Page 10 of Mastered By Desire

“Look at us, baby girl,” Gage says. “We want to see how eager you are, how desperate.”

I glance from him to Dmitri, and I’m shocked at how interested Dmitri seems to be as he watches me. Does thissort of thing turn him on, too? The thought of pleasing Dmitri, the thought of arousing them both—well, that makes my embarrassment worth it. So I move faster, my hips rocking back and forth, humping Gage’s leg in earnest.

Gage rubs my lips with his fingers until I part them, and then he puts his fingers inside my mouth. I suck greedily, like I did with Dmitri’s cock. Gage’s dark eyes flash behind his glasses. He likes this. When I peer down, I can see the hard outline of his cock. I don’t know why he isn’t fucking me right now. Maybe he’ll do more after I finish?

I hope he will.

“You’re thinking too much,” Dmitri says in a raspy voice.

His cock is hard—I can see the outline through his jeans. He wants me again.

I want him, too. HimandGage.

Future Leah is going to have a lot of messed-up thoughts to work through.

Present Leah just wants to get off.

“You’re right, sheisthinking too much,” Gage says. “We should help her out a little more.”

That’s the only encouragement Dmitri needs. He reaches out and cups one of my breasts. Gage takes the other. The two of them fondle me, tugging on my nipples, their hands firm and rough.

I don’t have much longer. Their pinches and tugs on my nipples are driving me insane, the sharp aches translating directly into pleasure and centering at my clit.

I can’t stop moving, rocking back and forth against Gage’s strong thigh.

His fingers are still in my mouth. I suck him as I rock, wishing I had fingers—or a cock—inside me. Instead, I’m taking what pleasure I can get, absolutely wrecked by my need, my all-encompassing desire, Gage’s and Dmitri’s presence swallowing me whole.

Every motion of my hips, every drag of my clit over Gage’s leg pulls me higher and higher. I’m so fucking close. My legs are about to give out, my muscles are completely done, finished, unable to continue.

“Now,” Gage says. “Come for us.”

Us. Both him and Dmitri.

And fuck, I can’t help but obey. Pleasure shatters me, turning me inside out in bliss. I cry out around Gage’s fingers, my sounds of ecstasy muffled. Aftershocks ripple through me and I jerk back and forth in his lap several more times. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t help it.

He takes his fingers out of my mouth and uses that hand to hold my hip in place. Dmitri lets go of one breast, Gage lets go of the other.

I feel…empty. Satisfied and energized at the same time, but sad that they’ve let me go.

“Aftercare,” Gage murmurs, tugging me toward him.

“Nah, I’m good.” I pull away and stand.

Dmitri steps away and returns a moment later with a fistful of tissues. I start using one on Gage’s pants, but he stops me.

“Sir, there’s a mess—” I say.

“We’re done with our scene now, Miss L,” Gage says. “You can stop calling meSir.”

I blink. “You’re not—what about—” Stupidly, I gesture toward his crotch. “And the mess I made.”

“This is all the satisfaction I require for this evening,” he says. “I don’t mind the mess. I like it.”

The man’s paying fifty thousand dollars, ruining a pair of expensive pants in the process, and he doesn’t even want to shoot his load? Damn. I guess I don’t understand rich people, because this sounds bananas.

He chuckles at the look on my face. “I have my reasons. Sit down, please. Aftercare is non-negotiable. It’s necessary for both bottomsandtops to varying degrees, and I require it. Dmitri, what are you doing? Surely you’ve heard of aftercare.”

Standing awkwardly to the side and holding the robe I had on earlier, Dmitri looks angry. “It’s just—I don’t fucking know if shewantsme to touch her.”

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