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The ease of the words coming out of her mouth was a surprise. It had been easy the first time with the mask to play into his desires which, in turn, fed her fantasies. But this time it was all too real, and Claire was in danger of giving herself over to what she really wanted but never truly believed she could have. Gregor’s rhythm picked up and Claire thrashed her head as she cried out for more, reveling in the dark dirtiness of their joined passion.

“Come with me, little queen.” He pinched her nipples and Claire cried out as Gregor went still, his cock swelling and filling her up. She cried out as sweet pussy juices splattered against the floor.

When she felt his cock soften a few minutes later, he gently pulled out and put the contraption back to its original shape and unleashed Claire from her bonds. He scooped her up and carried her to the shower. Turning on the water he soaped and cleaned her back hole with such care she wanted to weep.

An hour later, tucked into his side. Claire fell asleep, completely content and happy for the first time in her life.

Chapter 13

Atticus

The message back from Claire couldn’t have been better.

I look forward to it, Daddy. Especially if it’s about a princess getting her happily ever after.

She could have a happily ever after worthy of the greatest love story when they all collided. He’d been setting the stage for both he and Gregor to show their true colors with Claire, but now with his knee flaring, it added a complication. But like always, he’d find a way to pull through.

Gregor had been after him for years to get the old football injury addressed. He could make the time, that was just an excuse. He’d been diagnosed with ADHD not long after moving to the United States. Being still was difficult for Atticus unless he was reading to a Little. But even that was an action. Being immobile like now was pure torture, never mind the four weeks of it which would be required while he mended.

Maybe, he could do it if he had someone to distract him. If this was going to happen between the three of them, it would be up to him. Claire didn’t trust the gift being offered to her despite wanting it, and Gregor didn’t trust that any woman could be the right fit after their last fiasco.

That was okay; he was used to having enough belief for the two of them, and now, getting the trio to the point of seeing that this could work fell to him.

His phone pinged with notifications from their private Insta account. Pictures from the evening’s festivities. Hold the phone! A video of the king and queen dance. His eyes widened at the bold moves by his roommate. Was it all an act, he wondered. Did Gregor see Claire as the potential partner of their dreams, or was this all just primal lust animating him to a new level of public seduction?

His eyes were glued to the image of the dance between Gregor and Claire. He was so big, compared to pretty much everyone, and normally dwarfed all those around him. Claire was not a big woman but with the puffy skirt of her dress, she looked like a dainty princess. An image of Belle and the Beast came to mind while he watched them.

How could anyone love a beast?

How, indeed. Atticus swung his bad leg off the bed and leaning on the good one, managed to reach the crutches that Gregor had pulled from the closet before he left. He needed a snack and a hot tub.

Hobbling to the kitchen, Atticus grabbed one of the premade meals from the kitchen at Aegir that he had delivered weekly. He tossed the spanakopita into a pan and onto the heat setting of their custom eight-element stove. He dumped a huge portion of Greek salad followed by two large dollops of tzatziki, his mother’s recipe, onto a plate with the heated pie.

The video replayed as Atticus ate in silence. He was pretty sure the two were now ensconced in the dungeon having the time of their lives while he sat here alone. Maybe this was karma for not getting his knee looked after. When he was done with his meal, Atticus hobbled out to the hot tub, grateful Gregor had splurged on the heated tiles. Navigating the snow in slippers with crutches would have been hazardous.

Luckily Gregor’s generous wallet had also allowed the lid to be raised and lowered with hydraulics which took care of the lid problem. Sliding into the warmth, Atticus set his leg in front of a gentle jet stream and let the water soothe him. His mind drifted to the sea of images posted. Tonight was supposed to be his turn to dip his head and taste her sweet honey.

Atticus growled in frustration. His time was coming and there was no way in hell he’d let her walk until she sampled the full package they were offering. He didn’t give a crap about the job, or her being a PA for Gregor or anyone else. Ati wanted their live-in to be exclusively for them, and he suspected that Claire wanted the same thing. But only time and clear communication would make any of that happen.

He growled again into the night sky. Why couldn’t this damn relapse have held off just a few more days? Feeling sorry for himself and dreaming of Claire’s sexy ass over his lap was getting him nowhere. Finally giving in to his need, Atticus gripped his cock and stroked it, imagining it was Claire’s silky folds gripping his cock instead of his hand.

Feeling immensely better, he pulled himself from the tub and was able to hobble without crutches to the outdoor shower, then thought better of it and went inside. It was too damn cold to shower outside at this time of year.

Showered and back in bed, Atticus took some more drugs and hoped he’d wake up well enough to institute part two of his plan, sealing the deal.

Chapter 14

Gregor

There were no masks to separate them as the morning light made its way through the cracks in the blinds, landing on the beauty beside him. Despite the day ahead being a busy one, Gregor delayed leaving the warm bed, allowing the images of their time together to play like a litany of best hits.

Taking her virginal back hole had definitely been a highlight. But it was her responses to him, so unrehearsed and raw that had Gregor worrying about what happened next.

He still needed to find his way clear of the boss/assistant issue he was hanging on to, only now his dilemma was not about where to place Claire, but more in keeping with keeping her period. He didn’t want her anywhere but with him and Atticus.

But if she worked for him, he’d never get a damn thing done, and no way in hell would he allow Atticus to have her to himself all day long. He would get tied up in knots thinking about all the quality time he’d be missing.

In a perfect world, she’d be tied to the giant bed they added to their guest room. A loosely used term as no guest had ever, nor would ever, stay in that room. The space was designated for their third. It would be her room, and the huge bed was to accommodate three bodies. The idea of fucking that back hole while Atticus tortured those pretty pink nipples of hers had Gregor’s cock springing to life.

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