Page 93 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

Chapter

THIRTY-THREE

RUBY

Noemi Rosso was fresh-faced pretty, and looked even better in person than she did in photos. Of course, she wasn’t usually the focus of those pictures. It was her father who garnered the attention. But damn, did she look young. How old was she again? Early twenties at most.

Her fiancé looked considerably older. Joseph’s hair was so dark it was almost black, and his deep brown eyes matched. His build was similar to Kyle’s. Lean. Broad shoulders. Toned without being overly muscle-bound. I liked the look.

Joseph was late thirties, maybe even forty, and she was in her twenties. His hair was dark, while her long blonde hair hung past her breasts and curled softly at the ends. Joseph’s expression was intense and serious, whereas Noemi’s seemed bright and excited.

The juxtaposition of them worked, each perfectly complimenting the other. And the chemistry between them? It was undeniable. She flashed a smile to Joseph as she followed his command and sat on the blue couch, and he studied her intently the whole way. Examining to see if she was nervous?

I was nervous as hell.

In a good way, but still anxious. I clenched my glass of wine tighter as I made my way to the couch and sat beside her, leaving a few inches of space. Without thought, my gaze went to Kyle. When he nodded, I turned to Joseph, as if I needed to check in, show him I did as instructed, and if my proximity was all right.

It seemed to be. The men joined us, sitting in the chairs that flanked either end of the couch. If someone were to walk in right now, this would all appear normal. We’d seem like two couples having drinks and conversation. Would they sense the sexual tension swirling around us like an invisible fog? It was provocative. Seductive and so fucking powerful it squeezed my lungs.

Only Joseph seemed unaffected. He looked comfortable leaning to one side of his chair with an arm slung over the back, and a glass of wine in hand. Kyle tried to mimic his friend’s posture. Both men watched us expectantly, and Noemi fidgeted with the hem of her dress.

My voice was tinted with nervous energy. “What now? You guys are looking at us like you want a show.” I felt weird and didn’t really want to be on display. It had been one thing to fool around with Leslie years ago. It was dark, I’d been kind of drunk, and Kyle had been right there beside me. He was so far away now.

Joseph took a sip of his wine, then rolled the liquid slowly in his glass. “I’ll take care of the awkwardness in a minute. Do you find Noemi attractive?”

“Yes.” I glanced at her. “You’re very pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said warmly.

“Noemi’s not pretty,” he said, “she’s fucking gorgeous. You should see her when she’s naked.” He took another sip of his wine. So calm and composed. “Would you like to?”

Kyle’s apartment suddenly felt like the inside of an oven, and I was closest to the heating coils. My face warmed, but I pushed my nerves away and spoke honestly. “Yes.”

The edges of Joseph’s mouth turned up into a slight, pleased smile. “Would you like to kiss her?” he said. “Touch her?” His voice went deep and dark. “Fuck her?”

I could barely breathe. “Yes,” I whispered, unable to contain it. “I mean, if she wants to.”

His pleased smile widened. “She already gave me the signal of yes when she sat on the couch.”

I guzzled my wine, hoping it’d make me relax. I was wound as tight as a spring.

“I am not your Sir.” His gaze was focused on me. “But to avoid confusion tonight, you’ll address me that way. Understood?”

Oh, God. I risked a glance to Kyle. A light smile played on his lips, as if he was comfortable with this, and then he nodded. I turned back to Joseph and nodded as well.

“Good. Noemi, put your mouth on her.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Where, Sir?”

“You can kiss her wherever you want.”

I set my empty wine glass down on the table with jittery hands and too much force, so it clanked loudly, and then I rubbed my sweaty palms over my pant-covered thighs. It was a simple word, Sir, but it reverberated in the room.

I looked at Noemi, wondering where this beautiful girl was going to carry out her Dom’s command, and it must have been the opening she needed. She reached out and cupped a hand on the side of my neck as she slid closer. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned in to me.

It wasn’t a conscious thought to meet her halfway, but it happened. Her lips pressed oh-so-softly to mine in a delicate, closed mouth kiss. It was chaste. A tease, and over just as quickly as it had started. Confusion crackled through my mind. These lips didn’t belong to Kyle, yet I wanted more. I sensed everyone in the room wanted more.

There was a sharp inhale of breath from her as I grasped her shoulder and pulled her back to me. This time my mouth sealed over hers, and I gave her just a hint of tongue. A sliver of the full kiss I wanted to share with her.

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