Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

The bottle of wine was cold in my hands, and the label had the same logo as the club. “I guess this is a complimentary gift with purchase,” I said when he slipped into the driver’s seat. “No, that was my purchase. You were the complimentary gift.”

“You don’t like my twelve thousand dollar bottle of wine?” “It doesn’t taste like twelve grand to me.” “But I know you do.”

“Do you want my cock?” I nodded, already too drunk with desire to find words easily. “Say it.” “I want your cock,” I said on a broken, shuddering breath. “Where? Here?” He shoved a finger inside me, unapologetic. His face was shocking and dark, like a predator and I was his cornered prey. “Beg me for it.” I swallowed, not really sure how to do that. “Please, Logan.” “Not good enough. Make me believe.” The water ran into my eyes and made him blurry. His fingers moved in a wicked sequence, touching me outside and then plunging inside. Each time he repeated it, my need and agony grew. “Please,” I cried, “please. I have to have it. I need it.” “What do you need?” “Your cock.” I trembled, out of control and falling apart. “I need what only you can give me.” His nostrils flared in approval. Then, the predator descended upon me.

“I’m going to fuck you here.” Before I could respond, he added, “Not right now, but soon as you’re ready, I’m going to fuck this tight, little virgin ass.”

“It was a joke, I’ve already showered, boss.” “That’s disappointing, Ms. Russell, but you’re a dirty girl. You’ll probably need another shower before too long.”