Three Hard Lessons

by Nikki Sloane

  I gasped. “Because I’m managing the club tonight. Five minutes ago I was upstairs, dressed and sitting behind a computer.” It was then I realized what a stupid plan this had been. I was blindfolded and restrained when I wanted desperately to see him. “Take off my blindfold.”

  There was hesitation. “You were managing? Why?”

  “Because Joseph asked me to.” I didn’t want to lie. No more unspoken things between us. “Because I wanted enough money to buy a plane ticket to Tokyo.”

  It sounded like he stopped breathing. “What?”

  “I was under the impression you couldn’t leave, you know. But here you are. Can you undo my straps?”

  There was no noise so I didn’t think he was moving. “I told Chase I had an emergency, and they gave me off until Wednesday.” His voice wavered. “The plan is I go back if you want me gone. But if you want me to stay . . . I’ll stay.”

  “What about your job?”

  “Fuck it. You’re all I care about.” His words were like warmth, wrapping all around me. It was annoying I couldn’t see his face or those aqua eyes. “So . . . the question is, why were you coming back to Tokyo?”

  Because I loved him, but once again, the nervous flutter in my stomach crept into my throat and made the words difficult. “Come on,” I stalled, “surely you know the answer to that.”

  “I’d like to hear it. And don’t call me Shirley.”

  My pulse raced. I squirmed against the straps. “Get these off me first.”

  “No, no, no. Things are going to go differently than the last time we were here.”

  Uh oh. The determined timbre of his voice was sexy as fuck. Suddenly those straps weren’t quite as binding.

  “There’s no list.” His words were low and seductive. “How am I supposed to know what you’re offering?”

  I bit down on my bottom lip, attempted to keep my breathing steady and to sound confident. “Maybe . . . I’m offering everything.”

  His hurried breathing said he was standing right over me. “Everything? What does everything run these days?”

  “I don’t know. A hundred grand.”

  His hot breath washed over my skin. He was hovering what seemed to be only an inch from my lips. “Will you take a check?”

  “I’d prefer it in yen. But I don’t want your money.” My pulse raced a million miles an hour. “Just you.”

  The coarse skin of his palm heated my cheek and that thumb slid over my lips. “I love you.”

  As that thumb brushed away, it brushed all my unease away with it. I wasn’t scared or nervous or shy.

  “I love you, Dominic.”

  I melted beneath his kiss that was a thousand times better than any orgasm, more passionate than any time we’d been together. His kiss dripped with love, commitment, and the promise of more. I trembled beneath his lips, in his hands. Dear god, don’t let this kiss stop. The straps cracked and went taut against my attempt to seize Dominic’s head when his lips left mine.

  Last time I’d worried he might kiss me a second time, and now I was worried he might not.

  “Where are you going?” I cried. And . . . what the hell was he doing? His hand was on mine. “I’m not interested in your sexy hand-holding right now.”

  His kiss had left me disoriented, and it took a full five seconds to comprehend what was happening. I couldn’t stop him with the straps. My left hand stayed immobile while the ring descended onto my finger.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.

  “You said you were offering everything.” His lips brushed over mine. “Go ahead and tell me you don’t do marriage.”

  Holy. Shit.

  That gaudy, fake ring rested comfortably there on my finger. I trembled, but not in fear. It was with excitement and something else, something new. And it intensified when I considered giving him a real answer. Was this feeling . . . was this happiness?

  I’d always been adventurous, up for whatever. And marrying Dominic would be the ultimate adventure.

  “I don’t do marriage.” I could barely hear myself over the heartbeat pounding in my ears. “I don’t do talking, or sleeping, or love,” I whispered. “Not with anyone . . . but you.”

  The mattress shifted as he climbed on top of the table, on top of me. I didn’t know how long we made out. It was the most innocent thing I’d ever done here at the club and easily the hottest. His slow, sensual mouth met mine, teasing me with his tongue and teeth. I whimpered as he mouthed kisses down the side of my neck, to the hollow at the base of my throat.

  “Payton,” Tara’s voice said in my earpiece, “Mr. Red just finished.”

  I pressed the talk button. “Julius to Room Four.”

  “What was that?” Dominic’s voice rumbled.

  “Nothing, work stuff.” I sighed as his hands closed on my breasts. I arched into his caress, but his fingers danced lightly, like he was staying just out of reach. “You fucking proposed with a fake ring, don’t tease me, too.”

  He chuckled. “I took that fake one to the jeweler for sizing. I don’t know what he did with it.”

  My brain blanked. The ring I was wearing, “It’s real?”

  “Yes. Real.”

  “Is it big?”

  His hips moved, pressing his hard-on against me. “It’s huge.”

  I giggled at his silly innuendo. “I know that’s huge. Take off my blindfold.”

  “I told you, things are going to go differently this time. You don’t get to be in charge. I learned that lesson the hard way.”

  His mouth skimmed over my nipple and I moaned. “Please?”

  “Do you want me to, uh, turn the cameras off?” Tara asked, her voice breathless.

  The corner of my mouth curled in a smile. Tara was one dirty girl. Similar to me, she liked both men and women, but unlike me, I think she liked women more. She loved to watch, too. Of course I didn’t have any problem with her watching. Hell, she could come down and get a front row.

  The blindfold slipped up and away. I smiled up at him, almost shy. Like I was looking at him with new eyes now that everything was out in the open.

  “Hi,” I whispered.

  “Hi. If you don’t like it,” his gaze went up to my hand, “we can go back and pick something else out.”

  “Holy fuck, Dominic.”

  The ring was huge. The size other women would say, “that’s too much for me” but you’d wonder if secretly they were jealous. An enormous round solitaire ringed with smaller diamonds that descended down the band.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  He gave me a sly grin. “You’re going to take it off as soon as I undo the straps, aren’t you?”

  Was he fucking crazy? I shook my head. “The only way it’s coming off is if you pry it from my cold, dead hand.”

  His mouth covered mine as his fingers walked over my skin, traveling lower toward the juncture of my thighs.

  “Are we going to fuck on this table?” I asked.

  His fingers slipped down to touch me, slow and hot. “Do you want to?”

  “Undo my straps.”

  “Not a chance.” His touch set me on fire. “We’re going to do this slow this time.”

  I stared at the aqua eyes and grinned. He thought he was in control just because he had me strapped down to the table? I punched the talk button.

  “Tara to Room Six.”

  chapter

  TWENTY-NINE

  Dominic was oblivious to the door opening because he was going down on me. His tongue grazed my clit and then his mouth seized on it, sucking. I moaned and watched him through half-closed eyes. Fuck, that felt good.

  “Yeah, right there,” I whispered.

  Tara took a quiet step into the room, wearing only the silk robe, her face flushed as she watched him fuck me with his mouth. Her long, bottle-blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders. She was Barbie-pretty. Big tits, small waist, and curvy hips. I was curious what he’d think of her.

  His finger pushed
inside me, working together with his mouth to pull the orgasm from me.

  “I want these straps off.”

  “Pretty sure I said no.”

  “Maybe I’m not talking to you.”

  He froze. “What?”

  Her robe came off at that moment, and the blur of motion drew his gaze. Dominic bolted upright, his hand tensing on my thigh. His head snapped to me. Oh my god! Adorable, embarrassed Dominic. I felt like I hadn’t seen him in forever.

  I had a smug smile on my lips as she stepped to the table and undid my straps. He didn’t stop her. He was too stunned and trying not to look at her. She was beautiful. Her tits were round and firm, her nipples were a pale pink that matched her lips. The soft line of her body drew my gaze down to her bare slit, and further to her legs. Shit. Tara gave me a run for my money on the best legs at this club.

  “Dominic, this is Tara. Just so you know, she offered to do you when you came in.”

  She laughed, her eyes shining. I sat up, yanked out my earpiece, and reached for Dominic, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He was hesitant, thrown off-balance.

  “Do you want to fool around with her?” I whispered. “Like, together?”

  My fingers curled under the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up, gathering it until I could yank it over his head and pull it off. His gorgeous chest wasn’t moving. Once again, I didn’t think he was breathing. “Are you going into shock?”

  “Maybe.”

  I climbed off the table. “Sit down.” He had been up for god knew how long, he was probably exhausted. So he sat reluctantly on the table, one hand on my hip, his focus on me.

  “We should talk about this,” he said, worry pooling in his eyes.

  “I didn’t know you were into girls,” Tara said, a pleased and anticipatory expression on her face.

  “I’m still kind of new to it.” I put my hands on Dominic’s shoulders and urged him to lie back on the table. “You’ll be my third.”

  “Payton,” he said, his voice serious.

  I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. “Don’t you want to watch me go down on her while you’re fucking me?”

  He gave a sexy groan and I could feel his cock twitch all the way through his jeans. “Yeah, but you want that?”

  “Fuck yeah.” Hands tangled in my hair and yanked me down into his brutal, raw kiss. My hands wrapped around his wrists and slowly pressed them back. Further until he let me pin his wrists to the leather.

  “Tara, a little help?”

  She picked up the strap and closed the Velcro around his wrist, then strolled to the other side of the table, her tits bouncing as she went.

  “Wait a minute,” he said, realizing too late what was happening. With the one hand bound, I latched both of mine on his free wrist, holding him while he began to resist. She was fast though, and a moment later he was bound. The straps went taut as he struggled, and his eyes went white.

  “Do you remember the safe word?” I teased. His nod was just there, buried under his shock. God, this was fucking sexy. I climbed off of the table and went to Tara, his head turning to watch us.

  A playful smile tugged on her lips. “I wish I’d known sooner,” she said. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

  Her mouth was on mine, her lips demanding I kiss her back while her hands slipped around my waist, sliding lower to grab my ass. It brought our bodies together and her firm breasts pressed against mine. Her kiss was seductive, but it didn’t compare to the one of the man watching. When it ended, I whispered in her ear what I wanted to do.

  His gaze followed every step I took around the table so she was on one side and I was on the other. My fingertips trailed down the center of his chest, flowing over the notches of his abs, to the snap of his jeans. I popped it open. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath unsteady when I inched the zipper down, and tugged his jeans over his hips. I was excited to have him back in my hands. My mouth.

  “Get ready to be jealous,” I said to Tara. She smirked right back at me.

  “Shit,” he groaned. I dug his thick cock out of his boxers and pushed them down out of my way.

  “I am jealous,” she said, pointing to the ring on my hand that clenched around him. “His cock’s big, too.”

  She watched as I stroked him, her gaze fixed on the hand sliding up and down the length. She didn’t last long. Her hand clamped at the base and squeezed, and the body beneath our grips shuddered.

  His head lifted and Dominic watched us both lower in, his expression frozen. “Shit, are you two gonna . . .?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “We are.”

  And together, we licked him. There was a snap from the restraints as he bucked against them. He exhaled loudly. Oh my god, was he trembling? I swirled my tongue on the tip of his cock, drawing a moan that rumbled up from his chest. Desire burned across my skin. I drew up, put my hand on the back of her head, and guided her to take him inside her mouth.

  “Fuck, fuck.”

  “You like that?” I asked her in a seductive voice. Dominic stared down while her head bobbed on him. “You like sucking my boyfriend’s fat cock?”

  “Fiancé,” he corrected, although it sounded like he was struggling for air. Fiancé. There was a label I never thought I’d like, but of course, I was wrong. Tara pulled off of him and held his dick for me, giving me a turn. His warm, damp flesh parted my lips and slid back into my throat.

  I pumped on him, sliding up and down in leisurely strokes, swirling my tongue. On the table, he moved under my mouth, writhing. Air was swallowed in huge gasps when Tara and I returned to sharing him. Our tongues met wandering over his cock.

  “Holy shit . . . holy shit . . . Payton.”

  When I rose up and turned to face him, Tara took over sucking him. His face was like that first time in the room. Tortured agony.

  “Don’t make him come,” I warned her, then set my focus on him. “I like you like this,” I whispered, echoing his words from that night with Akira and Yuriko, “trying to hold it together. It turns me on like you can’t believe.”

  He moaned, his blue eyes slamming shut.

  My hands bristled on his unshaven jaw when I cupped his face and brought my lips to his warm, trembling ones. My fingers crept back behind his neck and into his thick hair. I clenched a fistful and yanked his head back, lifting his chin up so I could drag my tongue down his neck. “You want to fuck me? Say it.”

  I could just hear it over the sounds of her sucking his cock. “I want to fuck you.”

  I nipped at his soft flesh. “You want me to lick her pussy? Say please.”

  It came from both of them, desperate. “Please.”

  Velcro ripped open as I undid one wrist. That was all I needed to do, he did the other immediately. Fuck, that was a mistake. When he was free, he stood from the table, yanked the pants and boxers the rest of the way down his legs, and shot me a predatory look.

  “I told you I was going to be in charge.”

  He spun me in his hands and shoved me so I was belly down on the table. I pushed up on my arms, but the slap of his hand against my ass made me collapse forward. It was shocking to swing from dominant to submissive so quickly, but a rush. One I felt deep inside.

  “Count.” His dark order make me ache and eager.

  “One, Arigatō.”

  “In English.” His rough voice filled my ears. Tara watched from the other side of the table, like she wasn’t really sure what to do, but intrigued.

  His second spanking stung and left my flesh hot.

  “Two, thank you.”

  It turned me on so much that my desire ran down between my legs. I blinked and was upright, my back against his chest. His hands slid all over naked curves, his lips drawing a line of kisses down my neck. Oh, he wasn’t playing fair. I shivered from his hot breath and his indecent mouth.

  “Tell your friend,” he said, “to get on the table.”

  I blinked my lust-heavy eyes at her. “Tara–”
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br />   That was all she needed to hear. The leather squeaked when she sat and flopped down on her back. I moved between her legs and let my hands slip over her smooth skin. I tweaked her nipple, getting her to cry out with satisfaction, and skimmed my fingers lower.

  “Your pussy’s so wet,” I said. Her flesh was slick and lush, and my thumb brushed over her swollen clit. More cries of desperation from her. Her hands gathered her hair up and spread it out behind her like a curtain of blonde silk. As if she were settling in, preparing for the pleasure I was about to give her.

  Dominic kept a hand wrapped on his cock, squeezing. The thick, flexed bicep was mouth-watering. I needed him. I needed the connection to him now.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded.

  He moved behind me, a hand on my waist. The other cracked on my ass so hard it stole my breath. His aggressive voice flashed lust straight into me. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  “Fuck,” I swore under my breath. “Three, thank you.”

  His hands were on my hips now, his hard cock positioned to drive into me. My head fell down between Tara’s bent knees and, as I tasted her for the first time, his cock began to intrude.

  She whimpered. I let my tongue explore, but paused to catch my breath as Dominic slid deep inside, all the way to the hilt. My eyes slammed shut. That electricity between us, would it last our entire lives? I was excited to find out.

  “Goddamn. Do you feel how hard I am inside you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “It feels so fucking good.” The pleasure he gave me was unreal. My tongue fluttered over her clit, and it made Tara’s chest lift off the tabletop.

  “Put your tongue inside her.”

  When I did, his fingers curled on my flesh and he began to fuck me. Holy god, just one long thrust of that hard dick made everything tingle. The woman beneath me cried out and she fisted her hands in my hair.

  “Yes, fuck me with that mouth, yes . . . yes . . .”

  I sucked at the button of flesh and her body shuddered in response. The taste of her coated my lips, my mouth, my chin. It rolled down my throat. Behind me, Dominic established his pace. Steady and deep, but of course, slow.