Page 77 of The More the Merrier

Ati removed her coat and placed it on the coat rack behind him. He lifted her sweater and shirt over her head. Claire wore a lacy, sheer white bra that did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples.

He sat her down on the couch, tenderly removing her boots and then socks and jeans. Claire held her breath in anticipation of what was to come, seeing him for the first time. But when Ati only removed his jacket and sweater, Claire felt a pang of disappointment and wondered again if his attraction to her was of the platonic kind, of a rescuer to his rescuee.

He sat down next to her and gently pulled her over his lap. “Okay, little girl, here are the rules. I’m going to tenderize your lovely backside and if you’re a good girl, you will be rewarded. I’ve spanked a few naughty backsides in my time and feel I can judge what you can take. But if you find yourself needing this to stop, all you have to do is say red.”

This was so different then what she had experienced with Gregor only hours ago. He had taken control and played her body like a skilled musician. Ati was forcing her to make decisions and participate in her punishment.

“Say,yes, Daddy,if you understand.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Claire clenched her cheeks in a desperate attempt to hide her drenched G-string. Why hadn’t she worn underwear? Before she could answer that, Ati’s hand came down. Claire squealed and all thoughts of propriety deserted her as she kicked her legs in an attempt to cool her burning skin.

Her hands flew from the floor to her backside. Ati easily gripped both her wrists in one large hand as the other delivered another smack to her backside.

“Owee. It hurts!”

“Of course, it does. This is not like the pleasure that Gregor James gave you in the wee hours of the morning is it, little one?”

His hand came down again, harder than the first two.

“Ahh, oh! No, Daddy. This is so much worse.”

“Is it?” Ati gripped Claire’s thong and tugged it so the soft material penetrated her slick folds. A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. Ati delivered another smack and then tugged the G-string.

“Oh! Oh god, yes. That feels so good.”

He released her thong. “You were distracted by the pleasure; that is a good thing. But this is a lesson being delivered. No pleasure, little one. That will have to wait.”

Ati’s hand came down with efficiency, covering every inch of flesh from the top of her cheeks to the middle of her thighs. Claire cried and begged but wouldn’t call her safeword. Because during the suffering, two facts managed to penetrate her brain… she was getting wetter by the second as the pain morphed into a heat deep inside her that was making her horny for his touch. The other was a sense of catharsis. The angst and pain that came with years of playing the part of the mother and losing the only person she’d ever truly loved were easing from the inferno it had been to a small ache.

She needed what he was giving her. When she let go and stopped fighting, she floated on a cloud of release. She felt restored somehow and more like her old self. A self she hadn’t realized until this minute she had lost a long time ago.

She was about to thank Ati for delivering her to a new place in her psyche when she felt his finger moving the string away from her slit and running down her swollen folds.

“Oh, Daddeee, that feels so good.”

Ati plunged a finger inside, curling it to hit that magic button she’d recently learned about. A button that until last night, had never been touched. How she managed to not experience this until she arrived in Colorado was a sad rendering of her life back in New England.

“When I say it’s time, you are going to come for me.”

Ati was tall and slim, and all his limbs were chiseled perfection, including his skilled fingers which were working magic on her hardened bud. He rubbed vigorously and Claire cried out as her orgasm was imminent.

“Now, sweet girl, come for Daddy!”

A tidal wave of pleasure ripped through Claire. Her loud moans of pleasure were followed by shuddering spasms ripping through her body.

“What the hell is going on here?”

A loud bang was heard. Claire cried out and would have fallen if Ati hadn’t been holding on to her. She poked her head up to see Gregor James, with literal smoke pouring out of his ears.

“Not much,” Ati responded casually, “just getting to know Claire a little bit better.”

A little bit better? She’d just been launched to the moon for an unparalleled journey. His casual remark was almost cutting. She tried to climb off his lap to run and hide but he kept his hand pressed down into her low back.

“This is what you meant by a date? What the hell, Atticus?”

Atticus?Oh no, not again. Did she just get spanked by the right hand of the larger-than-life Gregor James? Could her humiliation get any worse?

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