Page 86 of The More the Merrier

Claire was in his arms, her still warm backside pressed gently against him. He moved his cock to line up with her entrance and massaged her opening with his cock head, happy to find her slick.She’s perfect, he crowed inwardly. Rejoicing in her body’s readiness. Gregor opened her swollen folds, sinking his cock deep inside. Her channel gripped his shaft, and he let loose a low growl.

“Mmm.”

Uttered in her sleep or awake, he wasn’t sure until she lifted her top arm, draping it back so her fingers rested on his hip. Gregor took advantage of the position to play with her nipple. “How’s my queen this morning?” he uttered, enjoying the shivery reaction she had to his voice.

“Purrfect,” she replied in a perfect mewling tone.

“Come here, kitten, come sit on my cock.” She hissed at him when he pulled out of the warm tunnel to lift her up. As punishment, Gregor held her in the air just inches above what she wanted. “Ask nicely, kitten or this little kitty will get the cane instead of the cock.”

She immediately dropped the attitude. “Please, Master, may I sit on your cock?”

Music to his ears. “Open that pretty kitty for me.”

Claire reached down and parted her labia; her inner folds were slick with her dew. That was a sight he could stare at all day long given the chance, but a to-do list a mile long was calling him.

Gregor pressed her down over his cock until he was deeply embedded inside of her. Claire threw her head back, her walls gripping his shaft as they bucked their hips in rhythm.

He drew her chest forward until her plump breasts hung like ripened fruit before him. Suckling one nipple while he played with the other had Claire keening like a siren in seconds. When she gushed, her nectar poured over his cock, setting off his orgasm. He jackknifed in the air, releasing with a roar.

They lay panting in the aftermath. The sun crept ever upwards, catching them in its peek-a-boo glow, a reminder of what needed to happen today. First and foremost, was safety. Gregor always checked the weather report before attending to the needs of his village. If a storm had rolled in during the night or was on its way in, added precautions may be necessary before snowmobiling to the mountains for their outdoor entertainment.

“What is this?”

Gregor almost missed the question, so deep in plans was he. “I’m sorry, what is what?”

“This, Gregor.” Claire opened her arm and waved it at the two of them. “I came here for a job and have spent more time in this dungeon with you than anywhere else. Is this just a festivity and I’m part of the entertainment? I don’t know how this works as I’ve never been a toy for someone else’s pleasure.”

“Someone else’s pleasure. Are you saying you aren’t having pleasure, because if so, I assure you that is a lie, and lying gets you punished, little one.”

His words had the desired effect. Claire’s pupils dilated every time he called herLittleor threatened her with punishment. She may be the right one to take everything he had to dish out. So far, he had zero complaints. Did she have enough Little in her to satisfy Atticus? They still hadn’t had sex, at least not to his knowledge.

“That’s not an answer, Sir.” She stressedsirin such a way as to make it sound like a bad thing.

“Drop the attitude right now, or I’ll birch that backside until you can’t sit for a week.” Gregor issued the threat with enough growl to get her attention. Claire dropped her head, a submissive move that did so much more than demonstrate her position between them but also went far in melting some of the ice around his heart.

He wanted to believe that she was that special person they had been searching for. And although she was a perfect partner for him, he had no idea where Atticus was with all of this, and Claire didn’t know that they were life friends looking for one woman who wanted them equally.

Although it pained him, he may have to set her free if Atticus didn’t feel the same way he did about her.

“You are here, and we are having fun. Where it goes, if anywhere, I don’t know yet, Claire, that remains to be seen. There are things you don’t know about me or Atticus yet that moving forward, you will need to know.”

Gregor was interrupted by his phone buzzing with an incoming text.

We have an issue, Sir, call when you can.

Standing abruptly, Gregor began to grab his clothing. “Claire, I must go. There are some issues that demand my attention. I will see you at the roundabout in the village at noon for the snowmobile trip into the mountains. We can talk more then.”

Gregor escaped out the door and made his way to the office, looking as regal as a king in rumpled clothing could. Still, he was pretty sure that Henry the Eighth, in his prime, never looked this good in his courtly attire, rumpled or not.

His head of security and several others were also still in last night’s wardrobe when he arrived. Gregor was glad he wasn’t the only one having a good time last night.

“What’s going on?”

“At some point in the early hours, we had a partial power outage. The outer village is still being affected.”

“And you have someone working on it obviously, so what’s the problem?”

“There is more; the upper levels where the party is planned for later today got hit with freezing rain last night, the conditions are super slick. One of our event assistants is down with a broken leg from the black ice, and snow is expected later today in the higher elevations.”

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