Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club #4) (30 page)

And . . . that was it. I shoved my hand between my legs and massaged the ache.

He did exactly what I had done, edging her. First with one finger, then with two. His mouth closed on her nipple and sucked until his cheeks hollowed. Her squirming grew desperate.

“Please,” she whispered even when we all knew it was futile. His white teeth gleamed at me when she gasped her second cry, begging in a raw voice.

Instead, he gave her three fingers. Pleasure rolled along my nerve endings, not just at the visual of half his hand inside her, but at the memory of how good the stretch felt. How much I enjoyed the sensation of being so full.

He looked amazing.

His powerful arm flexed with each thrust, making her body recoil on each impact, sending her breasts swaying. Tara panted with her eyes closed. Her hips undulated on the fingers, and her knees shook.

I didn’t submit. My programming was off; I was wired wrong. Yet I was struck powerfully with the thought that if I’d ever allow true domination, it’d be with this man. Because I cared so deeply for him, if he needed it . . .

The pitch of Tara’s breathing changed and turned frantic like someone had flipped a switch. Her shoulders tensed. Soft whimpering noises rumbled and pleaded. He’d pushed her farther and longer than I had, and I was sure his reward would be greater. The moment she came undone was crystal clear. Tara couldn’t form words. The only thing going on in her mind was the desperate, primal need for release.

“Yes,” Silas encouraged. “Yes, yes.”

An earthquake erupted from her, so violent it shook the couch. Her legs tensed, her arm muscles strained, and she gasped so loud it was almost a scream. Her head tipped back and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, letting Silas hold her as the orgasm took control from him.

It was such an impressive display, my hand paused. All I could do was watch with rapt attention, drinking in her cries of pleasure. I was envious of them both. Envious of her pleasure, and of his control.

Her panting diminished breath by breath until it was steady and normal. He lifted her, helping Tara return to sitting on the couch and him by her side.

“You said I should do whatever I want to do to you,” Silas said to me. “Right?”

“Yes,” I purred. My hand resumed its stroke between my legs. Christ. I’d never been this wet. It was almost embarrassing.

He stood and undid the cuffs of his dress shirt, pulling himself free. The white shirt sailed onto the coffee table. His pants and boxers were shed next. The belt cracked against the wood when the clothes were chucked aside. Now he was as gloriously naked as she was. It heightened the stakes and made me insatiable.

I was too busy admiring the tattoo to realize what he was doing. He grabbed the edge of the coffee table and pushed it to the side, clearing space in front of Tara.

“Oh!” He surprised her when he shoved her backward and she bounced slightly against the couch cushions. She’d been seated right at the edge and now she was in a slumped position. As she tried to push herself up on her bound hands, Silas took a knee.

I didn’t like that our connection was broken, but it was overruled by the anticipation of the new show about to start. And since he couldn’t do it . . . “Tara, look at me.”

Her gaze flew to mine directly across the space. She held it as the man kneeling before her put his large hands on her knees and pressed them open. His head dipped down. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose.

Oh, my,
fuck
. The muscles along his broad back rippled and flexed as he fucked her with his mouth. I tugged my panties down around my knees, torturing myself. I could touch my pussy, but the panties kept me restrained. Kept me from finishing myself off.

Tara’s chin was tucked to her chest, and it seemed she no longer cared about her slumped positioning. Her feet were on the floor, but she lifted up onto the balls of her feet. It only made Silas push her legs further apart. I could hear the sound of his tongue sliding on her damp pussy, and see how much she enjoyed each sensation through her face.

“Isn’t he amazing with his tongue?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My body locked up in momentary shock.
Mistress
. How the fuck could a single word give me so much pleasure? I yanked my hand away from my pussy, worried I might come without warning.

I needed to reward her for how much she’d pleased me. I stood up and the sodden panties fell to my ankles, so I could easily step out of them. My hand went to the pull on the zipper of my dress.

She watched me undress, her eyes hooded. I wasn’t sure if it was my naked body, or the tongue working her, or both.

“I didn’t know you . . .” she struggled to catch her breath, “had a tattoo. Is it yours, Sir?”

He’d been busy, so he must not have realized I’d stripped. His head turned, and when I caught his gaze, I smiled. Behind my ribs, my heart went into overdrive.

“Yes,” I said, my voice confident. “All of it. All of me is his.”

Chapter

TWENTY-TWO

Silas looked stunned. We hadn’t talked about our relationship. In fact, my request for him not to see anyone else was the only conversation we’d had about it. But I cared for him so much I felt it deep into the marrow of my bones, and knew he felt it back, at least to some degree.

I joined him, sinking to my knees. He must have known my intent. His hand cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me fiercely, and then he pressed me toward her waiting pussy.

My tongue lapped and licked at her eagerly, while one of his hands caressed the curves of my body. His touch was sensual, as if he was sculpting me with those artistic hands. Meanwhile I fluttered and sucked, sliding my tongue deep between her folds so I could taste her better. Enjoyment crept in for both me and her, but the hand on the back of my neck tightened. It wordlessly asked me to let up so he could take over.

Watching him lap at her up close made me dizzy with lust. I was too impatient to wait my turn. I lunged forward, and our tongues met as they flicked over her clit. Tara’s whimpers of choked bliss were louder than the sexy music playing in my kitchen.

We worked together perfectly. He’d lick her for a minute, and then I’d take charge. He had one hand squeezing her full breast, while the other was on my ass, squeezing as well. His grip was intense and needy.

The tag team rhythm was demanding and relentless on her. The muscles in her belly were quivering, and power burned under my skin, urging me onward. I turned my palm up to the ceiling as I sank my middle two fingers in her pussy. Silas wasn’t kidding. Her body was scalding hot.

“Condom in my purse,” I said to him.

Footsteps carried him away while I kept her poised on the brink. Like when she’d been on the table, her hips rotated on my hand, trying to set the pace, so I pinched her swollen clit. She stopped instantly, a moan dying in her throat.

The sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open spurred me into action. I eased my hand out of her, grabbed her elbow and pulled her back up to sitting. I was curious how Silas was going to want to take her, but then he answered it by sitting on the floor beside me, his back against the foot of the couch, his legs straight out on the carpet.

“You want me to untie her?” I asked, figuring it be easier if she had use of her hands.

He nodded as he rolled the condom down the length of his cock. I wrapped my arms around her waist to reach behind her, and my fingers worked lose the knots he’d tied. She stared down at me like I was fascinating, and her attentiveness only made my desire stronger.

There’d been something missing between all of my partners before Silas, and I’d been convinced it was them. The ache and unsatisfied feeling which lingered after sex, even when my orgasms had been fulfilled, left me wondering if it was always going to be like that. A letdown. It hadn’t really been them, it’d been me. I’d held myself back on a leash until Silas.

I pulled Tara down off the couch so we were kneeling together beside him, and I slid a hand down her back, grabbing the soft globe of her ass. My other hand was on her hip, pressing her against me. Our naked breasts collided. It felt . . . pleasant. There wasn’t another word I could find to describe it, but I liked her soft skin pushed against mine.

Tara was ready for my kiss. Her lips opened, welcoming my tongue, and her mouth was as scorching hot as the rest of her had been. When I ended the kiss, I took my hand off her ass and brought it back down with a loud smack.

“Get on him. I want to watch you fuck that cock.” I ordered it with a dark voice. I was out of control with excitement and weirdly in complete control of all other aspects of the scene.

“Regan.” Once again, Silas said my name like it was a dirty word, and it sounded so fucking good. His expression was painted with concern. “You’re sure?”

I didn’t want to just tell him I was sure, I wanted to
show
him. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, and forced her over him so she straddled his lap. Tara put her hands on his shoulders to stabilize herself, but her gaze remained on mine. Both of them staring at me.
Yes
. She understood exactly who was in command right now.

I lifted the corner of my mouth into a smile, wordlessly giving her permission to go ahead.

Holy fucking God, it was erotic. Naughty and wrong, yet I couldn’t stop watching as she sank down, his cock disappearing in her body. My grip in her hair guided her slowly down, and my other hand covered hers on his shoulder. Competing desires rose up. I wanted to kiss him, but I also didn’t want to stop watching.

In the end, the desire to connect with him was stronger. I held her perfectly still on him, while I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. He tasted like sin. The kiss was only supposed to last a moment, but he had other plans. He trapped my head in his hands and claimed me, branding his kiss on my lips.

Lust and wickedness were a dangerous combination, but they looked beautiful on Silas. His gaze was so focused on me, it felt like he could see right inside to the secrets I was keeping. I kept our eye-contact unbroken as I moved my hand, commanding my sub to begin.

Kissing him while she’d sucked his cock was sexy, but kissing him while he was fucking her was so much better. Once she’d found the tempo I’d wanted, I let her go and sat back on my heels. Her tits bounced as she rode him, her head flung back, and waves rolled through her long curtain of hair. Silas had a hand on her waist. I’d set the original pace, but it seemed too slow for him. He drove up beneath her, unleashing a groan of approval as she matched the tempo his hips demanded.

“Yeah,” he grunted. His hand on her waist glided up until it was on the spot where her neck met her body. “Tell her how much you like my cock inside you.”

Tara’s head came up and her gaze searched, finding me quickly. Her cheeks were flushed and she panted it out. “He feels amazing.”

“Does he?” I moved so I was right beside her, my knees against her leg. I spanked her, causing her to yelp. “Answer me.”

“Oh, God. Yes, Mistress.”

She already seemed close to coming again. I dipped my hand between their bodies, buried my fingers on her wet clit, and rubbed furiously as she pumped on him.

“Are you going to come all over his cock? Is your pussy going to make a big mess?”

She flinched at my question, but her face twisted with enjoyment. It turned her on. My hand that wasn’t working her clit, cupped the nape of her neck and reminded her of my dominance. I put my lips at the sensitive spot below her ear, kissing and nipping.

It made her wild. She thrashed on him, shuddering and gasping, her orgasm mounting and then seemingly right upon her.

What Silas and I were doing was intensely hot, but it was the way we synced that turned my insides to liquid. I sat back from her at the same moment his grip locked down on her hips, forcing her to stop. Neither one of us wanted her to lose control just yet. Her gasp was a frustrated sob, the sound of it illustrating exactly how much power we had over her. It was thrilling when his expression mirrored what I was feeling.

“Get up on the couch,” Silas said. “I want to make you come.”

Oh, fuck me. We’d just denied her orgasm and now he was going to give me one, right in front of her. He was evil and I loved it.

He shifted so his head was laying back on the couch cushion. I stood, took a knee beside his shoulder, and grabbed the back of the couch, facing the wall. My body was alight with anticipation, beyond ready for his indecent kiss. I positioned myself so his face was between my thighs, and lowered down until there was the contact of his wet tongue.

My knuckles tightened on the fabric-covered wood of the couch, and I leaned over, putting my cheek against the wall. “
Fuck
.”

Silas’s strokes were tentative. He was probably trying to find his new rhythm as he fucked us both simultaneously. Tara let loose a moan, telling me he was moving again with her, and then his tongue kicked into gear.

“Fuck,” I babbled again. “Oh my God, Silas.”

The wall was cold against my cheek, but everywhere else I was on fire. It wasn’t going to take me long. Silas’s rough hand was on my ass, and I jolted up off his lips as Tara’s mouth was there. I glanced back over my shoulder to see his other hand threaded through her hair, pushing her forward. He wanted her to use her mouth on me, too.