Chapter 13

13

Dmitri

A moment ago, Gage looked almost sympathetic.

Now he looks murderous.

I take a step back. “What?”

“Leave,” he says. “Now.”

I don’t understand. I was already on my way out when he told me to stay. Then he looked at his phone. And now he seems two seconds away from throttling me.

“Gage?” Leah sounds as confused as I am. She fiddles with the fabric of her black robe, nervous.

He moves toward her and wraps an arm around her shoulders. He holds out his phone for her to see. “Ironwood got back to us with the information we requested.”

Silently, she reads the phone. Fear flashes across her face. She tugs her robe more tightly closed. “I think you should leave, Dmitri.”

“Why? What the fuck is going on?” I’m ready to leave anyway, but I don’t like the sinister turn of the evening.

Neither of them answers me.

“Actually, fuck it. If you want to play games, go ahead. I’m out.” I move toward the door. Whatever the hell this is, they can work it out on their own.

“Wait,” Leah says. “It might not be Dmitri.”

I pause and take a deep breath, trying to be patient. “ What might not be me?”

It isn’t a question, but a demand. Something bad is going on, and I’m in the dark. What’s worse, it sounds like it concerns me.

Gage says, “Someone hid a Tagger on Leah’s car. They were tracking her movements. And your name came up as a possibility.”

“The fuck? A Tagger on Leah’s car? That’s unhinged.” I turn to look at Leah. “You think I would do something like that to you?”

“Well, no, but your name…” She trails off. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t do it. I know you better than that.”

Gage shakes his head. “Leah can’t be blamed for the thought, and neither can I. The fact remains that your number is on this list.”

I yank my phone from my pocket, unlock it, and thrust it into Gage’s hand. “Look through my apps. There’s nothing. I don’t have anything to do with this. I’m not a fucking stalker. I’ve never even bought a Tagger.”

“You must have, if they’ve got your number.” Gage frowns. “Ironwood combed through Tagger’s records. They searched for the phone numbers associated with the partial serial number on the tracker.”

“Well, I haven’t bought one. Check whatever the fuck you need to check on my phone for proof.” They won’t find anything worse than porn.

Gage swipes through my phone. He’s looking for apps, I guess. I don’t care. After a tense, quiet minute, he hands it back. “It’s clear.”

I jam my phone into my pocket. “I know it’s fucking clear.”

“I’m sorry, Dmitri.” Leah gives me an apologetic look. “It’s one of the other names, I guess. I’ll look more closely and see if any of them is familiar.”

The three of us huddle around Gage’s phone. None of the names ring a bell for me. By the looks of Gage and Leah, it seems to be the same for them.

“I’ll ask Ironwood to follow up on the names and numbers,” Gage says before tucking away his phone. “Dmitri, are you certain you’ve never purchased a Tagger before?”

“Very fucking sure. Never had reason to.”

Gage nods with an air of finality. “Understood. I believe you. I apologize for thinking the worst. But with the evidence in front of me?—”

“I understand.” It’s the truth. I would’ve thought the same, in his shoes.

“You still seem angry.”

I shrug and once again make my way to the door. “I’m not angry. Just wondering what the fuck I’m still doing here. Make sure Betty charges you and not me for the auction.”

My fingers brush the door handle when Gage says, “We could have some fun if you stay.”

Leah gasps in surprise, but she doesn’t object.

I don’t know what to think. A part of me—a rather hard, long part of me—is aching for the chance. But if it’s another fucking game, do I want to risk it?

Gage gets behind Leah. It’s a repeat of the last time all three of us were together in a private room. He slowly spreads apart her robe.

Just like the first time I got to see Leah’s naked body, a single word enters my brain: gorgeous.

I want to touch every part of her and have every part of her touch me.

I pause. This is more than I dared hope for. When he asked me to bid, I wanted it. Of course I did. How could I not? I crave Leah like a starving man craves a meal.

I should go. I should get the fuck out of here and away from Gage’s games.

“Dmitri.” Leah steps forward. Gage keeps hold of her robe and she lets it slide from her shoulders so she’s completely naked. “Please. Stay.”

I’m less worried about Gage’s games now. I’m thinking more about the games I want to play.

“I should spank your ass for thinking the worst of me.” I keep my voice casual. Bored, almost.

“You want to punish my little girl?” Gage’s voice is amused. “I haven’t given her a proper spanking yet.”

“Little girl?” I ask.

“Gage…” Leah blushes.

“He should know you’re my little girl and I’m your daddy. I’m a proud daddy. Aren’t you proud to be my little girl?”

“Yes,” she says.

Gage deepens his voice. “Yes, what?”

Her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of pink. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck, I’m hard. Leah as a little girl. Hottest idea ever. I picture her in a sweet little sundress, lollipop in her mouth, her hair in pigtails. All a woman’s sexiness in a girly fit. Then I imagine bending her over and spanking her ass and pussy, reminding her who her daddy is.

Gage is her daddy, though. Not me.

He seems to see where my mind is going. “There are no rules about how many daddies a little girl can have.”

My heart leaps. My cock gets even harder, already on board with this.

Eyeing Leah, I ask, “Gage hasn’t spanked you for being naughty?”

“No, Sir.” She bites her lip and looks at me through her eyelashes.

I want to hear her call me Daddy , but I haven’t earned it yet. I haven’t taken care of her in the right way. Punish. Pleasure.

“Is your safe word still red ?” As I speak, I make my way to the low bench in front of the curtained picture window.

“Yes, Sir.”

I sit on the bench and say, “Come over here and take your spanking like a good girl. I want to hear you cry for your daddy.”

I don’t say which daddy. I’m not claiming the honorific yet.

“Go on.” Gage swats her ass.

She yelps and hurries toward me, her breasts swaying. Goddamn, she’s beautiful.

When she reaches me, I take her hand. I kiss each of her fingertips, following the last kiss with a bite at the tip of her pinky.

“Dmitri…” Her voice is low, full of desire, but also uncertainty. Her eyes are pools of concern, shadowed by lust.

“What is it, baby?”

“Are we making a mistake?” she whispers.

“If we are, I’d make it again and again.” I can’t resist her. Ever since that first auction, I’ve wanted her. Hell, before that. But every time, I told myself no. No. No.

Gage’s manipulation allowed me to finally say yes.

“Over my lap.” I pat my knees.

She clumsily gets into place. I have to steady her so she doesn’t lose her balance and do a somersault. I widen my knees to give more space for her to stretch across me.

“This is so embarrassing.” Her voice is a faint mumble.

I like that she’s embarrassed. It turns me on even more. In real life, I always want Leah’s comfort and safety. But in a scene? I get off on her hesitation, her awkward uncertainty. Maybe I have a light degradation kink. It’s an idea worth exploring.

Giving her ass a gentle smack, I don’t have to wait long for her reaction. She jerks forward a little bit. Good thing I have a hand braced on her upper back. I widen my knees a little more. Another time, I’ll drape her over my legs so she’s bent in half. Right now, I want to see more of her.

I give her a few more slaps, warming her up, bringing the blood to the skin and getting her used to the idea.

“What would your friends say if they knew you were getting your ass spanked?” I ask. “What would they think about you having a daddy who’s almost twice your age, hmm?”

“Oh my god.” She groans. “Dmitri…”

Her embarrassment makes my cock harder. I spank her again and again, then pause to ask, “Isn’t your five-year high school reunion coming up? Maybe we should put on a show. Get you bare-assed and spanked in front of everyone.”

I know the talk of humiliating her is turning me on. Is it working for her?

Another spank. Leah wriggles, and I smooth my hand over her bright pink skin. I delve a finger between her legs, searching for the sweet heat of her pussy.

So fucking wet. The talk of public humiliation is turning her on. And I already know she’s a little exhibitionist.

Gage strides over, grabs her ankles, and spreads her legs apart for me. It gives me better access. It also gives him a better view. His gaze is intent, locked at the point where I’m touching her.

Leah moans in protest as I slide my hand away.

“Gage is watching me spank you.” I lean forward and lower my voice. “He can see everything between your legs. Including just how fucking wet you are, you bad little girl.”

I spank her again to emphasize my point, then I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She’s so wet, there’s no resistance.

“You’re gushing,” I say. “My hand’s all wet. It’s gonna sting more when I spank you again.”

“Noooo.” She tries to move away, but Gage keeps her firmly in place.

I do as I threatened, and give her a good couple of swats. She moans and whimpers beautifully. I should’ve guessed Leah would be a perfect sub. I think a secret, subconscious part of me always knew.

After smoothing my palm over her heated skin again, I decide she’s had enough punishment. I run my fingers over her pussy lips again, loving how wet and soft she is. Slippery like satin. I slide two fingers inside. She squeezes reflexively around me. Fuck. If only my fingers were my cock instead.

“You’re paying for this night.” I level my gaze at Gage. “What do you want to see?”

He smirks. “Everything.”

Yeah, I can fucking do everything . Maybe he has some kind of cuck fantasy. I don’t care if it means I get to be with Leah.

I stand, bringing Leah up with me. “I’m going to fuck you, baby. And he’s going to watch like the pervert he is, getting off on the show.”

She holds tightly to my arms. “Yes. Please, yes.”

Gage hands me a condom. I take off my shirt, kick off my shoes and socks, shove down my jeans and underwear, put on the rubber.

“You ready, baby?” I ask.

Leah nods, her eyes on my dick.

“Up you go.” I lift her. She wraps her legs around me. She’s so wet, there’s barely any resistance as I slide in. Just the hot, snug fit of her surrounding me.

“Dmitri,” she gasps.

Her sweet scent envelops me. I stare into those beautiful, bright blue eyes. The little bits of amber are overtaken by her lust-dilated pupils. I can’t help but kiss her parted lips.

Fuck, I’m going to blow in five pumps if I’m not careful.

I slow down my movements.

Leah tightens her legs and tries to make me go faster.

“No.” My voice is raspy with need. “Want to savor it. Savor you.”

As I thrust into her, Gage moves closer. He holds a small bottle of lube, and uncaps it.

“We’re good right now, thanks,” I say.

“It isn’t for her cunt.” He drizzles some lube over his fingers. “It’s for her ass.”

“What?” Leah turns her head to look at him, like she hopes she heard him wrong.

I laugh. I love the horror on her face, like he suggested she streak naked down Caro Boulevard or blow an entire football team.

“I believe you’ll enjoy it, baby girl.” Gage gets behind her and kisses her shoulder. “And if you don’t, you have a safe word.”

She gasps and I see his arm moving. He’s touching her there while I fuck her.

Extra pressure against my dick, and Leah moans in a sort of pained pleasure that makes me even harder. Goddamn, I love the sounds she makes.

“Good girl.” Gage kisses her shoulder again. “Good girl, you can take my fingers. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t—I don’t know.” Her breath comes in pants.

“You do know, but you don’t want to admit it because it’s so dirty and you want to be a good girl.” I get an idea. “Time to switch positions.”

Still holding Leah in my arms, I back up to the bench and sit. Gage has to pull out of her ass.

Leah’s forehead wrinkles in consternation. “It feels so wrong.”

“You’re doing great.” I kiss her again, tugging her lower lip between my teeth. “Lie down against me.”

She has to move her legs so I can lie back, and then she’s on top of me. I thrust into her a few times, getting her comfortable. Then I stop, ignoring my body’s demand to chase the orgasm I need so fucking bad, it hurts.

I meet Gage’s eyes and nod. To Leah, I say, “Gage is going to finger your little asshole again. But neither of us is going to move. If you want to come, you’re the one who has to move. Understand?”

She shakes her head, whispers, “Yes.”

“Is that a no or a yes, baby girl?” Gage slides a hand down her back to rest it on her ass cheek.

“It’s a yes.” She squeezes her eyes shut.

I can feel the increased tightness as he forces his way inside. Leah squirms, goes still, squirms again.

“Shhh, you’re doing so good.” I give her a little thrust as a reward, making sure to angle myself with the best chance of hitting her clit.

“Yes.” She lifts up slightly. “More.”

“You’re in charge.” I keep myself still. “You want to come? Move how you want. Take what you need.”

“But it feels so weird.”

I reach between us and cup one of her breasts, pinching the nipple between my knuckles.

Leah bucks in response, then moans. Her cheeks are pink. “Please, please-please-please.”

“Keep going, baby girl.” Gage’s rough voice causes her pussy to clamp down harder on me. “You get to decide when you come. All you have to do is move.”

She slides forward a couple of inches before easing back. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure. I tighten my grasp on her nipple and use my other hand to grab the other. She’s so beautiful like this, her hair messy, her skin flushed.

With every rocking motion of her hips, she gets more and more into it. There’s nothing sexier than seeing this girl take her pleasure from us.

“I’m going to come,” she gasps.

“Yeah?” It’s taking a lot of fucking effort to keep myself from thrusting. The way she’s moving her hips, sliding that sweet cunt back and forth on my dick, is driving me to insanity.

“Yeah.” She slides down, taking me all the way.

“Fuck,” I say. “Come on my cock, baby. Come on Gage’s fingers.”

She cries out, her pleasure echoing in the room.

I can’t hold still any longer, and I start pumping my hips.

“Yes! Dmitri, Gage—oh, fuck. Yes!” Leah’s pussy clamps down harder as she comes.

I can fucking feel Gage’s fingers in her, stuffing her ass full while I thrust. Everything is tight and wet and hot. An orgasm gathers at the base of my spine and explodes outward. Raw, rabid energy. I feel it in my cock, my balls, my heart—my fucking soul. My entire body goes rigid and I clasp Leah close.

“Gorgeous, fucking perfect,” I murmur. I want to stay like this forever.

I’m still inside her when Gage pulls his fingers out. He retrieves wipes, cleans himself. I help lift Leah and we both clean her up. Gage and I sit side by side, Leah curled against us. She sits on Gage’s lap but her legs stretch over my thighs. If I could only hold onto this piece of her, any piece of her, forever, I’d die happy.

We don’t know what this means for us. We don’t know how to tell Danica. We don’t know who put the Tagger on her car.

But for this moment, the three of us in this quiet room, none of that shit matters.

It’s just us.

We’ll figure out the rest later.