Page 62 of Mastered By Love

She does a little spin.“Is it okay?”

“Turn around again.”The words come out strangled.I clear my throat and repeat myself.

“It’s bad?”She spins.

She isn’t wearing a bra—she can’t, really, with the fit of the gown.Her tits are mouthwatering.

“It’s so good, I want to keep you here, little girl.I want to see how the fabric stretches over nipple clamps.Then I want to hike up that dress and make you warm my cock all night.”

Her breath catches in a soft gasp.“I…so, you hate the dress?”

I chuckle.“I hate it so very much.”

“Maybe Ishouldwear the purple.”

“Dmitri would never forgive us.”I check my watch.“He’s most likely on his way over now.”

The plan is for Dmitri and Leah to arrive together.Given the recent issues with Nic and the resulting media scramble, we decided this was best.Now that I’m looking at Leah all dressed up for the night, there’s an additional benefit.If I went with her, we likely wouldn’t make it out of the car without a severe rumpling of fabric and ruining of hair and makeup.

Her phone chimes on the coffee table.She sashays over to check the message.

“It’s Dmitri.”She laughs.“He’s here.He added, ‘You better be wearing the gold dress, little girl.’I’m going to fuck with him and send a picture of the purple fabric.”

“That’s very naughty.”I stride forward and grab her wrists, tugging them behind her back.“Are youtryingto earn punishment?”

She grins up at me.“Maybe?”

“I love it when you play the brat.”I lick the edge of her ear.“You know that, don’t you?When I punish you for it, it’s not because I want you to stop.Iwantyou to misbehave, little girl.”

“So you can punish me more?”

“Yes.”

She grins, sticks out her tongue, and licks the side of my face.“Oops.Was that naughty, too?”

“Very.Do you need a bite of pain every now and again, little one?”I tug her wrists back far enough, she gasps.I release her immediately, remembering her recently sprained wrist.The brace came off two days ago.“You gasped.Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay.It was a good gasp.”She rolls her wrists, stretching them.

I grasp them again, far gentler this time.“I’ll have to find nipple clamps that can work with your gowns.We can’t leave them on for too long, but a trip to the restroom during a party is easy enough to manage.”

“You wouldn’t.”She shakes her head.

With my other hand, I grip one of her nipples through the dress.Her lack of a bra makes it easier.

“Daddyyyy.”

“Yes, little girl?”

“I—I need to come.Before I go to the party.”

I squeeze harder.“I don’t think so.You’ll have more fun with the anticipation, don’t you think?”

“Please.”She whimpers.“I’ll behave, I promise?—”

The buzzer sounds.I let go of her nipple.

Leah blinks, startled.