Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

The ice pack came off her eye and slammed down on my desk. “Not going to happen.” Defiant. Hot. I enjoyed her fire. Shit, I wanted another taste. What would she be like in a darkened room, bent over a bed? Would her eyes burn as I sank inside her, one of my hands fisted in her hair?

I wanted to push her buttons. She’d seemed so confident in my office, and now she was slowly unraveling. “Let me guess,” I said. “Him on top.” Her head turned away so she could stare out the passenger window. “Sure, yeah. You got me.” Everything deflated. This wasn’t as fun as I had hoped it would be, and now the silence was tense and uncomfortable, her posture stiff. I’d fucked it all up. “Hey, forget it, I’m sorry—” “I like when he’s behind me.” Her soft, almost guilty voice was a caress of leather cat o’nines across trembling skin. It got me hot. “Oh, yeah? Why?” She paused, as if unsure whether to continue. “I like . . . when he’s in charge.” My grip tightened on the wheel. “Do you? You like it when he’s got his hands on your waist, fucking you?” She squirmed, so of course I had to go all the way to find her limit. “Or maybe,” I continued, “you like one hand wrapped around your throat and the other touching your pussy, as he’s slamming his cock inside you.” “Oh my God.” Her face locked up in shock. “That’s how I like it.”

Couldn’t he just take control? I’d fallen into a pattern with Ross not to speak unless I specifically didn’t like something. “I . . . want you to touch me.” “Where?” The sound of frustration slipped out before I could gag it. Joseph pulled back from me, his gaze focused and intense. “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.” Oh my God. My brain emptied of thought. “Wherever you want,” I blurted out. His eyebrow yanked up, and his sexy mouth widened into a smile, like I’d just said the best thing he’d ever heard. “Turn around. Put your hands on the steering wheel.”

“And I told you, hands on the wheel.” His tone wasn’t playful. It was controlling and exciting. The smooth, leather-wrapped steering wheel was cold in my fingers. I moaned when his hands closed tightly on my breasts. His touch was confident, and why wouldn’t it be? I’d given him permission. Beneath me, his hard-on dug into my ass. “Is this where you wanted me to touch you? Your tits?” My head spun at the unaccustomed word. I grew drunk off of the sensations as he pinched and massaged, the tip of his nose caressing the edge of my ear. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I gasped. I shifted in his lap and he groaned. The growl from him was sexy, and a muscle low in my stomach clenched.

“Let’s find out how bad you’re willing to be.” Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could hear the grin in his words. His hand withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. “Put your hands on that perfect ass.” I hesitated. What did he mean? Where was this going? “Now.” His dark tone forced me into action. I reached down and put one palm flat on each cheek. “Good. Like this.” His hands wrapped around my wrists and pushed them away. Opening me to him. “Oh my God.” He chuckled. “Stay like that.” It was an impossible request. I was going to shake apart. His thumb pushed inside my pussy and retreated, and began to move up. Before I could form words, two fingers drove into my pussy, and the thumb traced a wet path to my other entrance. Dirty. So fucking dirty. The thumb swirled, spreading my arousal around. I had no idea it would feel like that. That there’d be pleasure from this shocking touch. “You’re not going to tell me to wait?” “No.” I struggled to keep guilt from my voice. “You like it like this, don’t you, filthy girl? Riding my fingers and letting me touch you where no one else has?” I bit my bottom lip, but released it a second later. I should lie and say it was too filthy, but I couldn’t. “Yes. I like it.” He pumped his fingers faster, and heat spilled over, burning everything away except for the two hands working my body like a master. The chair creaked, just audible over my gasps, as he shifted. “Oh my God!” I cried when his face was between my hands, his tongue swirling w...

My cock twitched. “Such a good little girl before you met me. I’m going to ruin this tight pussy.” I pulled back and gave her a thrust, her first taste of what it was going to be like when I fucked. “You want me to ruin you, Noemi?” “Yes.” Her breathless voice made my heartbeat pound in my ears and broke the wall on my restraint. Why didn’t I have any fucking control around her?

The harder I pinched at her, the louder she got, encouraging me. Did she like a little sting of pain? This girl was a special order, made just for me. I touched her everywhere I could, moving two fingers inside. Noemi had jumped when I tested her waters with anal play, but she’d also almost come when it had been my main focus. My third finger dropped down, rubbing her asshole while my first two fingers fucked her senseless. Goodbye, plateau. Everything changed in a moment. Her chest heaved as she struggled to find air, and her legs trembled. My face heated with a smile. “You filthy girl.”

How hot had it been when he looked up at me, his mouth on my pussy?

When the skirt cleared my hips and revealed my black lace boyshort panties, our arrangement started to feel real. I’d followed his naughty commands at the restaurant, but this was different. We hadn’t consummated the agreement, and standing naked before Joseph would be like signing a dotted line. My dress continued its journey up over my head and I tossed it aside. His gaze swept over me slowly, invisible fingers caressing every curve of my body. “You look like a fucking wet dream. Did you wear that for me?”

“Are you nervous?” he asked. I wasn’t just vibrating on the inside. My core was trembling. Joseph’s face softened and he closed the space between us, both of his hands cradling my face. “Don’t be. It’s going to be amazing.”

“Tell me what you thought about last night,” he said. “I thought about . . . your filthy mouth.” “Filthy because of the things I say?” He leaned over me and put his mouth on my erect nipple, skimming it with his teeth. “Or filthy because of the things I use it to do?”

Was I supposed to tell him? “I’m . . . getting close.” His head raised up and his gaze connected with mine. “Good girl.” The vibrator shook loose my tongue. “What did you think about?” “Besides this? I thought about fucking you from behind and spanking you until your skin was a perfect shade of red, and then you’d ask for my cock in your ass.” “Oh my God.” I don’t know which was more shocking, his words or how my body responded to them.

“Kiss me, please,” I said, my voice breaking on the final word. “Oh, God, please fucking kiss me, Sir.” He gave me a stunned smile. “That wasn’t the begging I was looking for, but it definitely works.”

A voice in my head reminded me that there were other parts of his body to look at besides the magnificent art. It didn’t disappoint either. Joseph had a narrow, lean build, where oversized muscles would look odd on him. Holy hell, his proportions were just right. He

I want to feel that pussy coming on me.” He nipped at my skin, making me flinch. “You do this. Make me lose control.”

I snatched one up, rubbing my face over her flesh. My scruff bristled against her skin and Noemi exhaled loudly.

“You want more?” I asked it with a devilish voice. “Does my good girl need to be fucked harder?”

She gave me a tight smile. “Can you stop torturing me and just get on with it? I want to know how I did.” Her desire to do a good job made me laugh. Such an overachiever. She’d been fidgeting on the car ride over, so I’d set a hand on her leg and ordered her to relax. I’d been waiting for her to give me the signal that she was ready to have the conversation. “You’re not being graded, but since you asked . . .” I gave her a smile that I hoped conveyed how I felt. “I was very, very pleased.” More like I was fucking ecstatic. Her first series of posts were full of tasteful, vanilla sex. I’d woken up to a different tone today. A woman having her nipple clamps tugged on by her partner, a man fucking a woman in handcuffs and a blindfold. And her last clip . . . All the blood in my body had rushed straight to my cock. A naked woman tied down to a bench, her ass being flogged while men and women wearing black tie sat in a semi-circle watching the display. That on its own was pretty hot, but there was so much more. The submissive being flogged? She had her face buried in the pussy of another woman, whose cocktail dress was pushed up to her waist. A hand was on the back of the sub’s head, holding her still while the flogger struck.

Pressure and stretching as the plug advanced. Oh my God, I was filthy. So fucking dirty. I moaned against the belt. The stretch got worse, but then, better. Discomfort passed to only a weird sensation. “Shit, Noemi, you’re amazing. You look so hot like this. How does it feel? You like it?”

Joseph’s steady breathing was all I could hear, and I flinched when the leather touched the bare skin of my ass, only he was gently caressing me. “I get off on this, baby girl. Watching you tremble makes my cock so fucking hard.” The belt smoothed over my skin. “You dropped it on purpose, didn’t you? You want my marks on you. Yes?” I clenched my hands on the couch back, squeezing until my hands ached, and slammed my eyes shut. The belt cracked against his hand, making me jump. “Answer me.” “I want to know what it feels like.” I wanted him to show me. “Put your marks on me.” An alarm sounded in my head. I hadn’t said Sir, and I’d just given him an order. “Wait, wait—”

His hand rubbed over the warm spot he’d created with his lash. “Are you telling me to stop?” I couldn’t keep up with the game he was playing, he was so much better than I was. He’d asked a seemingly simple question, but it was loaded as hell. Not telling him to stop was permission to continue, to strike me again. But I wanted it. Perhaps I even needed it. My voice was shockingly strong. “I’m not telling you to stop.” I’d swear I could hear the whoosh of the belt cut through the air before it fell against my flesh, making tears spring into my eyes that I blinked back. Holy shit. That one hurt. The bite lingered on my skin and ached, telling me that I was his. The effect was powerfully intense, and while I loved it, it was overwhelming. I pushed upright and turned to face him, the word wait on my lips, but it died as he kissed me. More like, he devoured me. He used everything he had to own me, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I could kiss this man the rest of my life and never feel like I’d experienced all of it. It was a powerful distraction, and I didn’t notice his hands still had the belt, or that they were moving upward until he slipped the strap behind my neck. “Get on your knees.” I stepped down off the couch and fell to my knees. My mind didn’t have to approve the action, I was under his spell. I stared up at his intense eyes as he threaded the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled, cinching the belt around my throat. “Suck my dick.”

The strap around my neck constricted. He rolled his fist on the leather, his grip firm on the end of the belt. “Where’s that shy girl now?” he whispered. “Did my cock chase her away?”

He groaned and thrust himself into my throat, the collar on my neck keeping me from running from him. I had to stay still as he sawed his dick in and out, shoving it past my lips with a driving tempo. He pulsed and throbbed on my tongue. “Fuck, yes.” He curled a hand on the back of my head, and pushed me forward. Too far. Way, way, too far. I gagged loudly and he released his hold, letting me pull back off of him. I put a hand over my lips, needing a moment to regroup. “Stop,” I whispered. It had barely been a word, yet it changed everything. Joseph dropped down to kneel in front of me, bringing us level again, and it was as if he couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. He tore his shirt over his head and kicked off the jeans on his ankles. He buried his face in my throat, kissing just above where the belt hung on my neck. “You belong to me.” He mumbled it between kisses, his hands roaming over my curves. “Shit, Noemi, say it.” I felt hazy and weightless. “I belong to you,” I rasped.

“Crawl.” My mind went blank. “What?” Joseph stood and pulled on the belt. “Crawl.” No part of me found this sexy. It was demeaning. “No.” When I tried to get off my knees, a hand locked on my shoulder and kept me down. “No? Did I ask if you wanted to crawl or did I tell you to do it?” “I’m not going to—” He spanked me, and with the plug still inside, I felt the impact both inside and out. This was the first moment I’d been overwhelmed by his domination. “I gave you a command. Obey. You can’t crawl twenty goddamn feet?” The longer I was on my hands and knees, the more nervous I got. “I’m not a dog.” He yanked on the belt. “I never said you were. You’re my submissive, Noemi. So submit.” “Why?” “You don’t get to ask why. You do it because it pleases me.” It was a power trip. I stared down the hall. It was the longest twenty feet of my life as I crawled on my hands and knees, my bare breasts swinging as I moved. He walked beside me, the leather strap in his hand. My leash. But he’d asked for control and I’d consented, and I knew there would be things he wanted that I wasn’t comfortable with. Joseph said he was going to push. This was degrading, but not hard to actually do, and I’d said I wasn’t going to judge him. His job was my pleasure, and my job was pleasing him. We’d barely made it through the doorway before he put a hand under my arm, helping me to my feet, the belt dropping slack. “No one has ever submitted to me like that,” he said, pressing me against the wall, his br...

could not stop staring at the reflection of us. My blonde hair was disheveled and the end of the belt hung between my breasts. Behind me, his tattooed skin and lust-filled expression loomed. My hooded eyes searched for his in the mirror.

“I want your hand between my legs, Sir,” I said breathlessly. “Please.” Heat flashed in his eyes and a thrilled smile crossed his lips. “You asked so nicely.”

The leather strap was swinging with his thrusts, so I pushed it over my shoulder, wanting it out of the way. He groaned and my muscles clenched. The belt around my throat began to tighten. What? My eyes fluttered open and went wide, realizing . . . oh God, when I’d put the belt over my neck, did he think—? Yes, he did. The leather constricted and dug into my skin. It was uncomfortable, and the pressure on my windpipe made it even harder to breathe, and yet, it was unbelievable how badly I wanted him to go tighter. I stared at him through the mirror, my face full of need, and he watched me right back, his expression intent. Focused. His deep eyes seemed to study every attempt I made for air. “If you want to stop,” he ordered, “open your hands.” The belt tightened, the buckle biting into the side of my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all, and my mind began to turn, inching toward panic. My vision narrowed to a tunnel and blurred until we were nothing but blurry, faceless shapes. There was no way I could speak or tell him to stop, so I slapped an open hand against the mirror. I was going to pass out, any second now— “Fuck, fuck . . . oh fuck!” I screamed as the belt released its choke. Only I wasn’t screaming in pain or anger. I was coming. I shattered with ecstasy so powerful it made my legs buckle and my eyes slam shut. Behind my eyelids, stars exploded and everything went tingly numb. The numb alternated to heat as if standing in a blast furnace, then back to arctic cold, wi...

My body was still a shell while the rest of me remained floating above, so I couldn’t respond. I felt him gently pull the plug free and drop it to the floor. This time when he began to move, it was for him. Each thrust he gave tugged me back to reality until I was completely present again. I blinked my sluggish eyes at him and he gave me a smoldering look. His cock grew harder inside me and his hands, which had settled on my waist, gripped me fiercely. Fingers burrowed into my skin. Listening to his rapid, uneven breathing was so hot. I craved his orgasm, wanting him to reach the same peak he’d given me. Joseph groaned as he drove into my body with a violent thrust, and it seemed to break the dam he’d built to hold himself back. Inside, I could feel the pulse of his release, mimicked by his moans as he came. Heat and satisfaction flooded down my spine and settled in my belly.

Her soft hair smelled like coconut, and her skin like vanilla. The combination made me weak. I ripped my gaze away from her and evaluated the room instead. Our smears were on the floor-length mirror from where she’d braced herself with her arms. Watching the belt choke her while I fucked her from behind was scorching hot. I’d remember it forever. How she’d looked when the orgasm took her. The

Her exasperated sigh chased after me as I went down the hallway. I yanked on my underwear when I got to the wad of clothes on the floor. Jesus, I’d been locked in a Dom space I’d never reached with anyone else when my clothes came off. More proof that whatever this was with her, it was something . . . unique.

“What are we going to do about this?” he said, gesturing to the cake. “Nothing, it was just a joke. We don’t have to eat—” “No, Noemi. I told you not to do something, and you disobeyed.” The wicked gleam in his eye had my pulse racing. “You’ll need to be disciplined. Should I do it now? Or later?” “You said not to get you a sheet cake,” I reminded. “That one’s round.” His eyes narrowed, but his expression remained playful. “Are you talking back to me?” I clenched tighter on the heels in my hands and bit my lip, considering my options. Oh, hell, I was tired of fighting my desire. “Okay. Now,” I whispered. He grabbed the box, strolled to the couch, and began to put on his coat. “Get your shoes and coat on.” “We’re leaving?” Disappointment flashed through me. I’d expected him to take me over his knee, as I’d posted several clips of it on Tumblr already. “What about—?” “If you’re choosing now, it means you want it, and I can’t use that as a form of negative reinforcement.” He came to me until we were chest to chest, his dark eyes staring down into mine. “The frustration I’m seeing from you right now? I like it. This is part of your punishment. The rest comes later.”

Joseph appeared on the stage and motioned for us to come to him. We brought our drinks to the table closest, and without words, the men grabbed another table and carried it up on stage. “What’s going on?” I asked. The table was set up on the stage, and Joseph turned his attention to me. His dark, sexual gaze forced my heart into my throat. “Payton and Dominic are going to fuck on this stage, and we’re going to watch.”

He pushed her hand away. “I’ll have your boss give us his girlfriend’s underwear and I’ll stuff that in your mouth.” He spun her around, revealing she was wearing a thong. He put a hand on her back and shoved her to bend over the table. “Would you like that, you little slut? I’m sure you’re dying to know what her pussy tastes like. Am I right?” I bit back the startled cry that grew inside me, which was both shock and excitement. Payton didn’t answer, and Dominic’s hand came crashing down on her ass, the tight cheek barely jiggling, but the skin flushed red. “Yes,” Payton moaned. “One, thank you.” What did that yes mean? Was this in pleasure, or a response to his question? Joseph moved and knelt before me, his hands sliding over my knees. Up my thighs. Disappearing beneath my skirt. “Holy shit,” I gasped. His gaze was inescapable, and even though I wasn’t up there, I felt a million stage lights shining on me. “There’s going to be some audience participation tonight.” Joseph’s voice was authoritative and hot. “Lift up.” His fingers curled under the sides and began to peel the fabric down. I put my hands on the sides of the seat and it creaked as I lifted up so he could pull the underwear toward my knees. “Fuck, you’ve got them nice and wet for her.” A whimper fell from my lips, and I covered my mouth with my palm, embarrassed. Joseph grinned, his eyes full of wickedness, and the panties continued their descent, all the way past my sandals. I stopped breathing as he rose deli...

Not until he shifted on his knees to the side, using his fingers to spread her wide. The sliver of his tongue darting between her bare slit set me on fire. “Holy shit.” I clamped my hand over my mouth. “No.” Joseph grasped my wrist and pulled it away, a faint scowl darkening his expression. “I want to hear every sexy sound you make. Let’s put your busy hands to use. Uncross your legs and touch yourself.”

“You don’t know where to look.” His voice was velvety soft. “Do you watch my finger as it slides inside your tight, wet pussy? Or do you watch him while he makes her come all over his tongue?”

“Oh, fuck,” Payton gasped. She attempted to step back from Dominic, but he wasn’t having any of it. His other hand clenched on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh until the skin dented around them. She began to pant. “Dominic . . . I’ll fall over . . .” “No, I’ve got you.” His mouth and hand worked with precision to get exactly what he wanted from her. Her legs shook and her eyes went wide. “Shit, I’m coming. Oh . . . fuck. Fuck!” Her knees buckled and she sagged into his arms, unable to do anything but collapse since her hands were bound behind her. Dominic held her tightly as she convulsed, bucking against the orgasm.

“Faster,” Joseph commanded. “Don’t stop. I can tell you’re getting close.” I swallowed hard. I was unbelievably close. Shockingly close. My hips moved, meeting the thrust of the finger pumping in and out of me, and my hand rubbed, stimulating where the ache was greatest. “Yes, baby girl. Just like that. I’m going to do that to you sometime. Tie you up and fuck you with my mouth until you can’t stand.” My mouth hung open as my lungs demanded air. Oh, God. Oh my God. It’d been impossible to peak for so long, but being with Joseph made it practically easy. Something snapped inside me, a calm focus amid the storm of pleasure. I reached out, wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him so his face was an inch away. “Kiss me with that filthy mouth when you make me come.” I’d never seen him shocked from my words before, but it lasted only a single heartbeat. A dark, aggressive look overtook him, like a predator. He launched forward the last inch and took my mouth with his, consuming me as the orgasm did.

Holy fucking God. My chest was so tight, I couldn’t breathe. Joseph’s fingers rubbed my nipples and brought them to painfully hard points. I gave a noise that was like a soft whine. His touch was overpowering, and although I wanted to close my eyes to enjoy it better, I didn’t dare. He’d order me to open them, and deep down, I couldn’t miss a second of what I was seeing.

“Look at how deep he’s fucking her. Imagine how good that feels. You want my cock that deep inside you?” “Yes.” I was sure I had never wanting anything more. But once again, Joseph fell silent. What was he waiting for? I was smart enough to know we were playing a game, but didn’t know the rules. I turned my head toward his. “Please.” My plea was soft and filled with desperation. “Joseph, please. I need you inside me. I want them to watch as you fuck me.” The hands left my body and I shivered when their warmth was gone, but sighed in relief as his chair slid quietly away. He came into view, and the lust that painted Joseph’s expression made each nerve in my body tingle. Every inch of me was at his attention. “Listen to you beg. You’re a dirty girl,” he said, although in his tone it sounded like a compliment. “You’d let my friends watch?” My sex-drunk mind had my thoughts sluggish. Could I do it? “Yes.” Oh yes, I could, especially with the way Joseph stared at me. The smile that I’d pleased him intensified the emptiness I felt, which only he could fill.

I couldn’t get my brain to function. I blinked, held immobile not just by the steel on my wrists, but by his eyes. His head dipped down, sealing his lips over mine when a new pair of hands touched me. Her soft palms were on my shoulders, sliding inward and down. My moan was swallowed by Joseph when she found my nipples with her fingers, tugging. “Joseph,” Payton sighed softly. “She’s so fucking perfect.” The out-of-control feeling her words gave me sent me spinning. Something wet brushed over my nipple. Her tongue. It was gone abruptly, so she could speak. “Yes.” “Watch,” Joseph commanded quietly, releasing his grip so I could. “Watch him fuck her while she sucks on your tits.” I don’t know how she could, my chest was heaving hard. One of her hands gripped my shoulder firmly, the other held my breast up to her lips. Behind her, Dominic’s hands circled her waist, gently thrusting into her. “Oh my God,” I said. Her response was to nip at me.

“What would you do,” Joseph said, still looming over me, “if you had your hands? Would you touch yourself, or her? Would you push her head down until she was licking your sweet pussy?” “Fuck,” Dominic groaned. His hand was on her shoulder, and the fingers clenched as if the visual had brought him much closer to coming than he expected. And Dominic’s hand was only a few inches from my breast. What would happen if he slipped and brushed me accidentally? What if he touched me purposefully? It was all so dangerous. “Wait.” I immediately wanted the word back. Payton’s startled expression turned to mine, her hands hesitating. “Keep going,” Joseph said to her, then his gaze swept back to me. In the low light he was frighteningly beautiful. “We’re getting close to something new and exciting whenever that word comes out. When you say wait, all I hear is push. Now tell us, because I know Dominic’s dying to hear if Payton can slide her tongue inside your pussy. Yes, or no.”

Payton’s mouth was locked on a nipple, drawing it between her teeth right on the edge of pain, as Dominic’s pace suddenly sped to the mind-erasing one Joseph had given me in front of the mirror. “Shit,” he said breathlessly. “Fuck, Payton, I’m getting close.” Her head tilted up to Joseph. “Can he come on her?” He must have given her a signal because she stood abruptly and stepped out of Dominic’s way so he could stand between my legs. What was . . . oh, holy shit. Dominic’s hand clenched his dick along with Payton’s, both of them pumping their grip on him. “Wait,” I said, my annoying reflex I couldn’t get control of. “Wait, wait, wait—” All the other people heard was push, push, push. Then Dominic gave an enormous gasp, followed by a slew of profanity as his hot cum shot onto my naked flesh. Ribbon after ribbon of white struck my skin, painted on my belly and . . . lower. I moaned as he coated my pussy, so needy for any kind of contact that even this felt good. I didn’t blink and my chin rested on the shirt wadded around my neck, my mouth wide open so I could choke in air. Payton’s hand slowed on Dominic’s dick as his soft moans did, his body recovering from the explosion. What was I supposed to think about what had just happened? It was so far out of my comfort zone I wasn’t sure. But what about Joseph? My head lolled toward him, and he watched me back with interest, as if gauging my reaction. His lips pulled back into a pleased smile, which heated me all the way to my co...

There was a flurry of activity when Payton sank to her knees between my thighs. Both men grabbed chairs and sat on either side of me. “Is that a ‘stop’?” Joseph asked lightly. His fingertips touched my knee, gently pulling it back so Payton had more room. The warm, thick liquid was creeping down my stomach, slowly making its way to my aching clit. No, it wasn’t a stop. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “I’ll try not to say it again.” I was tired of being a scared little lamb. Joseph’s other hand rested on the back of my neck and he kissed me so softly it made me woozy. “It’s more than fine, baby girl. You’re nervous and I’m asking a lot of you, but I know you’re going to like this. And me? I’m going to fucking love it.” He glanced across the way. “Dominic, you mind?” He gestured to my legs, and Dominic understood. His hand slipped onto my knee, so the men held me open for her. Payton’s hands rested just on the inside of the men’s, warm hands on my legs.

Joseph gave a wicked laugh. “I don’t mind. She certainly won’t.” Because I’d posted a clip last night of a woman blowing one guy while another did her from behind. I held the fantasy that most other women did, but performance anxiety filled me now. One man took so much focus, how on earth would I handle two? Or two and a woman? My brain went quiet when Payton’s hand guided Dominic’s onto my other breast and her tongue continued its wicked stroke. His large, rough hand gripped me firmly. “Fuck,” I moaned. Having three people focused on me at once sent me into meltdown. Overload. Joseph’s mouth carved a path up my throat until his lips were on mine, delivering a dominating kiss that leveled me. Hands were everywhere. On my knees. My breasts. Payton’s fingers spread me open so she could suck in a pulsating rhythm right on my clit. Blood roared in my ears. My heart raced and I struggled for each breath as my eyes fell closed. It felt so impossibly good. Everyone caressing, licking, and working together to get me there.

When my kiss with Joseph ended, his forehead pressed against mine, his hand still gripping my throat and his face filled with power. “Use your fingers, Payton. I want to watch this bad girl come apart.” Even as he spoke to her, his intense stare never wavered from mine. I gazed back and my eyes hooded when a finger teased my entrance, then pushed inside. “Oh,” I said on a broken breath, no louder than a whisper. “This is what I wanted,” Joseph said. “Watching you right on the edge.” The finger thrust over and over, coupled with her tongue working back and forth on my sensitive clit. “Are you ready to go over?” I swallowed hard, which he had to feel with his grip on my throat. His fingers tightened, his head dropped down, and he licked my erect nipple. “Make the anal virgin squirm,” he commanded. Oh, shit. What did that mean? “Yeah?” Her voice was pleasantly surprised, and one of her fingers nudged down. “Wait.” I mashed my teeth together. “Oh, fuck.” The new finger was pushing deeper, pressing against me. “Dominic, distract,” Payton said, her lips pausing against my quaking center long enough to get the words out, and then there were two men with their mouths on my breasts. I was holding back a tidal wave and fighting a losing battle. Each tiny inch further her finger intruded, the harder it was to keep myself from bursting. Looking down at the men with their tongues on my flesh, hers between my folds while she peered up at me with big eyes, was the image that sent me over...

When she was dressed, her nervous expression had the Dom inside me salivating. “You want something else to drink?” I asked. “Rum and Coke?” She shook her head. “Something stronger.” I laughed, knowing her reasons. “Like a shot of Everclear?” She strode close and leaned in to me, her voice hushed. “I just want something to take the tremble away.” Her waist was small in my hands, where it fit so perfectly. “But I fucking love your tremble.” “I don’t.” Her expression was pained. I set my hand on her cheek and brushed my thumb over her lush lips. “The things I’m going to do to you, they’re going to make you tremble no matter what.”

My gaze followed the descent of her skirt. I wanted to own every inch of her skin, to command all of her. I needed to hear her moans of pleasure like I needed oxygen. Holy shit. Maybe the Jack Daniel’s was exaggerating my thoughts. Hopefully. “Come here,” I said, taking her hand and tugging her down into my lap, straddling me. My hands cupped her breasts as I thrust up against her. “Feel that? My cock is so fucking hard for you.” She rocked her hips and I clamped my teeth around a nipple, firm enough until I heard a sharp hiss. But it made her rock against me faster. “That’s what you like, filthy girl. A little pain, just enough to show you you’re alive.”

I had my arms around her, one hand rested on her bent knee and the other on her hip. So I tightened my arm around her back while the hand on her knee traveled deep between her thighs. Her breathing went shallow as I kneaded her swollen clit.

My fingers had paused their wicked movements between Noemi’s legs, distracted by the display of power. I was so hard it was painful. Every subtle shift of her body on mine was blissful agony. I slapped my fingers on her clit, just a little too aggressive to be playful, and she jolted. Her shocked eyes blinked wide, but then hooded again when I rubbed her. Her quiet moan of pleasure shot straight to my dick, so I slapped her pussy again, this time harder. She let out a little yelp. Pain? Surprise? I couldn’t tell, and her hand covered her mouth. “I think you need one more,” I whispered. Her unblinking gaze focused sharply on my hand. Where was the wait from her lips? Or the stop? I reared my hand up and brought it down swiftly, halting suddenly an inch from her skin, but the effect worked. She flinched for the incoming blow, and as soon as she realized what I’d done, her shoulders relaxed. That was when I slapped her clit a final time.

A short laugh tore from my lungs. “I love that you’re such an overachiever. You don’t have to immediately be the best at everything you try.” She ignored me and wrapped her hand around my cock, running her tongue over the tip, licking. My toes curled inside my shoes and my balls ached. Her mouth descended on me again, and it was more torturous pleasure. Why was I giving her a hard time about this? She wanted to practice deep-throating on me. I needed to shut my stupid fucking mouth and thank my lucky stars for this girl. But the wolf inside me would not be quiet. “Maybe if you make it all the way to the base, I can get you a cake.” This time she didn’t choke on my cock, it was my words. She retreated and tried again, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as more and more of my dick disappeared in her mouth. “Goddamnit.” I fought back the urge to push on her head. She didn’t need any help, and I had to stop being a fucking asshole. “Jesus, that feels so good.” She pulled off me, breathless, a scowl on her face. Disappointment, and it was fucking adorable. I clenched my grip tighter in her hair, forcing her gaze on me. “Has someone been reading deep throating tips on the internet?” Her bottom lip quivered. “Among other things.” “Yeah?” I leaned forward and brought my face closer to hers, gently wrapping my other hand around her neck. I liked this position. On her knees and both of my hands on her, controlling exactly where she looked. “What else?” Her pulse quickened benea...