Page 78 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

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TWENTY-EIGHT

I didn’t stop my tongue, but I slowed my movements. I worked it over her bundle of nerves in unhurried strokes, all while Ruby whined. The goal was to take her right to the edge then back her down from it, over and over again, until she was begging.

I dipped my tongue all the way inside and fucked her with it, before I licked upward and nuzzled.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come!”

“Don’t you dare,” I ordered, lifting my mouth away. I ran my hands sensually over her body, massaging and touching.

She shivered as she reluctantly stepped back from her orgasm. Her word was almost silent, a ghost. “Please.”

“No.” I turned the vibrator back on, set it between her breasts, and slowly traced it downward. She knew where it was going, but I wasn’t in a rush to get there. I wanted every inch I got closer to fill her with more nervous anticipation. “Give me a safe word.”

She swallowed a breath as the vibrator crossed over her belly button. “I need a safe word?”

“No might come out of you soon when you don’t mean it. Humor me.”

“I can’t think.” The vibrating head of the wand was only a few inches from its destination. It crept lower, lower still, until . . . “Oh, God. Michael Bublé.”

The laugh halted in my lungs. “Michael Bublé,” I repeated. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“New Year’s Eve,” she hissed, enduring the pleasure I was inflicting on her.

My free hand was resting on her knee, and it clenched instinctively. The slow dance and the kiss. This was a good sign.

“Okay.” Hopefully she couldn’t hear my excitement over the hum of the machine. “I’ll stop if you say stop. Or Michael Bublé.”

Her breathy word was sarcastic. “Great.”

“Getting close again?” I changed the pattern to a steady pulse, and she groaned. “Tell me when you’re about to come.”

She said nothing, but her body betrayed her. The muscles low on her stomach flinched and quivered, so I spread her folds open with my fingers, exposing her clit, and tapped the vibrator against it.

Her frustrated whimpers got me hot. Even though her ankles were cuffed, she could still move her knees inward, and she tried to close herself off to me. I put a hand on the inside of her thigh and pushed it open, giving her correction.

“Shit,” she blurted out. “Fuck, make me come.”

“No, no, no, Ruby.” I kept tapping at her, giving her a hit of pleasure and then pulling it away. “We’re just getting started.”

Was her expression horror?

For the next twenty minutes, I mixed it up. I used the vibrator, my tongue, and my hand, or any combination of the three, to edge her. She stopped communicating with words after the first ten, devolving into grunts and moans. Some were pleasure, but most were frustration.

It wasn’t like I enjoyed watching her suffer, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t like the power trip. I had two fingers inside her pussy and the vibrator against her clit when I brought her dangerously close. I could feel her internal walls trying to milk my fingers for enough satisfaction to push her over, so I pulled out swiftly and shut off the vibrator, dropping it beside her hip.

“No!” she cried. I slapped those same damp fingers against her pussy, getting her to jerk against her restraints. Her voice was broken. “Fuck you.”

I threw myself over her, attempted to kiss her, but she turned her head away, running from my lips as soon as she realized what I wanted to do. Her head swivel back and forth, jerking in a violent shake of her head. No, she said with every cell of her body.

Nerves turned into a stone in the pit of my stomach. Shit. I’d pushed her too far. Joseph had said to take her as far as I thought she could handle, and then add another five minutes to it. It was normal to underestimate. “Ruby—”

“Please. Please,” she whined. “Please just let me come. Please, Kyle. I’ll be good. So, so good.”

Oh, sweet Jesus. If I’d been standing, her begging would have brought me to my knees. I swallowed hard and did my best to sound stern. “You’re begging. Do you remember what I said?”

“Yes, fuck. I’ll do whatever you say from now on, I promise. Just . . . please.”

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