Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) (25 page)

His hands hauled me up to stand and our kiss was raw and wild, driving our naked bodies together. He felt hard in all the right places, and my hands were drawn to him like a magnet. I wasn’t allowed to explore for very long. Rough hands turned me and shoved me down so I was bent over, face down in the bed. I was nervous and excited when his hand closed around my wrist and pulled it gently behind my back. Breath came and went in shallow bursts.

“Are you interested in these?” he asked. His naked body pressed against me, skin against skin. He had my wrist held in one hand, and the black leather cuffs with a metal clasp connecting them in his other. I fought against my desire and aching need, forcing myself to focus on his question. I liked being restrained; the night at the club had shown me that. But what about—

His breath was warm, washing over me. “We’ll take them off before we get to the new stuff.”

I nodded a wobbly head. “I’m game, boss.”

He loosened the buckle on the leather and eased my hand inside and then closed it tight. When he reached for my other wrist, I moved away. His eyes went wide with concern, thinking I was scared or had changed my mind, but then he saw the teasing smile on my lips.

His hand captured my wrist easily, buckling it roughly. Then it was done. My arms were secured behind my back. I arched up off the mattress, stretching my arms behind me to touch him, but as soon as my fingers touched skin, he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed down gently. With nothing to stop me, I fell forward onto my stomach.

“Stay just like that, naughty girl.”

His long fingers grabbed the batteries and packaged vibrator, and I had to lift my head and turn it the other direction to see him disappear out the bedroom doorway. It was a nice view of his naked ass, but it was gone before I could fully appreciate it.

A drawer opened. There was the sound of plastic being cut open, followed by the faucet running. His large frame reappeared in the doorway, sliding batteries into the vibrator and screwing the cap back on. With a turn of his wrist, I heard the soft hum as he tested it and then turned it back off, satisfied.

It wasn’t very long or thick. Logan was calculating and he’d selected this vibrator for a reason. Maybe he didn’t want me to get addicted to it, to make sure his dick was more impressive and I’d crave it over the vibrator. If that was his reason, it was ridiculous. How on earth could I ever want a piece of plastic over him?

The vibrator fell onto the comforter beside me, and he set his palms on my shoulders. Warm, damp hands trailed down my biceps, past my elbows, down until they were on the cuffs. Further, onto my ass. Down the backs of my thighs, and knees. This gentle touching, seemingly innocent while I was cuffed and waiting for him to please me, was making me insane.

“Fuck me,” I said, edged with desperation.

He feigned reluctance. “Oh, all right.”

His dick pressed against my entrance, stretching me as he intruded. I exhaled loudly. “It feels so good.”

“When I’m inside you?” He pushed deeper until he was buried as far as he could go. “I agree.”

The orgasm that had threatened before lurked in the shadows, and when he established a casual tempo to fuck me, the orgasm stepped onto the scene. It almost kept me from noticing he’d picked up his phone and started recording again.

I was going to have to watch the video at some point. The concept of him sliding his dick in and out of me while my hands were pinned behind my back . . . Hot. His hips thrust into me faster, slamming against my rear and beckoning the orgasm to come closer.

“Logan,” I cried out.

“Come for me. Come on my cock.”

“I’m . . . coming, oh shit.” Pleasure slammed into me with each of his relentless thrusts. The alcohol lowered my inhibitions enough that I didn’t care how loud I was being or the fact that he was videoing such a powerful orgasm.

Eventually he slowed to a halt, but it had nothing to do with letting me recover and everything to do with the bottle of lube he scooped up, not breaking our connection. My heart raced, pounding like a hammer in my chest.

“Let’s see how you like my supplies,” he said. The phone landed with a soft thump up on his pillow, and I turned over my shoulder to watch him uncap the small clear bottle with a baby blue top. He held it high over me, letting it drip . . . Drip . . . Drip . . . and it ran down my crack.

“Oh my god,” I murmured into the comforter. My cheek flattened the fabric beneath it and I shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Holy shit. He returned to fucking me, and the lube continues it slow, silky, wet path down between us, and further down between my thighs.

The only downside was it made a rather unsexy suction noise, but it was interrupted moments later by a hum. His arms were around me, one hand exploring the bare skin just in front of our union, and the other bringing the vibrator closer until he could set it against me. The vibration teasing my skin was sinful. My whole body sang.

“Oh my god,” I repeated. My brain emptied and I couldn’t find anything else to say.

“You seem to like that. But what if I do this?”

The vibration began to travel. It drew a path over my hip, around the curve of my body until it was barely below the small of my back. He traced the tip of it down between my cheeks, using a hand to pull one to the side.

My breath caught in my throat. That was why he’d bought a small one. He wanted to use it
there
. He circled the rosy ring between my cheeks, my whole body vibrating.

“Do you want the handcuffs off?”

Already my arms were beginning to feel uncomfortable, but I shook my head, unable to speak. Anticipation made it impossible. He stayed inside me, unbelievably hard but unmoving. I closed my eyes shut tight, and felt pressure. More pressure and the burning sensation that was becoming familiar from the times he’d crept inside. I bit my lip. My body wanted to push back against it, to expel the intrusion. Yet the indecent side of my brain whispered to wait. To let him show me something new.

“How much is it in?” I asked.

“About an inch.”

What? It felt like a foot. He pushed a little further, and I inhaled a deep breath.

“Does it feel better when I do this?” He began to move it back and forth, easing it almost out and then in.

“No, not—”

Wait a minute. My body stopped fighting as much with the movement, and as the vibrator gained ground, so did the concept that this could be pleasurable. “That’s . . . it kind of feels good.”

“Do you want me to go deeper?”

I could do this. Hell, I could like this. Every small pass he made was more enjoyable than the last. “Yeah.”

It continued like this, an inch at a time until he had worked all five inches in and out of my ass. He didn’t move fast, and he watched me intently for any signal to stop. I wasn’t going to stop him. The complete fullness in my body wasn’t like anything I’d experienced before.

“Do you like it?” His voice was a whisper.

“I . . . do.”

“Good.”

Ever so slowly, he withdrew his hard dick from within me, like he wanted me to focus on the vibrator alone. It continued to move. Continued to feel better and better. He knelt behind me, his mouth working its way up the back of my thigh until it was buried in my pussy.

I sighed at the feel of his tongue parting my lips, and the sigh increased to a moan when he increased the tempo. Each stroke in and out, every pass of his tongue catapulted me closer to going over the edge. If the vibrator felt this good, what about him inside me? Plus, I wanted him to get equal pleasure from what we were doing.

He could tell I was close and must have read my mind. “Is this enough for tonight? Or do you want to try it?”

“Let’s keep going,” I blurted out.

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SEVENTEEN

The mouth left me and the vibrator turned off, but stayed deep inside me. I heard him stand, and when he went to the nightstand, I saw him wipe my arousal off of his lips. What was he doing? He opened the nightstand drawer and retrieved a condom.

“Why do you need that?”

In the fading light, he looked glorious. Delicious. I blinked my sluggish, tipsy eyes at him when he picked up his phone and snapped a picture. Naked in high heels, handcuffed and a vibrator inside me. The phone fell back onto the bed, ignored as he opened the condom and rolled it on, disappearing behind me.

“I’m going to need all the help I can get lasting.” The words came out slightly embarrassed.

He set one hand on the small of my back. The vibrator retreated, and I scrunched my face in displeasure, not enjoying the moment it was pulled out. The hand on me moved to my wrist. The clasp holding the handcuffs together clicked and the tension was gone as he released me.

I walked my trembling hands forward over the soft, satiny fabric of his comforter, stretching them out in front of me. Needles danced over my skin as feeling returned to my arms. His skin was against mine from my backside all the way up to my shoulders; his body enveloped mine. What? Was he shaking?

I shot up on my elbows, turning to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

The eyes watching me were full of concern. “I don’t want to hurt you. You have to tell me to stop if that happens. Not like the shower.”

I softened, reached a hand behind his head and pulled it close to mine. “You won’t hurt me.” I kissed him tenderly and he answered it back. And then I let the tequila take control for a moment. “Now stop being a pussy and do it.”

I don’t know what kind of reaction I was hoping for, but there wasn’t one. Like this moment wasn’t playful and he wasn’t going to rise to the bait. His fingers trailed down my back, through my cheeks where I was slippery, and when they found what they were looking for, his sheathed dick was right there.

“Ready?” he asked, hushed.

I nodded. He nudged, pressing into me. But everything was so tense, and I was trying so hard not to shake apart, that I wasn’t allowing him a chance to enter.

“Take a deep breath,” he whispered.

When I did as asked, he moved at me more aggressively, pushing much harder, and—

“Fuck!” I spat out, fire and stabbing pain were he’d gained entrance. My jaw tightened and my hands gathered loose fabric up, clenching it into fists. My body was not pleased, but I kept a lid on it.

“It’ll feel better when I start moving,” he said.

“Then start moving,” I groaned through my clenched teeth.

“I have to get deeper to do that.”

My discomfort made me short-tempered. “Then do that, but go slow.”

Technically, I’d just asked for it, but his dick moved further inside and I tried to get away. The bed kept me from moving off of him and he gained further. The burning and stretching was bad. He was too big. I was going to fail at this, just like I’d thought. How could someone find this remotely enjoyable?

I was a heartbeat away from telling him to stop, when he retracted a tiny bit and then eased back in. Like with the vibrator, his movement calmed the resistance.

In.

And out.

In, deeper this time.

“Fuck, Evie, fuck . . .” The pleasure-soaked words spilled from his mouth, and it distracted me from my discomfort further. He liked it. Knowing I gave him pleasure was such a turn-on, just like when I went down on him. His hands kneaded my flesh beneath them.

One slow thrust at a time, displeasure faded and gave way to a new sensation. Enjoyment. Satisfaction. I wasn’t failing. Every movement was success, a little victory, and that allowed me to start to find pleasure. It was taboo and forbidden, and I was doing it.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No.” It wasn’t a lie, it didn’t hurt now.

He sighed, his body relaxing as it was flooded with what I assumed was relief. “Can you take a little more?”

More?
I reached a hand behind me and my breath left in a frustrated burst. He was barely inside. How was that even possible?

“Okay,” the tequila said. “But I kind of wish you weren’t so big right now.”

Apparently he was not in the mood to joke, because he froze. “You want me to stop?”

“No, no.” I leaned back into him, letting it slip further inside. “Don’t stop.”

His hips resumed their deliberate movement. I let my cheek press into the comforter, my eyes falling closed, trying to find the pleasure when he invaded deeper still. Since my eyes where shut, I didn’t see him pick the vibrator up or reach it around my body so he could hold it against my clit. It was the low buzzing and the sensation against my slick skin that made my eyes pop open.

Turning up the dial on the vibrator was like turning up the dial on my desire. My stuttering breath increased until I was panting.

“Mmmm . . .” I mumbled into the comforter. It felt good. My attention was on the tingling in between my legs, not so much on the intrusion, but that was starting to feel good too.

“You like that? When I put it here?”

I wasn’t sure what he was asking about specifically, but it didn’t really matter. At this point it was a definite yes to both the vibrator and his huge dick inside my ass.