Page 60 of Mastered By Desire

Shit. Okay. I can do this.

Instinctively, I know closing my eyes is the wrong thing to do. My body is power. I keep them open, watching Gage watch me. What does he want? I remember how he took my breasts in his hands, that first night.

But tonight it’s just me up here.

What doIwant? What would pleaseme?

I do stroke my hands over my breasts, but the touches are teasing and light. No rough pinches, not right away. I slide my palms over my belly and hips. My skin is soft and I like touching it, even the parts I might be self-conscious about. It’s my body, and it’s power.

And I can love the power I have.

I widen my stance, scooting my heels out slightly. Dipping my hand to my pussy, I lightly graze over my clit. I swirl my fingers at my entrance, unsurprised to find moisture there. It’s easy to press a finger inside. My hips buck forward, meeting the gentle thrusts of my finger.

I let out a soft moan at how good it feels, then add a second finger.

Gage makes a low sound.

I look up at him, startled. I’d forgotten he was here.

Seeing the way he watches me only increases my arousal. Yeah, I definitely have an exhibitionism kink. Now that I’m no longer so self-conscious, I watch Gage watching me.

There are no instructions, no direction. He simply lets me have my way.

As I pump my fingers into my pussy, the palm of my hand rubs against my clit. I use my free hand to lightly pinch my nipples, going from one to the other.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp.

His voice is so low, I almost don’t hear him. “Do it.”

An explosion of fiery pleasure bursts deep inside, the heat and tension spreading outward. My legs shake. I’m vaguely aware of Gage stepping forward and bracing my legs. He’s spotting me to make sure I don’t fall.

When I’m finished, but still trembling from pleasure, he reaches up. “Come here, I’ve got you, little girl.”

I bend forward and allow myself to fall into his arms.

He tucks me against his chest and sits down with me in the desk chair. I think about trying to get up, but I remember what he said about aftercare, that first night. To him, it’s nonnegotiable, and he requires it.

And I gotta admit, being cradled in his arms like this isn’t half bad. It makes me feel special and cherished.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asks in a soft voice.

“Yes. Very much.”

“What lesson did you learn?”

“My body is power.” I close my eyes, remembering how good it felt to stand up there and please myself. Pleasure myself. “I can use it…and I should love it. Idolove it.”

“I’m very happy to hear that.”

“What about you?” I ask.

“This was all I needed.”

Before I can ask anything else, he spins the chair around so we’re facing the wall.

“This is one of my favorite photographs in Low Vice.” He points to an image of a woman I wouldn’t think is conventionally attractive if I saw her out and about. “Look at the way her shoulders tilt toward the viewer. What do you see in her stance?”

I examine the photo from my comfortable pose on his lap. “Submission. But there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

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