Three Little Mistakes

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by Nikki Sloane


  “That’s a nice purse,” Payton said, nodding toward my bag on the bar.

  “Thank you, my sister—”

  “Can I be honest?” she interrupted, taking a step closer to me. “I find this shit fascinating. He’s never had a girlfriend, at least, not in the four years I’ve known him.”

  “Oh?” I whispered.

  “I couldn’t fucking believe it when he told me. He’s had a few subs before, but they were . . . not like you.”

  Oh my God. Well, I guess his friends knew he was into the lifestyle.

  “Payton,” Dominic warned under his breath.

  She reached out and wrapped a hand on my wrist, and the sudden contact made me jolt. “I’m gonna give you some unsolicited advice, because Joseph and I are a lot alike. Don’t let him push you too far, but don’t give up on him too easily, either. He’s a good guy.”

  I glanced down at the hand on my arm, and her enormous engagement ring glinted back at me. She thought she had to convince me? Somewhere along the way, I’d already made this shift unconsciously. My bad boy was so very good.

  Her pretty blue eyes watched me closely, and . . . where they hopeful? “I’m glad he’s decided to let someone in.”

  Lights jumped to life and flooded the stage, and I blinked at brightness.

  Dominic helped Payton out of her coat and hung it on one of the barstools. Beneath it, she wore a black strapless corset, her large breasts barely contained inside.

  “Is that new?” her fiancé asked.

  She nodded, her cherry red highlights in her hair glowing in the light. “Yuriko gave it to me as a going away gift.”

  Dominic’s lustful gaze lingered a long time on her flesh. I couldn’t blame him for it. The boning in the corset emphasized her figure beautifully, and I was envious. Payton wasn’t classically beautiful, she was hot. I couldn’t find a better word for her, she was like a version of an extremely high-end porn star.

  Joseph appeared on the stage and motioned for us to come to him. We brought our drinks to the table closest, and without words, the men grabbed another table and carried it up on stage.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  The table was set up on the stage, and Joseph turned his attention to me. His dark, sexual gaze forced my heart into my throat.

  “Payton and Dominic are going to fuck on this stage, and we’re going to watch.”

  chapter

  NINETEEN

  I had a moment of hysterical deafness. “W-What?”

  Joseph jumped down off the stage as Dominic stepped up, leading Payton with him. She set her large purse on the floor beside the table and then every pair of eyes in the room seemed to fall onto me.

  Joseph’s hands trapped my waist and he pressed his forehead against mine, our warm skin touching and his breath on my face. “I want to see you squirm in your seat, little girl, while you’re watching her come all over his cock.” A chair squealed as Joseph turned it to face the stage. “Sit down, now.”

  Holy fuck. I looked at the innocuous chair as if it might be on fire. Could I really do this, watch two strangers have sex just ten feet in front of me? I didn’t remember making the decision. Yet I found myself in the chair, and Joseph seated right beside me.

  On stage, Payton pulled her long, glossy hair up into a ponytail seated high on the crown of her head, then busied herself with undoing the snap of her pants. My breathing went shallow when I caught the first sign of lace. She took off her black heels, sat back on the table, and let Dominic pull the pants slowly down her long legs, one at a time.

  Her gaze never left his, and Dominic’s never wavered from hers. They were beautiful people, but seeing the real emotion behind it was what made it swelteringly hot.

  “Put those fucking heels back on,” Dominic said.

  “Yes, Sir,” she quipped back, although it was sarcastic and not respectful. That tone would have gotten me into trouble, for sure. Payton slipped her feet into the heels and stood, showing off her shape. My gaze flowed down her ample breasts to her tiny waist, on to the band of skin where the corset ended, all the way to the flare of her hips.

  Joseph had said I looked like a wet dream that night I’d become his, but how could I compare to her? She looked so amazing even I wanted to sleep with her. The black mesh and lace panties didn’t leave much to the imagination, and they were cut low enough that the small, black symbol tattooed by her hip was visible. No, not a symbol. It was a character in Japanese.

  “Watch your tone,” Dominic said, “or I’ll put something in your mouth to shut it up.”

  “This cock?” Her hand went to the fly of his jeans, rubbing.

  He pushed her hand away. “I’ll have your boss give us his girlfriend’s underwear and I’ll stuff that in your mouth.” He spun her around, revealing she was wearing a thong. He put a hand on her back and shoved her to bend over the table. “Would you like that, you little slut? I’m sure you’re dying to know what her pussy tastes like. Am I right?”

  I bit back the startled cry that grew inside me, which was both shock and excitement. Payton didn’t answer, and Dominic’s hand came crashing down on her ass, the tight cheek barely jiggling, but the skin flushed red.

  “Yes,” Payton moaned. “One, thank you.”

  What did that yes mean? Was this in pleasure, or a response to his question? Joseph moved and knelt before me, his hands sliding over my knees. Up my thighs. Disappearing beneath my skirt.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped.

  His gaze was inescapable, and even though I wasn’t up there, I felt a million stage lights shining on me.

  “There’s going to be some audience participation tonight.” Joseph’s voice was authoritative and hot. “Lift up.” His fingers curled under the sides and began to peel the fabric down. I put my hands on the sides of the seat and it creaked as I lifted up so he could pull the underwear toward my knees. “Fuck, you’ve got them nice and wet for her.”

  A whimper fell from my lips, and I covered my mouth with my palm, embarrassed. Joseph grinned, his eyes full of wickedness, and the panties continued their descent, all the way past my sandals. I stopped breathing as he rose deliberately, went to the edge of the stage, and handed them to Dominic.

  A stranger was holding my panties, wet with my desire. I pressed my knees together, uncomfortably turned on. It became unbearable when Dominic turned to his soon-to-be-wife. “Open up.”

  She moaned when he shoved my wadded underwear into her mouth. She locked eyes with me and she fucking moaned, like she was enjoying my taste. The scene alone was enough to send me in a frenzy, I didn’t need the audio to go with it. I flattened my hands on my thighs, and glanced at Joseph.

  Who was watching me, not them.

  “Aren’t you going to watch?” I whispered.

  “I’d rather watch you right now. Besides,” he added loudly, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

  “Ha,” Dominic said, his face twisting into an evil smile. “Challenge accepted.” His focus went back to Payton. “Stay just like that.”

  While he dug through Payton’s purse, I couldn’t help but remember my first time with Joseph, being in that same position. Were her hip bones uncomfortable against the edge of the table as mine had been, or was she too lost in the scene to care by this point?

  Dominic pulled a large coil of red rope out, his hands moving quickly to bind her wrists together, and when it was done, he smacked her ass again. She flinched, and her eyes slammed shut, her words unintelligible because of the underwear still in her mouth. His large hand rubbed the red spot he’d struck and she let out a moan.

  Then, a foreign language spilled from his mouth, spoken softly. Lovingly.

  “What language is that?” I asked in a hushed voice.

  “Japanese,” Joseph answered. “They lived in Tokyo for a while.”

  Dominic pulled the panties from her mouth and left them on the table, hooking his hands under her elbows and lifting her to stand. After she turned on her h
eels, the kiss she gave him was raw and intense, and it made me ache. I’d had that same kiss from Joseph, and I wanted it now.

  Joseph leaned in and brushed the hair away from my ear. “Always fidgeting,” he whispered. His hot breath made me shiver. “You don’t look like you know what to do with your hands.”

  “I’m fine.” It would have been better if my voice hadn’t wavered.

  On stage, Dominic was worshipping her body. His palms smoothed down over her corset, fingers trailing, and he took a knee before her. The black lace was peeled down painstakingly slow, all the while her gaze burned into me.

  I only got a flash of her bare skin before Dominic’s head was in the way, and her eyes hooded. “God, Dominic, I love your fucking tongue.”

  He paused. “Just my tongue?”

  “Right now? I love it more than any other part of you.”

  He chuckled, grasping her hips to hold her steady. “Yeah? We’ll see what you have to say when my pants come off.”

  She drew in a shuddering breath when he stopped talking, his mouth preoccupied with other things. Watching him go down on her like this was so sensual. I knew what was happening only from her reaction, not by sight. Not until he shifted on his knees to the side, using his fingers to spread her wide. The sliver of his tongue darting between her bare slit set me on fire.

  “Holy shit.” I clamped my hand over my mouth.

  “No.” Joseph grasped my wrist and pulled it away, a faint scowl darkening his expression. “I want to hear every sexy sound you make. Let’s put your busy hands to use. Uncross your legs and touch yourself.”

  I felt the blood drain from my face. “What? They’ll see me.”

  He glanced at the couple, then back to me. “I don’t believe this is a limit, since you let me fuck you out in the open. You’re just nervous.”

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  His warm mouth latched onto the side of my neck at the same moment his hand was on my knee, pushing me to uncross my legs. “This is the other part of your punishment, bad girl. Put those fingers on your pussy. Let them see how much you like their show.”

  I exhaled a long, torturous breath. My eyes pleaded with him both to make me do it, and not to. The wrong, bad part of me was eager and I was pulsing, aching between my legs for relief.

  My fingers gripped the hem of my skirt and lifted, drawing the material toward my hips. I’d made it halfway up my thighs when Joseph scooted his chair closer and set a hand on my knee. The hand traveled up the inside of my leg, brushing the sensitive skin, all the way until he stroked me where I was soaking.

  I sighed, but he probably couldn’t hear it. On stage, Payton was moaning loudly. Her shoulders shook and her back arched.

  “Fuck, I don’t want to come like this,” she cried.

  One of Dominic’s hands abandoned its hold on her hip and he buried it between her legs. “That’s too damn bad.”

  Joseph’s fingers rubbed one tiny circle on my clit, before he plunged his finger deep inside, pulling a groan of pleasure from me. The slow thrust of his finger was mirrored by Dominic’s on stage.

  “I told you to touch your pussy,” Joseph said. “Why am I repeating myself?”

  But . . . he was already touching me. I’d thought—Forget it, it didn’t matter. Fire spread from the building pace, and concern over modesty was consumed in the flames. I pulled my skirt up so it banded high across the tops of my thighs, and put my fingers just above where he was fucking me.

  “You don’t know where to look.” His voice was velvety soft. “Do you watch my finger as it slides inside your tight, wet pussy? Or do you watch him while he makes her come all over his tongue?”

  Joseph was absolutely right, I didn’t know which one was hotter. My gaze reeled from one to the other, desperate.

  “Oh, fuck,” Payton gasped. She attempted to step back from Dominic, but he wasn’t having any of it. His other hand clenched on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh until the skin dented around them. She began to pant. “Dominic . . . I’ll fall over . . .”

  “No, I’ve got you.”

  His mouth and hand worked with precision to get exactly what he wanted from her. Her legs shook and her eyes went wide.

  “Shit, I’m coming. Oh . . . fuck. Fuck!” Her knees buckled and she sagged into his arms, unable to do anything but collapse since her hands were bound behind her. Dominic held her tightly as she convulsed, bucking against the orgasm.

  Watching the pleasure seize her was crazy powerful, and my frantic gaze searched for Joseph. Bliss crept up my legs, and tremors built in my belly. The idea of coming with another person still felt new and foreign, but with two other people in the room?

  “Faster,” Joseph commanded. “Don’t stop. I can tell you’re getting close.”

  I swallowed hard. I was unbelievably close. Shockingly close. My hips moved, meeting the thrust of the finger pumping in and out of me, and my hand rubbed, stimulating where the ache was greatest.

  “Yes, baby girl. Just like that. I’m going to do that to you sometime. Tie you up and fuck you with my mouth until you can’t stand.”

  My mouth hung open as my lungs demanded air. Oh, God. Oh my God. It’d been impossible to peak for so long, but being with Joseph made it practically easy. Something snapped inside me, a calm focus amid the storm of pleasure. I reached out, wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him so his face was an inch away. “Kiss me with that filthy mouth when you make me come.”

  I’d never seen him shocked from my words before, but it lasted only a single heartbeat. A dark, aggressive look overtook him, like a predator. He launched forward the last inch and took my mouth with his, consuming me as the orgasm did.

  I moaned into his kiss while shards of ecstasy burst from deep inside, destroying me. Oh, shit. Shit, it felt so amazing. His tongue stroked mine, fucking my mouth, and it only added to the overwhelming sensation of it all. The pleasure rolled through quickly, but it was intense.

  “You,” he said, tearing his lips from mine finally, “don’t get to give the orders.” He took in a rapid breath. “But I’ll let that one slide.” For a long moment he lingered, giving me time to pull myself together. He withdrew from my shuddering body and turned his focus to the stage. “What else have you got in that purse, Payton?”

  She was on her feet again, her face flushed. “Lots of things. What are you looking for?”

  “More rope, or handcuffs.”

  “You could use her bra,” Dominic offered. My heart stopped beating. I’d lost myself in the orgasm and my legs were spread wide in the chair, my pussy on clear display. Dominic’s gaze dropped down to take a curious look, and I bolted upright, hurrying to push my skirt down.

  “Handcuffs,” she said, nudging her fiancé with her shoulder. “Then, get back here and untie me.”

  “Not a chance.” Dominic pulled out the metal cuffs and slid them noisily across the stage floor toward us. “You love it.”

  “I’d love it if I had use of my hands when I’m sucking your cock. I think you would, too.” Her face was pure seductress.

  “Goddamn, you’re persuasive.”

  She smiled triumphantly, but it died when he set her on her knees with a loud thud. She’d expected him to untie her, and her mouth dropped open.

  “Perfect,” Dominic said, undoing his buckle. “Keep your mouth just like that, devil woman. You’re such a whore for my cock.”

  Joseph had grabbed the handcuffs off the stage and was headed my direction, but he spun abruptly at this. His voice was coated in dread. “No.”

  “It’s okay,” Dominic said quickly. “I know what I’m doing.”

  Joseph glanced at Payton, and she smiled back. “It’s true, I am a whore for his cock.”

  I didn’t understand what exactly had happened, but something had set Joseph on high alert. His tightened shoulders slowly melted to relax when Payton looked up at Dominic, a bright smile on her lips.

  Dominic shed his shirt, exposin
g the hardened frame of a man who worked out, often and with weights. He wasn’t too bulky, but he was a slab of defined muscle. Payton had a body to kill for, but so did her future husband. His pants made little noise as he lowered his zipper.

  “Look at me,” Joseph commanded, and my gaze swung to him. He opened the handcuffs. “If you want to stop, you say stop. I’ll treat any waits that come from you as check-ins. Understood?”

  Did he suspect there’d be things that were going to happen that would have me uttering my famous word? I swallowed a breath and nodded. He moved behind, looming over me, silently waiting for me to offer him my wrists. Having the handcuffs on seemed just as scary as last time, but for a whole different reason. This time I didn’t worry about what he might do, but what I might. The more control I gave him, the more wild I became.

  My back straightened as I slipped my wrists behind the chair.

  chapter

  TWENTY

  I fought to hold the tremble at bay. My body was a cage, I told myself. Joseph will set you free.

  “Good girl,” he said. The metal snapped on and the jarring noise made me flinch.

  On stage, Payton licked her lips. Dominic’s underwear had been pushed down and he clenched his massive, hard dick in one hand, stroking. “You want it?”

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Yeah? Say it.”

  “I want your fucking cock in my mouth.”

  “All right.” He seized her head in his hands and drove himself between her lips. She moaned, and greedily took it.

  Joseph grabbed the back of his chair and pulled it behind me, so he could sit right up against my back. My handcuffed hands reached out and brushed the soft fabric of his pants and the thigh beneath, but he moved away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

  It was the same thing he’d said the night we’d met, when I’d tried so hard to be brave and forward. Just like it did then, his authoritative tone chilled me and made me burn. “May I touch you, Sir?”

  “Not yet. I want you to focus on the show.”

  I watched the slide of Dominic’s thick cock between her petal-pink lips, his skin glossed with her saliva. Once again, I pressed my knees together, squeezing. Was it normal to be this turned on?

 

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