Chapter 6
6
Gage
Leah’s cheeks are pink, her eyes bright, when she and Dmitri walk in. I meet them in the entryway. There, I hold my arms out for a hug. Leah glides toward me with a dreamy smile.
I hold her tight, breathing in her sweetness. “Were you and Dmitri doing naughty things in the elevator?”
She squeezes me tighter. “Mmm, maybe one or two naughty things. But it was Dmitri doing them, not me.”
“Really?” I hold her at arm’s length to look her over. The collar of her shirt is lopsided, as if someone stretched it down. I hook the fabric with my finger and lower it. A bright red hickey blooms just above her bra cup.
Leah looks down and sees the mark. “Oops.”
Moving the collar to the side, I examine her other breast. No such mark. “Little girl, you’re asymmetrical. I’ll remedy this.”
I lean down and press my lips to her chest. She moans as I suckle at her flesh, pulling hard against the skin. Her fingers run through my hair until I let her go to admire my work.
I press my thumb against the hickey. “Now you wear both our marks.”
Dmitri has been quiet, watchful, but now he says, “I made our girl some promises. Leah, do you want to share with Gage what I told you in the garage?”
Leah’s blush darkens. “Um, no, that’s okay.”
I bet it’s nice and dirty, whatever he promised her.
“Leah.” He narrows his eyes. “Tell Gage what I promised you.”
She leans against me, like I’ll protect her from Dmitri’s wrath.
“You better tell me, sweetheart.” I kiss the top of her head. “We don’t like being disobeyed.”
“Well…he told me that I would come on two cocks tonight.”
“Did he?” My cock gives a pulse of interest. “Two cocks. His and mine. I suppose one of us will have to take your ass.”
Leah gives me a fake frown. “What hardship. Who will draw the short straw?”
“We’ll have to wait and see.” I give her ass a light swat. “Before we begin, I wanted to show you my test results.”
She waits while I pull up my health app and point out the results—no infections.
Nodding, she takes out her own phone. “I was tested regularly when I was with Mick, because he was sleeping with other women. Then I tested again, after we broke up. All clear.”
“Same here.” Dmitri shows us his results, as well. “Birth control?”
Leah navigates to another part of the app to show us. “IUD.”
It isn’t the sexiest conversation, but none of us would be able to relax and go skin-to-skin without it. The mirror in the entryway reflects the three of us, standing here, negotiating the terms of our relationship—the next step in sexual intimacy.
“So…we can skip the condoms?” Dmitri’s voice is cautious. “Are we all cool with that?”
Am I ready for this? It took me so long to be ready for sex again, and now we’re peeling back another layer of protection. I spent years shoring up barriers, defenses. I spent years hiding myself away. Yet here we are, making ourselves more vulnerable.
“I trust both of you.” I feel taller, stronger with the rightness of this feeling.
Leah nods. “I trust you both, too.”
She doesn’t trust that we’ll love her forever, but she trusts we won’t hurt her. That’s a start.
I take her hand, link my fingers with hers. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Dmitri charges ahead. “Lights off?”
“Not entirely.” I don’t want this night to be hidden; I want to see.
I also don’t want to trigger myself by feeling like I’m on set.
I let go of Leah’s hand so I can turn on the low nightlight behind the bed, then I switch off the regular lamp.
It’s still dark, but our eyes will adjust. I wait for Dmitri to protest, but he doesn’t. I wonder if Leah has said anything to him about my hang-ups and eccentricities. But that isn’t something she would do. Rather, I think Dmitri’s acceptance is rooted in his experience at the club. It’s made him more accepting. He’ll go along with something as long as it’s safe, sane, and consensual, and matches with his own inclinations or at least doesn’t actively work against them.
No more thoughts of the darkness. I’m going to focus on the light.
I turn to Leah and cup her cheek. “I’m going to undress you. Then we’re going to worship your body. Then we’re going to fuck you. Any questions, little girl?”
She shakes her head. “No, Daddy. No questions.”
I’m already attacking her shirt, lifting up the hem. She raises her arms so I can pull it over her head. Her breasts are covered by peach-colored lace, her nipples barely visible.
I run my fingers over the lacy edge. “I like this bra.”
She grins. “I should hope so. You threw it on the pile when we went dress shopping.”
“Did I?” I press a kiss to the dark red mark I left on her breast.
Dmitri has taken off his shirt. He tosses it to a chair and comes to stand in front of Leah, where he kisses the mark he left on her other breast.
“Ours.” He tugs at the waistband of her pants. “You’re ours, Leah. And in case you couldn’t tell, we belong to you.”
Soon he has her shoes, socks, and pants off. She stands before us in her bra and matching panties. Dmitri pulls her in for a deep kiss. The longing on his face, even when he’s touching her, fills the sadist in me with glee. His love for her is like my love for her—so strong it hurts, so strong it fills us to bursting.
I stroke her skin, move behind her. I slide her underwear down, then remove her bra. Cupping her breasts, I roll those pretty nipples between my fingertips. It reminds me of our first night at the auction, how I stood behind her and presented her for Dmitri’s conflicted gaze. He’d been so tortured by the whole thing. The recollection makes me smile.
He pulls out of their kiss. Leah’s heartbeat thrums fast beneath my hands.
“All-fours on the bed, baby girl.” Dmitri’s voice is low and raspy. He points at the middle of the bed.
Leah blinks at him. “This bed, here?”
He arches one eyebrow. “We could delay your orgasms for spankings instead.”
“Nope.” Leah hurries onto the mattress and gets on her hands and knees.
It’s nice we’ve found something to motivate her. I love her bratty nature, but sometimes I want her to obey. No questions, no sass.
Dmitri and I stand gazing at her for a long moment.
“She’s pretty like this, isn’t she?” I remove my shirt.
He nods, unable to take his eyes away from her. “She’s always pretty.”
Leah gazes right back at us. “Are we just going to stare at each other, or…?”
“It would be pretty funny to make her stay like that all night.” Dmitri’s voice holds a casual edge.
Leah rapidly shakes her head, contrite. “I’m sorry. I can be patient.”
“You really can’t,” I tell her, giving her ass a little pat. I grab lube from the nightstand and set it out so it’ll be within easy reach.
Leah gives the bottle a dubious look.
“Don’t be afraid of this.” I touch the cap. “This is your new best friend, sweetheart. Dmitri, any preferences on positions?”
“I’ve never fucked an anal virgin. Have you?”
I nod shortly. “I’ll do it, then.”
“That’s probably best.” He walks to the edge of the bed and puts his hand on Leah’s cheek. “You get to sit on my cock, baby. And it’ll feel extra good with Gage stuffed in your tight little ass.”
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Leah
Dmitri and Gage get completely naked. Seeing both of them like this is a fantasy come to life. Dmitri’s large, bulky and muscular form, Gage’s lean strength. Their cocks hard, ready for me. I’m simultaneously aroused and scared, because I know where one of those cocks is going, and I don’t think there’s room for it.
Dmitri sits on the bed, his back against the pillows. He pats his thighs. “Right up here, baby.”
I take my time crawling up his body, stopping to lick up the length of his cock. He groans and grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in place. I smile up at him and lick and suck, loving the effect I have on him.
Gage kneels behind me. He strokes my ass, spreads me open. I want to bury my face in embarrassment, but that’s impossible with my mouth full of Dmitri’s dick.
Gage makes a satisfied hum. “You’re made for me, sweetheart.”
Something wet and cool dribbles over my crack. Gage slides his fingers through it, slippery velvet against my skin.
I moan around Dmitri’s length.
“I knew you’d like the lube.” Gage strokes my crack.
Dmitri’s fist tightens, tugging my head away. He grabs the base of his cock with his other hand. “You better stop, baby girl. I want to come in your pussy while Gage is fucking your ass. Climb up here on my dick.”
While I love the idea of testing his limits, I can do that some other time. I move forward, extra conscious of my slippery butt cheeks and Gage following behind, not breaking contact with me as I move. It’s Gage’s hands that guide me over Dmitri’s cock, Gage’s gentle pressure pushing me down.
Skin to skin, I sink down on Dmitri. He fills me completely, my body stretching to accommodate him. How can it feel this good every single time?
His eyes locked on mine, he whispers, “Fuck. You feel amazing. Does it feel as good to you?”
I nod wordlessly. It’s incredible. Bracing my hands on his broad shoulders, I start to lift back up again.
“Wait.” He holds my hips in place, not allowing me to move. “I’ll come in six seconds if you start bouncing up and down. Hold on, let me catch my breath.”
It’s excruciating, being stuffed with him and unable to chase the friction my body needs.
Especially when he says, “Don’t move,” and lets go of my hips so he can fondle my breasts. He tweaks the nipples, then strokes his hands lovingly over the hickeys they gave me.
Gage presses a finger against my asshole, then adds more lube and does it again.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby.” Dmitri cups my cheek, runs his thumb over my lower lip. “We’re going to take good care of you. Gage knows what he’s doing.”
I make another sound of protest when Gage’s finger breaches me, but I’ve done this before. I’ve had that plug in there. I know I can handle this. A part of me wants him to just get on with it—enough with the stretching—because the anticipation is the worst part.
Gage strokes in and out with his finger. Just as I’m getting used to it, he adds a second.
“Fuck, I can feel that.” Dmitri puts a hand on the back of my neck and yanks me toward him to steal a kiss. “Gonna feel good for us both. Don’t be scared, baby. I promise, we’ll be gentle, we’ll make it feel good.”
They’re both being so accommodating. Not that I expected any differently, but experiencing it is extra special. Dmitri’s praise and reassurance has me floating. He doesn’t see how tender he is, but I see it, and I love him for it.
Gage’s fingers are thick and firm as he stretches me. “You’re ready.”
“Am I, though?” Doubt colors the words.
“You are.” He pulls his fingers free and uses a baby wipe. More lube drips over my ass.
When I look over my shoulder, I see him pouring lube onto his cock, sliding his hand up and down while his dark eyes rove over Dmitri and me. He’s kept his glasses on, and for some reason that detail makes my heart clench. He doesn’t want to miss any of this—he put on the nightlight, he’s wearing his glasses.
I love him so much. Not only for the care he shows me, but for his strength and his willingness to overcome whatever baggage has held him back in the past.
The thick head of his cock nudges against my ass. I freeze up, my pussy tightening on Dmitri.
“Relax, little girl. We’ve got you. We’ll go slow.” Gage presses forward.
There’s a burn, and my hips involuntarily try to move away. But Dmitri anchors me. When my eyes water, Dmitri’s fingertips catch the moisture, wiping it away.
“You’re all right?” he asks.
“Mm—yeah—” It’s hard to breathe, but Gage keeps moving forward, and pretty soon, the burning stops.
“How are you doing?” Gage’s voice is in my ears, in my heart, echoing through my entire body.
“I’m okay, I think.” Full. So fucking full. I can’t move, I don’t want to move, and yet I need to move.
Just, not yet.
Gage massages my back, his fingers strong on my muscles, forcing me to relax. “You’re doing a great job, Leah. You’ve given us a huge gift. I’m so grateful, sweetheart. We’re going to make it amazing for you, okay?”
I nod, my eyes locked on Dmitri’s.
“Good girl.” Gage’s voice is full of that deep, stern approval I love so much. “We’re going to start moving now.”
Dmitri nods at him over my shoulder, then pulls out slightly before thrusting back in. Gage retreats on Dmitri’s thrust. I couldn’t move if I wanted to—I don’t know how, exactly—but the two of them find a rhythm, sharing me, stroking me higher. My clit drags over Dmitri’s base, causing me to tighten reflexively. Both men groan.
They don’t fuck me hard or fast. Just leisurely drags back and forth, like they could do this all night. Maybe they could. I’m floating between them. When my arms start shaking from the exertion, Gage wraps his arm around my chest, between my breasts, tugging me toward himself. Dmitri takes advantage of the angle by feathering his fingers over my nipples, then lightly squeezing.
My breath comes in gasps and moans. I tighten my legs over Dmitri’s hips. My pleasure is building, and I’m scared of how it will cause me to clench down.
The guys are breathing hard. I think they’re approaching their releases, too. Maybe they’ll take it without me. That’ll be okay. Sex can still be fun without orgasms, and I’m too scared to take mine—if it doesn’t happen, I’m okay with that.
“Come, Leah.” Gage strokes harder and faster, but still exceedingly gentle.
I shake my head. “I can’t—I can’t do it.”
“You can ,” Gage says. “It’s going to be okay, little one, I promise.”
Dmitri puts his hand against my throat, exerting gentle pressure. “We’re right here with you, holding you. Come now, Leah—come on your daddies’ cocks.”
Gage slams hard into me, commanding. “Now.”
Dmitri’s filthy instructions, Gage’s final word of encouragement—they fling me over the edge and into bliss.
I cry out, all of my muscles tightening, squeezing. Dmitri swears, Gage groans. Their cocks pulse inside me, warm liquid heat filling me in both places.
Wow. Fuck. We just did the thing. And I didn’t split in two.
I’m still afraid to move, so I let the men take care of me, moving me this way and that, cleaning me up, wiping away their sticky come. The entire time, they praise me, each in their own way—Dmitri with dirty descriptions of how we have to do that again, and soon , because I’m so fucking amazing he can’t stand it. And Gage with quiet approval, demanding that I enjoy myself just as much next time, if not more, because I’ll know what to expect.
After, we lie down. Gage tucks me against his chest so I’m facing Dmitri. I link my fingers with Dmitri’s. “Stay?”
He leans forward to kiss my cheek before settling back against the pillow. “I’ll stay.”
I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I’m woken by a loud, repetitive ringtone.
“Whose phone is ringing?” Dmitri pulls a pillow over his head. “Kill it. Kill it dead.”
Something clatters on Gage’s nightstand before he finds his phone. He answers with a bleary, “Claudia?”
Her voice is clear through the speaker—and full of fear. “Gage. Someone’s chasing us.”
“Chasing you? Aren’t you in rehab?”
“Jess got me out for the night—doesn’t matter. We’re in her car. A car keeps ramming us, trying to run us off the road.”
“Call the police.” His voice is firm and calm, but I can hear a sliver of panic. “Get off the phone with me and call them.”
“We’re trying with Jess’s phone, but can’t get through—shit, Gage?—”
A deafening bang .
Someone screams—Claudia or Jess, it isn’t clear.
The line goes dead.