Page 7 of Mastered By Love

He gathers me into his arms.“Talk to me, baby.”

“Everything is fucked up.”

“No.It only feels that way right now.”He lets me go to shrug out of his shirt and pants.

A spark of interest flares in my lower belly as I stare at his muscular torso, the bulge in his boxer briefs, his strong legs.

He notices my interest.“Not a good idea, baby.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to fuck you hard, and I think you need gentle.”

I narrow my eyes at him.“Don’t tell me what I need.”

He narrows his eyes back.Folds those gigantic arms across his chest.“Get in bed.”

“No.”

“Get in bed, baby, or I’ll make you get in bed.”

I consider the situation.I could run, which, honestly, I don’t have the energy for.Now that I think about it, I don’t really have the energy for sex, either.

Or I could get in bed and let him take care of me.

“Fine.”I pull back the comforter and slide into the sheets.

“Good.”He climbs in and sits against the pillows and headboard.Patting the space between his thighs, he says, “Right here.”

When I hesitate, he grabs me under the arms and hauls me over so I’m sitting right in front of him, my back to his front.The hard length of his cock nestles against my lower back.I push against him to feel more.

“There we go.”His voice is soft, a murmur in my ear.“What do you need, baby girl?”

A pulse of lust centers between my legs.“I don’t know…”

“You’re pushing against my dick.You were checking me out a minute ago.Do you need to come?”

I squirm back against him.He’s hard—impossibly hard.“Maybe?”

“I can take care of you.”He slides his hands along the hem of the sweatshirt I’m wearing.A pleasant shiver moves over me.“You have to ask nicely, though.No more bratting.”

When his little finger makes contact with the sensitive skin of my belly, I suck in a breath.On the exhale, I say, “Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please take care of me?”I want it more than anything.Dmitri—and Gage—taking care of me.

The rumble of his voice moves against my chest.“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”I slap a hand over my mouth.I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have called youDaddy.”

“What if I like it?”I can hear a smile in his voice.

“You don’t think it’s weird?”