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Atticus hung up the phone. Images of last night played through Gregor’s mind as he undressed and entered the shower. Grabbing his thick cock, he stroked it while he replayed the vision she’d made while strapped to his spanking bench, her ass quivering under the lash of his flogger while that beautiful cunt wept with need.

Gregor gripped tighter, increasing his pace as he remembered plunging past her swollen folds and sitting deep within her. She was so tight but perfect, gripping his cock with each contraction, each flutter deep inside her belly.

She milked him with her contractions. Gregor gripped tight, roaring with his release, cum mingling with water as he pumped, imagining it was her he was filling with his seed.

Chapter 9

Claire

“Ati, are you sure this is, okay? I mean for me to be here?” We had been touring the village, that’s what he called it, but to me, it was more like a small city. My host seemed to know everyone, and we were stopped frequently to chat with all sorts of people.

The more time spent with Ati, the more the horrors from earlier dissipated. Claire enjoyed the calming effect that Ati had on her and wished like she had when he carried her through the snowy streets to her hotel, that what she was experiencing could continue. In a word, the man made her feel safe.

They were almost complete opposites she mused, the bossman and Ati, yet if asked, she couldn’t have said which one she wanted more. Gregor sent her pulse racing, while Ati, calmed it, but neither was more appealing than the other which Claire found particularly fascinating. She’d grown up with the Judeo-Christian belief there was only one for everyone, yet here she was fantasizing over two very different men, the stern Dominant and the nurturing Daddy. How did that fit in with a limiting-belief system?

They were approaching the horse-drawn sleighs that were to take them deeper into the surrounding mountainous terrain and with every step closer, Claire’s anxiety spiked another notch.

“I have taken care of everything, lovely lady, no need to worry about a thing, Marian.”

Claire internally gushed with the code name; it made her feel as if she had a co-conspirator whose only job was to rescue her from her bad decisions since arriving in Colorado Springs.

She’d stayed strong for her mother for such a long time, she’d been unaware of the toll it had taken on her. She could get used to this, having an Ati in her life full time. But so far, he hadn’t even kissed her, just her hand. A move that seemed platonic, like her relationship with Blaze. A part of her, the same part that secretly wished she could have a repeat of last night, also hoped that Ati liked her as much as she liked him.

Up ahead she heard the booming Scottish burr of her former boss, Blaze. Claire physically recoiled. How mad would he be she wondered? Ati gripped her arm tighter in response.

“Smile, Marian. We’ve got this.”

Claire melted into Ati’s side and hung on for dear life, painting a smile on her face. “Can you duplicate yourself, so I take a version of you everywhere I go?”

Ati grinned. “I will be forever at your service, m’lady.”

Before she could retort, they were in the melee of excited people piling into the sleighs. Again, Claire wondered at the expense and the detail that went into everything she had seen. Back home, she’d noted the attention to detail that Blaze put into every single inch of his baby. But here, it was way beyond a 2.0 version, and more like a fantasy.

Claire witnessed the moment Blaze and Gregor noticed their arrival. Both men wore looks of surprise. However, Gregor’s also held a hint of danger that sent a shiver down her spine. Before she could turn and run away as fast as possible, Ati steered her towards a sleigh that looked full but when he stepped up taking her with him, the people parted, easily creating two more seats to accommodate them.

Claire was quickly encased in the softest blanket she ever felt, and with another draped around her shoulders, a cup of cocoa followed. Ati snuggled in beside her and drew her lap blanket around him, bringing them close together.

Claire sighed contentedly. She could really get used to being so well looked after. But she still had no clue as to Ati’s intentions, maybe he was just being nice. He certainly knew a lot of people, women more specifically, and was clearly popular everywhere he went. Wondering how many of the women on the sled he’d slept with shifted her mood immediately.

“Something wrong, Marian?”

His new habit of picking up on her anxiety didn’t fail to impress her. Claire didn’t answer at first. What could she say? That she was jealous of imaginary images?

“I was just wondering, how often you rescue women and who else has the nickname, Marian.”

Instead of being annoyed, which was what Claire had expected, Ati threw back his head, loud laughter erupting from him like a geyser. “Are you jealous, little one?”

Claire’s face transformed, the heat alerting her to the fact the color was sure to rival that of a beet.

“No. I well… no.”

His laughter abruptly ended when he cupped her chin, drawing her face close to his. “Don’t think I don’t have a backbone, Marian. I don’t like it when little girls lie and will punish them. Are you looking to be punished?”

Claire felt her lady parts squeeze in response to his question. Was she looking for a punishment?

Ati’s green eyes went dark, and Claire was reminded that she was in a town rife with people into BDSM. Had she misjudged Ati? Was he more alpha than she’d realized?

“I already know the answer. But I still expect a verbal response, little girl.”

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