Page 41 of Mastered By Lust

“It’s Dmitri,” I mouth, pointing to the phone.

Gage nods, whispers, “Can I come in?”

I gesture him forward. “Dmitri, what do you want?”

“I don’t want anything to change.” He sighs. “Between us, I mean.”

He should’ve thought of that before he covered my nose and mouth while making me come.

Gage sits on the edge of the bed and tugs at my blankets. I give him a look, but allow him to pull them away. His brown eyes are bright and excited, like he’s unwrapping a package.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” I say into the phone.

Gage scoots closer and cups one of my breasts. I lean into the touch even though a part of me thinks this isn’t the best time to fool around.

“Ask him if he’s going to bid on you tonight,” Gage whispers.

I try to glare at him, but the way he’s fondling my breast makes that impossible. He pinches my nipple tightly.

Fuck. I better obey or safe word out.

“Are you going to bid on me tonight?” I ask Dmitri.

He pauses. “Fucking Gage. He’s with you right now, isn’t he?”

Gage gives me a sadistic smile, the one he wears when he’s getting his way, or when I’m faced with a particularly strong punishment.

“Go ahead.” Gage’s voice is quiet. He puts his free hand on my knee and starts moving it upward.

“He is,” I say to Dmitri.

“Christ. What’s he doing? No, I don’t want to know.”

Gage smiles wider. “He does want to know.”

“I gotta go.” A thread of anger runs through Dmitri’s tone. “It’s your body. You can do what you want for the auction.”

Gage’s fingers are warm, insistent against my skin. I bite my lip to stop a moan.

Dmitri takes a deep breath. “Gage plays games, Leah. Like right now, this is a game to him. I just want to make sure you don’t have regrets.”

Gage’s hand travels up my thigh.

I hold back my moan when Gage’s fingers reach my pussy. “No regrets here.”

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Leah

Our nighttime drive to Low Vice is short. Excitement flares in my gut, brighter than the twinkling city lights that speed past the car window.

Gage parks behind the building and helps me out of the car. He tugs me against him and squeezes my ass. “I can hardly keep my hands off you, little girl.”

“What if someone else wins me tonight?” I bat my eyelashes at him. He’s already assured me that won’t happen, and I believe him.

“I’ll win you.” He kisses my forehead. “But remember, you’re always in control. If you don’t want to be with whoever wins you, you can opt out at any time. You have the power, Leah.”

He’s always saying that I have the power. I’m starting to believe it.

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