Chapter 4

4

Leah

D mitri comes with a bellow. His tangy release shoots over my tongue. I gulp it down, holding him in my mouth until he pulls out.

He stares down at me for a long moment.

All I can do is stare back.

What have we done? Will our friendship be changed forever?

“Over here, baby girl,” Gage says, patting his lap.

I sway when I stand up. Dmitri helps steady me. He looks like I feel—like the earth tilted sideways and we don’t know which way is up.

Also, I think I’m going to die if I don’t come soon.

I make my shaky way over to Gage.

“Right here on my lap,” Gage says.

Hesitating, I look down at his pristine black trousers. At some point, he put his cock back and fastened his pants again. He wants me to sit on his lap, like this?

“I’m wet, Sir.”

“Yes, and you’re going to spread your juices all over my pants.”

“I—I am?” It sounds gross. He can’t really want that.

He nods. “That’s how you’re going to come, sweetheart.”

Oh, well, if it involves an orgasm for me, I definitely want to take it.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask.

With a tsk, he says, “You did great tonight, baby girl, but you haven’t earned my cock yet.”

Well, he seems to think quite highly of himself.

Whatever. I can get off by humping his leg, fine.

I settle myself onto his lap before realizing I’ll have a better angle for my clit if I straddle only one of his legs. He grins as I readjust. I brace myself with my hands on his shoulders before giving an experimental slide back and forth. The movement causes me to shudder. The friction of his pants fabric is perfect.

“Dmitri, I want you right here at my shoulder so you can watch,” Gage says.

An inscrutable expression crosses Dmitri’s face as he gets into position. Now I’m facing both of them.

“All right, Miss L,” Gage says with a smirk, “go ahead and come. Take your pleasure.”

I rock forward again, making sure my clit drags against him. Yes . Heat travels through my body and centers at my core. I tighten my muscles and rock again. I’m embarrassed to be using his leg like this.

I think that’s exactly what he enjoys—my embarrassment.

His pants are getting soaked with my arousal. My face is hot and I don’t want to meet his eyes, or Dmitri’s.

“Look at us, baby girl,” Gage says. “We want to see how eager you are, how desperate.”

I glance from him to Dmitri, and I’m shocked at how interested Dmitri seems to be as he watches me. Does this sort of thing turn him on, too? The thought of pleasing Dmitri, the thought of arousing them both—well, that makes my embarrassment worth it. So I move faster, my hips rocking back and forth, humping Gage’s leg in earnest.

Gage rubs my lips with his fingers until I part them, and then he puts his fingers inside my mouth. I suck greedily, like I did with Dmitri’s cock. Gage’s dark eyes flash behind his glasses. He likes this. When I peer down, I can see the hard outline of his cock. I don’t know why he isn’t fucking me right now. Maybe he’ll do more after I finish?

I hope he will.

“You’re thinking too much,” Dmitri says in a raspy voice.

His cock is hard—I can see the outline through his jeans. He wants me again.

I want him, too. Him and Gage.

Future Leah is going to have a lot of messed-up thoughts to work through.

Present Leah just wants to get off.

“You’re right, she is thinking too much,” Gage says. “We should help her out a little more.”

That’s the only encouragement Dmitri needs. He reaches out and cups one of my breasts. Gage takes the other. The two of them fondle me, tugging on my nipples, their hands firm and rough.

I don’t have much longer. Their pinches and tugs on my nipples are driving me insane, the sharp aches translating directly into pleasure and centering at my clit.

I can’t stop moving, rocking back and forth against Gage’s strong thigh.

His fingers are still in my mouth. I suck him as I rock, wishing I had fingers—or a cock—inside me. Instead, I’m taking what pleasure I can get, absolutely wrecked by my need, my all- encompassing desire, Gage’s and Dmitri’s presence swallowing me whole.

Every motion of my hips, every drag of my clit over Gage’s leg pulls me higher and higher. I’m so fucking close. My legs are about to give out, my muscles are completely done, finished, unable to continue.

“Now,” Gage says. “Come for us.”

Us . Both him and Dmitri.

And fuck, I can’t help but obey. Pleasure shatters me, turning me inside out in bliss. I cry out around Gage’s fingers, my sounds of ecstasy muffled. Aftershocks ripple through me and I jerk back and forth in his lap several more times. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t help it.

He takes his fingers out of my mouth and uses that hand to hold my hip in place. Dmitri lets go of one breast, Gage lets go of the other.

I feel…empty. Satisfied and energized at the same time, but sad that they’ve let me go.

“Aftercare,” Gage murmurs, tugging me toward him.

“Nah, I’m good.” I pull away and stand.

Dmitri steps away and returns a moment later with a fistful of tissues. I start using one on Gage’s pants, but he stops me.

“Sir, there’s a mess—” I say.

“We’re done with our scene now, Miss L,” Gage says. “You can stop calling me Sir .”

I blink. “You’re not—what about—” Stupidly, I gesture toward his crotch. “And the mess I made.”

“This is all the satisfaction I require for this evening,” he says. “I don’t mind the mess. I like it.”

The man’s paying fifty thousand dollars, ruining a pair of expensive pants in the process, and he doesn’t even want to shoot his load? Damn. I guess I don’t understand rich people, because this sounds bananas.

He chuckles at the look on my face. “I have my reasons. Sit down, please. Aftercare is non-negotiable. It’s necessary for both bottoms and tops to varying degrees, and I require it. Dmitri, what are you doing? Surely you’ve heard of aftercare.”

Standing awkwardly to the side and holding the robe I had on earlier, Dmitri looks angry. “It’s just—I don’t fucking know if she wants me to touch her.”

My heart pangs sharply with sorrow for him.

“You can touch me,” I whisper.

Dmitri comes forward, the robe in his hands. He wraps it around my shoulders and sits on the other side of me from Gage. I tuck the ends of the robe between my thighs, hiding more of myself. The long strand of the belly chain sparkles, reminding me that I’m still wearing the collar. I reach up to remove it.

“Keep it,” Gage says. “The collar and the belly chain are yours now.”

I’ll have to hide them from Mick or he’ll ask questions, but I’m pleased. The jewelry will be my souvenir from tonight. Otherwise, I think I’ll be questioning if any of this ever happened.

Even with these two men on either side of me, I’m not altogether certain this is real.

Dmitri rubs my back. I close my eyes, trying to imagine the words he isn’t saying. Is he reassuring me that everything can remain the same between us? I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that he’s never going to think of me in the same way. I know I won’t be thinking of him the same way—mostly because many of my fantasies came to life in this room tonight.

“I have to go, Leah,” Dmitri says after my heart rate has slowed to normal. “I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.”

“We won’t tell Danica, right?” I ask.

“Of course not. Who I’m with is none of her business.”

But who I’m with has always been Danica’s business. She’s my best friend. I tell her everything.

I’m so fucking lost. And the one person I’d talk to…I can’t say a thing.

I watch in silence as Dmitri walks to the door and leaves the room.

Now I’m alone for the first time with Gage.

“Did you enjoy this?” I ask him.

“Very much,” he says.

I’m so perplexed. “You didn’t finish.”

“That’s not the most important part to me.”

I don’t get it, and I probably never will.

“If we’re all done here, I guess I’ll head out,” I say. “Unless you need more aftercare.”

He smiles, those brown eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “I’m satisfied. I’ll walk you back to the other room. I’d like to see you get dressed.”

“You want to watch me put my clothes on ?” I ask incredulously.

“It seems a small request after everything.”

He’s not wrong, I guess. We trail through the narrow hallway to the small room where I got ready for the auction. My clothes are in the same pile they were in before, minus the panties. I don’t know where those ended up. I don’t want to know, if I’m honest.

Gage leans against the doorway while I put my clothes on.

“The collar looks good on you,” he says.

“Thanks.”

Finally, I’m dressed. I take the hair tie out of my hair and redo my ponytail, hoping that it’s not so messy as to arouse Mick’s suspicions. Just because he opened the relationship doesn’t mean I want to rub tonight in his face.

“Well, goodbye, I guess.” I shrug on my coat. “Thanks for…buying me.”

Amusement flickers across his features. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. “What a good girl you are.”

I take the card from him. The only thing printed on it is a phone number in silver foil, nothing else.

“You want me to call you?” I ask.

Shrugging one shoulder, he says, “It’s up to you, Miss L.”

He must know my name is Leah, because Dmitri said it several times. But he’s continuing the club policy of first initial only for the people who are auctioned off. I wonder if it gives him more of a sense of ownership, or what. He seems to get off on the ownership.

I don’t respond. I can’t imagine calling him later. Like, what would I even say to this man?

He walks me to the club exit. The hallway seems smaller with him in it, blocking out the faint overhead lights.

“It’s so dark back here,” I say.

“It’s designed that way.”

I beat him to the door and open it for myself. The world beyond is bright lights, the sounds of traffic and shouts of late-night partiers in San Esteban. This February night is chilly enough for a coat, although San Esteban usually doesn’t require anything heavier than a hoodie.

Instead of following me outside, Gage remains in the doorway and tugs my wrist so I stand next to him.

“Baby girl,” he leans down to whisper in my ear, “if you want more of the darkness, call me.”

The door shuts and the warmth from the club dissipates. I shiver in the parking lot. Part of my shivering is from the crisp temperature. Part of it is because I’m wondering what the fuck I got myself into.

Nothing. I got myself into nothing. I have a boyfriend. And open relationship or not, that experience with Gage and Dmitri was far, far too intense to continue.

I’ll go home, and everything will be the same as it ever was.

Right. Totally happening.