Page 83 of The More the Merrier

What was wrong with her? How could she be so attracted to two men at the same time? She knew of course that in her deepest fantasies, two men were what she wanted, and she had also considered that there was a strong possibility that she may find just that at Twin Peaks when she moved to the headquarters.

But this was something else, not a mere fling with play partners. Claire was falling for both men and hard. She felt the walls closing in around her heart and didn’t know what to do about her tumultuous emotions and thoughts.

All night long, Gregor had played the perfect gentleman until the dance floor. Holy hell that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her. But the fact it had happened in such a public setting haunted her, even now, with Gregor’s hand slapping her ass in the elevator.

She should be reveling in these erotic new experiences, but she was a hormonal mess and didn’t know how to stop the merry-go-round long enough to think about what was really happening and make conscious decisions regarding her actions instead of pinging off her reactions to the two men.

Slap! The resounding sounds of flesh striking flesh reverberated off the closed walls of the elevator, reminding her to be present.Just let it go, Claire,she schooled herself.Tomorrow you can devise a plan.

Something settled inside of her with that decision. She let go of her thoughts and her feelings on what to do, instead settling into what was happening in the present. Gregor James, the hottest Dom she ever met was giving her a solid warm-up in the elevator of a resort. That was one for the fantasy fodder that she would never forget.

“Yes, please,” Claire moaned when Gregor ran his finger along her slit.

“Soon enough, my drenched queen,” he commented, straightening her, and releasing the emergency stop button. But they weren’t going to her floor. Claire gazed at Gregor with the question in her eyes when they passed her floor.

“Don’t play coy with me, little one, you know exactly where you’re going… to Daddy’s dungeon.”

The familiar plummet was followed by her slick pussy contracting.Daddy’s dungeonwas sweeter than flowers and chocolate. She could live inDaddy’s dungeonand never miss the outside world. It had never been good to her anyway, not until meeting the Doms of Twin Peaks.

Gregor locked the door. His hungry expression made her nervous belly somersault. “Are you ready to do your duty, my queen?”

So, he was still in king mode. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Claire managed a little curtsy, keeping her head at a respectful angle. She may not have much experience in the world of BDSM, but she’d read enough historical romance to know that the man was always in charge in those stories.

Claire was beginning to wonder how long she would have to hold the position. As long as the king pleased, she remembered reading and that could be for a good while if he was displeased. Was he angry with her, she wondered when the desired words were finally spoken.

“You may stand.”

Straightening her wobbly knees, she chanced a gaze and saw Gregor’s eyes had gone dark. What did that mean?

“I want you over the throne, your ass in the air, but first—” Gregor stepped forward and reached under her poufy skirt, untying the farthingale and the slip and tugging them away from her body. Despite the hem of the outer layer dropping back down when the other undergarments were removed, Claire felt naked under her king’s dark gaze.

Gregor nodded his head and Claire took that as her cue to move over to the throne chair. Placing her hands on the padded seat, she stepped back folding at her hips and gently arching her low back. At this angle, he would have a clear view of her needs. She knew her inner thighs were coated with her excitement at her entrance was slick and puffy.

He rolled up her skirts, to her waist, and Claire waited patiently for what was to come next. She heard the swish of something moving through the air before it landed with stinging efficiency on her backside. The strokes painted her backside from the crack of her ass to the tops of her thighs with agonizing precision.

“I like seeing that pussy weep for me. Spread your legs.”

Claire spread her legs and a sharp sting hit her clit. Screaming, she bent her knees and danced in an attempt to alleviate the sting. But a few moments later, she felt a pleasant warmth where the sting had been and couldn’t help the guttural moan escaping her lips.

“In position.”

Claire obeyed and prepared herself for the next strike. Instead, she felt his fingers at her entrance. He pinched her lips together, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her. This man was full of surprises.

He circled her hardened nub, causing Claire to mewl with desire, arching her back at an impossible angle for more. She needed more. If he didn’t shove that finger inside of her, she would die, she was sure of it.

But he pulled back quickly, striking the yearning soft flesh of her opening. A surge of heat and adrenaline roared through Claire, and she came undone, letting out a long keen while she came so hard, her sweet nectar splattered on the floor between her feet.

“That’s more like it,” Gregor crooned. He slapped her lips with his hand. Another wave crashed through Claire at an alarming rate. Her embarrassment at standing in a pool of her own cum didn’t seem to bother her partner in the least.

He quickly removed her clothing, leaving Claire trembling and naked and still bent over with her hands on the seat of the throne. A moment later, a naked Gregor scooped her up and he took his seat on his throne chair.

“I want a better look,” was all he said before she was turned around with her knees on either side of his hips and hands on the floor.

“We call this the wheelbarrow. Now wrap your lower legs around my waist.”

Claire followed his instructions, realizing right away the advantages of the position for him. She’d read about this pose, but like everything else she’d done with Gregor, it was all new to her.

Her legs were wide, her pussy on full display for him, his cock so close to her opening she could easily imagine his swollen shaft thrusting deep inside of her. With both his hands unhindered, Gregor used one to pepper her backside with sharp stinging swats, while the other circled her opening like a shark just waiting to attack.

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