Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

The oaky bourbon slid down my throat, and I took a knee beside her hip. She was trembling, and worry stopped my heart. Oh, shit, had I been too harsh? Had I fucked this up? “You okay?”

Her head hung down until her chin was buried in her chest, and her long curtain of hair draped to the floor. “Yes. God, yes. I don’t know why I’m shaking.”

Relief poured through me, followed by a strange sensation. Not warmth, or strength, and it took a long moment to place. It was power.

And it felt really fucking good.

She was a vision like this. Sex on display. Waiting for me.

There was a flinch when I set my glass on the flat spot of her lower back, directly centered between her hips.

“Oh shit, that’s cold!”

“Quiet. That bottle of bourbon was expensive,” I said. “I’m trusting you to stay still as I do this, and not waste any of it.”

She seemed to solidify, eager to meet my challenge.

I anchored myself by putting my left hand on her hip. “Are you ready?”

Chapter

TWENTY-ONE

Of course I didn’t leave Ruby any time to answer my question. I brought my hand crashing against her, and the slap of my palm against her skin was loud. The sound

seemed to register to her before the sting, and the amber liquid sloshed inside the glass, sending the ice cubes rattling noisily.

The next spanking I approached from the side. I slapped so that I swatted across the cheek, and quickly swung back the direction I’d just come, gripping a handful of her pink skin to keep her hips from rocking away from the blow and tipping my drink. The sight of my fingers clenching the perfect, round globe of her ass was sexy.

“Fuck,” she whispered. Her palms were flat against the ground, but her fingers were bent, as if trying to dig into the rug. She wasn’t shaking anymore. She held perfectly still.

“Good girl,” I said, picking up the drink and taking a sip. Condensation had begun to form on the sides, so it left a glistening water ring on her skin. I made sure to set my drink back in the same place. Breath left her in a quiet hiss at the cold.

I spanked her again. And again.

We made a song with our sounds. My hand would smack, the ice would clatter in the glass, and sighs of satisfaction came from her. I didn’t let up until her skin was flushed red and moans fell from her mouth like a waterfall.

I’d stop occasionally to savor my bourbon along with her reaction. I was in awe of how she enjoyed it. Thrilled at how much I liked giving her what she hadn’t experience before. She’d been too afraid to ask for it, but always craved this. If she could trust me to take command of her desires, how long would it take for her to trust me with her heart?

The thought was so distracting, I brought my hand down on her too low, and my fingertips connected with her swollen clit. She yelped with surprise and jolted, making the glass tip forward onto its side. As it rolled off and dropped to the carpet with a thud, ice and the last sip of bourbon dribbled on her back. It snaked glistening lines over her curves and dripped off her sides.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” She pushed back so she was sitting on her heels, sending the ice speeding down her back like a luge. The cubes bounced on the rug and skittered across the hardwood.

I put my hand between her shoulder blades and wiped downward, smearing away the wetness of my drink. She was silent as I collected the ice cubes in the glass, but her head turned to watch me. As I met her gaze, her head snapped forward, as if unsure she had permission to even look at me. Her hands rested on her thighs, and once again, she simply waited for my next directive.

Did she even know she’d assumed the perfect submissive pose?

“Stay exactly like that.” It came out gruff, not because of her, but at my annoyance of having to leave her for a single second.

My feet pounded the floor into my kitchen, and I moved with precision. The glass was abandoned in the sink. New tumbler pulled down. More ice. Three fingers of bourbon this time.

I hadn’t wanted to leave, but coming back to her waiting like this made it all worth it. Her tiny toes peeked out from beneath her pink stained bottom. The length of her spine called my gaze upward. I could easily undo the bra band and set her magnificent tits free, but I liked teasing both of us.

Ice tinkled in my glass, alerting her to my presence, and her posture straightened.

“You’re going to play with yourself,” I said, “while I watch and finish my drink.”

Ruby put a hand on the floor and tried to stand, but I was ready to stop her with a firm grip on her shoulder. She peered up at me, stunned. “Here?” Her gaze flitted to the bed. “I thought—”