Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club #5)

by Nikki Sloane

  The couch jostled as Joseph guided her back down into her spot beside me. “Sit back,” he said. “Ruby, on your knees.”

  This command punched the air from my lungs with an audible sound. My heart banged in my chest and threatened to catapult from my body. It seemed pretty apparent what this was leading to, but . . . could I do it? I wanted to, yet this felt like we were skipping ahead in a choreographed dance and now I didn’t know the steps. He’d given an order, though, and I was supposed to follow it unless Kyle vetoed it.

  I poured myself over the side of the couch until my knees were on the hard floor.

  Joseph’s dark eyes were intense. “May I touch you?”

  When Kyle and I had discussed limits for this evening, I’d said I would probably be okay with that. It’d be hard to play with anyone else if we were hung up on something like touching. I nodded, and even though I’d given him my approval, I still startled when Joseph bent and grasped my wrist in his hand.

  It was so he could set my palm on her knee. He leaned over and repeated the action with my other wrist, so I had one hand covering each of her knees.

  “Open her legs.”

  The room was quiet, save everyone’s deep breaths, and the blood rushing loudly in my head.

  Messing around with Leslie had been short and sweet. We’d all been fumbling around together, not sure of how far to go or what to do. This was nothing like that. Joseph’s dark commands and Kyle’s heavy gaze ramped up the intensity of it until I was so turned on I worried I’d come with one wrong move.

  Christ, just Kyle’s hand caressing over my pants and between my legs would probably set me off.

  I inched forward on my knees, positioning myself before her, and watched her expression as my palms pressed her open, forcing her skirt to ride up. I parted her legs until the fabric cut across the tops of her thighs, just barely concealing her nakedness from view. Well, from the men’s view. I could see beneath her skirt and how beautifully bare her pussy was.

  Noemi’s face was teaming with desire. Her hands were splayed beside her on the blue couch, and her pink manicured nails dug gently in, as if wanting to hold on for whatever happened next.

  Joseph’s hand once more wrapped on my wrist. He didn’t command me verbally, choosing instead to guide my hand up along her thigh. Goosebumps dotted her smooth skin, and as I reached the apex of her thighs, she began to quiver.

  I turned my unsure gaze up to Joseph, but he smiled. “She trembles when she’s really turned on.” He stepped away, leaving us hanging right at the edge of serious girl-girl action. Was I supposed to take the final leap? What if I did something I wasn’t supposed to? He returned a moment later, holding a nearly full glass of red wine out to Noemi.

  Her voice was breathless. “No, thank you.”

  “I’m not asking.” His tone was direct. “You won’t drink it. You’ll hold that glass while Ruby goes down on you, and you won’t spill a drop on Kyle’s couch. There will be consequences if you do, besides them never inviting us over again.”

  She took the glass in her hand, and her eyes were impossibly wide as she watched the wine slosh with her tremble. It was cautiously lowered down until the base of the glass was supported on the armrest and she gripped the stem securely. When her focus shifted from the wine to me, I swallowed hard.

  Pressure pushed me forward like invisible hands, urging me to do it. She was spread before me as I shifted, settling back on my heels to a more comfortable position. He was right; she was gorgeous. Her pale, flawless skin begged to be touched, and my hands smoothed up and down her long, quivering legs. Then, I dipped my head, bringing my mouth closer until no more space was left between us.

  “Oh.” It was a soft gasp of pleasure from her as my tongue tentatively glided through her valley. She was wet, warm, and incredibly soft.

  “That’s it,” Joseph said. “Good girl.”

  Was he speaking to her, or me?

  Chapter

  THIRTY-FOUR

  Joseph’s praise could apply to both of us, or neither. Were we good girls? I was performing oral sex on his fiancée, all while my boyfriend watched. My tongue fluttered over her lush skin, and it unleashed a moan from Noemi. Her satisfaction gave me a shiver of pleasure.

  Joseph’s voice rang out again. “Sit beside her on the couch.”

  This command was for Kyle, and his footsteps got louder as he came closer. Then, he was there beside Noemi, his blue eyes staring at me and a carnal expression smeared on his face. He looked at me like I was incredible, and warmth spread through my already overheated body.

  I had too many clothes on. So did he.

  But we took orders from someone else tonight, which was new and interesting, and I got the feeling our clothes wouldn’t come off until we’d been given permission. How did Kyle like being under Joseph’s control? And . . . how did Kyle feel about another man telling me what to do? It was sort of dangerous and exciting.

  Since my hands were already there, I used one to push back Noemi’s skirt, and the other to spread her further open to my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck, Ruby.” Kyle’s voice was audio sin. “Jesus, you look amazing doing that.”

  I shuddered under his praise, and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling he gave me. Noemi’s breathing went labored as my tongue lapped at her, building into a flurry. She took over holding onto her own skirt, her hand gripping the silk, so I walked my fingers across her leg and onto Kyle’s thigh. I pushed further up, wanting to massage his dick through his tented pants while I was also pleasing her—

  There was a sharp sting on the side of my neck, gone before it finished registering, but enough to give me pause. I turned toward the sensation. “Did you just . . . flick me?”

  The weight of Joseph’s gaze was crushing. “You need to ask permission to touch him.”

  “I’m sorry,” I blurted out, embarrassed. I didn’t want to make mistakes or disappoint. “Can I touch him . . . Sir?” The word was erotic coming out of my mouth.

  Any displeasure disappeared from him. “Keep it over the clothes.”

  I resumed what I’d been doing, both to her and to Kyle. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, while stroking my palm over his firm dick. Need had focused into a sharp point between my legs and the throb was persistent, clouding my mind.

  Noemi’s body was slack as I licked her, my face buried between her thighs. Her head was tipped backward and rested on the edge of the couch, her gaze up to the ceiling, and she looked a bit like I was torturing her. Her quiet whimpers and moans said otherwise. The wine in the glass stayed calm, even as I sucked harder on her swollen flesh.

  Could I make her come with my mouth, and would it be enough to get her to spill at least a drop? Did I want to get her in trouble with her Dom? She seemed to be getting close. Her moans were coming faster now, and louder, too. My hand on Kyle slowed as I focused on getting Noemi over the edge.

  “Joseph!” She gasped it like a warning.

  “Stop.” The command from him was reinforced with a hand on my shoulder, urging me back. “I’m the only person who makes her come.”

  He took the glass from her and pressed the rim to his lips, drinking a long sip, and then set it on an end table. A hand was smoothed down the line of buttons on his dress shirt, and his attention went to Kyle.

  “Ruby has too many clothes on. Take off her top and pants.”

  It seemed like Kyle was happy to follow this command. He stood from the couch and helped me up in a rush, moving so fast I was barely on my feet before he was tugging my shirt up. I wasn’t concerned about being naked in front of the couple now, not with what I’d just done, and I’d never been overly shy in the first place.

  The shirt was off my body and in his hands, and then it sailed onto the chair he’d been sitting in earlier. I kicked off my shoes as his fingers worked to undo the slide clasp at the top of my pants. My zipper rang out, and then the leather was peeled down.

  We weren’t paying much attention t
o them as Kyle undressed me, and it wasn’t until I was standing between the coffee table and the couch in nothing but my black lace bra and panties, that we realized Joseph had taken off Noemi’s dress and undone her bra.

  She stared at me as the bra slipped down her arms and fell to the floor.

  Naked, other than her heels.

  Her breasts weren’t as large as mine, but they were perfectly proportional to her petite frame, and looked sexy as hell. Part of the allure was the way she held herself. There wasn’t an ounce of embarrassment or shame in her expression. She was confident, and why shouldn’t she be?

  I was older than she was, but less experienced, so I chose to mimic her confidence. I knew Kyle desired me, and Noemi was looking at me with a fair amount of lust, and it made me feel powerful. It was addicting.

  Joseph brushed her hair back behind her shoulder and dropped his mouth close to her ear. “Get a good look, baby girl. I’m about to take it away.”

  I didn’t understand until he retrieved something from the interior pocket of his suitcoat. She held perfectly still as he lowered the black blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the straps in the back, which pinned her hair in place.

  Joseph’s gaze floated from his fiancée to land on us. It was strange the way he looked at me. As if he was pleased, but not leering. Like he had little more than mild interest.

  No, his interest was definitely focused on her, and it sparked an unexpected romantic emotion. She was wearing a blindfold, so she couldn’t see his reaction to my nearly nude body. But there was no sexual reaction toward me. He only had eyes for her, the woman he loved.

  Joseph motioned to the couch. “Kyle, sit down in the center. Ruby, sit in his lap, facing away from him.”

  Kyle sat, clasped his hands on my hips, and lowered me down to sit on him. His hard-on was pressed to my ass, so I wriggled against it, and grinned to myself when he let out a tight groan of pleasure.

  Together, we watched Joseph clear everything off the solid and sturdy-looking coffee table, and then he led Noemi to it and guided her down. “On your hands and knees. Ass up.” As she got into position on top of the table, his attention briefly turned to us. “You can touch and kiss each other during this, but don’t get distracted or I’ll take that privilege back.”

  I gazed at the girl before us. She rested her forearms against the tabletop, her palms flat and straight out in front of her. Since she was on her knees, her hips were higher than her shoulders. Her head was in line with her spine, sloping downward, her back flat. Ready and waiting for her Dom.

  “She looks amazing,” I whispered to Kyle. Her lithe body and her offered submission were a seductive combination. He murmured a sound of agreement as his lips coasted along the spot where my shoulder met my neck.

  “You look amazing,” he added.

  I closed my hands on top of his as he caressed my bra-covered breasts, and tilted my head to the side, encouraging him to keep kissing me. It gave me shivers in the best way possible, even as I was on fire.

  Joseph retrieved Noemi’s large purse from the counter, brought it over, and as he set it on the floor beside the coffee table, he pulled out a black paddle. The fingers inside my bra slowed to a stop, and Kyle’s lips froze on my skin. We’d both checked off spanking with props on our willing lists; floggers, crops, and paddles, so I knew Kyle was interested, but we’d yet to try any of it.

  Joseph’s stance was confident, while his expression remained businesslike. It was playtime, only playtime was serious. His dark eyes focused on Kyle. “You’ll want to understand the different sensations you can create with each tool you use.” The paddle was lightly placed against the round curve of Noemi’s ass, and he rubbed it in slow circles as he continued speaking. “Try them out on yourself first and build up intensity. If you can’t handle it, it’s unlikely your sub can.”

  The black leather was hypnotic as it skimmed over her backside, like he was priming her. Or teasing her. Either concept worked for me.

  “Determine thresholds. Just because she can take it, doesn’t necessarily means she should.” He lifted the paddle away. “For example, Noemi’s not a pain slut.”

  Joseph moved efficiently, almost surgically. He brought the flat side of the paddle crashing against the roundest part of her ass, generating a loud, sharp slap and making her ass cheek jiggle. She didn’t break her position, but a gasp fell from her lips. He instantly pressed the fingers of his free hand against her pussy, stirring in lazy strokes.

  His voice was dark as sin. “No, she’s a slut for pleasure.”

  She was the one who moaned, but I felt it deep inside my own body, and beneath me, Kyle’s cock twitched. He was enjoying the display as much as I was. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me tight against him, and I sighed in contentment.

  Joseph knew what he was doing positioning us this way. I kept my head tilted to the side, which allowed us both to watch, while also allowing Kyle to run the tip of his tongue along the edge of my ear. His breath was warm and felt great on my sensitive skin. His hard body molded perfectly to mine.

  It was quite the show in front of us, and my face warmed with a flush as Joseph volleyed a series of strikes against her ass. His hand on her pussy never ceased moving throughout the spankings, but he drove a finger deep inside her when her hips began to swivel.

  “You want to come, Noemi?”

  She spoke, but he slapped the paddle against her reddening skin and the crack was the only sound we could hear.

  “What was that?” he demanded.

  She was clearly saying yes, but he continued the game and swatted her again, covering her words.

  His face and tone were ruthless. “I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

  Her fingers tensed into fists and her head hung until her forehead rested against the wood. “Oh my God, please make me come.”

  The paddle thumped to the floor. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  Her head snapped up, like alarm pulled it up on a wire. “Sir,” she said quickly. “Please make me come, Sir.”

  Joseph splayed his hands on her enflamed skin, massaging it. It had to burn, but I knew if it were me, I’d enjoy that burn. Kyle had become an expert at turning my ass a delicious shade of red.

  “Half,” Joseph said, and lowered to kneel behind her, his hands still on her cheeks.

  You’d think he’d just told her she was getting sued. Her mouth dropped open as she strained her head to turn toward him. Not that she could see with the blindfold, but her frustration was clear.

  “Half?” The repeated word from her was like she couldn’t believe it.

  “Yeah, half.” He looked annoyed. “If I have to tell you twice, one of us is doing something wrong.” His large hands slid down so his thumbs could manipulate her clit. “You use Sir as a sign of respect, or have you forgotten?”

  Her body slumped just a degree, like his thumbs were distracting her from whatever she was upset about. “No, Sir.”

  “You know I could have said none. Be grateful I didn’t.”

  She let out a tiny whimper and bit down on her bottom lip. Was she fighting against the pleasure he was giving her? I knew what it felt like. One of Kyle’s hands had wandered down south and was stroking on top of my panties. He gave a wicked chuckle when he realized how soaked they’d become.

  Joseph glanced over at us. Was he checking to make sure we weren’t getting distracted?

  “Noemi’s orgasms average twenty-two seconds. I’ve trained her to control their duration.”

  I’d swear I felt Kyle’s jaw hit the floor, because it was right alongside mine.

  “You trained her to . . . stop her orgasm?” Kyle asked.

  “Yes.”

  Holy shit. It sounded like the cruelest thing ever, and yet, it turned me on. That kind of dominance was abso-fucking-lute.

  I squirmed against Kyle, trying to increase the pressure of his touch, but he must have known, because his strokes went feather-light. I shoved a hand inside my bra
and pinched my nipple, only for him to seize my wrist and push it away.

  “Please?” The ache inside me was racing toward critical meltdown.

  “Not yet.”

  It was a simple expression of control from Kyle, but fuck me, it felt incredible.

  Joseph leaned forward and put his mouth on Noemi. Rimming her. The image of him fully clothed in an expensive suit, kneeling behind the beautifully naked girl perched on all fours on a coffee table was decadent. It was an obscene art display and I didn’t want to blink. Didn’t want to miss a fraction of a second.

  He used both hands on her, one to rub furiously back and forth on her clit, and the other to pump two fingers in and out. They were wet and glistening. His eyes were closed as his mouth was between her cheeks, and when she began to rock with pleasure, he moved with her, never losing contact.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered, overwhelmed with desire and craving for relief.

  The side of Noemi’s balled fist slammed against the table with a thud. Her biceps flexed and her back arched. “Oh, oh, Joseph. I’m gonna come!” She gasped again. “I’m coming!”

  He kept his fingers inside her, but straightened and laid his other forearm over the small of her back, turning his wrist so he could stare at his watch. “Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight.”

  She moaned repeatedly as the ecstasy rolled through her. Her left leg was quaking so violently, it was amazing she hadn’t collapsed. He continued to count down until she’d have to stop, and it had the inverse effect on me. Every number brought me closer to satisfaction.

  “Three. Two. One. Stop.”

  Joseph studied her critically, watching her every cue. Noemi half-sobbed as she shook and pressed her lips together. There seemed to be tension rippling in every muscle of her as she clamped down and tried to shut her pleasure off. A deep breath was drawn in through her nose, and as she exhaled, she relaxed.

  She’d done it.

  His fingers withdrew from her body.

  He launched to his feet, grabbed her shoulder, and yanked her upright, only so he could slam his mouth over hers, one hand cupping the back of her head. “Oh, you good girl. Such a good girl, Noemi.” His tone was so pleased, it was like she’d amazed him. “You’re so, fucking, perfect.”