Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club #4) (29 page)

I hurried to him, sliding my hands up to cradle his jaw. “She asked if she could play with us. Silas, that night at the club with you and her . . . Didn’t you like that?”

His hands gripped my wrists, holding me firmly. His intense stare pinned me in place. “Of course, but—” He looked at a loss for words.

“You and I are amazing together. Imagine what we’d be like if we worked as a team, instead of fighting each other for control.”

Breathing was no longer an issue for him. Now his chest was heaving, like he couldn’t find air. He studied me intently, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but there wasn’t one. “You want this?” he whispered.

“Yes.” My voice was strong. I wasn’t sure if I could ever give my submission, but I could give us this. “Don’t you want it?”

His eyebrows tugged together as he faced an impossible question. Worry etched his eyes, but it was unnecessary. I’d screwed up so much and been wrong before, but of this I was completely sure. I needed to make him feel the same.

“I want to watch you do all the things to her,” I said, “that you want to do to me.”

My memory went back to the moment Tara had asked if she could join us. She was so excited about it. Why have one Dom, when she could have two? I’d gotten incredibly turned on thinking about all the things Silas and I could do to her together.

His eyes were so wide they seemed ready to fall out at any moment. “You want to watch me
fuck
her?”

“Yes.” I said, my voice tinged with excitement.

Society dictated there was something wrong with me. I shouldn’t want to share my man with another woman, and it was abnormal I didn’t want to be the submissive. I wasn’t supposed to crave what I did, or like how the control made me feel.

But communication and defined rules were important to make this work. “I want to watch you in command. I want to see her writhing under
our
power.”

He wiped a hand on his mouth, muffling a profanity. He made me wait an agonizingly long time. “You’re sure you want this?”

“You tell me.” I grabbed his hand and pressed it between my legs, letting him feel how soaked my panties were.

His eyes went heavy with desire, and I rose up on my toes, slamming my mouth over his. The kiss was reckless, just like what I was doing, but I felt safe. I was confident in my feelings for him and his feelings for me.

When the kiss ended, his eyes were closed and his forehead pressed to mine. “Okay,” he breathed. “But if you change your mind, you tell me immediately.”

“Same for you,” I whispered.

He eased back and turned to gaze at the other woman. Lust descended on all three of us together.

The air in the room was thin, but somehow I found my voice. “Tara. Come here.”

Her hips swayed as she followed my command and her expression flooded with excitement. I knew Silas was watching her breasts as she ambled toward us, because her perfect tits held my focus as well.

I threaded my hand through her hair, acting like I was going to kiss her, but at the last second I turned away and forced her down onto her knees. I should take it slow, but fuck that. I was an impatient bitch, ready to play with my new toy. Judging by the intense look streaking Silas’s face, he felt the same way.

I snagged the tail of his tie and whipped it over his shoulder so it would be out of her way.

“Undo his pants.”

Silas’s head turned to me, but he held still as the woman kneeling before him began to undo his belt.

It was a position of power. Her naked on her knees as the sub while I was fully clothed beside him as the primary. We both watched as the belt slid free from the buckle, the button undone, and his zipper dropped.

“Suck his cock,” I ordered.

Silas’s gaze snapped to mine and his eyes flared. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see her movements as she extracted him from his boxers, and there was a soft noise of surprise from her. She was pleased, maybe even impressed.
Good. You should be.

His mouth fell open, and he exhaled softly, letting his warm breath wash over my face as she stroked his length, preparing to take him in her mouth. Abruptly, his hands were on my shoulders, pulling me close. I slammed into him and before I could catch my startled breath, he was there, stealing it. His hot, wet mouth was pressed to mine, smothering his own moan the moment the other woman wrapped her lips around him.

There wasn’t a way to describe the experience. Hot wasn’t even close. Blistering was better, but still inadequate. Kissing him while he received such intense pleasure . . . God. How long could I keep her down there? I wanted it to go on forever.

Silas had an arm threaded behind my back to embrace me, and a hand on my cheek. His fingers moved, stroking my skin as he kissed me deeply.

“
Fuck
.” His word was drenched with appreciation and spoken between two frantic kisses. His breathing had gone ragged in just seconds of being in her mouth.

“Do you like this?” I asked him. “Because I think it’s so hot.”

He blinked his eyes open and they were intense. “Fuck, yes.”

Both of our gazes slipped down to Tara. Her blue eyes stared up at us, and I felt his body beneath my hands shudder as she pumped her lips on his wet, shining cock. With each bob of her head, I’d get a flash of her naked tits.

I traced a line on her forehead, pushing the wayward strands of blonde hair back and out of her way. She looked beautiful like this, and powerful, too. Between the three of us, she held the ultimate power, choosing to give us control, which she could take back at any time. Her eyes were clear and ocean blue, and she gazed at me with longing while I tucked the strands behind her ear.

Since my hand was already there, I put my palm on the back of her head and gently urged her to move faster on him. Guiding her like this sent electricity coursing down my spine, and it grew into a storm when Silas’s hand met mine. Both of us pushing her to take him deeper.

The arm around my back tensed, drawing my gaze back up to him. He leaned over and groaned against my mouth, generating a sound that was pleasurable agony. I snagged his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping at him. His hand on mine, buried in her hair, squeezed.

“Use your hand on him.”

I glanced down to make sure she followed my command, and sure enough, she closed a fist at the base of his dick. It slid easily back and forth on the thick slab of flesh she couldn’t take all the way down her throat. At least, she couldn’t at this pace.

Silas’s fingers bit into my waist. He probably didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing me, but there was too much going on for him to concentrate. The shudder in him was more pronounced when her grip tightened and moved at a furious tempo.

Like he’d been punched, Silas stumbled backward from us. His expression said it all. He’d gotten much closer than he’d meant to. He used both hands to smooth his hair back as he seemed to try to collect himself. With his tie thrown to the side and his undone pants sagging at his hips, he looked wild.

There were no words between us, but a conversation ensued. His hesitant expression wanted to know what happened next. I quirked my lips into a smile and tilted my head.
“Whatever you want,
” I tried to convey.

His gaze shifted away from me and settled on the woman kneeling on the carpet. In his absence, Tara had assumed the standard position of a submissive. She sat back on her heels with her knees wide apart, her wrists crossed in the small of her back, and her head down. Ready and waiting for him.

“I don’t guess,” Silas said, just louder than the music, “you have a pair of handcuffs on you.”

I swallowed hard. Sure, I did. They were inside the metal lock box on the top shelf of my closet, right along with my pistol and my badge. Government-grade steel handcuffs and the keys, although I’d never had to use either of them.

When undercover, at first you try not to lie, but to
deflect
.

“Can I buy you a new tie?” I asked, stepping toward him.

He didn’t seem to understand until I loosened the knot at his neck. He met my fumbling hands, sliding the end free until his tie was a ribbon in his beautiful hands. For a moment, we just looked at Tara and savored what she was offering. Her body on display, her submission a gift.

I set my hands on his, fingering the silk. “Do you want me to do it?” I’d restrained her plenty of times at the club, but this was so different.
Special
.

He shook his head. “I’d like to.” His lips brushed over mine. “Is that all right?”

I grinned. I’d always demanded a rough and dirty Silas. I wasn’t prepared for a polite one.

It must have been clear I approved, because he went to her. His fingers curled under her chin and lifted her head.

“Up.”

Holy shit.

His one-word command detonated in the room, scattering the last of my anxiety away. He was just as committed to the scene as I was. He held out his hand and she took it, using it to climb to her feet. She said nothing as he led her to the couch and pointed.

“Sit. Hands behind your back.”

I stood in my living room, every cell in my body burning with anticipation as he sat beside her, the tie clenched in a fist. He leaned behind and set about winding the silk around her wrists.

She flinched when he did the first knot and yanked it closed. “Too tight?”

“No, Sir.”

Since he was behind her, she couldn’t see the impact of her words, but I could. His pleased expression filled me with pleasure by proxy.

He’d been sitting the night I’d put on a show for him at the club, so I thought it was appropriate to do the same. I tucked my skirt beneath me as I sat in the loveseat opposite the couch, giving me a perfect view.

The second knot was tugged closed, the silk slipping against itself with a quiet “
Vrrrp
.”

Silas righted himself. He peeled out of his suit jacket and tossed it on the coffee table, then pulled off his shoes and socks. Those skilled, artistic fingers undid the buttons of his dress shirt until it fell open, but he didn’t shed it. Instead he left it to tease me with glimpses of his artwork.

Tara waited patiently, keeping her gaze on her knees. Was she wondering what he was going to do? I was curious as well.

He sat back and pivoted so he could lie sideways on the couch. His hand went to her shoulder. “On your back.”

They were by the armrest, though, and as she moved, he dipped an arm beneath her, helping her lower until her shoulder blades were against the armrest. He supported himself on an elbow, his back pressed against the back of the couch, and his gaze snared mine.

We stood at the edge of the precipice, our deep breaths synchronizing together, and then we jumped.

His hand shoved her knee aside, and her foot fell to the floor. It opened her to him, and his fingers trailed quickly along the inside of her thigh. Silas never dropped eye contact with me. I wasn’t focused on his hand, it was all on his expression, but I could sense the fingers. I could
feel
them moving along her skin as they crept right between her thighs, touching her where I was hot and wet and throbbing.

“Mmm,” she moaned with her lips flattened together. His fingers stirred over her clit. Her next moan was longer and deeper.

Perhaps he watched me to gauge my reaction, but I believed something else was going on. Silas wanted the connection with me as he brought her pleasure. I licked my lips. He’d barely touched her and already I felt parched and starved.

“Again,” I commanded him.

This time his fingers rolled several tiny circles. Her biceps tensed, and a devious smile bowed on my face. Her instinct was to touch herself or position his hand where she wanted it, but she was bound and couldn’t.

“What?” he teased her, picking up on the same thing. “Did you need something?”

Holy hell, his evil tone turned me on. She gasped as he manipulated her clit, twisting the bud of flesh between his fingers.

I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands while I watched. If I touched myself, I worried I’d come quickly, and I wasn’t ready for it. I liked to delay and draw out my pleasure just as I’d done to her in the club. But watching Silas touch her and the way she was writhing in his arms was almost too much to bear.

Her lips rounded into an O when his middle finger pressed inside.

“What does she feel like?” I asked, my voice hurried.

“Her pussy’s on fire.” He kept those silver eyes pointed at me as he licked one of her erect nipples. “She’s squeezing on my finger like she wants to come.” His finger retracted and slipped back inside. “Is that what you want, Tara?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Sir.”

His tone was firm. “No, it’s too soon.”

God, it was like we shared a mind.

His pink tongue swiped over her breast, causing her to tremble. “You don’t get to come until you’re begging for it. You’ll use words, but that won’t be enough. I won’t let you come until you’re too far gone to find
any
words. I only want this body to beg.”