Page 38 of Blind Justice

“I have to head out for a bit to check in with Thomas and Asher. Omar will be outside the room should you need anything. Don’t forget to eat your breakfast.” Duncan carried his clothes back to the bathroom. “This time, knock before entering.”

Heat filled Bella’s cheeks. “Sorry. Again.”

Duncan cracked the door open. “I wasn’t just talking to you.”

Bella’s attention snapped to Enzo. “What did you do?”

Duncan leanedagainst the door jam, tapping his foot while waiting for both Enzo and Bella to get their asses in gear so they could leave. He hated waiting. It drove him bonkers. Surprisingly, though, he was pretty damn calm. He grinned, knowing full well it was because he no longer had a massive case of blue balls, thanks to the amazing blow job Enzo had given him in the shower.

His dick throbbed in anticipation of feeling Enzo’s mouth around his cock soon. He needed to stop his wayward thoughts. A raging erection in tight leather was not the best combo.

Down, boy.

Bella was the first to step out into the living room, and Duncan just about swallowed his damn tongue. Her long, dark hair was in another of those complicated braids again. This time the look showcased the delicate heart tattoos around her right eye and along her temple. It was sexy as fuck and added to the already erotic images he had of burying his hands in those tight braids and using them as an anchor while he fucked her.

Bella had a taut, compact little body. She couldn’t be more than 5’4 and had an ass like J Lo, which was displayed to perfection in the tight leather jumpsuit she wore. The only downside was he couldn’t see more of her rose tattoo. The tops of her full, lush breasts were exposed, thanks to how the top rested just below her shoulders.

On her feet were a pair of the softest leather he could find in a lace up boot.

“Will this do?” She gave a little twirl, giving him a bird’s eye view of her ass and hints of the additional tattoos on her body. The outfit was so damn tight, he could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

She looked like a little sex kitten. He absently wondered if she’d purr for him when he got her onto his lap. “Perfect.”

Duncan could feel her gaze as she checked him out. If she was surprised at his leathers, her expression didn’t give it away.

“Nice.” Desire flared to life in her whiskey-colored eyes.

Why again was he doing this? Oh, right. Omar was worried they might do something extremely stupid because they were going to go stir crazy. Instead of taking them to the mall, a movie, or even out to eat, he decided to take them downstairs.

To the club.

What had he been thinking? The problem was his dick and not his head had been in control. He’d been surprised they’d agreed to his terms when he suggested his idea. Both of them joining him as his submissives. Neither one had batted an eye at his rules, which had shocked the shit out of him.

He couldn’t wait to see Enzo with his neck wrapped in Duncan’s collar, on his knees, waiting for his master’s next command. He’d sensed the submissive in Enzo when he willingly kneeled in the shower and sucked Duncan’s cock. Bella was the unknown factor. Although he had a collar for her, he wasn’t sure if she even had a submissive side. He’d wondered how she was going to react in the same pose on the other side of his chair.

Fuck. This was dangerous.

Enzo stepped into his line of vision, and those doubts, well they blew away as fast as falling leaves on a windy day. Enzo had gone simple. He wore jeans. Dark and skinny, hugging his thighs, and framing his dick. He had a white t-shirt on with an unbuttoned blue plaid shirt over it. Both were immaculately pressed. His feet were encased in a pair of black chucks. Thanks to Bella’s heels, they were now equal in height.

Enzo didn’t ask how he looked, and Duncan didn’t offer.

His skin felt hot and tight as he stared at both of them.

He shifted, ignoring his raging erection and asked. “Do we need to go over the rules again?”

Bella smiled seductively. “You’ve gone over them twice, Papi. Honest, we’re good.”

Papi.Daddyin English.Jesus.Daddy kink had never been his thing, but hearing her say it in that husky voice of hers had his cock throbbing. He wanted to hear her scream it while one of them pounded into her sweet little pussy. Again, he told himself, this was a bad fuckin’ idea. It would be opening doors he usually kept firmly closed, locked, and deadbolted. Only Thomas was aware of all of his proclivities.

He held up Bella’s collar. “Let’s get this on you.”

She stepped forward without hesitation, stopping in front of him.

“Lesson number one, you never look a Dom in the eye, unless he or she tells you to.” Her gaze dropped to his shoulder while he fastened the lock on the collar he put around her neck. The key was in his pocket along with the one for Enzo’s.

Duncan didn’t miss her soft gasp. Bella stepped back, her hands reaching up to touch the delicate chain encasing her neck. His initials were stamped on the tag above the Celtic knot charm that also could be used to hook a leash or any other kinky implements he’d use during a scene.

“Can I go look?” she inquired.

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