Page 33 of Mastered By Desire

The sexual tension on TV is nothing to the tension thickening the air in Dmitri’s living room.

I peek over at him. His attention is firmly fixed on the screen.

Maybe he isn’t thinking of that night like I am.

Maybe he isn’t remembering how I knelt before him and took him in my mouth.

I hope he isn’t aware that I would one hundred percent do that again if given the opportunity.

Before I can look back at the screen, he turns and sees me watching him.

“Leah.” His voice is low and quiet.

He feels the same, he has to feel the same. He wants to do it again, too.

“I should get some sleep,” he says.

My lungs stop working. “Oh. Yeah, I guess it’s getting late.”

Ten p.m. is not that late, especially not for Dmitri, who works until three a.m. most nights.

He holds up the remote. “Do you want to keep watching?”

“Nah. Turn it off. Thanks.”

When he stands up, he subtly adjusts the front of his sweatpants. He quickly picks up my empty plate and our beer bottles to take to the kitchen, blocking the front of him.

Dmitri was turned on, too. He just doesn’t want me to know it.

Gage

A giant male sub is getting railed by his tiny Domme.

Just another Thursday at Low Vice. I watch with vague interest while she sinks her long, red fingernails into his fleshy back. The peg she wears on a harness is large and appears rather punishing, yet her sub seems to glory in it.

“I don’t see you out of the office much.” Betty passes me a glass of water from the other side of the black marble bar top.

I accept the drink, frowning when I notice the tiny umbrella tucked against the side.

“Betty, what is this?”

“A frilly umbrella?” She blinks innocently.

“But why is it in my glass?”

“Because you need some fun and color in your life, Gage.”

“I’ve had enough fun and color to last a lifetime, and you know it.”

She purses her lips together in disapproval. “Maybe you’ll have fun tonight. What’s the point of owning a BDSM club if you never partake?”

“I was at the auction last week,” I remind her.

Besides, Iamhere to have fun. Dmitri’s working tonight. I’m waiting for him, but I won’t be telling Betty that. He usually comes to the bar and chats with Betty during his breaks.

I watch the power dynamic play out in Room One while I wait for him. The sub sobs with his need for release. His Domme edges him repeatedly, pegging him to punish and tempt before backing off again. The torture is exquisite, his need fierce.

The scene is missing something, however.

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