Page 8 of Mastered By Love


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He kisses my cheek and brings both hands under the sweatshirt.“Not at all.Say it again, baby.”

“Daddy,” I sigh as his hands come up to cup my breasts.

“That’s right.Gage said you can have more than one daddy, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”I lean my head back against his shoulder.

He kisses my cheek, then my neck.He pinches my nipples between his knuckles.Not hard, but enough to get me wiggling.

“Tell me,” he says, “are you wet?”

I nod.

He groans.“I thought you might be.Let Daddy check.”

I spread my thighs apart between his, but he lets go of my tits to pull my legs farther apart and drapes them over the outside of his own.Then he sends a hand down the front of the sweatpants he lent me.They’re so oversized, he has plenty of room to maneuver.I can’t help but moan when his fingers make contact with my pussy.

“Mmm.”He slides his fingers up and down.“Nice and wet.”

While most of my brain is sidetracked with the erotic back-and-forth of his fingers against my folds, a small part of me is still awed that this is Dmitri.My best friend’s brother.My long-time crush.Touching me, taking control of my body.

His voice is soft, entreating.“Lean back, try to relax.I’ll take care of you.”

I try to do as he asks, losing myself to his slippery, sensual touch.Soon, though, my hips are lifting up as if they have a mind of their own.I chase the heat of his fingers, loving every bold stroke.He slides a finger inside of me, then pulls it out to rub over my clit.He does it again and again.

I keep waiting for him to stop, throw me down, and fuck me.But he keeps thrusting his fingers in, then out, then circling my clit.Then he repeats the pattern all over again.He’s so calm, so in control.Authoritative.And it feels so fucking good.

“Dmitri,” I whine.

“Daddy.”

“Daddy.Please.”

“Since you asked nicely…” He moves his fingers to my clit and rubs faster.At the same time, he brings his free hand back under my sweatshirt and pinches one of my nipples.

The pain, the dominance.Burning hot pleasure.My body is his, my lust is his.I am owned, I am cherished.

His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Go ahead and come, Leah.Come for Daddy.”

I spasm against his hand, my body rippling with release.“Dmitri—yes—fuck?—”

“Good, good.”He kisses my cheek, thrusts his fingers inside me so I can clench around them through my aftershocks.“So good.”

I lie back against him, breathing hard.“Wow.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”He gently pulls his finger out of me.

Turning sideways, I kiss the side of his neck.

“What about you?”

“Next time.”He shakes his head and gets up to turn off the light.

Rolling to my side so I’ll face him when he gets back in bed, I gulp past my disappointment.If he’s going to be like Gage, constantly denying his own satisfaction, I’ll be pissed.It’s nice they want to take care of me.But I want to give pleasure as well as receive it.

If it comes up again, we’ll have to talk.

Dmitri climbs back in bed and lies on his back.