Page 77 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

“I like this.” I stood at the side of the bed and ran a hand over her body. In its wake, goosebumps pebbled on her skin. “I can do anything I want to you.”

It was true. Everything I’d marked on my willing list, she had, too. Having that freedom was a gift. Last night had shown us there wasn’t likely to be regret or shame, and now I was eager to try more.

There was one other thing I wanted to limit tonight to give Ruby the full experience. I produced the black blindfold from my bag and crawled onto the bed. I straddled her belly, letting my semi-hard dick rest between her breasts. My erection had faded while I installed the bondage system, but the sight of a nude Ruby, tied down to the bed, had it perking up quick.

I dangled the blindfold on a finger in front of her face. “Yes?”

She smiled and nodded, and it was sexy. She lifted her head so I could slip the bands behind as I settled the fabric over her eyes. I checked to make sure it was positioned so she couldn’t see, and then rose off of her.

Fuck me. I hadn’t seen anything sexier or more inviting in my life. I studied the picture of her bound and blindfolded for a long moment, trying to commit it to memory, right along with the feeling of control flooding me. She was totally at my mercy.

Since she couldn’t see, I emptied out the rest of my bag and set the items on the nightstand so they’d be easily in reach when I was ready for them. The black, cordless vibrator was up first.

She flinched when I turned it on, the soft buzzing noise startling her. Her lips curled into a smile, asking when she already knew the answer. “What’s that?”

It was a small wand massager, but it packed a powerful punch, according to Joseph. I set the speed on low, picked the first vibration pattern it had, and placed the head of the wand against her pussy.

“Oh,” she said as she inhaled sharply.

The hum of the vibrator rang out. Short. Short. Short. Looooong.

Her hips squirmed and she moaned. I used my fingers to spread her open, and pressed the vibrator against her clit as the pattern continued.

“Oh!”

I didn’t need to ask if she liked it. Her body was showing me exactly how much she did. The wand cycled through the pattern only a few times, and she was panting. If I kept it where I was, she’d come quickly, so I took it away.

She sighed. “Did you just have all this stuff at the ready?”

“No. I have a friend who . . .” I wasn’t sure how much to tell her. “He’s into the lifestyle. He’s a Dominant. So we, uh, went shopping this afternoon.”

Even with half her face hidden by the blindfold, I could see her wide grin and pictured her bright eyes. “Oh my God, really? Tell me everything.”

Instead, I moved onto the bed. I used the vibrator on her, touching it against her beautifully pink pussy as I got comfortable, sitting between her open legs. She grew serious in one cycle of the pattern, and another moan slipped from her parted lips.

“Or just do that,” she whispered.

I’d been sure my shopping excursion was going to be painfully awkward, but I’d been wrong. Joseph was professional and business-like about the matter, and had a few free hours to help. If anything, he’d seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps he missed his role at the club. He seemed eager to share his knowledge with me of being a Dom, and interested in training me as a side project.

The idea had appeal.

“My friend, he’s a private man.” Which was true. Although Joseph didn’t have ties to the blindfold club anymore, he was not a fan of the spotlight. News had broken of his engagement soon after Payton’s wedding, and the tabloids had seized on it. They’d tried to build up a scandal, since the daughter of the richest man in Chicago wanted to marry a man fifteen years her senior.

There was certainly scandal involving Joseph, but thankfully the real one hadn’t come out.

Ruby’s jaw clenched for a moment as she drew in a breath. The vibrator against her center made her voice tight with pleasure. “How’d you meet him?”

Not only was I hesitant to talk about Joseph, I wanted Ruby focused on what we were doing right now. I knew she wouldn’t ask any further questions when I answered, “He was a client.”

The vibrator continued to sing its song between her legs. Short, short, short, long.

“Mmm,” she groaned. Her back arched up toward the ceiling and her hands balled into fists. I took the head of the vibrator away, and she slid back down to rest on the bed, exhaling loudly, loaded with frustration.

“We’re going to work on our communication,” I said. When she seemed to have cooled down enough, I returned the vibrator to its home, grinding it on her clit. She whimpered and shifted, and I grinned. “You’re going to tell me how close you are.”

It didn’t take long. Two rounds and her chest was heaving. “I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not.” I shut the wand off and set it aside while I leaned forward, scooping my hands underneath her legs.

She jerked as my mouth made contact with her swollen clit. I licked up and down, side to side, tormenting her. I started slow, and built up until she gasped for air and her legs shook.

“Tell me,” I ordered.

“I’m close.” Her moan was half of a sob. “Kyle, I’m so close.”

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