Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) (7 page)

“Maybe I overcompensate at the office,” he admitted. “And your thoughts on me?”

I shut my eyes. How in the world could I answer that? The steady rock of his body against mine was beginning to drown out all other thought. One of his hands left my hip. It traveled up my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake and settled on my nipple.

“You’re not going to answer me? That was rule two.” He pinched hard enough that it was just short of pain.

“I don’t like you,” I said.

He laughed, like it was doubtful. “Maybe not before, but now you fucking do.” He pulled out of me and ran his hand where he’d just been, causing me to gasp. “And this,” he shoved his wet fingers into my mouth, “This is the proof of how much you do.”

I could taste my arousal, and . . . I liked it. In the office, Logan was abrasive and strict, but he was also driven and fair. Logan outside of the office . . . holy shit. I did like him.

“Do you like my big cock in your pussy, Evelyn?”

I couldn’t say no, he’d know I was lying. “Yes.” It came out quiet and ashamed.

He entered me again, and I’d swear he was harder now. My traitorous body shifted to take him deeper, and he gave a sharp breath as if enjoying it. His deep brown eyes were almost black and hypnotizing, and I stared into them, trying to understand why he’d done this. I had to focus on that. Not how good it felt. Oh my god, it felt too good.

“I wanted to ask you to get drinks right before the promotion,” he said.

“Why didn’t you?” I didn’t realize I’d asked it out loud.

“Rule number one again.” This time he used his teeth to nip at the underside of my breast, a sharp pain dulled immediately with the swipe of his tongue. His thrusts increased in intensity and I bit down on my bottom lip.
Oh, no.
I was getting close.

An odd expression crossed his face, perhaps regret. “I’d heard you had a boyfriend, the guy you’ve got a picture of on your desk.” He was talking about the picture of Blake and me at an alumni Northwestern football game.

“He was never my boyfriend.” His hand left my breast and slid down to curl under my knee, pushing it back. “Shit, don’t do that,” I said, panicked.

He ignored me, leaning in to my neck and tracing the edge of my ear with his tongue. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“No, I like it. I like it too much.”

“That’s a terrible reason for me to stop.” He was moving furiously now. My body fought for control, begging me to stop resisting. Desire flowed through my veins, thick and hot like liquid fire. I wanted the release. I needed the release. Or I might lose my fucking mind.

“You can do this,” he whispered. “Hold it back. It’ll be so much better if you wait.”

My eyes fell shut, but in an instant my head was cradled in his hands, forcing it up.

“I want you to watch me fuck you.”

We’re visual creatures, after all. He knew it was torturous for me to see his massive dick disappear inside me. I’d never seen anything so erotic, and I gasped for breath, straining to push the orgasm back.

“Good, you’re doing so good,” he said. “Just a little longer.”

I think he wanted me to fail. He trailed one hand down my body, over my breast, down my stomach, and moved between our bodies to circle my clit. It was too much, overwhelming me.

I sighed in frustration, or desperation. “Logan . . .” I was ready to beg for it.

His eyes were framed with long lashes, and I realized how beautiful his dark brown irises were. When I said his name, his eyes filled with heat. His expression was fascinating and my total undoing. I didn’t have a prayer of surviving rule number three.

He realized it just before it started to happen. “No, not yet. You don’t have permission.”

It was way too late for that. This time my hands reached back and curled around the ribbons holding me, gripping them as I came.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but it was still powerful and knocked me sideways. As I came down from where he’d taken me, I opened them again and looked at him timidly.

He was furious.

One hand latched onto my wrist, while his other ripped open the Velcro, freeing me. He didn’t say anything. He went straight to the other wrist and undid it as well, then pulled out of me and yanked me up so I was sitting before him. I wanted to ask what he was going to do to me, but I’d already broken what I could tell was the biggest rule. I didn’t need to do another right now.

“Stand up,” he ordered, stepping back to allow me to do so.

My gaze never left his as I put a timid foot down on the cold floor. That was as far as I got before he pulled me down off the table and turned me in his arms so my back was against his sweat-dampened chest. Hands shoved me down so I was bent over the table.

“Put your arms out.”

Because he wanted to bind me again. My hands slid slowly up the leather, shaking with both nerves and excitement.

“Any chance you could—?” He wasn’t speaking to me.

“Of course,” Tara answered. Crap, I’d forgotten she was there again. Her face was flushed as she came to the table and wrapped the restraint around my wrist.

“If I can help you in any way,” she said to him, her words dripping with innuendo, “don’t hesitate.”

Wait a minute. What had she just offered? A sharp pang of possessiveness stabbed into my core. Logan had paid to have me, not her. My thoughts had me too distracted to notice she’d closed the other restraint before it was too late to do anything.

I watched her return to the chair, her hands pressed against her thighs.

His hand came down hard on my ass, and I cried out with shock. I hadn’t really been spanked before. This was one of the three boxes I’d checked this evening, and apparently my consequence for disobeying him. It stung hot, and went cold as the hand left, only to strike me again, now on the other cheek. This time the hand remained where it had landed, and it pulled my cheek to the side . . .

So he could put his mouth
there
. Where no one had been before.

I jolted and my knees slammed painfully into the cabinet beneath the table. His mouth moved down so he could dip his tongue inside me, but the hand remained where it was. He set his other hand on my other cheek and eased it away so my backside was totally exposed.

It was shocking and taboo when his tongue moved up again, and sent me into a frenzy. Soft, warm, wrong. My body liked it but my brain did not, and the war between the two left me dizzy. I thought I could catch my breath when he stood, but it got much, much worse.

I felt him nudging there, pressing into me.

“Wait.” I turned over my shoulder in panic, every muscle in my body tense.

He hesitated. “What?”

“I’m not sure I can do that.”

His gaze went to the list on the easel. “It’s on the menu.”

“I know, but—” How to explain that I’d only done it out of desperation? “I haven’t done it before.”

“You don’t want to?”

I didn’t like giving up. I didn’t like failing. But I thought I’d fail at this.

“I don’t.” It came out defeated. What was going to happen now that I’d backed out–

“It’s okay,” he said, “I can barely keep from coming in your pussy anyway. I probably wouldn’t last five seconds fucking you up the ass.”

My brain spun hearing him say such vulgar things. He was so composed and calculating in the office; this was the unleashed version of him. When he shoved his dick back inside me, I decided I liked this version better.

I’d already reached what I thought was my limit on orgasms. Two had been the most I’d ever been blessed with in one go. My body seemed spent until his hands fell onto my waist and he pulled me back on him, demanding more.

He slammed into me, thrusting, and . . . and . . . he was probably going to get me to come again, but he was going to have to work for it this time. The slide of his flesh inside mine wasn’t like anything I’d ever had. It left me breathless and thirsty for more.

“Naughty girl,” he scolded playfully. I glanced at him, but his eyes weren’t on me. They were on Tara in the corner. She had her skirt pulled clear up to her waist and a hand moving inside her lace panties.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. It was like someone had poured fire over me. It was so sexy.

“Listening to you come got her worked up,” he said to me. “Do you like watching her touch herself?”

I couldn’t take my eyes away. “Yes.”

Logan drove into me harder and deeper, and I worried I was going to break rule three again without warning. But he slowed down and ground himself into me in a seductive move that teased.

“Will you take off your panties,” he asked Tara, “and show us your pussy?”

She stood deliberately, her eyes hooded. She drew her panties down over her gorgeous legs and past her heels, stepping out of the lace one leg at a time. I expected her to sit back down in the chair but instead she stalked toward us.

I shouldn’t have cared whether or not he was interested in her. Up until tonight I didn’t think about Logan much. He was my boss and off-limits. But now it was impossible not to view this exquisite woman as a threat.

Her gaze wasn’t on him, though. It was on me. She sat on the table just above my arms, her hands slowly dragging the fabric of her skirt up. And up. And then she turned to us and spread her legs so they were straddling the table, exposing the bare skin of her sex.

“See how wet you made me?” she said, slipping a hand down into her glistening folds. It’s not like I could look much elsewhere, she was only two feet from my face. “Have you ever been with another woman?”

I didn’t have to answer her. I belonged to Logan tonight.

“Have you?” he asked, pressing deep inside me. My eyes all but rolled back into my head, and his perfect positioning made it hard to do anything.

“No.” This was one of the boxes I hadn’t checked on the willing list, although I’d considered it.

“Do you want to?” It came out casual, like he was asking something normal.

I couldn’t give an answer because I didn’t have one.

“Rule number two,” he growled.

“I . . . don’t know.” I was drunk off the sex and power in this room. Power that was shifting my direction.

“Why don’t you try and see if you like it?” she half-begged. The conflict between my conservative side and wild one left me disorientated. Logan’s hand abandoned my waist to touch her knee.

“Come closer.”

She smiled and did so, eager. “But just so you’re aware, I can get in trouble if you touch me, sir.”

There was nowhere to go when she lay back on the table and put her feet outside my arms. She smelled like coconut and vanilla. I was frozen, my head over her, hesitating. I wasn’t sure if I wanted this, but my mind hadn’t issued a “no” either. Not hearing the “no” made me want to try.

His hands gathered up my hair and he held it back, away from my face. He’d slowed almost to a halt so his thrust wouldn’t send me face-first into her.

“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” he asked.

“I . . . yeah.” My heart slammed against my chest.

“Put your tongue on her, start on the outside and work your way in, up and down.”

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, and leaned forward. I’d barely touched her, and she gave a huge sigh that encouraged me to really do it. My tongue trailed a path over her pink skin. She tasted . . . different. Good. When I reached her clit, she moaned and I felt Logan jerk inside me.

“Holy shit, that’s so hot,” his deep voice said. “Suck on her, then flick your tongue really fast.”

She liked that, like, a lot. Her back arched off the table and then slammed down on it.

“Fuck, just like that.” It came through her ragged breaths. “Right there.”

Giving her pleasure gave me pleasure, and need wound a coil tight inside of me. Logan resumed a slow pace of movement that increased the tension. It felt like his dick went on forever when he pressed inside me. His hands cupped my breasts.

I felt her hand on my head, pressing me down on her. “Lick me harder.”

I had to draw my mouth away from her to catch my breath and utter, “I need permission to come.”

“Not until she does.” He said it on a hurried breath, like this was taking its toll on him.

I dipped my tongue inside her and then returned to where she seemed to like it best. The coil got tighter when her hips moved in time with my mouth. Her hand wove into my hair, pushing Logan’s away so she could grip a handful. Her moans rose in volume, matching mine. Closing in on breaking rule three again? I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. My tongue fluttered over her damp skin, urgent for her crescendo.

“Oh shit, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her body thrashed and her thighs clamped tight on my head, keeping me in place, holding me to her while she shuddered. Then her legs fell open and she stilled on the table, her breath slowing.

He’d slowed down too, of course, but I could feel him pulsing. He’d gotten very, very close.

Tara backed up and rose to sit, giving me a slow smile of satisfaction. It made my insides quiver knowing I’d pleased her. She swung her leg over and stepped down off of the table, her heels carrying her back to the chair, a deliberate and seductive sway to her hips.