One More Rule: The Blindfold Club Novella

by Nikki Sloane

  “I need the blindfolds.” It was an order from Logan.

  Wait, no. Shit, I was going to lose. Evie settled into the seat and pressed back into it, her hands spread on her thighs. Then she crossed her legs and looked just as nervous as I felt.

  “I left them in the club,” I lied.

  He’d seen me put them away, but even if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. Logan was like me and could read lies easily. “No, you didn’t.”

  I gave Dominic a traitorous glare as he reached into my purse, produced the blindfolds, and passed them to his friend.

  “Why don’t you,” Logan said to Dominic, “check the view out the window. See what’s changed in the city since you’ve been gone.”

  “The windows are tinted and it’s night out.”

  “Then stare at the fucking ceiling. Don’t look back here.”

  I laughed. Logan was just as possessive as Dominic, maybe more. My guess was Logan was about to remove Evie’s panties and he didn’t want Dominic to see anything.

  “Okay.” Dominic exchanged a smirk with me. “I’ll try.”

  When Logan moved in to kiss her, she looked wary. She took the blindfold, but didn’t put it on. “I don’t have to wear it. Seeing myself naked doesn’t violate the rule.”

  Logan’s expression was ruthless, and his tone was that of a dominant. “Put it on.”

  Fuck. It made me hot and my hand curled on Dominic’s leg. Logan slid off the seat so he was kneeling on the floorboard, his back facing Dominic and me, and obscuring Evie from view just as she donned the black mask.

  “No cheating,” she said, her voice wavering.

  Logan slipped the thin strap on the back of his head and positioned his blindfold down over his eyes. “I’ve got mine on now.”

  I hopped up into Dominic’s lap, which allowed me to see over Logan’s shoulder, and to put Dominic’s hand on my thigh, high beneath my skirt. His warm palm smoothed up and down, but didn’t move inward. No, not yet. He’d stoke the fire until I was desperate, and then he’d make me burn.

  Evie flinched when Logan put his hands on her knees and urged her to uncross them. Her lips pressed together when his hands moved upward, carrying her skirt with it, all the way until her black panties were exposed. I barely got a look before Logan wrapped his fingers around the sides and began tugging them off.

  “No sex,” she said. Who exactly was she telling? It sounded more for herself than for him.

  “No sex with my cock,” he clarified.

  I held my breath as the panties were worked past her knees, and she pulled one leg out, leaving the underwear on an ankle. A tiny landing strip of hair covered her slit, and it was sexy as hell. At her sides, Evie’s hands were clenched into fists. Her chest heaved rapidly.

  “How’s that view, Dominic?” Logan asked.

  “Still tinted and nighttime.”

  “Great.” Logan’s palms trailed up Evie’s legs, gently pressing her knees apart. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, his hands curled, and he raked his fingernails down the insides of her legs, sensitizing her.

  She jerked. “Oh my God.”

  Logan bent, lowering his mouth to her knee, and his lips glided along the faint pink track marks he’d left on her pale skin. Goosebumps lifted on her legs, and she shuddered as he closed in.

  “I’ve been dying to lick this pussy for the last thirty-seven days, Evie.”

  Her tremble increased with anticipation as he hovered so close she could surely feel his breath. Her hands moved to clench the sides of her dress, and she went white-knuckled.

  A short gasp punctuated the backseat when his mouth latched onto her clit. And since Logan was nestled between her parted legs, and they both had blindfolds on, there was no one to know Dominic was peeking except for me. I grinned and shook my head, but he just shrugged. Sort of like, “Can you blame me?” I couldn’t. It was so fucking hot.

  “Oh, shit,” Evie said. Her back bowed from the leather seats, which forced Logan to clamp his hands on her legs, keeping her spread. Her head tilted back and she panted for breath as his tongue worked its way through her valley.

  He didn’t stop or slow when her hand crushed into his hair. Either trying to drive him back or hold him in place, I couldn’t tell. Her moans grew louder as his face nuzzled. He attacked her like a man desperate for her orgasm, which he probably was. Maybe he’d edge her for a while and make her insane with need, just as Dominic loved to do to me. The tough skin of his palm caressed my thigh, each stroke inching closer to my pussy.

  “God, don’t stop.” Evie’s whisper was more of a plea.

  My legs opened and I shoved Dominic’s hand where I needed it, pressing his fingers to my aching clit. I shifted in his lap, rubbing myself against him. But it wasn’t enough.

  “You’re not allowed to wear panties for the rest of the night.” His dark voice was low and in my ear, too quiet for our friends to hear. Yes. I scrambled out of the underwear and shoved the wadded fabric in my purse, then pulled his hand right back to where it had been. It felt so fucking good when he touched me, just grazing my clit. My nerve endings sizzled and begged for more pressure.

  Evie’s legs were shaking. Her knees had gone lax and spread wide, her whole body under Logan’s command. Only one hand was on her thigh. The other was beneath his mouth, working a finger inside her. It was slick with arousal, sliding in and out easily.

  He paused. “You want another, naughty girl?”

  She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded, but since he couldn’t see, he continued to wait for an answer.

  “Yes . . .” she said. “Oh!” Logan’s first two fingers eased inside.

  “Goddamnit,” Dominic whispered. “You’re so wet. Maybe I should have left your panties on.”

  I shuddered when not one, but two fingers pushed inside me. Before I could moan loudly, his palm curled around my mouth.

  “Quiet, Payton. Not a sound.”

  His warm lips feathered kisses on my neck, sending waves of delicious shivers through me. So I sat there and watched Evie ride Logan’s fingers and tongue, while Dominic fucked me with two thick fingers, and struggled not to make a noise. I tried to contain the bliss that crashed into me and threatened to erupt. Dominic always found a way to put restraint on me, knowing how much I craved it. It made my release so much better.

  My thumb rolled circles on his hard cock through his pants. How far would he allow me to go? Could I undo his belt and fuck him under my dress in front of our friends? They couldn’t see, but they could certainly hear.

  There was a cry of pleasure from Evie, and a soft pop as Logan pulled off suction from her pussy.

  “Tell me you want my cock,” he said as he straightened. His hands undid his pants. “Tell me how badly you need it.”

  Her face was half-covered with the blindfold, but it twisted with agony. “Oh, God, Logan . . .”

  Dominic and I froze when Logan’s boxers were tugged out of his way and his large dick was gripped in a hand. A nervous cry tore from Evie as he ran the tip of his cock through her wetness, testing her.

  “Wait,” she blurted out. Her hands flailed, finding his shoulders.

  He pumped his hips, sliding up and down through her folds. My pussy clenched at the visual. I loved how that sensation felt, the ridge of Dominic’s cock when he teased, skin on heated skin.

  And holy shit. Was Logan going to break the rule?

  He was right there. Only a slight push of his hips and he’d be inside her. Evie gulped down air like she was drowning. Her desire and his need were thick in the enclosed space, blanketing us all.

  “Don’t you want to?” Logan’s words were coated in persuasion. Evil man. She squirmed beneath him. “Are you trying to get me to fuck you, naughty girl?”

  Her expression flashed with guilt. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Do it,” she begged. “Just for a second.”

  Dominic’s warm breath was at the shell of my ear. “I t
old you.” Dammit.

  Logan continued his slow, mocking thrusts while not sliding into her. “What about the rule?”

  “I don’t care anymore. You win, Logan. Fuck me, please.”

  “Shit, Evie. I really fucking want to . . .” His hands clenched on her waist, tightening to hold her still. “But I won’t.”

  She gasped. “What? Why?”

  “Because I love you. I’m not going to risk any regret about tonight. What if we do this and you end up wishing we’d waited a few more days?” He reached a hand out, finding her face and guided himself to plant a kiss on her lips. “I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”

  Warmth spread through my chest, spiraling outward from my heart. Yeah, Logan was lucky to have Evie, but she was plenty lucky to have him, too. He always put her first, which to me was the definition of love.

  I glanced at Dominic, who wore the same smile I probably had on my face. He’d give me whatever I needed, just as I’d do for him, no matter what.

  “So,” Logan said, “no sex until you make an honest man out of me. But I won’t say no if you want to blow me right now.”

  She laughed and fused her lips to his. Their kiss was raw and powerful, and when she pulled back, she was grinning. But I knew her well. Beneath that blindfold, she was blinking back emotional tears. Her love for him was overwhelming.

  “Where are you—” she said, but her words cut off as he bent back down. His tongue swirled where his cock had just been, and she twitched, like the pleasure had been intense. “Oh, shit.”

  He sank his fingers inside her, pumping them in a furious tempo, and his mouth rotated on her clit, hinting how much work was going beneath his lips. She bucked on the seat, groaning.

  Her moans swelled with each passing second. “God, I’m close,” she said. “I’m so fucking close.”

  It only made Logan increase his efforts. His hand not inside her body wandered up her stomach, grabbing a handful of her breast. That seemed to be the final straw to tip her over the edge.

  “Fuck!” She seized as tremors tumbled down her legs. The muscles along her calves strained with the orgasm until she collapsed back against the seat with an enormous sigh. Her mouth was slack, and she panted for air.

  Watching the ecstasy rip through her flipped a switch on Dominic. His fingers pulsed inside me, and teeth sank into the flesh of my earlobe, so his breath filled my ear. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but this man. I groaned quietly into his rough palm that was covering my lips.

  “Touch your pussy. Let’s make this body come.”

  It was a command I was happy to follow. I buried my fingers in between my legs, rubbing the swollen nub, needing relief. God, his hands. The one fucking me was building my climax, but the one keeping me quiet was so dominating and hot.

  Logan sat on the seat beside Evie, and she didn’t waste any time switching positions with him. Her knees were on the floor, the panties still wrapped around an ankle, and her hands gripped his hard cock in the moment before it disappeared into her mouth.

  It came on a low voice from Logan. “Fuck.”

  Was there something wrong with me that I liked watching this? I enjoyed seeing her head bob on him, and loved listening to his heavy breathing. I was already unbearably turned on, but then Logan gathered her hair up into a makeshift ponytail, holding it with a strong hand while she sucked him. It was so hot, it made me sweat. He controlled her pace, and the leather seats protested when he thrust up into her mouth.

  All the air in the interior of the limo seemed to have disappeared, and in this vacuum, electricity crackled with intensity as both Logan and I approached orgasm. I wasn’t trying to time it with him, but I also wasn’t in control. Dominic was, absolutely.

  “Who’s going to come first?” His gravel whisper asked. “I think it should be you.”

  Desire burned across my skin, glossing it, and I hungered for my release. Everything ached and focused in on the end goal. The tingling, lightweight sensation that happened just before orgasm fluttered in my belly.

  “Mmm . . .” I moaned through Dominic’s hand, and let the pleasure take me. I convulsed in his embrace, slowed my own touch, and pressed my fingers hard to my pulsing clit. My eyes pinched shut and everything felt warm and amazing as I exploded.

  As it faded, I inhaled a breath slowly through my nose, and the hand fell away from my mouth.

  “Yes, just like that,” Logan said through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna come.” His grip guided her to go faster, and faster, and . . . “Shit, shit!”

  His moans built into a crescendo and peaked, and he held her firm as he came, her jaw locked around him. It prolonged the aftershocks of my orgasm, even as Dominic’s fingers retreated. But when he withdrew, it took the last of the energy from my body. Exhaustion stormed in and made itself home.

  What about Dominic?

  I set a hand on the bulge of his pants, stroking down, but he took my hand in his and stopped me.

  “Can I be honest?” he said. “I’m fucking tired. I need a raincheck, devil woman.”

  He couldn’t be more perfect if he’d tried. “Thank God. I am, too. You just saved yourself from a lackluster blow job.”

  His eyebrow lifted. “Blow job’s still a blow job.” But his arms tightened around my waist, holding me close. “Tomorrow. You better give me your A-game.”

  I shrugged and tossed my hair over a shoulder. “I don’t know. I don’t just give that to anybody.”

  The embrace was gone, only so he could flick my tattoo and deliver the tiny sting that reminded me how much I loved him. Even though he knew I didn’t need it.

  chapter

  SEVEN

  I stared at my phone, gnashed my teeth, and slowly lifted my gaze to meet Dominic’s. “They’re late.”

  “Give them a minute. You know how traffic can be.”

  We sat in the back of the crowded restaurant and nursed drinks while we waited for my parents to arrive. I’d made the call yesterday morning while Dominic hovered over me, ensuring that a decent effort was put in on my part. And I couldn’t fault him for wanting this, but I hated it. My parents were going to disappoint us, and although I wasn’t responsible, I still felt that way by association.

  The waiter came by and asked if we wanted to order lunch, but Dominic shook his head and the waiter left.

  “You think it’d be rude to order without them?” I asked. Dominic’s expression was pointed, but I shrugged. “Well, I think it’s fucking rude that they can’t tell us they’re running behind.”

  I was halfway through my second glass of wine when my phone rang. I glanced at the number and groaned. “One guess who it is.” I swiped to answer the call and tried not to seethe. “Hey, where are you?”

  “Payton,” my mother said. “Your father’s in a deposition that’s taking a lot longer than he thought it would. Are you already at the restaurant?”

  Was I—? Seriously? “Yeah. You said one o’clock.”

  She sighed. “I don’t know when he’s going to be finished, and he’s got to be in court by three. This case has been such a mess, I told him he should have given it to one of the other partners.”

  “So you’re not coming.”

  From across the table, Dominic’s blue eyes studied me, gauging my response. All he wanted was to meet my parents. We’d flown ten thousand miles from Japan, and they couldn’t make it twenty blocks from my father’s law firm.

  “We were looking forward to it,” my mom said, “but it’s been such a busy week. I’m sorry. I feel just awful about it.”

  “Yeah?” I was done with this bullshit. “You should feel awful.” I pressed the End Call button and dropped my phone on the table. Surely my mother was on the other end wondering what had happened. I’d never talked to her like that before, but I’d also never felt more let down by them.

  “I’m sorry,” Dominic said.

  His unnecessary apology only made me angrier. “You’re sorry? For what? Wanting my parents not to be di
cks?”

  I said it too loud and the couple at the table next to us glanced over.

  “No more wine for you.” Dominic gave me a lopsided smile. “You know, it’s easier to talk like that when no one around us speaks English.”

  “I told you this would happen.”

  He blinked, but his face remained unchanged. “You did.” He flipped open his menu casually. “So, we tried, Payton. We’ll see if they change their attitude when they want to see their grandkids.”

  Grandkids.

  We both wanted children, and we’d talked about it in the future, but it continued to throw me off balance how settled and comfortable he was with the idea. Sometimes I’d catch myself staring with disbelief at the enormous ring on my finger. I was engaged, I had to remind myself. I’d found another person who willingly wanted to be a part of my life. Shocking.

  His carefree demeanor, and the lunch we eventually ordered, diffused some of my anger. It was pointless to get worked up, and I tried to emulate Dominic’s easy mood.

  “So, I’ve been thinking,” I said as we finished up our plates. “We both technically won the bet about Evie and Logan.”

  Dominic leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “How do you figure that?”

  “The no-sex rule. It didn’t get broken.”

  A lazy smile grew on his lips. “Fine, devil woman. I’ll have lunch with Joseph, but only because you want us to. Let’s be clear. You did not win that bet.”

  “Whatever.” I climbed out of my chair, and was about to tell him I was heading for the restroom, when something caught my eye. Not something, but someone.

  Holy shit.

  He wove through the tables, moving quickly toward me, a blur in an expensive suit. “Payton.”

  “What the fuck?” I stared in disbelief.

  He grinned, surprised. “Wow, nice language.” His glance went from top to bottom. “And, wow. You look great.”

  Dominic’s hand was warm on my waist, but his expression painted in a scowl at this man he didn’t know. I would have laughed if I could get over what I was seeing.