Page 31 of Mastered By Lust

My baby girl is here to play.

I shrug out of my suit coat and toss it to the other side of the bed, my gaze never leaving hers. I unbutton my shirt and remove it as well.

Leah openly stares at me. While I can appreciate her admiration and I logically know that my bedroom is safe, I stop at removing my shirt. My pants will remain on for now.

I fold my arms across my chest. “I’m waiting to see more of what your allowance bought you, princess.”

Her smile turns mischievous and she slides the blankets all the way down.

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Gage

“Stunning,” I whisper.

The babydoll nightie showcases her breasts with tantalizing peekaboo lacework. The baby blue fabric that stops at her upper thighs is gauzy and see-through. The hints of her body beneath it are mouthwatering. Despite the very adult nature of the piece, there’s a girlish, innocent playfulness to the design.

“You like it?”

“Very much. I can see what you mean by it being scandalous, and I wholeheartedly approve.”

“I was worried you’d think it looked too girlie.”

“When I call youlittle girlall the time? No. That is not a problem for me. I love to see a full-grown woman play at innocence. Hands and knees on the bed, baby.”

She leans forward and gets into position. She looks magnificent like this, so pretty, so ready for whatever pleasure or pain I choose to give her.

“I’m obsessed with you.” I flip up the back of her nightie to give me an unobstructed view of her sumptuous ass in barely-there lace panties. “I can’t stay away. You consume my every thought. I live for your smile. I want to take care of you in every way, all the time. I don’t even care how insane that sounds, Leah.”

“It’s a little insane,” she says with a soft laugh.

“Well, it’s the truth. You’re perfect for me. You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she breathes.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

I don’t want to scare her. Such an intense declaration wasn’t my intention, but I can’t take it back. I don’t want to.

I ease down her panties. She’s glistening wet with arousal, and her cunt is flushed pink. I want to bury my tongue there, then my fingers, then my cock.

“Face down on the mattress, baby girl.” I gently press her back until she lowers. “I’m going to make you feel very, very good.”

I get behind her and worship her cunt with my mouth—licking, sucking, teasing, tasting. Leah gasps and moans into the sheets, her legs clenching as she tries to wriggle back for more contact.

I swat her thigh and pull away. “Be still.”

She tries. I can tell she’s making an effort. But with every lick and suck, she becomes more and more agitated.

“Please, Gage—Sir, please,” she whimpers. “I’ll be good,pleaselet me come.”

She’s a good little girl. And one that I want to be mine. And if that’s the case, she needs a daddy.

I could be her daddy.

She gasps. “Please—please?—”

“You want me to give you release?” My voice is taunting.

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