As far as me buying it—yeah.Gage doesn’t get to pay for this one.
She squirms against me, teasing my dick.“I know.I preferred the gold dress, too.It’s gorgeous.”
“So youweremessing with me.”
She laughs.Gage, still in the fitting room doorway, chuckles.
“Turn around.”If Gage is going to pay to have the store closed for this private shopping trip, I’ll use it to my advantage.“Put your hands on the mirror.”
11
Leah
Dmitri’s gray eyes remind me of the ocean sky before a thunderstorm.
I move excruciatingly slow.One hand on the mirrored wall, then the other.Meeting his gaze, I ask, “Like this?”
“Feet farther apart.”He uses his knee to spread my thighs.“Don’t test our patience, baby girl.”
The door closes with a softsnick, and Gage turns the lock.I meet his gaze in the mirror.He leans against the wall, his arms across his chest, eyes half-closed behind his glasses.A satisfied smile plays on his lips.Incubuswas the right role for him on AoG, a hundred percent.He looks as if he’d grant every carnal, raunchy impulse to flit through my filthy mind.
I can’t be sure he didn’t plant the ideas there to begin with.
I wait for whatever Dmitri will do next.Our reflections create an erotic movie.My nipples are hard, breasts free and aching for touch.My thong is wet.I cannot wait for it to come off, even though the friction of it against my pussy is the only thing keeping me grounded.
And Dmitri—he’s a giant, brutal man behind me, surveying my body as if looking for the best ways to find his pleasure.
His gray eyes are locked on my body, traveling over my curves with a possessive glint.He runs a finger down my spine and hooks it into the back of my thong.“Are you wet, Leah?”
I nod.He’s going to take off my thong and I can’t fucking wait.I wiggle my hips to help him.
Instead of pulling it down, he yanks itup.
“Ow!”
“Shhh.”He gives me a lazy grin.“We’re in public, Leah.Behave yourself.”
I’m trying to behave, but it’s hard with several inches of microfiber digging into my hoo-ha.
Dmitri gives my ass a gentle pat.He glances back to Gage.“Look how pissed she is over that.”
“Are you uncomfortable, Leah?”Gage asks, as if hoping the answer isyes.
“No, I’m doing fine.”I squeeze the words between clenched teeth.“Just dandy.”
Moving behind me, Dmitri rubs his pelvis across my ass.The position makes my underwear stretch tighter, and I whimper.Need mixes with pain, all-consuming.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”He reaches around and cups my breasts in his big hands.“I love your perfect little tits, Leah.Look at these nipples.So kissable.So biteable.”
“Dmitri,” I whisper.“Please.”
He slides one hand down my stomach to cup my mound.Again—pleasure and pain.He grips the thong.Please take it off.Pleasetake it off.I’m too stubborn to say it aloud because they like it too much when I hurt.
But no.He tugs it this way and that.The friction is both too much and not enough.
“Please, Daddy.”
A few more torturous twists of the fabric, and then he releases it.My eyes water.With gratitude, pain, relief—I can’t be sure.
