Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club #4) (19 page)

“Up.” I gathered the straps in one hand and yanked on them, tugging her hands up toward the ceiling.

There were hooks hidden in the intricate light fixture, and it was anchored strong enough to support more weight than a full-grown man. I hiked up my skirt and buried a knee into the leather cushion as I climbed onto the table.

Tara sat up and kept her bound wrists together. Did she know what I was doing? She seemed to, and waited patiently as I reached up and threaded the ends of the straps through the hooks. I could suspend her from the chandelier if I wanted, but that felt like overkill. I had picked one of the lower hooks, and gave the straps a tug, jerking her up onto her knees.

Better. She knelt on the table, her hands suspended by her head. I closed the anchor end of the straps around her wrists as well, securing her in that position. The table made no sound as I got down off of it and my gaze went to Silas.

His focus was on the blindfolded and nude woman who mimicked a marionette. I couldn’t blame him, she looked fascinating like that. I stood beside the table and let my hands roam over her, keeping my gaze on his. Silas’s icy blue eyes seemed to follow each caress I made.

Tara’s head lolled forward, resting against the back of her hands, as if it had grown too heavy to support. My devious touching seemed to be taking its toll on her. The truth was I was as eager for her orgasm as she seemed to be. I was so anxious for the rush, I could taste it.

There was a cordless Magic Wand vibrator in the drawer, and I scooped it up. I put it close to her ear and flipped the switch. She startled and her head snapped toward the direction of the buzzing noise. The vibrator had a large white head, and I set it against her nipple to tease, getting her to flinch from its powerful vibrations.

Fuck, I needed to make her come. I’d pushed both of us right to the edge. She breathed a moan as I buried the head of the toy in her pussy, centered directly on her clit. Silas didn’t seem to be blinking. Maybe he could sense I was nearing the end and didn’t want to miss a single moment of the scene.

Her cries built in intensity and desperation as I held the vibrations tight against her, my other hand steady on her hip. She was so perfect like this. Her body undulated against the pleasure. Her hands wrapped tight around the straps holding her arms up.

I was in command, but the power had been given to me by him. I didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t share it.

“Do you want to come?” I asked her.

Her voice broke as she choked it out. “Yes, please.”

“He’s going to count down from ten.” I squeezed her hip, digging my fingers in so she’d focus on what I was saying. “You don’t come until he hits zero.”

Then my gaze swung to Silas, wordlessly passing the control to him. A pleased look washed through him, followed by a serious, intense one.

“Ten.” His deep, male voice rang out. “Nine . . . eight.”

Tara swallowed a breath. She shifted on the vibrator as if trying to move away, but I wouldn’t allow it.

“Seven . . . six.” Silas gathered strength and power. He was barely on the seat, his gaze not wavering from mine. Holy shit, he looked amazing. He stared at me as if I were a glass of water and he were a man dying of thirst. “Five. Four.”

Tara whined. She bucked against the straps, and when she couldn’t get free, she moaned, loud and painfully.

“Three,” he said.

A smile burned on my lips as his tempo suddenly slowed to a crawl. It’s just what I would have done.

“Two.”

She cried out and her whole body shook. The muscles in her biceps flexed while she endured the pleasure of the sensations without being allowed to succumb. Would she make it? Any moment I expected her to shatter.

“One.”

The word was for her, but it hit me with an impact I wasn’t anticipating. I felt tinges of pleasure by proxy.

He demanded it of her, his voice coated in authority. “Now come.”

“Oh, fuck, oh, shit,” she cried. “Shit!”

Tara convulsed as the orgasm seized her. She reared back on her legs, getting away from the vibrator and screamed while she came. It was such a fucking sexy sound, it made my pussy clench and ache. Watching the powerful orgasm roll through her gave me weak knees, but my heart banged in my chest. I could barely breathe as the moans poured from Tara, dwindling as her climax began to ebb.

It must have passed, because her body sagged and she sat back on her heels.

“Good girl,” I said, switching off the vibrator. It had pleased me that she’d done as I asked. Her submission wasn’t like anything I’d had before. I felt . . . amped. Like I was ready to take point on a dangerous raid.

Really, I felt like I could do
anything
.

I set the vibrator down, reached up and undid the anchor straps on her wrists, and her hands immediately fell into her lap. The long black ribbons slid free and fluttered through the air, raining down on her until they were puddles on the tabletop.

“Are you comfortable like that?” I asked.

She shifted her folded legs so they weren’t beneath her, and nodded.

“Good. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Silas’s focus sharpened on me as I stalked toward his chair. Did he like this, how I looked at him like he was a piece of meat? A meal I wanted to devour? My knees thudded to the floor when I reached him and knelt between his legs.

I fumbled with the snap on his pants, but he made a warning sound. His hands gripped my hair and tugged my head back harshly, forcing me to look him in the eye. He didn’t say anything, not with words. His perfect lips didn’t move, yet he spoke volumes, telling me all about how this was going to happen as he dictated. Silas had a gravity that was impossible to ignore. Not that I wanted to anyway. He inhaled slowly, then let the breath out, once again studying my lips. The hands in my hair tightened, holding me still as he brought his mouth to mine.

Good God, his kiss. It was forceful and demanding, like I’d made him wait too long for it and now he was punishing me. But it was the same as the crack of the riding crop against Tara’s skin—a punishment which brought pleasure. A punishment that was needed and desired.

His mouth was searing. His tongue shoved past my lips and it slid over mine. The jolt of enjoyment traveled down the length of my body. I’d swear I could feel his wicked tongue moving between my legs, too.

His lips carved a path, working to the corner of my mouth and then along my jawline, leaving my skin damp in his wake. I shivered as he went lower. A line down my neck to where my pulse raced for him. Here, his lips clamped tight.

It felt good. I closed my eyes, and let him suck on my neck while I rested my palms on his thighs. But a warning alarm sounded in my head, and I jerked away, glaring at him. Was he trying to . . .
mark
me?

“Oh, you don’t like that? I thought it was your thing, mouth raper.”

I put my hands on his firm chest and pushed as hard as I could, sending him reeling backward so he was slumped in the seat. “You can’t rape the willing.”

I flicked open the snap and tore his zipper down.

Once again, his patterned boxers gave me pause. Black with red images . . . roosters? “Your cock is covered with cocks.”

I was treated to a half-smile, but it faded quickly, returning to his serious, intense expression when I pulled the elastic waistband down, setting him free.

He still had his hands on my head, and his fingers curled, twining my hair. “You want this cock so bad?” he said, his tone stern. “Here you go.”

He forced my head down on him, shoving his dick in my mouth. My fingers flexed and I put my hands on his thighs, signaling to release me, but he didn’t. His grip in my hair, which verged on painful, kept me from pulling off, but . . . goddamn, it was hot. I didn’t love submitting, but witnessing him take charge? So incredibly erotic. I stopped resisting, and a half-second later, the power began to tilt back my direction anyway.

“Yeah.” Silas’s single word dripped with sex as my tongue cartwheeled on him, toying with the piercing. “Who do you like going down on better? Her . . . or me?”

He had my head locked in place and his hips pumped upward, sawing his cock in and out, going halfway into my throat. I moaned, enjoying the sensation.

“What was that?” he asked. “I can’t understand you with a mouth full of my dick.”

Christ, I loved how he talked to me. Before Silas, every time I’d let my mouth run in the bedroom, the guy had gone silent and awkward, as if I’d put them on the spot. Had I been unlucky and always dated men who had dirty-talking stage fright? Or was Silas a freak like me?

I swirled my tongue on his flesh as he surged deep, and sucked as he retreated, and his satisfied groan rumbled out of his throat. “You’re so good, I could fuck this mouth all night. Is that what you want?” His fingers pressed down on my scalp, forcing the head of his dick deeper into my throat. “To suck my cock while I stare at the girl I just let you fuck?”

Heat flared at the thought of his focus bouncing between me and the gorgeous woman on the table. I tensed my fingers into claws and dug them into the meaty part of his thighs, hard enough to get his full attention. He hissed in discomfort and released me, just enough so I could lift my mouth from his saliva-coated cock.

I glanced over to the table. Tara sat perfectly still, wearing only the black blindfold and the loose ribbons fastened around her wrists. She could take them off, but since I hadn’t specified, she’d left them as I had. They probably turned her on, just the illusion of restraint and the idea she could be tied down again at any moment.

“Lay back and touch your pussy,” I ordered Tara. “Get yourself off while he watches.”

Her legs unfurled and she pivoted so her feet were pointed our direction, and then she collapsed back on the table, propping her knees up. Her glistening pussy was revealed when she spread herself wide. Two fingers delved down and began to rub her clit.

My gaze flashed up to Silas, and I smiled as he watched, transfixed by the blonde who obeyed me without hesitation. His hand clenched on my shoulder when I tried to take him in my mouth again.

“I’m going to fuck you from behind so we can both watch her.”

Oh, God, yes. But also . . . “No, you’re not.”

“Why not?” It was a perfect mixture of angry confusion and disappointment from him.

“Because I work here, but I don’t
work
here.” I clenched his cock in my hands, squeezed, and swiped my tongue over the sensitive tip, causing him to jerk. “I don’t get on the table, and I don’t fuck for money.”

“But you— Goddamnit.”

He throbbed when I had him back in my mouth. It was a stupid rule to enact. Illogical, but I convinced myself avoiding true sex in this room was important. A quiet, feminine moan came from behind me, and he grew harder still. I stroked my tongue up and down his length, following my lips with my hand.

I was quaking with need, though. I had one hand gliding on his cock, and the other up my skirt, touching my soaked panties.

It was anything but quiet in the room.

Silas’s heavy breathing mixed with Tara’s moans, and I joined the chorus when I pushed my fingers beneath my panties and rubbed where I ached.

“Shit, Regan.
Fuck
.”

All of the curse words, and yet the way he said my name was the dirtiest. The sexiest. I rubbed myself harder, wanting to get off while I controlled how he came. Flames licked at me, hotter than the sun. The power in this room was intoxicating.

Tara’s moans heightened to cries of ecstasy. It sounded as if she was squirming. “Oh,” she gasped. “I’m coming!”

I pumped on Silas as deep as I could, pulling back until the ridge of his cock was at my lips, the jewelry clinking against my teeth, then plunging down. Faster. Harder. My hand clasped him tightly, stroking along with my mouth. And between my legs I ground my fingers against my clit, just as hard and fast.

Everything was tingling as my orgasm approached.

“Yes,” Silas said. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

He had one of his large hands resting on his thigh, and the fingers balled into a fist. In fact, all of the muscles in him solidified. He was right on the edge, and I was ready to hurl him over it. I released my hold on the base of his cock, sinking my mouth down to my gag reflex, and let my fingers brush between his legs. Past his balls to the sensitive spot of skin beneath. I rubbed and teased I was going to venture even further—

Warm, thick liquid shot into my mouth as he pulsed, and Silas’s whole body shuddered. He seized my head, getting me to move on him at the pace he needed to lengthen his orgasm. The moans that came from him were obscene and incendiary.

They were exactly what I needed.

Bliss ruptured from my core, snaking outward. The orgasm tore through me, hot and sharp. I barely had time to swallow before I was gasping for breath. Holy fuck, it felt so good. Almost as good as when he did it. I halted my movement, enjoying every last second of the waves as they crashed through me.

I recovered, I pulled off of him, and laid my head on his thigh.