Page 14 of Beneath the Blindfold

“I know.” He gave me a triumphant smile.

This was Dominic when he was most in control, and he loved his power. There’d been so many nights when we’d played with Akira and Yuriko, and I’d been writhing under his command, desperate to hold it together and begging for him to fuck me. He’d spent the first few months following Akira’s lead when to reward, but his confidence had grown to no longer need advice. Dominic knew exactly when to give me what I craved, and how long to deny it to maximize our pleasure. Or make me crazy. Sometimes they were the same.

Tracy’s hand flowed down the line of buttons on the front of Logan’s shirt, over his belt, and . . .

“Shit.” Logan groaned it through clenched teeth.

I raised an eyebrow at Dominic. Was that sort of thing allowed? He shrugged.

“You’re barely looking at her,” Evie said to Logan. “Don’t you think she’s hot?”

I cut the chuckle off before it slipped out. She was taunting him, trying to win her bet, and I fucking loved it. Plus, she was right. It seemed as if Logan was struggling and avoiding the scene as much as possible.

He groaned, low and frustrated. His hand hooked around the nape of Evie’s neck and dragged her across the couch so he could crush his lips to hers while the stripper raked her fingernails over his zipper. I drew a deep breath in, sipping the air that was heavy with desire.

Tracy stood while Logan continued to deliver a passionate kiss, his mouth moving over Evie’s with reckless abandon. Tracy turned and sat in his lap, rubbing her ass against the bulge of Logan’s cock. Her creamy tits jiggled with her movements, and I fought to keep still. I wanted to touch her, or for Dominic to touch me, or both. My skin was tight with lust and I needed relief.

Evie moaned when Logan’s hand trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and settled on her breast. It was then that Tracy leaned to put her back against Logan’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder opposite Evie. The dancer continued to squirm, and her movements were obviously having an impact on him.

Her head turned toward him, and I caught a flash of Tracy’s tongue as it dipped out to lick the side of Logan’s neck. He jerked and his free hand wrapped around her hip.

“Look at him,” I whispered to Dominic. “Living the fucking dream.”

He smiled back like the devil.

Behind the gyrating body, Logan fought for breath, or maybe to maintain his control. To go more than a month without sex, to kissing Evie while a nearly naked stripper humped him . . .

“Someone’s a lucky girl,” Tracy said, glancing at Evie. “His dick is huge.”

Evie’s face colored a shade of pink, and that was her only response. But the blush quickly faded when Tracy stood and swayed to the music, her fingers creeping beneath the band of lace at her hips. She rocked her thumbs down painfully slow, one side then the other, as her underwear began its taunting descent.

There was a sharp inhale from Evie when the red panties were lowered to mid-thigh, just below the money-filled garter. Tracy bent forward and set her warm hands on my knees. Her ass wiggled, shoving her bare pussy right in Logan’s face. All the while she smiled at me behind her glasses.

“You’re pretty fucking hot,” I said.

She tossed her hair over a shoulder, and for a split second I wondered if she was bashful, but she laughed softly. “Thanks, girl.”

“You never answered me,” Logan said, his voice hurried.

Evie’s gaze seemed unable to leave Tracy’s hypnotizing pussy. “About?”

“The guidelines, naughty girl. I need to know . . . what’s allowed.”

The dancer’s ankles came together. She stood straight, arched her back, and the panties fell to a heap at her feet. Holy fuck, she looked good in nothing but her money, glasses, and high heels. Dominic and I didn’t get to look at the long, nude curve of her body for more than a few seconds. She turned to face the couch and knelt between Logan’s knees while her hands ran along his inseam, working her way up.

“Fucking shit.” Logan combed his fingers through his hair and tipped his head back on the couch. Evie was sucking on his neck. Tracy’s hands unbuckled his belt. His pants were unsnapped and a zipper dropped.Oh my God.

It wasn’t clear if Logan was trying to sit up and stop Tracy, or if he was moving to make it easier. By the time he was sitting upright, the fully naked woman dropped down into his lap, right over his erection covered by a thin layered of black cotton.

“Shit. Shit, wait a minute,” he said. His hands were on her undulating hips in an attempt to stop her. His eyes were hooded with lust, but still focused on Evie. But this didn’t seem to bother his fiancé.

“Does she feel good?” Evie’s smile was diabolical, and pride burned warm in my veins. It was exciting to see this side of her, the one who was powerful. It had come out for a moment in Logan’s darkened bedroom that night last September when she’d let me join them. She’d pushed Logan right to the edge. Her voice was as commanding now as it had been then. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Goddamnit.”

“Tell me,” Evie goaded, “what you want to do to me.”

Tracy slithered over his cock, her pussy grinding against him. Were his eyes going to roll back into his head? He looked a half-second away from tossing Tracy away, slamming Evie into the couch, pushing her panties aside, and taking her in one, quick thrust.

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