baby girl, this is what I do. I’m going to push. Now say it.”

“Please . . .” Already I could feel the orgasm slipping away.

“Please, what? You want this on your cunt, or you don’t want me to make you say it?”

“Yes,” I said.

Oh, no. The hum on the vibrator cut off and it thumped onto the mattress beside me. He moved so quickly, I gasped. In a blink he was kneeling beside my hip and shoved me over onto my stomach. Above me, the handcuff chain twisted around the rail.

I heard the smack of skin against skin before it registered in my brain. The biting pain shot from my backside up my spine, and dissipated, but it had been intense and stole my breath.

“Why did I do that?” he demanded.

I swallowed. “Because I didn’t say Sir.”

His hand rubbed my hot skin tenderly. “How was that? If I hit you harder next time, could you handle more?”

I tried to evaluate the pain, but his touch now felt like pleasure and left me confused. I’d . . . holy shit. “Yes. I liked it.”

Shame flooded through me and I pressed my face against the pillow.

“No.” His voice was commanding. “You’re not allowed to feel guilty about that. As long as you’re mine, you never feel shame about what we do.” His hands slipped under my body and he turned me in his arms so I was face-up again. He brushed hair out of my eyes, and I’d never craved anything like his touch. Soft or hard, rough or gentle, it didn’t matter.

“Kiss me, please,” I said, my voice breaking on the final word. “Oh, God, please fucking kiss me, Sir.”

He gave me a stunned smile. “That wasn’t the begging I was looking for, but it definite

ly works.” He lowered his mouth to mine and I felt the electricity snapping around us, seeping in through our skin. My hands tried to reach for him, and were met with the restraint of hard metal. His kiss made me crazy and weak, and I tried to chase him when he pulled away.

“You’re going to say it, Noemi.” He picked the vibrator back up, and moved to kneel between my legs again, ignoring my frustrated sigh. “Submit.”

Holy hell, why not just douse me in hot oil? I felt every inch of my body burst into flames at his command.

It was just a word that I’d given too much emphasis to anyway. I raised my head and peered at him over my bare breasts to spy him positioned between my bent knees. “I want it on my cunt.”

Unexpected power surged and swept me away. Demanding what I wanted, using such language . . . I felt strong and alive.

This smile wasn’t like his others. Whatever power I’d felt, it was only a fraction of what he seemed to. Joseph’s dark gaze emptied my mind. Pleasing him was shockingly sexy. The hum that resumed was mere noise.

“Oh . . .” Now I was aware the frequency of the buzzing was a higher pitch. The change in speed brought new ripples of bliss with it, building me right back up to the precipice.

“Are you ready to come?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes.”

The wand pushed down hard, grinding against me when Joseph pushed my knees together, trapping it tight between my thighs. What—

“Oh, shit. Shit!” I cried.

His arms hugged my thighs, holding them closed, while I went on sensory overload from the vibrating mass between my legs. I wanted to escape, but his hold was too strong. It felt so good. Too good. And orgasming like this, with him holding me and trapped under his demanding eyes was like be thrown into the sun.