Page 58 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

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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—”

“No.” My tone was strict. “You think you’ve earned the privilege of getting in my bed, after spilling my drink?”

Tonight was as much of a performance as closing arguments in a jury trial could be.

There was a battle going on in her head. The war between the lawyer who wanted to argue the spilled drink was not her fault but mine, and the submissive who wanted to be good and please. Her chest lifted as she sucked in a breath, and she slowly pressed her hand between her legs.

Fuck, yes.

“On your back,” I ordered. “Your head toward me.”

Even the way she moved was sexy. Her hands slipped under her hair and she spread it out like a puddle of silk around her. I stood with my feet parallel to her shoulders, peering down at her as she stared up at me. Her knees were up and together, her feet flat on the carpet.

I put my glass to my lips and drew the cold liquid in, letting it linger on my taste buds before swallowing it down. Then I demanded it in a voice which only seemed to come out with her. Dark, and absolute. “Spread.”

Her back bowed upward as she stepped her feet apart. My gaze didn’t waver from hers, and although I couldn’t see everything she was doing to herself, it didn’t matter. Her expressive face gave it all away. Pleasure turned her eyes a darker shade of blue.

My command was to play with herself, but I didn’t say where specifically, and it pleased me she understood the distinction. One of Ruby’s hands slid down her stomach and between her legs, while the other rubbed over her lace-covered breasts. She teased and plucked at her nipples while the hand below her waist stirred, and I enjoyed from my high vantage point. How sharp the points of her nipples were, and how wet and ready her pussy was for me.

It was crazy how powerful I felt with her lying at my feet, writhing before me. How did I get this lucky?

The plan was to finish my drink, but when her fingers slipped inside her bra to grip her breast, I couldn’t wait any longer. I set my glass down with a loud bang and reached out, offering to help her up. “Fuck, come here.”

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