Page 69 of The More the Merrier

Not wanting to wait a minute longer to feel her tight channel gripping his cock, Gregor undressed quickly, placing his expensive suit over a nearby chair. Turning Kitty so she was now on her knees and elbows, he pressed her chest to the bed and gripped her hips in his fists as he entered her in one thrust. Kitty froze beneath him, acclimatizing, then began to buck her hips. Gregor took her slowly, keeping her cheeks spread well apart, knowing this intensified the friction against her walls as he edged her towards her next orgasm.

She tried to top from the bottom, wiggling her sexy behind at him impatiently. No way would he accept being topped by a woman who was supposed to be submissive. Not in his play session at any rate. Time to teach Kitty a lesson.

Gregor pulled her over his lap as he sat on the bed, tipping Kitty until her face was only inches from the floor and wrapping his large thigh over hers to keep her in place. “I must have not been clear earlier, Kitty-cat. You are not in charge here, I am.”

Gregor spanked her ass with enough impact for her to cry out. He peppered her backside with punishing strokes. While Kitty cried and begged for mercy, Gregor didn’t let up until he heard her blubbering for forgiveness. Then he drew her up and pressed her firmly down on his lap.

“Are you ready to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir.” She hung her head right on cue. She was good; he had to give her that. Her sub responses were right on the money and again he wondered what hoops Atticus must have jumped through to get him someone so perfectly fitting his tastes.

Gregor stood with Kitty in his arms and placed her back on her knees and elbows. This time, he shoved his cock inside her slick entrance and took her hard. Kitty crooned within seconds, her orgasm milking his cock. He didn’t let up his pace, fucking her hard and fast, her very red ass slapping against his groin.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” Kitty ground out.

“Now!” he yelled.

A loud keening sound escaped the mouth hole of the cat mask as another orgasm ripped through her, gripping Gregor’s cock in an almost death grip. He pummeled on until he couldn’t hold out any longer. “Come!” He commanded as he pumped her full of his seed, releasing with a roar in response to her high-pitched moan. For that moment, it all fell into place for Gregor. The connection between their bodies and the answer to their needs collided into a moment of sheer bliss.

Later, after Kitty had fallen asleep. Gregor took his leave, making his way back to his house right as the sun poked above the mountain tops. As he showered and crawled into bed, he replayed the night he’d had with Kitty.

Who knew, maybe their paths would cross again someday, was his last thought before succumbing to deep sleep.

Chapter 6

Claire

Wow! Was her first response when she opened her eyes to find she was still in the dungeon. Last night had been like a fairy tale. Who knew the mask she grabbed from the bar would bring her the best sex she’d ever experienced with the man in the panther mask?

Claire had entered the bustling restaurant to find a magical Christmas kingdom. She’d never seen so much attention paid to detail. What they’d done marveled Macy’s in New York at Christmas time. She was really glad she’d checked in first and taken the time to change into a dove-gray dress that hugged her in all the right places.

She felt his presence before he slid in between her and the person next to her. He was big, like football big, but she had noticed that many of the men were of a similar build and wondered if it was some stereotyping required to work for MBC.

When he whispered in her ear, goosebumps rose on her skin, and not from his soft breath so close to her ear. No, it had been the deep melodic voice that held command in every syllable. The mask he wore covered his entire face. She’d never be able to pick him out in a crowd, at least not in a crowd of burly tall men. But his voice, that would be with her until the day she died, and in every fantasy from here on out.

Claire rolled onto her back, reliving all the deliciousness from earlier this morning. Then she blushed, wondering if she would be the only guest to do the walk of shame back to their room. It was all Blaze’s fault if she was. After all, he’d missed his flight, no doubt distracted by his new PA, leaving Claire alone in a roomful of strangers to fend for herself.

Have a good time, he’d texted, right as she entered looking for him. She made her way to the bar with the intention of chugging back drinks until her stress dissipated enough for her to sleep. With masks and not knowing anyone, Claire knew that meeting the higher-ups who were hiring her was close to impossible and would have to wait until Blaze made an appearance.

A muffled ping alerted her to a new message, drawing her back to the present. Claire scrambled out of the giant four-poster bed looking for her purse. When she found it under the spanking bench she blushed, images of last night coming to the forefront.

It was a message from Blaze.

At the airport. Get ready for a breakfast meeting. Claire, this is casual so don’t go all out. See you soon.

Ugh! Seriously. She’d probably only had four hours of sleep and was one of those girls who needed her beauty rest. Not to mention she wanted to lay in this incredible bed a while longer. Her partner’s scent lingered on the sheets. Claire quickly jumped back on the bed and grabbed his pillow. Pressing it against her face, she breathed in deeply the woodsy blend with a bit of spice.

He smelled like the type of man who sat by an open fire with an expensive tumbler filled with the most expensive cognac. “Mmm,” she hummed. “He smells so good,” she said aloud to the empty room, followed by a peal of giggles. Claire glanced suspiciously about the room, praying there were no hidden cameras about the place recording her talking to herself. Rolling her eyes, she acknowledged that was ridiculous. She sure hadn’t been concerned about cameras when she was buck-ass naked and engaging in hot monkey sex, now had she?

An hour later, she left her room several floors below where she’d spent the night and entered the restaurant which had gone through a transformation since last night. Claire wondered who the amazing person was who’d put this together and how they managed the speed at which things were done in the decorating department.

Calling it a restaurant was not accurate as it was no ordinary restaurant. Aegir Exclusive Tapas Bar and Convention Center. The tapas bar was of exceeding size and taste, and again she wondered at the amazingly creative mind, or minds, who put together such a unique business.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t so unique. Claire realized that she was lacking in world experience, but had never seen the likes in New England and was sure she wouldn’t find a finer establishment anywhere. Plans were in play back home to build something like this as part of the brewery taste-testing for microbrews being offered exclusively in the Eastern United States. When she started working for Blaze, plans had just begun for the exciting extension. She wouldn’t see it unfold now. Being here, she would miss it and worse, was no longer part of the project.

“No time for regrets, Claire, only moving forward,” her mother had said near the end, and she’d take her dying mother’s advice to heart. Firming her back, she entered one of the private meeting rooms that branched off from the main area. She was sure they used it for private groups only and was surprised to see that they hadn’t spared any expense in the decorating. She marveled before the life-size mountain scene in front of her.

“There you are, right on time.” Blaze wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

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