Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

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.”