Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club #4)

by Nikki Sloane

  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.

  Would she? Was she as filthy as I was?

  A tremble shuddered along my legs when I settled back down over him, and his tongue slid around my clit. I swallowed air, trying not to pant. Her warm breath hit my skin, and her long hair brushed the back of my legs, tickling slightly.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

  Her hands were pulling me apart, and her tongue . . . It was wet, warm bliss, centered where it shouldn’t go. The pair of tongues pleasing me had the room spinning.

  “So fucking dirty,” I mumbled, thinking out loud. “God, I love it, you dirty girl.”

  Time seemed to slow. There was a symphony of moans as they worked my body, catapulting me right to the edge of orgasm. I gripped a handful of Silas’s long hair, not to control him, but to hold on. Another way to communicate how amazing it all felt.

  “I’m gonna come,” I gasped. My heart thundered and my blood roared in my ears. Holy shit, was I going to come. “Oh my God, yes, yes . . .”

  I fractured into a million pieces as the orgasm rushed through me. It was boiling hot, scalding and wonderful. The sensations washed one after another, filling me with pleasure I hadn’t had before, and it lasted a long, long time. I didn’t release my grip on him until my muscles began to work again.

  My legs were wobbly as I climbed down onto the floor where I’d been. Silas wiped a hand over his mouth, and revealed a wicked smile beneath.

  “Oh my God, that was amazing,” I whispered just before launching at him. I kissed him with complete abandon, and enjoyed swallowing his moans as Tara continued to fuck him. “I think we should make her come.”

  Our gazes both went to her. She looked gorgeous, impaled on his thick cock, her hands palming her breasts.

  “Please, Sir.”

  Her soft begging did the trick. “You’ve earned it,” Silas said.

  Delight lit up her face, and it grew into excitement as I resumed what I’d been doing before. My fingers fumbled on her nub of flesh that held the most pleasure. I wanted Silas and I to share her orgasm.

  As I touched her, I watched him. I savored how his pecs looked covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and how his arms flexed to dictate her movements. And most of all, I stared at his deep, clear eyes that never strayed from mine.

  She erupted in orgasm. A cry of ecstasy ripped from her, followed by magnificent convulsions. Tara seemed to be in the throes of an epic orgasm, and once again, I felt pleasure by proxy. I halfway owned this orgasm, so part of its pleasure was mine.

  “Regan.” His dirty word was almost a command.

  I helped Tara off of him, and grabbed the condom, pulling it off. I wanted nothing separating us when we came together. Silas exhaled loudly as I stroked down his length. Christ, he was hard.

  “How do you want me?” I asked.

  “Turn around. Tara’s going to go down on you while you’re fucking me.”

  I scrambled on my knees, getting over him. The tip of his cock was positioned at my entrance, nudging and prodding. I couldn’t get him inside of me fast enough. “Oh,” I sighed, when it was done. I bit down on my bottom lip as I adjusted to his possession.

  Silas’s fingers skated over my back. They traced patterns while he waited for a signal that I was ready to start moving. I leaned back, putting my hands on the floor and arching up to the ceiling, when his cock slowly pulled out and then thrust back in.

  My eyes rolled back behind my closed eyelids, and an involuntary shiver slipped through me. His next thrust was deeper. Harder. I moaned a sound of twisted need.

  Earlier tonight I’d been nervous about Tara’s offer once I’d accepted. What if Silas hadn’t wanted to? What if he’d wanted it too much? But he didn’t. He’d quieted every concern I’d had, and shame was nowhere to be found in this room. I could be exactly who I wanted to be, including the Domme I’d been fighting to suppress most of my life.

  There were hands all over my body. His. Hers. My own. Whimpers poured from my lips as someone trailed fingers down over my navel, and further down to my slit. Tara’s delicate fingers found my clit and massaged, returning the action I’d given her.

  “You’re going to taste her pussy,” Silas said, talking to her.

  Tara was sitting on her knees. She tucked her hair behind her ears, leaned over me, and obeyed the command. It was an amplifier on my pleasure and brought me verging on overload.

  It was hard to be in control in this position, even though I was on top. His grip on my waist helped and guided me, while his other hand pinched my nipple. And I didn’t want to slide up and down on him too fast, either, or I’d risk Tara stopping her tongue. No fucking way did I want that to happen. Her fast fluttering tongue gave me the best kind of tremors. Behind my head, his breathing was loud and ragged.

  Silas was approaching his end, I could sense it. He was hard as steel and throbbing, and his breathing had graduated to a full-on pant. He moaned when Tara’s tongue dipped down to lick him.

  “Shit.” He groaned it between thrusts, and sparks danced behind my eyelids.

  Hearing his build triggered my own, and we fed off of each other. I’d moan, and he’d moan louder. My hand gripped his on my breast, and he bit down on my shoulder. Every action an escalation.

  “Yeah?” Silas’s tone was hot. “You like that?”

  “Oh, God, I do. Fuck.” I was going to lose my goddamn mind if I didn’t come soon.

  “Tell me you’re close,” he said abruptly. Was there a hint of panic in his voice?

  “I’m right there,” I cried.

  He exhaled loudly, and slammed up into me. Tara lifted away and replaced her mouth with her fingers, and it was all too much. Way too good.

  I screamed as I came. His hand slammed over my mouth, probably so the sound didn’t draw complaints from my neighbors. The ecstasy exploded, and while I shuddered under his hand, he kept me quiet enough so I could listen to him come right after me. I was falling down while he was going up.

  It was such a sexy sound. His rapid, uneven breath interrupted with moans of pleasure. Inside me, the spurts triggered new waves of bliss. I fucking loved it when he came inside me, not just the sensation, but the raw, basic reward of it.

  As we slowed to a stop, th
e world started again. Tara remained on her knees, staring at me with a pleased look on her face, and why not? Giving pleasure was almost as good as receiving.

  I slid off of him, wondering what happened now. Fuck it. I’d try not to worry about what the right thing was, since my gut was usually wrong. I startled her with a quick kiss. “Why don’t you go get into bed? We’ll be right behind you.”

  She smiled, stood, and I watched her lithe form as she walked away. God, she was stunning.

  Silas’s hands smoothed up and down my arms, and his lips settled on my shoulder. “You want us to get into bed together?”

  “Yeah.” It was weird, but I did. We’d shared something incredibly intimate, and I felt . . . new. I wanted to curl up, wrapped in the newness with them. “You don’t want to get into bed with two naked women?”

  “You’ll get absolutely no fucking complaints from me.”

  “Good,” I said in a fake stern voice.

  I used the restroom while Silas threw out the condom, and then we walked into the bedroom together, hand in hand, gazing at the naked woman waiting for us.

  Chapter

  TWENTY-THREE

  I woke up parched. What time was it? It was dark outside and we were a tangle of bodies. I extracted myself delicately from the heap, slipped on my bathrobe, and snuck away to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The coffee table was still pushed to the side and clothes were scattered in my living room. As I leaned against the counter and drank, I hoped neither of the people in my bedroom would wake tomorrow with regret.

  What we’d done was risky, but hadn’t the reward been worth it?

  “Hey.”

  His voice startled me and the glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor with a loud crack. It broke into chunks and water splattered my legs.

  “Fuck, sorry,” Silas said. He went to step forward, but we were both barefooted.

  “Stay there, I’ve got it.” Thankfully I was right by the pantry door. I grabbed the broom and dustpan, and bent down to sweep up the jagged glass. My voice was soft and light. “Couldn’t sleep? Or did you just come in here to scare the hell out of me?”

  “That wasn’t my intention. I was thirsty.” He must have grabbed his boxers at some point before coming into the kitchen. His hands rested on the waistband at his hips.

  For a long moment, the only sound was the glass crunching and shifting under the broom. When it was finally done and I was sure I had all of the pieces, I stood and dumped the dustpan in the garbage, where the broken glass tumbled with a loud clang. I set the broom to the side.

  “All right, we’re okay,” I said.

  His expression was cryptic. “Are we?”

  I sucked in air and swallowed it down. “Yes.” I gathered strength as I padded up to him and pressed a hand in the center of his chest. “Yes, we are.”

  His relieved smile made my knees turn to rubber.

  “Good.” He covered my hand with his, threading his fingers between mine. His expression turned serious and his voice dropped low. “I need to tell you a secret.”

  His heart pounded beneath my fingertips and my blood ran cold. “What is it?”

  “I think I might be in love with you.”

  Holy shit! I jerked against his hand, but he kept me locked in place.

  “And I don’t want you thinking,” he continued, “it has anything to do with what we did tonight. This happened before that.”

  An invisible force squeezed my chest so tight I couldn’t speak. I was ecstatic. And terrified.

  “Hey, relax,” he said as I tried again unsuccessfully to back away. He was too close, too perfect. “I’m going to make this really easy for you. I get that your instinct is to run, and I’m not taking it personally.” His mouth turned up into a sad smile. His other hand pushed my robe to the side and he traced his fingers over the scar hiding beneath his art. “Just tell me you love me for tonight. Tomorrow we can go back to however you want it to be.”

  His words made me scatter worse than the glass I’d broken. I trembled in his hands, even as I ordered my body to stop it.

  “Silas,” I whispered.

  “I love you.” His thumb brushed over the scar, sending the same sparks it had the first time he’d done it, before he’d put the tattoo on me.

  My body wouldn’t listen, and neither would my heart. “I love you,” I answered back, “just for tonight.”

  He pawed at the knot holding my robe closed and threw it open, pressing the length of his hot body against my quaking one. His kiss had the world dropping out from beneath me, and I hung onto him, desperate.

  What was I doing? I shouldn’t lift the floodgates on my emotions until I was completely honest.

  You could tell him.

  He’d said he was in love with me which, if true, meant he’d accept why I’d lied for months. But what if he didn’t? What if he chose to protect Joseph over me? Silas had known Joseph for years, and he’d helped Silas get his gallery off the ground. And Joseph had come clean with Silas about his dirty secret.

  His hands were distracting inside the robe, sliding over my back, down to squeeze a handful of my ass. God, I loved the feel of his hands. His palms were rough from when he lifted weights, or his art, or life, and it felt amazing against my skin.

  I went weightless as he lifted me up, naturally causing my legs to wrap around his waist. I was seated on the kitchen tabletop and as he pressed me back, his mouth moved lower. My hands were on his shoulders, kneading and massaging.

  “I thought you were thirsty,” I said.

  “I am. Can’t you tell?”

  I meant it teasing, but with most of my jokes, he picked up on the truth beneath. “I don’t deserve you,” I whispered.

  His tone was playful. “Shut the fuck up, Regan.” He feathered kisses down to the hollow of my throat, inching toward my breasts. “Or do I need to make you?”

  “Oh, by all means, make me.”

  He laughed, and then, holy fuck, he did.

  Shane’s expression was horror. “Run that by me again?”

  I laced my fingers together and rested them on the conference table. My stomach was a tangled mess of nerves, but I steeled my voice to sound confident. “I’ll give Roland what he wants. I’ll get on the table, let him negotiate a deal, and then we’ll have him.”

  “No,” Shane snarled. “There’s no way I’m signing off on that.”

  “Oh, stop it. I’ll use my escape signal before anything happens and we’ll have the footage we need to nail him to the wall.”

  It was like I’d told him to go fuck himself. “Did you not hear me when I said no?”

  “It’s not a big deal. I can handle this.”

  “How the fuck are you going to handle it? You’ll be naked, blindfolded, and restrained!”

  “Shane, calm down.” His voice had gotten so loud it had drawn the attention of a few agents near the glass doors. “I’m a big girl. It’s ten minutes of being naked in front of a guy, which . . . spoiler alert, I’ve done before. And I survived.”

  He stared at the table, refusing to look at me, and his hand massaged the back of his neck.

  “I know this is the mother of all bad ideas,” I added. “But it could be our only shot. I don’t want to miss the opportunity just because I have to flash some skin.”

  “All of it,” he interjected. “All of your skin.”

  “It’s not ideal, but it’s the fastest way. Come on. You want this assignment over just as much as I do.”

  There’s no way it was true, because I wanted the operation done with every fiber of my being. I ached to tell Silas. I’d get my big fish. No matter what reaction it drew from him, even if he left, at least I could count on my work making a difference.

  “What about him?” Shane didn’t name names, but there wasn’t a need. “You think he’s going to be okay with your ridiculous plan?”

  “Not really, but it’ll be done before he knows about it.” Guilt roiled in my belly. This was it, th
e last, terrible thing I’d do to get free and come clean.

  “Andrea.” It was the first time in more than a year he’d used my real name. Shane’s expression was one I’d seen before, only the worry in his eyes was amplified to scary proportions. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I need out,” I said, my voice flat. “I already told Julius I’d do it.” It was anything but convincing. “This is win-win.”

  He raked a hand through his hair, turning away. “Yeah? Then why the hell do I feel like we’ve lost?”

  Friday came much too soon. I didn’t get nervous, but everything was backward, like some sort of twisted mirror. I stood in the dressing room tugging off my clothes with the other working girls as Payton hooked her earpiece in.

  Thank God Dominic’s work kept their honeymoon short. She’d only arrived back last night, and was able to fill the spot when I called and asked.

  Tara wasn’t working tonight. She had an appointment with Mr. Gold tomorrow, and I was filled with relief when I saw her name wasn’t on the schedule. Otherwise I would have felt compelled to lie about why I was about to get on the table. I’d been lying to myself all week, saying it would be easy. That Silas would understand in the end.

  I was appreciative that Payton didn’t ask about him, or my motives. A year ago I’d stood here and watched her undress as she actively tried to deceive me, and now our roles were reversed. She’d lose out on the sale when I used my signal, but she could deal. Payton didn’t need it. She liked the negotiations almost as much as the money, anyway.

  “Do you have a target figure?” she asked as I cinched the silk robe closed.

  My distracted mind had a difficult time focusing. She was asking about price. “No, not really. Nothing below a thousand.”

  “Are you fucking with me? I just saw you naked, Regan. We both know that’s insanely low.”

  “It is?”

  Trepidation washed over Payton’s face and she grasped my elbow. “I don’t like this, how nervous you are.”

  I tugged my elbow free from her grip, unable to contain my irritation. “I’m allowed to be nervous.”