Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) by Nikki Sloane Read Free Book Online

bucked hard on the table when his tongue grazed me. One of his large, cold hands clamped down on a hip to hold me in place. The sensation wasn’t like anything I’d felt before. The blindfold focused everything on the pleasure that was spreading outward through my body from his indecent kiss. He licked me again, starting at the bottom of my entrance and all the way up to my clit.
    “Oh my god,” I said out loud, and then went wooden. I wasn’t supposed to speak until spoken to, according to the contract.
    “You like that?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, he just did it again. And again. The beginning of an orgasm developed off in the distance and then was right upon me when he eased a finger where I was soaking wet.
    “She’s yours for twenty thousand,” Tara said. The logical side of my brain tried to function, but the physical part of my body was in control. That wasn’t true. This man, this total stranger, was in control of my body when he was fucking me with his mouth and finger.
    “I was thinking more like nine,” he responded. Then his mouth was back on me. How could he negotiate like this? His head was buried between my legs, and she was just standing there, watching. The orgasm threatened closer still, and I moaned.
    Nine was close. It was already more than I thought I could get, seeing as how Tara had said he was good looking. But Tara’s hand brushed over my ankle, demanding I focus. She could get him higher. I shook my head quickly at his offer, and then moaned when his tongue slipped inside me.
    “She seems to like you.” Tara’s voice was sultry. “How about sixteen?”
    “Ten.” He murmured it against the side of my thigh, his finger working in and out of me. Desire built, pinpricks creeping over my skin, begging for release.
    “We both know she’s worth way more than that. Fifteen.”
    His hand withdrew and it was cold as if he’d stepped back. No , the dirty voice in my head cried. He was going to leave me when I was so close. So close to not just what I needed, but so close to tumbling over the cliff into a sea of pleasure.
    “Twelve.” His deep voice filled the room. My heart lurched and relief overwhelmed me. I barely noticed when Tara’s hand skimmed my knee. His hands and mouth had already shown me he knew what he was doing and promised I would enjoy it.
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    Tara’s hair fell on my arm when she drew close to whisper, “Are you sure? I think you’re leaving money on the—”
    “Yes.” The need in me was too much already. How had he been able to bring me right to the brink so quickly? I was ready to pay him to get the tongue back.
    “Congratulations, sir,” Tara announced. “She’s yours.” Her footsteps said she was moving to the door to leave us.
    “Do you want to stick around?” he asked.
    The footsteps stopped, hesitating.
    “If you’d like me to watch, I wouldn’t mind.” Another wave of heat burned in my core with the thought of it. She’d almost sounded eager. She wanted to watch what he was going to do to me. Soft footsteps announced her return to the wingback chair.
    The deal had been made and, honestly, I wanted it. I longed for his mouth to be where it had been before my orgasm had stalled. The excruciating ache between my legs took my breath away.
    Fingertips traced over my right breast and made me flinch, and I gasped when his hot mouth closed around the nipple of my left. The ache in my center intensified when he sucked at me. Holy shit, I wanted him. Usually I loved foreplay, but I was out of control and desperate. My hand tried to push him down and show him what I wanted, but the dull thud of the restraint going taut answered back.
    “Did I hurt you?” He’d bitten me gently a split second before I’d tried to move. It hadn’t hurt, not where he used his teeth.
    “No, sir,” I replied, frantic.
    He might have laughed; my brain was foggy with thoughts of lust.
    “Then, what is it?” He didn’t sound concerned, he