Page 30 of Mastered By Love

“I’ll look into it.”Gage tilts his head to the side.“Leah.Your eyes are red.You were crying.”

“I’m not crying anymore.I’m sorry I let her—or whoever that was—get into my head.”

“I wish I could hold you.”

I tighten my arm around her.“I’ll hold her for you.”

His expression shifts, like he just had a new idea.“What else can you do to her for me?”

* * *

Gage

Leah’s breath catches.Interest flares in Dmitri’s eyes.

This situation is dangerous for me.I’ve never offered to do a video call with anyone.Cameras, being watched—it makes my skin feel too tight, my heart beat too fast.My brain is telling me to turn everything off and hide in the dark.

But I can tell Leah needs comfort.I can’t be there to offer it, to make her lose herself in pleasure.

I can, however, direct a scene.

“Stand up, sweetheart.”My voice is rough, like I’ve swallowed rocks.“Let me see you.”

The view changes—she gave the phone to Dmitri.She stands in front of him.Cut-off jean shorts, a large T-shirt that no doubt belongs to Dmitri.Her hair is in short, braided pigtails.It’s an adorable look on her, making her more of a little girl than ever.

I’ve missed her.The ache in my chest intensifies.

I grip the phone, wishing I could reach through the screen to touch her.“Clothes off.”

She removes the shirt first.Her breasts are hidden behind a plain, light-blue bra.I recall packing that for her, along with matching underwear.With her eyes on the phone, staring directly into me, she unbuttons and pushes down her shorts.

The underwear is light blue, silky soft.I want to run the fabric over my cock.

Recalling where I am, I reach behind me and lock my office door.“Dmitri, do you have a condom?”

He doesn’t remove the camera’s view from Leah.Smart man.“No, but I can get one.”

“Give Leah the phone.She can point it at her cunt while she gets herself ready for you.”

“Fuck.I’ll be right back.”

Leah points the phone at her face.Those beautiful blue eyes spear me.“What do you want me to do, Daddy?”

“You heard me.Slide those panties to the side and play with yourself.Show me on the phone.I want to make sure you’re doing a good job.”

“I’ll do my best, Daddy.”She nods seriously.

The view switches to her panty-clad mound.With teasing fingers, she moves the fabric aside, revealing herself to me.My mouth waters and my hand strays to the front of my pants.I press against my hardened shaft, trying to ease the ache.

She slides one finger over her folds.

“Are you wet for Dmitri?”I ask.

“I’m wet for both of you.”

Perfect girl.“That’s right.He’ll take you right there on those stairs while I watch.And you’ll scream both our names, baby girl.”

“Yes,” she moans.“Dmitri’s back.”