Page 37 of Mastered By Love

I stand up, tempted to kick the flimsy chair behind me.“Leah, you need help in that dressing room.”

“Nah, I’m good.”She starts to close the door, but her movements are extra slow.

She wants me to burst in there and take what I want.

The little brat is trying to control the scene.

I reach the door before she can close it all the way, gripping the edge with my fist.

Leah gasps in mock surprise.“What are you doing in here?This is my dressing room.”

“Don’t act coy.You practically invited me in here.”

The dressing room is a lot bigger than I expected—not a tiny stall like we’d find in a department store.It’s almost the size of a bedroom.“Fuck, it’s like fucking Narnia in here.How far back does this room go?”

Leah shakes her head.“Not that far.”

I watch her reflection in the mirror, and I can see myself as well.A moment later, Gage appears in the open doorway behind us.

“You were teasing me about the gold gown,” I say.“That was very naughty.”

“I didn’t mean it.”The words sound contrite, but she’s still trying not to laugh.

“There’s a phrase for this.”I unzip her gown.“Topping from the bottom.I’ll stand for it this time, but next time?You’ll get spanked so hard it’ll hurt to sit down.”

“What—what are you doing?”She reaches back to block me from the zipper.“Dmitri, we can’t do thishere.”

“Can’t we?”I pull her hand away.

“Dmitri, we’re in astore.”

I glance dismissively around the room.“And?”

“It’s…it’s embarrassing.It’s wrong.”

“How about you let your daddies worry about what’s embarrassing or wrong?”I want to ravish her in this dress, yank up the skirt, pound away while the fabric bunches around her waist.

She looks past me at Gage.“Gage, are you going to let him do this?”

In the mirror, Gage shrugs.“He’s your daddy, too, baby girl.He can discipline you just like I can.”

“Discipline?”She shakes her head and pouts.“I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“You pushed, and pushed.This is what you get for trying my patience.”I get her zipper all the way down and wait for her to step out of the dress.

No bra.She’s standing before me in a tiny little thong.Yeah, this thong won’t survive what’s coming next.

I reverently hang the dress, then return to stand in front of her.

I trace one of her nipples with my knuckle.

Leah sucks in a breath and meets my gaze.“We’re really doing this?Here?”

I trace her other nipple.“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop.”She leans into my touch.

I bite the shell of her ear.“You don’t have to pick the gold.I mean, I’m buying it for you, one way or the other, but you don’t have to wear it to the party, baby.You can wear what you want.”