Page 6 of Mastered By Desire

I don’t want to, but I do it to prove him wrong. Because Dmitri, if he is looking at me, is not going to be looking at me with much interest.

So I open my eyes, my gaze immediately moving to Dmitri’s face.

Whoa. He’s watching me with so much heat in his expression, I jerk back in surprise.

“See what I mean?” Gage chuckles as he stands up and walks toward me. “He thinks you’re hot, just as I do.”

This is surreal. I’ve entered another dimension. One where Dmitri wants me.

Gage touches my arm. His hand is warm through the fabric of the robe. He slides his palm up to my shoulder where the fabric ends. My knees go weak at the skin-on-skin contact.

“You’ve already consented with the form, but I need to hear it from you, Miss L. Do you consent to being touched sexually tonight?”

“Yes,” I say, my voice breathy.

“You may rescind that consent at any point,” he reminds me. “We’ll use the club safe word: red.”

“I understand, Sir,” I say.

He fastens the sparkling collar around my neck. “Good girl.”

Ireallylike those words coming out of his mouth, and it surprises me. I didn’t know I could feel like this.

He takes one of my breasts in his hand and squeezes gently, rolling my nipple between his fingers. A gasp escapes my throat, then a soft moan.

“This feels good?” Gage asks.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you wet?”

I move my legs slightly. Sure enough, my pussy is slippery with arousal. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to check for myself,” he says.

I nod. “All right, Sir.”

I can’t look at Dmitri but I know better than to close my eyes. I look off to the side, pretending that my best friend’s brother isn’t three feet away while another man fingers me.

Gage’s fingers are thick and warm against my folds.

“Legs apart, baby,” he says.

Obediently, I open my stance. Fuck, this feels amazing. I close my eyes—not to avoid Dmitri, but to fully feel everything Gage is doing. He presses one finger inside me and pumps it gently. My hips rock forward on their own, my body instinctively moving to meet his touch.

“So wet,” he murmurs in approval, dragging his wet fingertip up over my mound, my stomach, and between my breasts. “And eager.”

“Are you going to fuck me, Sir?”

“Mm, not tonight.”

“But tonight?—”

“Is what I paid for, yes. I have other ideas.”

Other ideas? That sounds ominous. Dangerous. Thankfully Dmitri is here, or I might start feeling unsafe. But we’re in the club, everything is monitored from afar, and the guy I’ve always viewed as a protector is right here in the room.

I blink up at Gage. “What ideas do you have?”

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