One More Rule: The Blindfold Club Novella (6 page)

“The guidelines, naughty girl. I need to know . . . what’s allowed.”

The dancer’s ankles came together. She stood straight, arched her back, and the panties fell to a heap at her feet. Holy fuck, she looked good in nothing but her money, glasses, and high heels. Dominic and I didn’t get to look at the long, nude curve of her body for more than a few seconds. She turned to face the couch and knelt between Logan’s knees while her hands ran along his inseam, working her way up.

“Fucking shit.” Logan combed his fingers through his hair and tipped his head back on the couch. Evie was sucking on his neck. Tracy’s hands unbuckled his belt. His pants were unsnapped and a zipper dropped.
Oh my God.

It wasn’t clear if Logan was trying to sit up and stop Tracy, or if he was moving to make it easier. By the time he was sitting upright, the fully naked woman dropped down into his lap, right over his erection covered by a thin layered of black cotton.

“Shit. Shit, wait a minute,” he said. His hands were on her undulating hips in an attempt to stop her. His eyes were hooded with lust, but still focused on Evie. But this didn’t seem to bother his fiancé.

“Does she feel good?” Evie’s smile was diabolical, and pride burned warm in my veins. It was exciting to see this side of her, the one who was powerful. It had come out for a moment in Logan’s darkened bedroom that night last September when she’d let me join them. She’d pushed Logan right to the edge. Her voice was as commanding now as it had been then. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Goddamnit.”

“Tell me,” Evie goaded, “what you want to do to me.”

Tracy slithered over his cock, her pussy grinding against him. Were his eyes going to roll back into his head? He looked a half-second away from tossing Tracy away, slamming Evie into the couch, pushing her panties aside, and taking her in one, quick thrust.

He seemed like he might give up with his next breath.

“I want you to ride my fingers.” He was panting now. His face had an intense, raw expression. “I want you coming on my face. Now, fucking tell me . . . is that allowed?”

“You’ll violate the nudity—”

“No, naughty girl.” He gave her a frantic kiss, as if he only had a fingertip’s grip on his control. “Payton has blindfolds.”

Of course. Kind of cheating, but not.
Clever, Logan.

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FIVE

Evie’s blue eyes blinked at his question, and it was so clear. She wanted to say yes desperately, but also feared what giving him that power would do. I feared it as well. Men were most persuasive when they were on their knees.

“Answer me.” It was a whisper from Logan, but his demanding tone made it sound loud.

“Yes,” Evie said breathlessly. “But if you peek, I win.”

Logan’s smile was a million miles wide. “That won’t happen, but I get it.”

Tracy picked up the pace, sliding faster on him and the muscles along Logan’s jawline flexed. He looked like he was enduring punishment.

The pads of Dominic’s fingers traced circles on my knee and threatened to venture up onto my inner thigh. My legs parted slightly to make room and encourage, but he didn’t take the bait. He just sat there, tracing his infuriating and teasing circles while I ached for his touch.

The song faded out and was replaced by another, and the waves of Tracy’s hips slowed to a stop. “You want another dance, sexy?”

“No, thank you.” It was tight and relieved from Logan.

Oh, hell no. He’d survived the lap dance, but I sensed he was wound tighter than a spring. Maybe he just needed another push.

“She wants a dance,” I said, gesturing to Evie. “My treat.”

The noise of protest that escaped Logan sounded suspiciously nervous, as Tracy lifted onto her knees and began crawling into Evie’s lap. Who went statue-still with shock.

“You can touch me,” Tracy whispered, her voice warm like honey. “Forget about club rules, I don’t mind.” Her knees were planted on either side of Evie’s lap, and her hands tousled her light brown hair. Then her palms flowed down her neck, over her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples to keep them hard. Or maybe she simply enjoyed the sensation.

Tracy finished wandering her own body, and traveled over to the front of Evie’s dress. Her fingers dipped inside the neckline. Evie’s mouth fell open but no sound came out.

The woman glanced at Logan. “Is she shy?”

I snorted. “Only with strangers.”

“Oh, shit.” Evie’s shoulders shuddered when Tracy latched her lips on Evie’s neck. Hands moved under the neckline of her dress.

Dominic gripped my knee and tugged, drawing my focus to him. His dark, seductive look made my breath hitch. Lust hung heavy in the air, choked my lungs, and I was snared in his gaze.

“Get the fuck over here. You’re too far away,” he said in his rough, deep voice.

Too far away for him to undoubtedly torture me, but I went to him anyway, eager. I scrambled to sit sideways in his lap. His hold tangled in my hair and yanked me down into his kiss while his other hand slid up my leg, diving beneath my skirt.

Fuck yes.

I could hear movement on the couch that sounded as if Logan was doing up his pants. Did he have blue balls, aching to be inside his fiancé? Because I could fucking relate. Whatever the female equivalent of that was, I had it. I
needed
Dominic. Somehow the restraint Evie had placed on Logan had an effect on me. It was like how denial instantly intensifies a craving.

Dominic feathered the lightest touch over my panties, but it was a bolt of static electricity on my sensitized skin.

“Yes,” I whispered. “More.”

His lips hovered by the shell of my ear. “Where?” His fingers brushed again. “Here?”

“Yes,” I hissed. I gripped his forearm and squeezed. I both hated and loved his teasing.

“But you didn’t say please, Payton.”

“Fuck.” I squirmed to try to get his fingers against me. I was soaking through the lace, and now I wished he hadn’t given me permission to wear the underwear. The barrier between us needed to go, but Dominic held me firm.

Logan’s voice cut through the fog, spoken with pride. “Naughty girl.”

Holy shit
. Evie had a hand on Tracy’s tits, and her big, blue eyes stared up at the naked woman writhing in her lap. There was a tiny, unexpected spark of jealousy at this, which was ridiculous. I was the last woman Evie had been with. She and Logan hadn’t invited anyone else to play after me, or so she said. I loved my best friend, but not in that way, and I’d gone on to play with other women, so wasn’t I a fucking hypocrite?

“Is this okay?” she whispered to Logan.

His hand pushed down his erection, adjusting in his seat. “Are you serious? It’s so fucking hot.” He leaned in and swallowed her moan as he kissed her.

Dominic pressed a finger right to my clit, and I jolted. “Eyes on me, devil woman.”

“Yes, Sir.” I’d meant it to sound sarcastic, but this man made me fall apart. His expression was full of power and control as he stroked me. His fingers toyed with the seam, mocking that he’d move the fabric to the side and
really
touch me.

Speaking of mocking . . .

“Did you need something?” Evie said. I didn’t dare take my eyes off Dominic, but I could hear the confidence in her voice. “You look like you need something.”

“I’m fine, Evie.” It would have been more believable if Logan’s voice hadn’t sounded uneven. “But watching you suck on her tits has me so fucking hard.”

“What? I haven’t done that.”

“You’re about to.”

Evie blew out a breath. It was quiet, and then Tracy’s low moan rang out. I wanted to watch what was happening. I was turned away to face Dominic, but he could see it all, and since I was in his lap, I felt the subtle jerk of his cock against my thigh.

His gaze flicked up to meet mine, and an indecent smile crept over him. “Your friend’s licking the stripper’s tits.”

Why was I surprised that she’d done it? Obviously she didn’t have a problem with women, and Logan had basically told her to. The good girl loved following his commands. But I was thrilled, too. This had been strategic on Evie’s part, I was sure. She’d do what she could to win.

“And what about your friend? Does he look ready to break a rule?”

Even without seeing him, I could feel Logan’s gaze boring into me. “No, he doesn’t,” he answered for Dominic.

But since I had obeyed my fiancé, he rewarded me. My breath evaporated in a shiver when my panties were tugged to the side and a finger plunged inside. My fingernails dug into his forearm at the welcomed intrusion.

“Slow,” the rough voice echoed in my ear, just a whisper. “Don’t rush me, or I’ll stop. You don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head and clamped my teeth together to choke back the plea for
more
, and
faster
, and
harder
. God, all of what he’d give me, if only I had patience. Pleasure grew in slow waves, building with Dominic’s painstakingly slow pace, and the thumb that teased my clit.

A soft moan slipped from my lips. If he expected me to be quiet, he was going to have to tell me.

“Ready to start revising the rule?” Logan’s tone was wicked. “If I put my hand up your skirt, am I going to find your pussy wet and ready for me?”

Evie gasped. “Oh my God.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Dominic’s mouth captured mine, and his tongue slid past my lips. It possessed and tasted, and I returned the kiss with the same intensity he fed me. My next moan was louder, and two fingers delved into my greedy body. The stretch was delicious, but wasn’t enough. His skilled fingers were amazing, but I hungered for the real thing.

Time began to blur. It was burned up by the heat Dominic was injecting me with. Abruptly the fingers retreated and I whined, but Dominic shushed me. He
fucking shushed
me—

The wet fingers were shoved in my mouth, cutting me off. I sucked them clean, and it was then I realized why. Tracy stood in front of us, her bra and panties back on, and an expectant look.

“It’s eighty,” she said softly.

Dominic pulled out his wallet and pushed the Yen aside, digging out the American money. He counted out five twenty-dollar bills and handed them over. “Thanks.”

“Thank you.” She winked, thrilled with the tip. “Can I get you guys anything?”

“Yeah. There was a blonde on the main stage when we got here—”

“The one with the amazing pole skills,” I interrupted.

Tracy slipped the twenties into her garter. “Ashley. I’ll see if she’s available to party with you.”

As soon as she was out the door, Dominic reached for his glass of whiskey, and he chuckled right before tipping the glass back. It was because Evie had hurled herself into Logan’s lap and his hand disappeared under her skirt.

“You can tell me you don’t want to fuck,” Logan said, “but your body says otherwise.”

Evie sighed and clung to him. “You know I want to. This is all your fault.”

“How’s that?”

“You’re the one with all the rules and who loves anticipation.”

His expression was skeptical. Clearly he didn’t believe her.

“Green . . .” She kissed his lips. “Yellow.” She rocked her hips on him. “Red.” Her hand gripped his cock through his pants. “You’ve taught me all about the build-up, boss.”

Logan looked smug. His dark eyes studied her as he continued to move his hand between her legs.

“You let me know . . .” she said in a tight voice, “when you think you’re so persuasive that I’m going to cave.”

His short laugh was full of confidence. “I’ll let you know when I start, but here’s a clue. I’ll have a blindfold on.”

Evie’s expression shifted into one of fear. “Wait, I’ve changed my mind. You can’t go down on me.”

Logan hesitated. “What?”

“No oral. Well, I can still go down on you—”

Oh, he did
not
like hearing that. His expression hardened. “Bullshit. You already set the rules, you can’t go back on them.”

His arm flexed and moved, as if he’d thrust his finger deep inside her. Evie inhaled sharply and balled his shirt into her fists.

“Fuck,” she cried, twisting with pleasure and pain.

“No changing the rules during the game, naughty girl. Understood?”

It was barely a word from her. “Yes.” It was immediately followed by a moan and she melted into Logan’s embrace.

The door swung open without a knock, and in strolled the blonde on her black and fuchsia shoes. She was even better looking up close, but there was a cold, ruthless look in her eyes that I was a little too familiar with. This had been me at the blindfold club. Disconnected. Doing the job while being numb.

Ashley didn’t have the people skills Tracy did—she was all business. “It’s fifty for a two song dance. Forty for one song if you want me on the pole.”