He leans back and takes a condom from his pocket.“Going to fuck you now, Leah.You’ve been naughty and you need Daddy’s cock to make it right again, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”I look back at Gage, wondering if he’ll join us.
He gives me a small shake of his head.“I’m watching this time.”
I don’t understand completely, but he must get the same amount of satisfaction from watching as he does from participating.I wonder how it would be to take them both at once, though.Maybe someday.
Dmitri grabs my thong with two hands and tears.Sweet relief as the fabric falls away.He bends his knees slightly.The biting fabric is replaced with the swollen head of his cock, notched at my entrance.
“Yes.”I wiggle my hips, encouraging him.Nobody asked a question, but that doesn’t matter.I want this, and I’ll never stop wanting it.When this relationship ends, I’ll still be wanting it, every day until I die.
Gage’s voice is sharp.“Leah.Let Daddy Dmitri give it to you when he’s ready.”
I force my hips to go still.Patient.I can be patient, right?
Dmitri works himself forward in tight, short thrusts.I struggle to hold my position as he pulses in and out.I meet his gaze in the mirror.His brow is scrunched in concentration and I realize he’s trying not to hurt me.
Ironic given the thong torture, but here we are.
“I’m good,” I gasp.“More, harder—I want it all, Dmitri.”
“Yeah?”He pushes the rest of the way in, no hesitation.I fucking love that he’s taking my word for it.I fucking love the thick, hard fullness he gives me.
Meanwhile, Gage watches, his eyes glittering.“Squeeze down on him, little girl.Let him feel how much you like it.”
I do as he said, clenching my thighs and pussy.
Dmitri grunts.“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
He starts at a slow pace, rhythmic.I can’t help but meet his thrusts.Luckily, he doesn’t tell me to stop.I wouldn’t be able to if I tried.
“You’re doing great.”Gage’s reflection is full of dark enjoyment.He rubs the front of his slacks.I think that’ll be the most he does here, but he doesn’t seem disappointed.“You’ll come on his cock right here in this fitting room, won’t you?”
I nod at him in the mirror.At the same moment, Dmitri reaches around to knead my breasts and tweak my nipples.A wanton moan escapes my throat.
“Quiet.”Dmitri puts a hand over my mouth.“You don’t want anyone else to hear, do you?”
“Mm-mmm.”I shake my head as much as I can.
He drags himself out slowly before pumping back in.“Tap my leg if you want me to stop.”
I clench my fists.No way am I tapping him.If he stops, I’ll perish.Simple as that.
“Good girl.”He picks up his pace, pounding into me, ruthless with the pleasure he gives.
My body tightens.Every one of his thrusts takes me higher, locking my limbs in heat and pressure.
“Getting close, aren’t you?”His hand flexes over my mouth, covers my nose so I can’t suck in a breath.
My response isn’t fear—it’s surrender.I’m his, all the way through—my body, my name, the air I can’t breathe?—
“Come on me, baby.Watch Daddy Gage when you come on my cock.”
I meet Gage’s dark eyes.I can’t hold it back any longer.I shatter, the scene before me in the mirror glistening in my mind a thousand times over—Dmitri’s clothed form rutting behind my naked one.Gage in the background watching with a mixture of approval and barely-restrained lust.
My moans and cries of pleasure are muffled behind Dmitri’s hand.He watches my face with savage satisfaction.He slaps against me, his hips against my ass cheeks as he continues to thrust.
He releases my mouth.“I’m gonna mark you—fuck?—”
