Page 59 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

She grasped my arm and let me haul her to her feet, and I descended on her. I groped, dove my hands under her bra straps and tore them down over her shoulders as my mouth sealed over hers. Our tongues tangled with each other.

She was greedy for the kiss I’d denied her before, and I matched her urgency. Our lips moved together, fucking each other’s mouth. Our kiss was hot, wet, and dirty. But I needed my mouth on her flesh that I’d kept hidden from myself.

I missed the taste of her skin.

She’d barely unhooked her bra before I hurled her onto the bed, receiving a sound from her like “omphf.” She scrambled backward, making room for me to join her or climb on top of her naked body. Being fully clothed while she was completely bare was a way for her to see my domination. She was exposed and vulnerable, in theory. However, in actual practice, her gorgeous naked body made me weak.

My shoes came off in a hurry, thudding to the floor, followed immediately by my socks.

I placed one hand on the bed beside her, a knee between her parted legs, and leaned down so I could bury my face in her tits. So soft, warm, and delicious. She smelled like sugar and vanilla. I circled my tongue over her hard nipple then flicked it back and forth.

Soft cries echoed in my ears when I squeezed her breast with a firm hand, bit down, and drew away, pulling her nipple with my teeth. Ruby’s fingers were in my hair, raking gently down my neck, tugging at my sweater.

“Kyle,” she whined with so much need, it was like she was aching. Desperate for me.

I reached behind my back, grabbed a fistful of wool, and yanked both the sweater and undershirt off in one swift move, hurling them to the floor. Then I was right back on her, sucking, licking, and nibbling. I nipped a line from one breast to the other while she squirmed and tried to grind her lower body against my stomach, determined to get friction against her pussy.

Wedging my hand between our bodies, I moved my fingers down until I made contact with her clit. A bolt of lightning must have gone through her. She arched up violently, her head flung back, and she nearly knocked my teeth together.

“Oh!”

I grinned to myself and put the hard bud between two fingers. She was slick and trembling, and her moans swelled as I forked my fingers back and forth. Giving her some pleasure, but not all of it.

“I want your fingers inside me.” It was so rushed, it was a blur of words.

“What?” I teased. This time I circled the pads of my fingertips, delivering maximum sensation and unleashing an enormous sigh from her. My tone was evil. “These fingers?”

“Yes,” she hissed. Her nails clawed into my back.

As I speared my middle two deep inside her pussy, I clamped my lips tight around her nipple and sucked hard enough to hollow my cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck!” Her hands flew over her head and she gripped fistfuls of the comforter while her hips lifted off the bed. “Oh, God, yes.”

It rang out like a sob of relief and shot straight to my dick. Lust for her clouded my thoughts, and pent-up tension tightened my muscles until they were cords pulled taut. I pumped once, then twice, curious how high up off the bed she’d go to try to keep my fingers inside her. Her face twisted like she was in agony, but it clearly wasn’t.

I had no choice but to leave her dangling on the cusp of orgasm. I wasn’t trying to be cruel, but I wanted us to find that moment of pleasure together. It was a partnership, after all. When I withdrew my fingers, she collapsed on the comforter and glared daggers at me.

The bed rocked gently as I backed off and put my hands on my belt.

Ruby’s anger shifted to delight as I unlatched the buckle, and her delight froze as I pulled the belt free from the loops with a sliding noise. In a heartbeat, she had her knees closed and was propped up on her elbows, anxiety painting her face.

I raised an eyebrow. “You marked this on your list.”

She swallowed a breath and seemed to falter. “I did.”

Her apprehension was obvious as I folded the belt in half, but I steeled my voice. “On your stomach.”

Could she see in my eyes what I was trying to communicate? Trust me, Ruby. I’m not going to hurt you. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly rolled over. Her arms stretched out before her as she pressed her face against the comforter, bracing for a lashing.

I undid the button of my jeans, unzipped, and tugged everything down, stepping out of my pants while holding the belt. My dick bounced painfully free, so hard I didn’t even want to stroke it. I stared at her lying across my bed, her body parallel to my headboard, and I let the end of the belt drop free from my grip.

My goal tonight wasn’t to check this box off her list, but to keep her guessing. “Your ass is starting to lose the color I put on it. Can’t have that.”

She took in a shuddering breath, but didn’t protest. Her willingness was crazy, and I was dizzy from the level of trust and power she handed to me. It almost made me break.

For the second time, I ordered myself to focus.

I slapped my hand on her ass, and even though this one was less intense than any of the others I’d given her, she jolted more than ever, expecting the bite of leather. She pulled her elbows toward her shoulders and pushed up on her bent arms, turning over her shoulder to look at me with surprise.

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