Page 19 of Mastered By Bliss

Leah gives me a fake frown.“What hardship.Who will draw the short straw?”

“We’ll have to wait and see.”I give her ass a light swat.“Before we begin, I wanted to show you my test results.”

She waits while I pull up my health app and point out the results—no infections.

Nodding, she takes out her own phone.“I was tested regularly when I was with Mick, because he was sleeping with other women.Then I tested again, after we broke up.All clear.”

“Same here.”Dmitri shows us his results, as well.“Birth control?”

Leah navigates to another part of the app to show us.“IUD.”

It isn’t the sexiest conversation, but none of us would be able to relax and go skin-to-skin without it.The mirror in the entryway reflects the three of us, standing here, negotiating the terms of our relationship—the next step in sexual intimacy.

“So…we can skip the condoms?”Dmitri’s voice is cautious.“Are we all cool with that?”

Am I ready for this?It took me so long to be ready for sex again, and now we’re peeling back another layer of protection.I spent years shoring up barriers, defenses.I spent years hiding myself away.Yet here we are, making ourselves more vulnerable.

“I trust both of you.”I feel taller, stronger with the rightness of this feeling.

Leah nods.“I trust you both, too.”

She doesn’t trust that we’ll love her forever, but she trusts we won’t hurt her.That’s a start.

I take her hand, link my fingers with hers.“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Dmitri charges ahead.“Lights off?”

“Not entirely.”I don’t want this night to be hidden; I want to see.

I also don’t want to trigger myself by feeling like I’m on set.

I let go of Leah’s hand so I can turn on the low nightlight behind the bed, then I switch off the regular lamp.

It’s still dark, but our eyes will adjust.I wait for Dmitri to protest, but he doesn’t.I wonder if Leah has said anything to him about my hang-ups and eccentricities.But that isn’t something she would do.Rather, I think Dmitri’s acceptance is rooted in his experience at the club.It’s made him more accepting.He’ll go along with something as long as it’s safe, sane, and consensual, and matches with his own inclinations or at least doesn’t actively work against them.

No more thoughts of the darkness.I’m going to focus on the light.

I turn to Leah and cup her cheek.“I’m going to undress you.Then we’re going to worship your body.Then we’re going to fuck you.Any questions, little girl?”

She shakes her head.“No, Daddy.No questions.”

I’m already attacking her shirt, lifting up the hem.She raises her arms so I can pull it over her head.Her breasts are covered by peach-colored lace, her nipples barely visible.

I run my fingers over the lacy edge.“I like this bra.”

She grins.“I should hope so.You threw it on the pile when we went dress shopping.”

“Did I?”I press a kiss to the dark red mark I left on her breast.

Dmitri has taken off his shirt.He tosses it to a chair and comes to stand in front of Leah, where he kisses the mark he left on her other breast.

“Ours.”He tugs at the waistband of her pants.“You’re ours, Leah.And in case you couldn’t tell, we belong to you.”

Soon he has her shoes, socks, and pants off.She stands before us in her bra and matching panties.Dmitri pulls her in for a deep kiss.The longing on his face, even when he’s touching her, fills the sadist in me with glee.His love for her is like my love for her—so strong it hurts, so strong it fills us to bursting.

I stroke her skin, move behind her.I slide her underwear down, then remove her bra.Cupping her breasts, I roll those pretty nipples between my fingertips.It reminds me of our first night at the auction, how I stood behind her and presented her for Dmitri’s conflicted gaze.He’d been so tortured by the whole thing.The recollection makes me smile.

He pulls out of their kiss.Leah’s heartbeat thrums fast beneath my hands.

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