Chapter 4
4
Leah
“Hey!” Fouad grins at me, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Dmitri texted. You can go on back to Gage’s office. He and Gage are waiting for you.”
“Thanks, Fouad.”
He beams, his smile shinier than the gold hoops in his ears.
Cora follows me inside the club, but she stops at the door to wait. I’m glad this isn’t the kind of detail where the guard needs to follow me into every room and hallway. But even so, this is a sex club.
“Do you want to wait outside?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I’m familiar with this place. You’ll be safe in Gage’s office.”
I walk to Gage’s office, putting on mental blinders so I don’t get distracted by the cornucopia of kink happening before my eyes. I didn’t realize Gage was here—I wanted to talk to Dmitri about meeting Claudia, and, I don’t know. I just missed Dmitri.
Getting both guys is great. I’m not disappointed.
But I am nervous.
When I step into the office, Dmitri swoops in for a quick kiss, followed by Gage. Then they move back to look at me.
I feel like I’ve been called to the principal’s office. “Um, hi. What’s up?”
“Leah.” Gage’s voice does that stern register that makes me shiver. “You aren’t wearing clothes appropriate for the club.”
I look down, slightly hurt even though he’s right. “I wasn’t planning on coming here. I went out to dinner with Claudia.”
Gage gives me a sharp look. “She shouldn’t be here—she’s in re?—”
“She got out for a short trip, I guess. She wanted to meet me.”
“Well.” He looks highly disapproving in the way that gives me the best shivers. “I would have introduced you eventually. She didn’t need to go to all this trouble. Unless she specifically wanted to meet you without me.”
I shrug. “There might have been a teensy bit of gossip. Were your ears burning, Daddy?”
“Are you being a brat, little girl?”
“Maybe a touch.” A thrill moves through me because both men are staring at me with identical, stern expressions on their faces. “But are you mad at me for meeting Claudia?”
Gage kisses me again. “No. We’ll talk more about Claudia later—I need to give her a call and make sure she’s taking rehab seriously. Right now, I’m concerned with you. As far as your clothes not being appropriate—that ought to be rectified, don’t you think?”
I give him a questioning look.
Dmitri gives me a mean smile and tugs at the hem of my blouse. “If your clothes don’t work for the situation, you should take them off.”
“Is that a hard and fast rule?” I put on a mock serious face. “Because at Chez Michel, I felt too informal. Would stripping have made it better?”
“You’re on thin ice.” Gage grins. Apparently, me being on thin ice delights the sadist in him.
This is handy, because being on thin ice with Gage and Dmitri makes me wet. I love flirting with the potential for punishment and domination, and they seem to love bringing it to me.
Gage’s dark eyes are heated. “Clothes off. Now.”
I unbutton the blouse I’d worn to the after-school program, revealing a very boring, sensible bra. I take off my shoes, then my pants, to reveal boring, sensible panties.
“Keep going.” Dmitri twirls his finger in the air.
I remove the rest and stand before them, completely naked.
“Gorgeous,” Gage breathes. He steps forward and kisses the edge of my mouth before trailing kisses down to my neck. His fingers run through my hair, gathering the strands so he can angle my head to the side. A soft lick beneath my ear has me trembling. By the time he releases me and steps back, I can barely stand.
“Sit on the edge of the desk and spread your legs.” Dmitri waits while I move a couple of Gage’s things aside to make room for my ass. I hope Gage has some wipes nearby—oh, who the fuck am I kidding, of course he has wipes nearby. This is a sex club.
Dmitri lifts my legs and sets the heel of each foot on the edge of the desk, which spreads me wide open. The men have an unobstructed view of my pussy.
Dmitri steps back so he and Gage are at the same distance, a few feet away. I look back and forth between them. Isn’t one of them going to fuck me?
“Well.” Gage peers at me curiously. “You’re nice and wet. How about you give us a little show, sweetheart?”
“I…okay?” I suck in a deep breath, hoping for courage. I love being on display for them, but it’s disconcerting all the same. “What do you want to see?”
Dmitri’s eyes darken. “Touch that pretty pussy for us.”
Instructions clear. I reach between my legs and run my fingers over my pussy, the soft skin slippery with my building arousal.
“Good.” Gage grips his cock through his pants.
For some reason, that motion gives me more confidence—it shows that my actions are turning him on. I finger myself with more enthusiasm, dipping a finger in and wishing it was more, then traveling my fingertips up to my clit and rubbing.
It feels good. Their attention heightens everything. More. I could come from this, from my own hands, and their eyes on me. But I want more .
“I need—I need a cock, Daddies. Please. Please .”
Gage and Dmitri exchange a look.
Gage shrugs and holds his hand out like, have at her . “Well, she did ask nicely.”
“I suppose she did.” Dmitri has a condom in his pocket, because of course he does. He shoves the front of his pants down and puts it on, stroking over his length as he takes the few steps toward me. “Will this fill you up properly, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I slow my fingering in favor of watching his approach.
“Keep touching yourself.” Gage’s instruction is firm, his voice hard.
I put my fingers back against my clit and rub a slow circle. So good —and it feels better because they’re watching.
Dmitri reaches me and puts his crown against my entrance. I look into his eyes, at the beautiful, terrible gray of storm clouds. He starts pressing inside.
My mouth falls open in a gasp. He swallows it with a kiss.
I can’t live without him. Nor without Gage. I need them both. So, what would it mean to be married to Gage, but not Dmitri?
Dmitri sinks in further.
“Yes!” I grip his shoulder with my free hand and start to wrap my legs around him.
“Keep your position.” His voice is low, his jaw tight with concentration. “Gage can watch better with you spread open like a horny little girl.”
My inner muscles clench.
He grins. “You like those dirty words, don’t you? So filthy for us.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“But just for us. And always for us.” He strokes in and out, moving faster as he speaks. “Say it. You’re filthy for your daddies.”
“I’m filthy only for my daddies.”
“That’s right. That’s why you’re going to come on my dick while your other daddy watches.”
I nod, my tits shaking with his thrusts. He reaches down to squeeze one of my nipples, hard. Pleasure explodes in a bright burst.
Dmitri and I come together, Gage watching, his brown eyes glittering with lust behind his glasses.
And after they clean me up and dress me again, Gage holds me in his lap. Dmitri has to get back to work. But for a long, sweet moment, he stands close with his hand on my shoulder. Both of them whisper words of love.
It’s so perfect—they know exactly what I need. They’re in tune with my body, my mind, my very soul.
In this moment, I can’t remember why I said no to marriage. Because in this moment, I almost believe in forever.
* * *
Gage
Cora drives Leah and me home. She rides up to the penthouse with us and stops outside our door. There, she informs us that Leah will have a different bodyguard tomorrow because it’s her day off.
“And Gage needs someone, too,” Leah says.
Cora raises an eyebrow. “I’ll ask Ryder to find another guard?—”
“It isn’t necessary,” I say.
Leah covers my mouth with her hand. “Add it to his tab or whatever. He needs one. As long as I do, so does he.”
Cora gives me a look.
Leah lets me go so I can say, “Yes. Go ahead. Leah’s right.”
Cora nods. “Consider it done.”
She waits in the hall until we’re safely inside, the door locked behind us.
When we’re alone, I turn to face Leah. “You’re going to pay for that, brat.”
“You’ll have to catch me, first.” She turns around and runs for the bedroom.
She’s pushing my buttons at every opportunity.
I wonder if she’s doing it with another goal in mind. Perhaps she wants to avoid talking about my impromptu proposal last night. If we’re constantly in the throes of intercourse, a serious conversation will be difficult to have.
Unfortunately for her, I’m up to the challenge.
I don’t hurry as I follow her to the bedroom. That would be too easy for her, too comfortable. Instead I take my time, removing my jacket, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt, ambling to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.
I bring the water to the living room. I leave the lights off, allowing the city beyond the giant picture windows to softly illuminate my surroundings.
Movement catches the corner of my eye—Leah’s peering around the wall leading to the hallway.
“Hiding from me, little girl?”
“Maybe.” She draws out the word, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Come here, brat.”
Defiance and desire war on her features, but after a long three seconds of deliberation, she makes her way toward me. She’s changed into soft pajama shorts and one of my T-shirts.
“You’re hiding so we don’t talk about how you just singlehandedly went against my decision to not have a bodyguard.”
Her lips remain stubbornly closed.
“The thing is, you’re right.”
“I know I am.”
“Oh, keep being a brat.” I offer her a tight smile, knowing it promises sex.
Her eyes widen. “I mean—I’m glad you came to your senses. Because you should definitely have a security detail.”
“I’m glad you pushed for it. And aren’t you glad we talked?”
“Um…sort of?”
“ Sort of is good enough, I suppose.” I set down my water and reach for one of the sofa’s throw pillows.
“Pillow fight?” Leah asks with a grin.
I toss the pillow on the floor in front of me. “On your knees, baby. You and Daddy Dmitri got yours together at the club. Now I need some relief.”
Her smile expands, until those beautiful blue eyes of hers take in our surroundings. “You want to do this out—out here?”
It’s a fair question. I’ve never allowed things to go far anywhere except my bedroom, with the curtains firmly shut. The living room is wide open in comparison. It may as well be a stage.
But I’m ready to push myself again. One reassuring element is that I’m facing away from the windows. It shouldn’t matter, but it helps. If worst comes to worst, we move our scene into the bedroom. We can stop at any time, I remind myself. Safe words work both ways.
“Right here.” I point at the cushion.
She lowers to her knees in front of me and looks up, waiting for my next instruction.
I run my fingertips over her face, tracing her eyebrows, her cheekbones, her lips. “Beautiful girl. Take out Daddy’s cock and give it some special attention with your pretty mouth.”
She unbuckles my belt, then works at the button and fly. My cock is hard, expectant. I can’t wait to feel the liquid velvet of her mouth.
Finally, she gets me free of my pants and boxer briefs. Her soft fingers wrap around the base and she leans forward, presses a kiss to the tip.
“Leah.” Her name comes out on a groan. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want. Your sweet, sweet mouth.”
She gives me more soft licks, her eyes on my face the whole while. She’s impossibly beautiful like this. Tenderness washes through me along with potent arousal.
Lick by lick, she takes me further. When she puts her mouth over my length, I nearly topple over. I grab her ponytail and wrap the strands over my hand. Still, I exercise restraint; I don’t push her head. I asked her for this and I don’t want to hurt her.
She reaches back with her free hand, touches mine in her hair, and pushes forward.
“You want it rough?” I ask.
She makes an mm-hmm sound on my cock.
“All right, baby girl. I’ll give it to you harder. Smack my leg if it’s too much. Practice hitting my leg now.”
She hits my thigh, a smile in her eyes.
“Good.” I tighten my grip on her hair and bring her forward so she has no choice but to open her throat and let more of me in.
Tears spring to her eyes, shining in the reflection of lights from beyond the window. The sadist in me rejoices. So I pull her forward again. And again.
“Put your hand in your panties. Get yourself off. And while you do it, think about how good it would be if you were my wife.”
She looks up at me in confusion. I’m not going to push her. At least not too much. But I also won’t pretend I didn’t propose.
Yes, it was impulsive. No, I don’t regret it. I would never take it back. Marrying Leah is the most natural, most logical thing I could do. I want her, forever. And until she gives me her forever, I’m going to keep giving her mine.
“Think about wearing my ring on your finger, my collar around your neck. Think about how you’d belong to me, and I would belong to you. Think about how good forever would be, sweetheart.”
She can’t answer me while she’s sucking on my cock. I did this on purpose. She doesn’t want to talk about it, fine. But I won’t let her forget.