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

“You don’t get to ask questions, no matter what.” His deliberately slow, indecent rhythm made me crazy with need. “Do you understand?”
    It was already a house rule, so I didn’t struggle to answer. “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?” He thrust into me once, harder, getting my attention.
    “Yes, sir.”
    He resumed his disciplined pace, sliding his flesh inside mine and building the desire to an alarming level. “Good. Rule two is you answer my questions, and you have to answer them honestly.”
    I could do that, so I nodded quickly.
    “The last rule is your body belongs to me, so that means your orgasms are mine. You don’t come without my permission.” His wet tongue dragged from one breast, down the valley between them, and on to the other one, circling the taut nipple. “There will be consequences if you break any rule.”
    I gasped. Did he know I was already close?
    “Understood?”
    I swallowed a breath. Three rules, simple enough. “Yes, sir.”
    He whispered it against my flesh, “Good.”
    It was out of my mouth a second later. “I want permission to come.”
    He laughed. His body was gone from mine so he was only touching me where we were joined. “Already? No.”
    No? Why? My legs shook and wrapped around his back, trying to pull him in deeper. To pull him back to me.
    “Do you like having my big cock in your pussy?”
    I didn’t have to think about it. “Yes.”
    “Then I think it’s time to lose the blindfold,” he said. “We’re both visual creatures.”
    The room fell away and everything shifted horribly. His fingers slipped under the mask and eased it up, and even though it took my eyes a few blinks to adjust to the light, it didn’t matter, I already knew. I’d heard him use that phrase before.
    “No,” I cried. No, no, no.
    “Hello, Evelyn,” Logan said.

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    Logan didn’t slow his pace. His large hands clamped down on my hips and braced me to the table when I tried to slide backward away from him.
    “I don’t think so,” he said.
    “Why?” My voice was as shattered as I felt. “How did you—”
    “I believe that’s rule number one.”
    In the low light and with my vision restored, I could see the thin sheen of sweat on his chest and defined abs. His mocha-colored brown hair was perfectly tousled. Tara was right. I had always thought he was attractive, but when I pushed his personality to the side, I could see he was undeniably hot. I squirmed under his hands, but all it did was create a seductive smile on his lips.
    I could stop him. I had a signal. If I opened and closed my hands quickly and repeatedly, I could have him thrown out in less than a minute. I’m sure he knew this, just as I’m sure he knew I couldn’t use it. The damage had been done. He’d seen me naked, he’d gone down on me, and currently he was fucking me. My boss. Wasn’t it enough that I had to struggle to please him at the office?
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked. “Honestly.”
    “That you’re my boss.”
    He continued to pump his dick into me, and although the pending orgasm had faded significantly when he revealed himself, it lingered.
    “Trust me, I’m aware. I’m not supposed to do what we’re doing right now with an employee, no matter how much I’ve thought about it.”
    What the hell was he talking about? “You don’t even like me.”
    He leaned over me, burying his face in my neck and sucking on it. “You sure about that? I just dropped twelve thousand dollars to be with you.”
    The reminder of how much money he’d spent whispered to the orgasm to come closer. The idea that he wanted me and wanted me that badly was powerful. It left me breathless.
    “Maybe I overcompensate at the office,” he admitted. “And your thoughts on me?”
    I shut my eyes. How in the world could I answer that? The steady rock of his body against mine was beginning to drown out all other thought. One of his hands left my hip. It traveled up my skin, leaving goosebumps in