Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

He’d been sitting the night I’d put on a show for him at the club, so I thought it was appropriate to do the same. I tucked my skirt beneath me as I sat in the loveseat opposite the couch, giving me a perfect view.

The second knot was tugged closed, the silk slipping against itself with a quiet “Vrrrp.”

Silas righted himself. He peeled out of his suit jacket and tossed it on the coffee table, then pulled off his shoes and socks. Those skilled, artistic fingers undid the buttons of his dress shirt until it fell open, but he didn’t shed it. Instead he left it to tease me with glimpses of his artwork.

Tara waited patiently, keeping her gaze on her knees. Was she wondering what he was going to do? I was curious as well.

He sat back and pivoted so he could lie sideways on the couch. His hand went to her shoulder. “On your back.”

They were by the armrest, though, and as she moved, he dipped an arm beneath her, helping her lower until her shoulder blades were against the armrest. He supported himself on an elbow, his back pressed against the back of the couch, and his gaze snared mine.

We stood at the edge of the precipice, our deep breaths synchronizing together, and then we jumped.

His hand shoved her knee aside, and her foot fell to the floor. It opened her to him, and his fingers trailed quickly along the inside of her thigh. Silas never dropped eye contact with me. I wasn’t focused on his hand, it was all on his expression, but I could sense the fingers. I could feel them moving along her skin as they crept right between her thighs, touching her where I was hot and wet and throbbing.

“Mmm,” she moaned with her lips flattened together. His fingers stirred over her clit. Her next moan was longer and deeper.

Perhaps he watched me to gauge my reaction, but I believed something else was going on. Silas wanted the connection with me as he brought her pleasure. I licked my lips. He’d barely touched her and already I felt parched and starved.

“Again,” I commanded him.

This time his fingers rolled several tiny circles. Her biceps tensed, and a devious smile bowed on my face. Her instinct was to touch herself or position his hand where she wanted it, but she was bound and couldn’t.

“What?” he teased her, picking up on the same thing. “Did you need something?”

Holy hell, his evil tone turned me on. She gasped as he manipulated her clit, twisting the bud of flesh between his fingers.

I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands while I watched. If I touched myself, I worried I’d come quickly, and I wasn’t ready for it. I liked to delay and draw out my pleasure just as I’d done to her in the club. But watching Silas touch her and the way she was writhing in his arms was almost too much to bear.

Her lips rounded into an O when his middle finger pressed inside.

“What does she feel like?” I asked, my voice hurried.

“Her pussy’s on fire.” He kept those silver eyes pointed at me as he licked one of her erect nipples. “She’s squeezing on my finger like she wants to come.” His finger retracted and slipped back inside. “Is that what you want, Tara?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Sir.”

His tone was firm. “No, it’s too soon.”

God, it was like we shared a mind.

His pink tongue swiped over her breast, causing her to tremble. “You don’t get to come until you’re begging for it. You’ll use words, but that won’t be enough. I won’t let you come until you’re too far gone to find any words. I only want this body to beg.”

And . . . that was it. I shoved my hand between my legs and massaged the ache.

He did exactly what I had done, edging her. First with one finger, then with two. His mouth closed on her nipple and sucked until his cheeks hollowed. Her squirming grew desperate.

“Please,” she whispered even when we all knew it was futile. His white teeth gleamed at me when she gasped her second cry, begging in a raw voice.

Instead, he gave her three fingers. Pleasure rolled along my nerve endings, not just at the visual of half his hand inside her, but at the memory of how good the stretch felt. How much I enjoyed the sensation of being so full.

He looked amazing.

His powerful arm flexed with each thrust, making her body recoil on each impact, sending her breasts swaying. Tara panted with her eyes closed. Her hips undulated on the fingers, and her knees shook.

I didn’t submit. My programming was off; I was wired wrong. Yet I was struck powerfully with the thought that if I’d ever allow true domination, it’d be with this man. Because I cared so deeply for him, if he needed it . . .

The pitch of Tara’s breathing changed and turned frantic like someone had flipped a switch. Her shoulders tensed. Soft whimpering noises rumbled and pleaded. He’d pushed her farther and longer than I had, and I was sure his reward would be greater. The moment she came undone was crystal clear. Tara couldn’t form words. The only thing going on in her mind was the desperate, primal ne