Chapter 3

3

Leah

“ O pen your robe, doll.” Gage gets comfortable in one of the cushioned chairs. “But don’t take it off.”

I shoot a glance to Dmitri.

“Don’t worry about him yet.” Gage snaps his fingers, redirecting my attention to himself. “Look at me and show me what I bought for the night.”

Pulling open the robe, I close my eyes. There’s no way Dmitri can’t be seeing all of me right now. On stage, I could pretend he was looking away, that this was all some crazy mistake, and he wasn’t there.

But now he is very much here, and I can’t pretend he isn’t.

And the truth is, I don’t mind as much as I should.

Hell. What is Danica going to think? She’s my best friend. He’s her brother.

Danica can never know .

“Open your eyes,” Gage says. “We both like to look at you, baby girl. You should see us looking.”

I don’t want to, but I do it to prove him wrong. Because Dmitri, if he is looking at me, is not going to be looking at me with much interest.

So I open my eyes, my gaze immediately moving to Dmitri’s face.

Whoa. He’s watching me with so much heat in his expression, I jerk back in surprise.

“See what I mean?” Gage chuckles as he stands up and walks toward me. “He thinks you’re hot, just as I do.”

This is surreal. I’ve entered another dimension. One where Dmitri wants me.

Gage touches my arm. His hand is warm through the fabric of the robe. He slides his palm up to my shoulder where the fabric ends. My knees go weak at the skin-on-skin contact.

“You’ve already consented with the form, but I need to hear it from you, Miss L. Do you consent to being touched sexually tonight?”

“Yes,” I say, my voice breathy.

“You may rescind that consent at any point,” he reminds me. “We’ll use the club safe word: red.”

“I understand, Sir,” I say.

He fastens the sparkling collar around my neck. “Good girl.”

I really like those words coming out of his mouth, and it surprises me. I didn’t know I could feel like this.

He takes one of my breasts in his hand and squeezes gently, rolling my nipple between his fingers. A gasp escapes my throat, then a soft moan.

“This feels good?” Gage asks.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you wet?”

I move my legs slightly. Sure enough, my pussy is slippery with arousal. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to check for myself,” he says.

I nod. “All right, Sir.”

I can’t look at Dmitri but I know better than to close my eyes. I look off to the side, pretending that my best friend’s brother isn’t three feet away while another man fingers me.

Gage’s fingers are thick and warm against my folds.

“Legs apart, baby,” he says.

Obediently, I open my stance. Fuck, this feels amazing. I close my eyes—not to avoid Dmitri, but to fully feel everything Gage is doing. He presses one finger inside me and pumps it gently. My hips rock forward on their own, my body instinctively moving to meet his touch.

“So wet,” he murmurs in approval, dragging his wet fingertip up over my mound, my stomach, and between my breasts. “And eager.”

“Are you going to fuck me, Sir?”

“Mm, not tonight.”

“But tonight?—”

“Is what I paid for, yes. I have other ideas.”

Other ideas? That sounds ominous. Dangerous. Thankfully Dmitri is here, or I might start feeling unsafe. But we’re in the club, everything is monitored from afar, and the guy I’ve always viewed as a protector is right here in the room.

I blink up at Gage. “What ideas do you have?”

“So glad you asked.” He gives me a brittle smile, then jerks his head toward Dmitri. “Suck him off, baby girl, and make yourself come while you do it.”

I look from him to Dmitri and back again. So Dmitri is the extra person in the arrangement. Damn. And Gage wants me to be with Dmitri. “But, Sir…what about you?”

“What about me?” Gage says. “I’m getting whatever I want in here, am I right? And he isn’t left out, which was the fear that had him bidding beyond his means.”

“You don’t know—” Dmitri starts.

“I know enough, Dmitri Montrose. You don’t have the funds to pay for a night with this girl. And I’m intrigued by your dynamic. I want to watch you together.”

“You might have paid for her,” Dmitri says with a scowl, his gray eyes dark with anger, “but you didn’t pay for me.”

“Fine.” Gage waves a hand toward the door. “Leave. But when I find Miss L again for future fun, you won’t be invited. I’ll find someone more inclined to play.”

Future fun? Surely he realizes this is a one-time auction, not a long-term arrangement.

“Make your decision.” Gage moves to stand behind me. He uses his arms to brush the sides of the robe out of the way and cups both my breasts. I can feel the deep vibrations of his chest as he speaks. “She’s ripe and ready, and so wet. Look at this mouth and tell me, honestly, you’ve never thought of these beautiful lips wrapped around your cock.”

“I’ve never thought about that,” Dmitri says, heat in his voice.

“You lie.” Gage sounds disappointed. But he continues cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples.

Sharp pleasure shoots straight to my pussy, and I whimper.

“So needy,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “Have you ever come from nipple stimulation alone?”

“No, Sir,” I say. I try not to squirm. The idea is arousing and embarrassing at the same time. I’m so freaking aroused by the way he talks about my body, like it’s an instrument he can play to find different melodies. It’s a revelation.

“That’s something to experiment with later, I suppose.” He continues abusing my nipples, pinching hard, then soothing them with soft strokes.

My legs clench together involuntarily. I want to touch myself. At this point I don’t care that Dmitri is standing there, I just want to come.

“I notice that you aren’t leaving.” Gage sounds thoughtful.

He’s talking to Dmitri, not to me.

“Fuck you,” Dmitri says, but his voice is rougher than it was before.

I steal another glance at him. His gaze is fastened to my breasts, and his gray eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them.

Gage slides the robe from my shoulders. It falls to my feet.

He whispers in my ear. “Lower to the floor, crawl over to him on your hands and knees. Unfasten his pants, take out his cock, suck him off while you touch yourself. You can’t come until he does. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He swats my ass. “Yes, Sir .”

Sweet pain blooms on my bare ass cheek. I really liked that little spank. “Yes, Sir.”

I drop to the floor and crawl to Dmitri. The end of my belly chain drags on the floor. I cannot believe I’m doing this. It’s humiliating and wrong and I like it so fucking much, it shouldn’t be allowed.

When I reach Dmitri, I look up at his face. He’s breathing hard, his eyes flashing with intensity.

“Can I…” I gesture to his fly.

He glares down at me. “Fuck, Leah…”

It isn’t a yes. I wait on my knees.

At this point, if he leaves the room, I think I’ll cry.

Either he sees my desperation, or he’s as turned on as I am, because he finally nods. “Yes.”

I reach for his pants, my fingers clumsy as I work the buttons.

“Are you sure?” I whisper.

His expression is intense. I see desire warring with reluctance. Something else is there, too. Hope? Need? Finally, there’s resolution in his clenched jaw. “I’m sure if you are.”

I am. I can feel the hardness of him through his jeans, like he’s aching for this as much as I am.

“Hurry up,” Gage says, and I think it’s less about making me rush and more about reminding me that he’s the one behind all of this.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, and finally get Dmitri’s pants open. He’s wearing dark gray boxer briefs, his bulge clearly visible. I slide the fabric down, and there it is. Dmitri’s dick. Right in front of my face.

“Did you forget your instructions?” Gage asks as he moves back to his chair.

“No, Sir.” I don’t say anything else.

I lean forward and put Dmitri’s tip in my mouth.

“Fuck,” Dmitri gasps.

Gage’s position puts him to the side, meaning I can see him from the corner of my eye. He pushes down his pants to free his own dick and stroke himself. If he just wanted to jerk off to the sight of a woman giving head to someone else, why spend fifty thousand dollars? Surely he could find porn that satisfies whatever kink he has.

Except if he were watching porn, he wouldn’t be directing what happens on his phone screen. Here, he can start and stop all of it.

Dmitri tastes salty and manly, and I’m loving the thickness of him against my tongue and cheeks. I take more of him into my mouth. When I look up, he’s staring down at me with an expression of awe on his face. I don’t think either of us ever expected to be in this situation.

Although I’ve fantasized about being with him, a part of me now wonders how we’ll be able to face each other tomorrow or the next day or any of the days after that.

It’s a problem for Future Leah. Because Present Leah is enthusiastically blowing her best friend’s brother and doesn’t have time to worry about these things.

Dmitri thrusts gently into my mouth, as if experimenting with what I can take. I can take more, so I hum around him in approval.

“Don’t forget to touch yourself, baby,” Gage says.

Oh, right. I’m supposed to come at some point. I’m already ridiculously wet because this whole situation just does it for me. In fact, I’m too wet—it’s hard to get enough friction for my clit to register as much sensation as I need.

Still, it feels amazing. I press a finger inside myself, wishing it was Gage’s finger, or Dmitri’s, or one of their cocks. Maybe Gage’s cock, while I suck off Dmitri.

And Dmitri is still thrusting gently, but then he puts his hands on my head, taking more control.

It turns out I really like it when he takes control. I swirl my tongue over his length as much as I possibly can, and moan.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck, Leah, fuck .”

I’m a hot spring of lust, simmering, melting into myself.

He continues grunting in approval. Each sound ramps up my own desire. I had no idea he’d be so vocal and expressive during sex. But how could I? He’s only done these things with me in my darkest, most forbidden fantasies.

My fingertips glide over my clit. I’m getting close. What was the rule again? Is it that I have to come before Dmitri, or I can’t come until after he does? I forget. I don’t want to remember, I want to let my body release as quickly as possible, spurred on by Dmitri’s muttered curses and encouragements.

“I changed my mind, Miss L,” Gage says abruptly. “You are to continue touching yourself, but you are not to come. Understand?”

Ugh, orgasm denial? Really? I whimper around Dmitri’s dick, disappointed. But I’ll be paid handsomely for this, so I slow my stroking fingertips.

I can always get off when I get home. Maybe Mick…nah, he won’t care enough about my pleasure. As soon as we opened the relationship, all of his efforts tapered off to nothing. My orgasm will be a solo operation if it happens at home.

Using my free hand to lightly cup Dmitri’s balls, I swirl my tongue over his crown. I no longer have to worry about who comes when, because I won’t be getting my release. It’s easier to focus on his pleasure now, and if this is the only time I’m going to have him in my mouth, I want it to be amazing. I want this to be a night he will never forget.

I suck harder and faster.