Leah
The bodice of my dress rubs against my clamped nipples in the most awful, terrible,terrificway.I once told Gage that I like sexy pain, and this is exactly what I was talking about.
Gage and Dmitri are devastatingly handsome in their tuxes.Even when I was mad at Dmitri, I kept getting distracted by how hot he is.It isn’t fair.
They lead me into the penthouse, then into the bedroom.There, they step back.They can’t have planned it, but they fold their arms over their chests and give me identical, dark looks.
“Strip out of the dress.”Dmitri lowers a hand to press it against the front of his pants.“Do it fast.”
I bite back the snarky comment I want to make.He wanted me in this dress so bad, but now he’s rushing to get me out of it.
Gage grins like he can read my mind.“Go ahead and talk back to Dmitri, baby girl.See what happens.”
I shake my head.“No talking back.”
“A wise choice.”Dmitri gestures at me.“Do you need help getting out of your dress, or are you a big girl?”
Reaching behind me, I tug down the zipper.I ease down the shoulder straps.The front of the dress falls forward, fabric catching on one of the nipple clamps.I hiss at the pain.
“Oh, poor thing.”Gage steps behind me.His body is warm at my back, and his erection grazes my ass.He brings his hands to my front and lifts my breasts, squeezing them together.“Does it hurt a lot, little one?”
I nod.“Yes, Daddy.”
He plucks at the biting metal clamp, stretching my nipple.I squeak.
“Isn’t she gorgeous?”Gage keeps my breasts lifted, like he’s presenting them to Dmitri.
“Fuck yeah, she is.”Dmitri strides forward.He helps me step out of the dress and sets it reverently on the edge of the bed.When he returns to stand before me, he doesn’t touch me.His chest is mere millimeters from my aching nipples.He traces my lips with his fingertip, then forces my mouth open.“Gonna fuck you here tonight, baby.”
I flick out my tongue to cradle his finger and suck on it.
He groans.“Goddamn.So willing.You wanna make your daddies happy.”
“Mm-hmm,” I say around his finger.
He pulls out of my mouth and trails his hand down to my pussy—again, bypassing my aching nipples.I’m relieved until Gage taps the clamps with his fingers.
“You’ll take off the clamps when I make her come?”Dmitri asks Gage.
Gage’s voice is a deep rumble.“Perfect.Hold still for Daddy Dmitri, Leah.”
I latch onto the most important piece of information—they’re going to make me come.
Dmitri’s fingers are thick and perfect.He uses them to push my thong to the floor.Then he dips one into my arousal and slides it up to my clit.I whimper as my hips buck forward, seeking more contact.
Gage flicks my nipple clamps and I cry out.
“Hold still, I said.”Gage flicks them a second time.“Or did you forget?”
“I forgot, I’m sorry, Daddy.”I want to obey, but it’s so hard to remain still as the pain and pleasure wash through me.
He kisses my neck.There’s a smile in his voice as he says, “I know you’re sorry, because I’m making sure of it.”
Mean.He’s so mean, and I love it so much.
Dmitri continues rubbing his fingers slowly in a circle on my clit.
Ecstasy builds within me, hot and potent.My body is an inferno, a ball of flames.It takes everything in me to hold still like Gage asked.But I want to—I want to please him and Dmitri.
