Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

“If I could read your mind,” he said, “I’d have done it. I like communication, M. Tell me where you want me to put my fucking hands.”

Excitement swept through me, leaving power behind. I’d never made a good girl beg and couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

“Holy shit,” I moaned. “Oh, so the good girl can swear? Or is that only when I’m fucking her with my mouth?”

“Did you think about me while you touched yourself?” “That’s a fairly personal question, Noemi.” I scowled for effect. “A good girl wouldn’t ask something like that.” A faint smile teased her lips. “So, did you?” “You better fucking believe it.”

“Good. We’ll try for two tonight.” Two? Talk about unrealistic expectations. Getting one was a major achievement. I’d have thrown him a ticker-tape parade for what he’d done yesterday if that wouldn’t have been buckets of crazy.

I tried to evaluate the pain, but his touch now felt like pleasure and left me confused. I’d . . . holy shit. “Yes. I liked it.” Shame flooded through me and I pressed my face against the pillow. “No.” His voice was commanding. “You’re not allowed to feel guilty about that. As long as you’re mine, you never feel shame about what we do.”

“Someone might see,” I whispered. “Great. I’m sure they’ll enjoy watching you suck me off, but not as much as I will.”

“Are you mad I’m so stupid?” I asked. His mouth was carving a path along my jaw, but froze. “What?” “You said I was too smart to fall in love with you.” It was hard to keep myself held together when he was only an inch from me. He chuckled and the mouth continued to its destination, landing at the edge of my ear. “Yeah, I’m furious. Can’t you tell?”