Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

“Yeah, girl. You sure you know what you’re doing?”

Not really, but hopefully my words were convincing. “Yeah. Don’t send anyone in here while the camera’s off unless I tell you to.”

I didn’t threaten Julius, but my tone implied there would be hell to pay if he disobeyed this order. If Marquis came in, there wouldn’t be a way to keep whatever I was about to do quiet.

“See me when you’re done.” It was followed by a faint click, announcing Julius had switched off his mic.

Silas waited like a statue, his gaze the only thing moving. It had followed every small circuit I’d made as I paced the room. I had clearance from Julius. The only thing left to deal with was the camera.

“I’m not tall enough,” I said to Silas. “You see that square where it looks like a tile is missing?”

I didn’t have to tell him what to do. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the side of the chair, then climbed onto the seat. His beautifully patterned arm reached up so he could grope a hand into the hole.

My lips pressed together as he withdrew the small camera with the wide angle lens. He studied it for a moment, then glanced over his shoulder, waiting further instructions.

It probably had an On/Off switch, but without a light on the camera, I went with the easiest choice. “Unhook the power cord.”

Silas disengaged it with a soft pop and set the camera back in its nook with the lens pointed away from the room. A weight lifted from my shoulders. Not all of it, but enough so I no longer felt a million pairs of eyes on me. Now there was only Silas’s heavy gaze to labor under.

There was a loud thud as he stepped down off the chair and his expression was curious. “What happens now?”

Chapter

THIRTEEN

It was an excellent question. My new role as client instead of sales assistant was awkward, and I struggled to make the shift. I could do whatever, but what the fuck did I want?

“Sit down.” It came from me more as a request than a demand, and I got the sneaking suspicion that was the reason he lowered to sit in the chair. My focus left him and returned to the platform where my blindfolded prize waited. I’d watched her on the feed at least two dozen times, so I already knew not only what she liked, but what was expected of me.

Tara wanted someone who would guide her through the scene. A Dominant who was powerful yet attentive.

I could be that.

Her chest moved with steady breath, unconcerned. Was there already a level of trust between us? I set my hand on her cheekbone and lowered down, pressing my lips to her damp ones.

Tara answered my kiss eagerly. The muscles in her arms flexed against the restraints as if she wanted to touch me, but couldn’t. I kept the kiss light, setting the tone. This was going to be about pleasure, not connection. When her lips parted and her tongue sought mine, I moved away, taking my mouth down the delicate curve of her neck.

Her knees clamped together. Why was that? An evil smile drew across my lips. Was my innocent kiss turning her on, or was this in anticipation of what was to come? I had theories, and was anxious to test them.

Tara had beautiful, proportional breasts. Tight, pink nipples that hardened perfectly, and called out to be touched, and I did so. My hand on her cheek coursed down over her soft skin, over her chest where I could feel her rapid heartbeat, and onto her warm breast.

“Yes,” she whispered. Her back bent, straining up into my touch.

A power I’d never had flowed through me, taking command. It was shockingly exciting to have this level of control, not just of her, but of both people in the room. Silas’s lust-filled gaze burned into me, watching as I squeezed her flesh and manipulated the sensitive bud. How long would he be able to watch like this? Could I bring him to orgasm without even touching him?

I kept my gaze locked on his as I bent over and ran my tongue on her hardened nipple. She issued a soft moan of encouragement. Silas didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. His eyes clouded with desire, and his hand on the armrest went white-knuckled, blending with the white upholstery.

A dark force inside me, one that had hovered in the shadows, took over. There was no shame in what I was doing, only need. A desire to take this woman right to the brink of ecstasy and then send her tumbling over into it, all while the man in the chair watched.

I grew hot and slick between my legs.

Tara moaned louder when I drew her nipple into my mouth gently grasped it between my teeth, sliding my tongue on it. Her knees rubbed together and the leather beneath her groaned in protest as she shifted.

I released her from my mouth and placed a hand on her knee, working to ease them apart. My hand slid up and down her inner thigh, threatening close to her pussy but not quite there. Goosebumps pebbled on her skin, and she squirmed under my hand. Her reaction made me power-drunk in a heartbeat. I wanted . . . more. More moans from her, more desperation. I wanted to hear her plead and beg.

“Yes.” She gasped it, and I rewarded her. My thumb brushed at her seam, right over her swollen clit. She flinched with what seemed to be pleasure.

Silas inhaled a deep breath and his reaction fed into my power, making it easier to shed the awkwardness I’d felt initially. My thumb stirred a circle and teased, and a tremor flashed up her legs.