Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

As he stood between my thighs, I lay on the table and sucked his finger. I hollowed my cheeks out, while his other hand adjusted its grip on my neck. He was doing it on purpose, I was sure. Keeping me aware of where exactly his calloused palm was.

When my tongue swirled, something appeared to snap in Silas. His posture went tense, and the hand was abruptly gone from my throat. He yanked me up off the table so I was standing on my lust-woozy legs, and spun me in his arms. My hipbones smashed against the unforgiving edge of the table when he shoved me against it. Trapping me between him and the sturdy piece of furniture.

“You want this?” His hard-on dug into my ass and his fingers bit into the skin on the sides of my thighs.

“Yes.” Holy fuck, yes.

“You tell me if it’s too rough,” he said, his tone firm. “Or not rough enough.”

A delicious shiver glanced down my spine, but then all the air evaporated from my lungs when he pulled my elbows behind me. He twisted my arms and pinned my wrists together in the small of my back with one hand and shoved me face down into the wood. My bare breasts crushed against the cold table.

I could feel his free hand working his jeans, and heard his zipper drop. There was rustling as his pants slid down his legs. I tried to squirm out of his hold. My pulse kicked at the realization that I couldn’t break free if I wanted to. I’d have to trust him to stop if I asked for it.

Yeah, right, like that was going to happen. Every inch of my skin was awake and clamoring for his attention.

He used his feet to shove mine further apart, widening my stance. Then, the warm, damp head of his cock was slapped against my ass. His fingers delved in between my thighs and he gave an indecent chuckle. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s dripping down your legs.”

His touch was electric and disruptive. Signals crossed in my brain. I didn’t like the domination, and yet I did, too. Feeling his power got me so fucking hot.

The naked tip of his dick slipped between my folds, and then he rammed hard, impaling me with one swift move. I gasped as my body protested the sudden intrusion. He plunged deep until his hips were pressed against my ass, not giving me time to accommodate him before he began to fuck me.

“Oh,” I moaned. My face twisted with agonizing pleasure. His thick cock thrust with force, slamming me into the table. I jolted and tried to break my arms free, but he tightened his hold and his grip bordered on painful.

I fucking loved it.

He moved at a blistering tempo. So fast, it made him out of breath. Or perhaps it was fucking with nothing between us that had the effect. It felt so good having his skin inside me, where I could feel the defined ridge at the head of his cock, the hard, steel piercing, and every pulse. Fuck, all of it.

I clamped down with my internal walls, milking him as he beat against my hips. The hard slap of bare skin against skin was louder than the angry, fast rhymes spewing from the speakers. Aggression and intensity blanketed us like a thick, dense fog.

“Faster,” I demanded. “Harder.”

Instead, Silas retreated and a sharp crack rang out. It took a solid second for the pain to register. He’d brought his hand crashing down on my ass. I panted as warmth swelled across my skin.

“I’ll fuck you how I want, Regan. I’ll make this pussy come when I’m goddamn ready.”

A nervous but delighted sound bubbled up from inside when he slammed back into me. The hand that wasn’t holding my wrists clenched on my waist so he could hold me steady while pounding away. His movement was so deep inside . . . Christ, so deep. My cheek was flat against the table and I reverberated with each of his furious thrusts, making my sweaty skin stick and pull as I rocked from his motion.

Being with him was freeing. Everything clicked.

I stared across the studio. A canvas was propped against a desk, and I was unsure if it was a project that had been set aside, or one that had been abandoned. I hoped not. Even half complete it was striking. Not quite as much as he was, but intriguing nonetheless.

I groaned with pleasure as he bent his knees and thrust upward, shifting the angle minutely. Just enough to make me tremble and get me reacquainted with an orgasm. There was a sound from him which caused my breath to stop. Like a small burst of air through his lips. Something wet landed on me, rolling down between my ass cheeks.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Had he just spat on me? My pussy clenched at the nasty, dirty idea. And he wasn’t done, either. His goal had been lubrication for the finger that was now probing my valley.

“Yeah, I thought you’d be into this.” His tone was dark. “You want a finger here? Tell me. No, fuck that. Beg me for it in your ass.”

It was so hard to concentrate over the rising bliss. His cock struck my G-spot on each thrust, the metal piercing adding to my enjoyment, and my body was consumed with need. Growing frantic for release.

“Give it to me,” I said. I squirmed against the table, trying to position myself so his finger was as my other entrance.

“What’s the magic word?”

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