Page 47 of Beneath the Blindfold

“Fuck,” he groaned appreciatively. “You’ve got no idea what this is doing to me.”

It was almost impossible to think he was enjoying this. Sure, I was naked, but he was fully clothed and we weren’t even touching. How could he be getting any pleasure from it? “This is,” I said, sounding doubtful, “doing something for you?”

Sex with my ex-husband was all about the finish line for him. Was Julius merely humoring me? Pretending he was into it for my benefit?

“If you mean ‘doing something for me’ is getting my dick hard, then, yeah. Because it’s definitely doing that.”

I blinked under the blindfold.Really?I felt warm all over. After Tariq, I hadn’t realized how desperate I was to feel desired again, and Julius made me feel that way a million times over. My bottom lip trembled and I bit down on it, holding back the urge to cry with relief. The surge of emotions was intense, and probably amplified given my current state.

“Julius,” I said on a broken breath.

“I’m here.”

And he was. His hot mouth locked onto mine, and I arched once more off the tabletop, straining against the straps, only this time because I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him until our lips were sore. His tongue tangled with mine, and the way it moved in my mouth was like he was fucking me.

I moaned, crying my need against his crushing lips, and wished I could go back in time. Back to the stupid house party where I’d run into Tariq the first weekend of my junior year and let him talk his way into my pants later that night.

I’d been so fucking stupid, lured by the glamour of dating a guy who was a football star and sure to go pro. It served me right. The bright lights on him that were so attractive at first became glaringly blinding, and I’d been trapped. I was weak. It’d been easier to stay with him and his manipulative ways, than deal with the truth. No matter what he said, Tariq was never really going to change who he was. He was never going to become a decent guy.

Julius, on the other hand, had always been one. Had what I’d wanted been right in front of me this whole time?

Something cold, metal, and kind of heavy, slipped around my wrist, just beneath the strap of ribbon. He couldn’t see it beneath the blindfold, but my eyebrows pulled together. “What’d you just put on me?”

His hand skimmed over my arm, caressing. “My watch. It’s gonna tell me your heartrate.”

My pulse leapt. “Why do you—”

“I’m about to make you come a bunch of times. This way I know when to back off.”

Holy.

Shit.

FIVE

JULIUS

I had to be fucking dreaming.

Courtney was in my club. She’d kissed me. Oh yeah, and she was naked.Naked. My brain kept screaming it on a loop, like my eyeballs weren’t working. She was so fucking gorgeous, it hurt to look at her. Her skin was like snow, her nipples were a pretty pink and her fucking body made me want to sin a thousand kind of ways.

Her fair skin looked more fucking beautiful against the black table than any girl’s I’d seen. I’d stroked myself as I’d watched her writhe under the flogger. That shit was intense. I didn’t play a whole lot. I sat my ass in my office chair night after night and watched other guys get their rocks off.

But, I took some notes.

I wasn’t a Dominant like most of the guys who came to my club. Wasn’t into pain. Or humiliation. Didn’t really understand the orgasm denial shit, either. If a girl could come, why not get her there? Who was going to complain about getting too many orgasms?

I’d worn the magnetic mesh band on my watch today instead of the links, and thank fuck I had. Her wrist was tiny, but the band fit. My smartwatch said Courtney’s heartrate was hovering around ninety. One-thirty or one-forty should be the peak, but the only way to know for sure was to make it happen.

I opened the second drawer and stared at my options.

The white and purple toy in the left slot was a favorite in the club. Sometimes after the client left and the girl was let out of her straps, she’d reach into the drawer and finish herself off when the guy didn’t have what it took. Tara said the toy got the job done for her in less than a minute.

I pulled it from the drawer and stared at Courtney again. Fuck me. Between playing Division I ball in college and running this place, I’d seen a lot of naked women in my life. But this girl bound to the table was something else. My dick throbbed in my pants, so I grabbed it and squeezed, pushing back the feeling. I’d meant what I said, that this experience wasn’t about me. It did happen to be one of my favorite things to do, though.

Making Court come her brains out? I didn’t have a bigger fantasy.

She jolted when I put the round suction head of the toy against her clit and pressed the button to turn the thing on. Its buzz was quiet against her skin. The thing had to be positioned just right, so I pulled the head back and moved it up just a little higher—

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