Page 7 of Mastered By Desire

“So glad you asked.” He gives me a brittle smile, then jerks his head toward Dmitri. “Suck him off, baby girl, and make yourself come while you do it.”

I look from him to Dmitri and back again. So Dmitriisthe extra person in the arrangement. Damn. And Gage wants me to be with Dmitri. “But, Sir…what about you?”

“What about me?” Gage says. “I’m getting whatever I want in here, am I right? And he isn’t left out, which was the fear that had him bidding beyond his means.”

“You don’t know—” Dmitri starts.

“I know enough, Dmitri Montrose. You don’t have the funds to pay for a night with this girl. And I’m intrigued by your dynamic. I want to watch you together.”

“You might have paid for her,” Dmitri says with a scowl, his gray eyes dark with anger, “but you didn’t pay for me.”

“Fine.” Gage waves a hand toward the door. “Leave. But when I find Miss L again for future fun, you won’t be invited. I’ll find someone more inclined to play.”

Futurefun? Surely he realizes this is a one-time auction, not a long-term arrangement.

“Make your decision.” Gage moves to stand behind me. He uses his arms to brush the sides of the robe out of the way and cups both my breasts. I can feel the deep vibrations of his chest as he speaks. “She’s ripe and ready, and so wet. Look at this mouth and tell me, honestly, you’ve never thought of these beautiful lips wrapped around your cock.”

“I’ve never thought about that,” Dmitri says, heat in his voice.

“You lie.” Gage sounds disappointed. But he continues cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples.

Sharp pleasure shoots straight to my pussy, and I whimper.

“So needy,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “Have you ever come from nipple stimulation alone?”

“No, Sir,” I say. I try not to squirm. The idea is arousing and embarrassing at the same time. I’m so freaking aroused by the way he talks about my body, like it’s an instrument he can play to find different melodies. It’s a revelation.

“That’s something to experiment with later, I suppose.” He continues abusing my nipples, pinching hard, then soothing them with soft strokes.

My legs clench together involuntarily. I want to touch myself. At this point I don’t care that Dmitri is standing there, I just want to come.

“I notice that you aren’t leaving.” Gage sounds thoughtful.

He’s talking to Dmitri, not to me.

“Fuck you,” Dmitri says, but his voice is rougher than it was before.

I steal another glance at him. His gaze is fastened to my breasts, and his gray eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them.

Gage slides the robe from my shoulders. It falls to my feet.

He whispers in my ear. “Lower to the floor, crawl over to him on your hands and knees. Unfasten his pants, take out his cock, suck him off while you touch yourself. You can’t come until he does. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He swats my ass. “Yes,Sir.”

Sweet pain blooms on my bare ass cheek. Ireallyliked that little spank. “Yes, Sir.”

I drop to the floor and crawl to Dmitri. The end of my belly chain drags on the floor. I cannot believe I’m doing this. It’s humiliating and wrong and I like it so fucking much, it shouldn’t be allowed.

When I reach Dmitri, I look up at his face. He’s breathing hard, his eyes flashing with intensity.

“Can I…” I gesture to his fly.

He glares down at me. “Fuck, Leah…”

It isn’t a yes. I wait on my knees.

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