Page 49 of Mastered By Lust

“Yes, Sir.”

I sit on the bench and say, “Come over here and take your spanking like a good girl. I want to hear you cry for your daddy.”

I don’t say which daddy. I’m not claiming the honorific yet.

“Go on.” Gage swats her ass.

She yelps and hurries toward me, her breasts swaying. Goddamn, she’s beautiful.

When she reaches me, I take her hand. I kiss each of her fingertips, following the last kiss with a bite at the tip of her pinky.

“Dmitri…” Her voice is low, full of desire, but also uncertainty. Her eyes are pools of concern, shadowed by lust.

“What is it, baby?”

“Are we making a mistake?” she whispers.

“If we are, I’d make it again and again.” I can’t resist her. Ever since that first auction, I’ve wanted her. Hell, before that. But every time, I told myself no. No. No.

Gage’s manipulation allowed me to finally say yes.

“Over my lap.” I pat my knees.

She clumsily gets into place. I have to steady her so she doesn’t lose her balance and do a somersault. I widen my knees to give more space for her to stretch across me.

“This is so embarrassing.” Her voice is a faint mumble.

I like that she’s embarrassed. It turns me on even more. In real life, I always want Leah’s comfort and safety. But in a scene? I get off on her hesitation, her awkward uncertainty. Maybe I have a light degradation kink. It’s an idea worth exploring.

Giving her ass a gentle smack, I don’t have to wait long for her reaction. She jerks forward a little bit. Good thing I have a hand braced on her upper back. I widen my knees a little more. Another time, I’ll drape her over my legs so she’s bent in half. Right now, I want to see more of her.

I give her a few more slaps, warming her up, bringing the blood to the skin and getting her used to the idea.

“What would your friends say if they knew you were getting your ass spanked?” I ask. “What would they think about you having a daddy who’s almost twice your age, hmm?”

“Oh my god.” She groans. “Dmitri…”

Her embarrassment makes my cock harder. I spank her again and again, then pause to ask, “Isn’t your five-year high school reunion coming up? Maybe we should put on a show. Get you bare-assed and spanked in front of everyone.”

I know the talk of humiliating her is turning me on. Is it working for her?

Another spank. Leah wriggles, and I smooth my hand over her bright pink skin. I delve a finger between her legs, searching for the sweet heat of her pussy.

So fucking wet. The talk of public humiliationisturning her on. And I already know she’s a little exhibitionist.

Gage strides over, grabs her ankles, and spreads her legs apart for me. It gives me better access. It also gives him a better view. His gaze is intent, locked at the point where I’m touching her.

Leah moans in protest as I slide my hand away.

“Gage is watching me spank you.” I lean forward and lower my voice. “He can seeeverythingbetween your legs. Including just how fucking wet you are, you bad little girl.”

I spank her again to emphasize my point, then I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She’s so wet, there’s no resistance.

“You’re gushing,” I say. “My hand’s all wet. It’s gonna sting more when I spank you again.”

“Noooo.” She tries to move away, but Gage keeps her firmly in place.

I do as I threatened, and give her a good couple of swats. She moans and whimpers beautifully. I should’ve guessed Leah would be a perfect sub. I think a secret, subconscious part of me always knew.

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