Page 95 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

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THIRTY-FOUR

Joseph’s praise could apply to both of us, or neither. Were we good girls? I was performing oral sex on his fiancée, all while my boyfriend watched. My tongue fluttered over her lush skin, and it unleashed a moan from Noemi. Her satisfaction gave me a shiver of pleasure.

Joseph’s voice rang out again. “Sit beside her on the couch.”

This command was for Kyle, and his footsteps got louder as he came closer. Then, he was there beside Noemi, his blue eyes staring at me and a carnal expression smeared on his face. He looked at me like I was incredible, and warmth spread through my already overheated body.

I had too many clothes on. So did he.

But we took orders from someone else tonight, which was new and interesting, and I got the feeling our clothes wouldn’t come off until we’d been given permission. How did Kyle like being under Joseph’s control? And . . . how did Kyle feel about another man telling me what to do? It was sort of dangerous and exciting.

Since my hands were already there, I used one to push back Noemi’s skirt, and the other to spread her further open to my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Ruby.” Kyle’s voice was audio sin. “Jesus, you look amazing doing that.”

I shuddered under his praise, and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling he gave me. Noemi’s breathing went labored as my tongue lapped at her, building into a flurry. She took over holding onto her own skirt, her hand gripping the silk, so I walked my fingers across her leg and onto Kyle’s thigh. I pushed further up, wanting to massage his dick through his tented pants while I was also pleasing her—

There was a sharp sting on the side of my neck, gone before it finished registering, but enough to give me pause. I turned toward the sensation. “Did you just . . . flick me?”

The weight of Joseph’s gaze was crushing. “You need to ask permission to touch him.”

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, embarrassed. I didn’t want to make mistakes or disappoint. “Can I touch him . . . Sir?” The word was erotic coming out of my mouth.

Any displeasure disappeared from him. “Keep it over the clothes.”

I resumed what I’d been doing, both to her and to Kyle. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, while stroking my palm over his firm dick. Need had focused into a sharp point between my legs and the throb was persistent, clouding my mind.

Noemi’s body was slack as I licked her, my face buried between her thighs. Her head was tipped backward and rested on the edge of the couch, her gaze up to the ceiling, and she looked a bit like I was torturing her. Her quiet whimpers and moans said otherwise. The wine in the glass stayed calm, even as I sucked harder on her swollen flesh.

Could I make her come with my mouth, and would it be enough to get her to spill at least a drop? Did I want to get her in trouble with her Dom? She seemed to be getting close. Her moans were coming faster now, and louder, too. My hand on Kyle slowed as I focused on getting Noemi over the edge.

“Joseph!” She gasped it like a warning.

“Stop.” The command from him was reinforced with a hand on my shoulder, urging me back. “I’m the only person who makes her come.”

He took the glass from her and pressed the rim to his lips, drinking a long sip, and then set it on an end table. A hand was smoothed down the line of buttons on his dress shirt, and his attention went to Kyle.

“Ruby has too many clothes on. Take off her top and pants.”

It seemed like Kyle was happy to follow this command. He stood from the couch and helped me up in a rush, moving so fast I was barely on my feet before he was tugging my shirt up. I wasn’t concerned about being naked in front of the couple now, not with what I’d just done, and I’d never been overly shy in the first place.

The shirt was off my body and in his hands, and then it sailed onto the chair he’d been sitting in earlier. I kicked off my shoes as his fingers worked to undo the slide clasp at the top of my pants. My zipper rang out, and then the leather was peeled down.

We weren’t paying much attention to them as Kyle undressed me, and it wasn’t until I was standing between the coffee table and the couch in nothing but my black lace bra and panties, that we realized Joseph had taken off Noemi’s dress and undone her bra.

She stared at me as the bra slipped down her arms and fell to the floor.

Naked, other than her heels.

Her breasts weren’t as large as mine, but they were perfectly proportional to her petite frame, and looked sexy as hell. Part of the allure was the way she held herself. There wasn’t an ounce of embarrassment or shame in her expression. She was confident, and why shouldn’t she be?

I was older than she was, but less experienced, so I chose to mimic her confidence. I knew Kyle desired me, and Noemi was looking at me with a fair amount of lust, and it made me feel powerful. It was addicting.

Joseph brushed her hair back behind her shoulder and dropped his mouth close to her ear. “Get a good look, baby girl. I’m about to take it away.”

I didn’t understand until he retrieved something from the interior pocket of his suitcoat. She held perfectly still as he lowered the black blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the straps in the back, which pinned her hair in place.

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