Page 50 of Mastered By Desire

But it’s wicked and delicious and one of the most innocent things happening in this club right now.

She’s going to come soon. I can feel it in the way her legs clench against mine. I can hear it in the way her gasps have turned to quiet moans.

She turns her head. Taking pity on her in her embarrassment, I lift my free arm to cradle her, helping her to hide her face. Even while I shield her, I continue stroking my fingers in and out of her hot cunt.

“So good,” I whisper. “You’re so wet for me, little girl. Are you going to come now?”

“Yes—yes.”

“Perfect. Go ahead. Come on my fingers.”

Her release is glorious to behold. I might have a new kink—holding Leah in my lap while she comes.

This is the second time it’s happened. I could do this several times a night and never get enough.

Eventually, her cunt’s rhythmic squeezing ceases. What I would give to feel that sensation on my cock. My imagination is a vivid place, however, and with the details from tonight, I’ll be able to relive this moment as often as I like.

I pull my fingers away and lick one. Salty. Sweet. I trace her lips with the other finger, offering her a taste of herself. With a quiet moan, she sucks my finger into her mouth.

I let her lick and suck for as long as I can stand, then I pull my hand back and kiss the side of her head. The gesture of affection surprises me. I usually don’t kiss my play partners.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

Her head is still turned toward me. I twist her around so she’s sideways in my lap. It’s easier to see her this way.

“I’m good,” she says. “Breathless. That was…I really liked that.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“Is there anything you need?” She shifts from side to side, no doubt feeling the hard ridge of my cock against her leg.

“No, but thank you.”

“I was thinking.” She peers at me carefully, her voice quiet. “I’d like to join the next auction.”

A situation rife with potential. “You don’t need my permission.”

“Right,” she says. “But I need a sponsor because I’m not a member.”

“Why not ask Dmitri again?”

“That’s complicated.”

“Oh.” I try to make the tone understanding and sympathetic, but inside, I’m smiling like a maniac.

Complications. Angst. His unraveling resolve. I wonder if sending him home with her panties last night has anything to do with those complications.

“I could sponsor you this time,” I say.

“Would you?”

“Sure.” I spy Dmitri from the corner of my eye. “But it’s going to cost you.”

“What will it cost?”

“A kiss.”

“Easy.” She grins and leans forward.

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