Page 16 of Beneath the Blindfold

“Yes,” I hissed. I gripped his forearm and squeezed. I both hated and loved his teasing.

“But you didn’t say please, Payton.”

“Fuck.” I squirmed to try to get his fingers against me. I was soaking through the lace, and now I wished he hadn’t given me permission to wear the underwear. The barrier between us needed to go, but Dominic held me firm.

Logan’s voice cut through the fog, spoken with pride. “Naughty girl.”

Holy shit. Evie had a hand on Tracy’s tits, and her big, blue eyes stared up at the naked woman writhing in her lap. There was a tiny, unexpected spark of jealousy at this, which was ridiculous. I was the last woman Evie had been with. She and Logan hadn’t invited anyone else to play after me, or so she said. I loved my best friend, but not in that way, and I’d gone on to play with other women, so wasn’t I a fucking hypocrite?

“Is this okay?” she whispered to Logan.

His hand pushed down his erection, adjusting in his seat. “Are you serious? It’s so fucking hot.” He leaned in and swallowed her moan as he kissed her.

Dominic pressed a finger right to my clit, and I jolted. “Eyes on me, devil woman.”

“Yes, Sir.” I’d meant it to sound sarcastic, but this man made me fall apart. His expression was full of power and control as he stroked me. His fingers toyed with the seam, mocking that he’d move the fabric to the side andreallytouch me.

Speaking of mocking . . .

“Did you need something?” Evie said. I didn’t dare take my eyes off Dominic, but I could hear the confidence in her voice. “You look like you need something.”

“I’m fine, Evie.” It would have been more believable if Logan’s voice hadn’t sounded uneven. “But watching you suck on her tits has me so fucking hard.”

“What? I haven’t done that.”

“You’re about to.”

Evie blew out a breath. It was quiet, and then Tracy’s low moan rang out. I wanted to watch what was happening. I was turned away to face Dominic, but he could see it all, and since I was in his lap, I felt the subtle jerk of his cock against my thigh.

His gaze flicked up to meet mine, and an indecent smile crept over him. “Your friend’s licking the stripper’s tits.”

Why was I surprised that she’d done it? Obviously she didn’t have a problem with women, and Logan had basically told her to. The good girl loved following his commands. But I was thrilled, too. This had been strategic on Evie’s part, I was sure. She’d do what she could to win.

“And what about your friend? Does he look ready to break a rule?”

Even without seeing him, I could feel Logan’s gaze boring into me. “No, he doesn’t,” he answered for Dominic.

But since I had obeyed my fiancé, he rewarded me. My breath evaporated in a shiver when my panties were tugged to the side and a finger plunged inside. My fingernails dug into his forearm at the welcomed intrusion.

“Slow,” the rough voice echoed in my ear, just a whisper. “Don’t rush me, or I’ll stop. You don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head and clamped my teeth together to choke back the plea formore, andfaster, andharder. God, all of what he’d give me, if only I had patience. Pleasure grew in slow waves, building with Dominic’s painstakingly slow pace, and the thumb that teased my clit.

A soft moan slipped from my lips. If he expected me to be quiet, he was going to have to tell me.

“Ready to start revising the rule?” Logan’s tone was wicked. “If I put my hand up your skirt, am I going to find your pussy wet and ready for me?”

Evie gasped. “Oh my God.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Dominic’s mouth captured mine, and his tongue slid past my lips. It possessed and tasted, and I returned the kiss with the same intensity he fed me. My next moan was louder, and two fingers delved into my greedy body. The stretch was delicious, but wasn’t enough. His skilled fingers were amazing, but I hungered for the real thing.

Time began to blur. It was burned up by the heat Dominic was injecting me with. Abruptly the fingers retreated and I whined, but Dominic shushed me. Hefucking shushedme—

The wet fingers were shoved in my mouth, cutting me off. I sucked them clean, and it was then I realized why. Tracy stood in front of us, her bra and panties back on, and an expectant look.

“It’s eighty,” she said softly.

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