Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

g the hardened frame of a man who worked out, often and with weights. He wasn’t too bulky, but he was a slab of defined muscle. Payton had a body to kill for, but so did her future husband. His pants made little noise as he lowered his zipper.

“Look at me,” Joseph commanded, and my gaze swung to him. He opened the handcuffs. “If you want to stop, you say stop. I’ll treat any waits that come from you as check-ins. Understood?”

Did he suspect there’d be things that were going to happen that would have me uttering my famous word? I swallowed a breath and nodded. He moved behind, looming over me, silently waiting for me to offer him my wrists. Having the handcuffs on seemed just as scary as last time, but for a whole different reason. This time I didn’t worry about what he might do, but what I might. The more control I gave him, the more wild I became.

My back straightened as I slipped my wrists behind the chair.

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TWENTY

I fought to hold the tremble at bay. My body was a cage, I told myself. Joseph will set you free.

“Good girl,” he said. The metal snapped on and the jarring noise made me flinch.

On stage, Payton licked her lips. Dominic’s underwear had been pushed down and he clenched his massive, hard dick in one hand, stroking. “You want it?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Yeah? Say it.”

“I want your fucking cock in my mouth.”

“All right.” He seized her head in his hands and drove himself between her lips. She moaned, and greedily took it.

Joseph grabbed the back of his chair and pulled it behind me, so he could sit right up against my back. My handcuffed hands reached out and brushed the soft fabric of his pants and the thigh beneath, but he moved away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

It was the same thing he’d said the night we’d met, when I’d tried so hard to be brave and forward. Just like it did then, his authoritative tone chilled me and made me burn. “May I touch you, Sir?”

“Not yet. I want you to focus on the show.”

I watched the slide of Dominic’s thick cock between her petal-pink lips, his skin glossed with her saliva. Once again, I pressed my knees together, squeezing. Was it normal to be this turned on?

“Jesus,” Dominic groaned. “I love you. So fucking real.”

She moaned and her gaze drifted up to stare at him. The passion reflected in both their expressions stole my breath. Love and desire flooded every inch of the room until there was no escape.

“I want to go down on you, Sir,” I whispered. “Please.”

“I want that too, but we’d miss the main show, and Payton made it sound like this was a one-time deal.” His fingers moved the hair off of my neck so he could set his lips there. Every deep breath he took or brush of his mouth against the delicate skin gave me a fresh wave of goosebumps.

So I sat in the chair with my hands handcuffed behind my back, my head tilted to the side so Joseph could kiss, lick, and bite my neck, all while I watched Payton suck on Dominic’s enormous dick.

I had so much need, there wasn’t any room for shame.

“Okay,” Dominic said abruptly, “that’s enough of that. Are you trying to make me come in your mouth?” He stepped back and . . . was he blushing?

Payton held an evil smile. “You should have let me have my hands.”

He took off his shoes, and pants, tugging off his socks, until he was completely naked. His body was flawless, but at the same time, not perfect to me. Both Dominic and Payton were polished and maintained, her with perfectly sculpted eyebrows and manicured nails, and him with his ridged muscles. I preferred the realness of Joseph.

But I was still a woman with eyeballs. Dominic looked pretty damn good, and on his hip . . . the same black tattoo in Japanese. This couple matched in almost every way possible. He leaned down and undid the knots, rubbing the marks left on her wrists.

“Dominic,” she said, climbing to her feet, her hand instantly on him, stroking and twisting her grip. “I want this inside me. Make the ache go away.”

Dominic’s head swung to us, his eyes narrow. “Joseph thinks he’s seen it all.” He turned back to his fiancé. “Wanna show him what I taught you?”

She frowned. “That’s not how I want it, but . . .” The frown melted away into a smirk. “Yeah. You have my permission.”