Chapter 21
Leah
The bodice of my dress rubs against my clamped nipples in the most awful, terrible, terrific way. I once told Gage that I like sexy pain, and this is exactly what I was talking about.
Gage and Dmitri are devastatingly handsome in their tuxes. Even when I was mad at Dmitri, I kept getting distracted by how hot he is. It isn’t fair.
They lead me into the penthouse, then into the bedroom. There, they step back. They can’t have planned it, but they fold their arms over their chests and give me identical, dark looks.
“Strip out of the dress.” Dmitri lowers a hand to press it against the front of his pants. “Do it fast.”
I bite back the snarky comment I want to make. He wanted me in this dress so bad, but now he’s rushing to get me out of it.
Gage grins like he can read my mind. “Go ahead and talk back to Dmitri, baby girl. See what happens.”
I shake my head. “No talking back.”
“A wise choice.” Dmitri gestures at me. “Do you need help getting out of your dress, or are you a big girl?”
Reaching behind me, I tug down the zipper. I ease down the shoulder straps. The front of the dress falls forward, fabric catching on one of the nipple clamps. I hiss at the pain.
“Oh, poor thing.” Gage steps behind me. His body is warm at my back, and his erection grazes my ass. He brings his hands to my front and lifts my breasts, squeezing them together. “Does it hurt a lot, little one?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He plucks at the biting metal clamp, stretching my nipple. I squeak.
“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Gage keeps my breasts lifted, like he’s presenting them to Dmitri.
“Fuck yeah, she is.” Dmitri strides forward.
He helps me step out of the dress and sets it reverently on the edge of the bed.
When he returns to stand before me, he doesn’t touch me.
His chest is mere millimeters from my aching nipples.
He traces my lips with his fingertip, then forces my mouth open. “Gonna fuck you here tonight, baby.”
I flick out my tongue to cradle his finger and suck on it.
He groans. “Goddamn. So willing. You wanna make your daddies happy.”
“Mm-hmm,” I say around his finger.
He pulls out of my mouth and trails his hand down to my pussy—again, bypassing my aching nipples. I’m relieved until Gage taps the clamps with his fingers.
“You’ll take off the clamps when I make her come?” Dmitri asks Gage.
Gage’s voice is a deep rumble. “Perfect. Hold still for Daddy Dmitri, Leah.”
I latch onto the most important piece of information—they’re going to make me come.
Dmitri’s fingers are thick and perfect. He uses them to push my thong to the floor. Then he dips one into my arousal and slides it up to my clit. I whimper as my hips buck forward, seeking more contact.
Gage flicks my nipple clamps and I cry out.
“Hold still, I said.” Gage flicks them a second time. “Or did you forget?”
“I forgot, I’m sorry, Daddy.” I want to obey, but it’s so hard to remain still as the pain and pleasure wash through me.
He kisses my neck. There’s a smile in his voice as he says, “I know you’re sorry, because I’m making sure of it.”
Mean. He’s so mean, and I love it so much.
Dmitri continues rubbing his fingers slowly in a circle on my clit.
Ecstasy builds within me, hot and potent. My body is an inferno, a ball of flames. It takes everything in me to hold still like Gage asked. But I want to—I want to please him and Dmitri.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” Dmitri lowers his mouth to mine and takes a kiss, his tongue moving in time with his fingers.
That’s it—it’s over. My orgasm is coming, I’m collapsing in on myself.
“There.” Gage does something to the nipple clamps.
Pain, numbness, fire as the clamps come off. He rubs his fingers over the abused nubs. Starbursts of pleasure rocket through my veins. It’s too much—so much I can’t stand it. I cry out with pleasure, my body thrumming, hips rocking forward on their own.
My men hold me between them, voices soothing, hands wandering over my arms, legs, stomach, breasts. Gage’s dick presses against my ass through the fabric of his pants. Dmitri’s nudges against my thigh.
As much pleasure as they’ve just given me, the night isn’t over yet.
Gage backs up, leaving me supported by Dmitri. He sits in the chair by the curtained window.
“Sit here.” Gage unfastens his belt, then his pants. He pushes the fabric aside to free his cock.
Dmitri tosses him a condom. Gage unwraps it and rolls it over his length.
Are we really doing this?
I lower onto Gage’s lap.
“Watch,” he says. “Watch how I have to stuff myself inside you.”
He holds the base of his cock and guides me over it. I stare between us, watching as his thick length disappears, filling me almost uncomfortably full.
“Hot,” Dmitri rasps from behind me. He brings his hands around to rub over my raw nipples, breasts, and then up to rest over my throat.
Gage reaches to the wall behind him and flips a switch. The room disappears, replaced by utter darkness. “Lights out, sweetheart. I hope you aren’t afraid of the dark.”
He flexes to slide farther into me.
I gasp. “I’ll just have to—hold tighter to my daddies.”
“The fuck?” Dmitri says. “It’s really fucking dark.”
I don’t have a response for that. It really is fucking dark.
Gage pumps his hips, and the drag over my clit has sparks going off in my vision—yellow, blue, white.
Dmitri laughs as he moves to the side of the chair. He keeps a hand on my body at all times. “Guess I don’t need to see your mouth to fuck it, baby.”
I hear the clink of his belt buckle, the zipper of his pants.
He slides his hand from my shoulder to my cheek. “Stick out your tongue.”
I wet my lips and open wide, tongue waiting. His crown hits the side of my face first, but he slides right over to his target. I take him in, warm and thick.
“Leah, fuck .” Dmitri caresses the side of my face. “You feel so good.”
Gage slides out, then in. The glide of his cock is perfect. Smooth, filling. Heat builds between my legs, and his base hits my clit every time he thrusts all the way.
We’ve fucked around before, all three of us. But this feels different. More intimate. The darkness doesn’t take away from the fact that we’re connected, and we’re going to come together.
“Leah…” Gage presses kisses against my chest. His lips cover my nipple, then his warm tongue, licking and sucking away the sting of the clamp.
I moan around Dmitri’s cock, enjoying his thickness, his musky taste. I lift up and down, matching Gage’s thrusts. So full, so complete. Another orgasm is building quickly, but I’m not chasing it—I’m going to enjoy every second with these two men.
Rocking back and forth in Gage’s lap, I lean forward and try to take more of Dmitri’s length into my mouth. He hits my throat and I start to gag. He starts to pull back, but I grab his hip and keep him close. I want as much of him as I can take. All of it, all of him, all the time.
The end is close. I can feel it. Beyond, in the great infinity of pleasure, I’ll shatter.
“Come for us, Leah.” Gage grabs my hips and thrusts harder, faster. “Come with your daddies’ cocks.”
Oh fuck, I can’t hold back much longer. I want to hold back—I want to savor this. Savor them .
“Leah,” Dmitri warns. “We’re going to come, baby. You come first.”
Gage’s voice is a low rasp. “Now, little girl. Do it now.”
Their command creates an overwhelming bliss. I go higher and higher until I can’t hold back anymore.
I cry out, my sounds muffled around Dmitri’s cock, my body spasming in Gage’s arms. Dmitri cups my face as he thrusts a final time and explodes over my tongue. Gage’s grip on my waist tightens and he groans. The telltale pulsing of his cock says he’s found his release, too.
Dmitri pulls out so I can swallow, but he doesn’t let go of my face. “So good, Leah. So fucking good.”
Gage stands, holding me in his arms, and carries me to the bed. Fabric shuffles around. Blankets are pulled up to cover me.
Gage’s voice penetrates the darkness. “I’m turning a light on.”
I squint my eyes shut, worried about a sudden onslaught of light. It’s a night light, though. Soft, forgiving. I can open my eyes and see easily. Both of the guys are still in their tuxes. Dmitri hesitates next to the bed like he’s unsure if he’s staying or going.
I reach for his hand. “Stay.”
He exchanges a look with Gage, but I know, deep in my heart, that this is okay with Gage.
It’s up to Dmitri.
After wordlessly gazing at me for a long moment, Dmitri nods and starts taking off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt. “Fuck it, I’m in.”
On the other side of the bed, Gage undresses, too.
Our first time all coming together. And our first sleepover.
Each guy climbs into bed on opposite sides of me. This is every girl’s fantasy, isn’t it? I’m so damn lucky.
Dmitri turns me to face him. I lose myself in the soft gray of his eyes.
“You’re all right?” I ask. “Staying, I mean?”
“Yeah. I’m all right. Nowhere else I’d rather be than with you.”
I kiss his beautiful mouth.
Gage kisses the center of my back, right over my tattoo. “I’ve been meaning to ask you what this symbolizes.”
I freeze. I don’t want to lie, but I don’t want to tell the truth, either.
* * *
Gage
I don’t like the way Leah has stiffened next to me.
She keeps her cheek pressed against the bed. I can’t see her eyes through her messy hair. “It’s just a pretty image. I liked it.”
Dmitri frowns at Leah. He hears the lie in her voice too.
“That doesn’t sound quite right.” I stroke the ink, wondering what kind of pain she was feeling when she had it done. Because now I see it as more than just a beautiful design complementing my girl’s body.
This was supposed to be a tender, breakthrough moment. I’ve ruined it by bringing up her tattoo, but now there’s no going back.
“I mean…it’s just not the happiest symbol.” Her voice sounds small, quiet.
I stare at the back of her head, wishing I knew what’s going through her mind. “You don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”