Page 48 of Mastered By Lust

Gage nods with an air of finality. “Understood. I believe you. I apologize for thinking the worst. But with the evidence in front of me?—”

“I understand.” It’s the truth. I would’ve thought the same, in his shoes.

“You still seem angry.”

I shrug and once again make my way to the door. “I’m not angry. Just wondering what the fuck I’m still doing here. Make sure Betty charges you and not me for the auction.”

My fingers brush the door handle when Gage says, “We could have some fun if you stay.”

Leah gasps in surprise, but she doesn’t object.

I don’t know what to think. A part of me—a rather hard, long part of me—is aching for the chance. But if it’s another fucking game, do I want to risk it?

Gage gets behind Leah. It’s a repeat of the last time all three of us were together in a private room. He slowly spreads apart her robe.

Just like the first time I got to see Leah’s naked body, a single word enters my brain: gorgeous.

I want to touch every part of her and have every part of her touch me.

I pause. This is more than I dared hope for. When he asked me to bid, I wanted it. Of course I did. How could I not? I crave Leah like a starving man craves a meal.

I should go. I should get the fuck out of here and away from Gage’s games.

“Dmitri.” Leah steps forward. Gage keeps hold of her robe and she lets it slide from her shoulders so she’s completely naked. “Please. Stay.”

I’m less worried about Gage’s games now. I’m thinking more about the gamesIwant to play.

“I should spank your ass for thinking the worst of me.” I keep my voice casual. Bored, almost.

“You want to punish my little girl?” Gage’s voice is amused. “I haven’t given her a proper spanking yet.”

“Little girl?” I ask.

“Gage…” Leah blushes.

“He should know you’re my little girl and I’m your daddy. I’m a proud daddy. Aren’t you proud to be my little girl?”

“Yes,” she says.

Gage deepens his voice. “Yes, what?”

Her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of pink. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck, I’m hard. Leah as a little girl. Hottest idea ever. I picture her in a sweet little sundress, lollipop in her mouth, her hair in pigtails. All a woman’s sexiness in a girly fit. Then I imagine bending her over and spanking her ass and pussy, reminding her who her daddy is.

Gageis her daddy, though. Not me.

He seems to see where my mind is going. “There are no rules about how many daddies a little girl can have.”

My heart leaps. My cock gets even harder, already on board with this.

Eyeing Leah, I ask, “Gage hasn’t spanked you for being naughty?”

“No, Sir.” She bites her lip and looks at me through her eyelashes.

I want to hear her call meDaddy, but I haven’t earned it yet. I haven’t taken care of her in the right way. Punish. Pleasure.

“Is your safe word stillred?” As I speak, I make my way to the low bench in front of the curtained picture window.

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