She grinned, “Can’t wait, just need to work it out with Elena, see if she likes my idea. Oh, I have a surprise for you, Bonnie’s not the only one learning new tricks.”

  It took her a bit longer than Bonnie’s casual and instant exercise of magical power, and it happened over several seconds. I felt a tingling sensation, as the stickiness, sweat, scent of sex, and even the wet spot on the sheets slowly faded, and her warm body and silken skin felt perfect against mine, and pristine.

  “That’s a handy skill for a naughty good girl to have.”

  She giggled, “Yes, sir. It is. I’d love to make another mess, but the office setup crew just got here with the stuff.”

  “Wards?”

  She kissed me with a deep sigh of joyful contentment, “Yes. I felt them drive onto the property a minute ago, no doubt Bonnie or Elena took care of the gate.”

  We both reluctantly got up, and she smiled at me warmly as she found the naughty black lace and red silk lingerie bra and panty set. It was crotchless, and the bra was nothing more than a thin net of lace and silk that went across her nipples, and it left the tops and bottoms of her breasts completely bare for the most part.

  The red silk was also almost completely sheer. Of course, after pulling on her Mauve pencil skirt and sleeveless white blouse with spaghetti straps that had high coverage up to her neck, she looked professional.

  She asked, “Why are you staring so hard?”

  “I like the view? Plus, I wanted to make sure that blouse was as thick as I believed it was, and the lingerie underneath didn’t show.”

  It didn’t. Despite being white, the red and black of her lingerie wasn’t apparent at all.

  She grinned, “You’re actually pretty good at picking out clothes. I really enjoy wearing what you make me wear, it makes me feel cared for and owned by you, and I do feel naughty with this lingerie on under it.”

  I patted her ass proprietarily and stole a warm kiss.

  She whispered, “I love that too, it makes me feel warm, and owned too.”

  “And I love you, naughty angel.”

  She blushed, and her voice was a bit thick with sultry as she said, “We should go, before we don’t go at all.”

  I nodded in agreement and gave her a wicked grin, as I took her hand and we headed downstairs.

  Chapter Nine

  They weren’t what I’d been expecting. I figured it’d be a couple of guys in casual clothes and a truck that delivered furniture. It was a whole professional looking setup team of three men in button down shirts, slacks, and ties. They carried up the desks sure enough, and they got them setup to our satisfaction. They were solid oak and nice, they set them up in the far corners of the room, facing out at an angle.

  So both the door, and Elena and I would be in our normal range of view at all times. The wide and bright window was behind us at an angle, and there was enough room for a third desk to be placed between ours. They weren’t done though yet, they also set up a printer stand, cable management for power and the mansion’s network, and a waist high cabinet and sideboard.

  At that point, all we needed was the laptops and office supplies, which were dropped off while the guys were still working. They all enjoyed the view, and it didn’t bother me all that much. I was beyond confident in my mates and trusted them. Male jealousy had a lot to do with not trusting other men, but the idea of human men being able to physically or otherwise coerce a witch and two demigoddesses was a laughable scenario.

  In short, there was truly no threat.

  After they left, Maggie said, “I have some things to do. Both to get ready for later, and business upkeep I’ve been putting off. Plus, I need to get the ball rolling on the publishing and editing business setup. Why don’t you get the laptops setup while I do that?”

  I nodded, and I kind of got it. We’d spent almost every moment together, and perhaps she’d been only doing the minimum necessary. Now that Elena and I had our own stuff to do and author idea to pursue, she’d feel less like she was abandoning us.

  “Sounds like a plan, it’ll take some time to get all this setup.”

  I was hardly an IT expert, but I knew enough to get the Mac laptops setup and backing up to the time machine device she’d bought. I also got us setup on a family iCloud space so we could share documents and notes. The data would be on both laptops, the cloud, and backed up, so between it all we didn’t have to worry about losing it to a computer failure.

  While I was doing that, Elena got the network printer up, and put away all the office supplies in the cabinets and drawers.

  “How about Muse Publications?” I asked.

  Bonnie giggled, and Elena said, “Perfect.”

  I took some time setting up accounts on Google, Apple, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, and a bunch of other e-book retailers, though I’d have to go back through them all again later to add the tax information and business accounts once Maggie had those setup for us. Elena was hardly idle while I did that, setting up advertising accounts under the same name on Facebook and other advertising spaces.

  That was it for me as publisher and Elena as advertising, though she also downloaded software to build covers. Bonnie would be the one setting up the business software, so sales could be tallied by author and the proper payouts made, not to mention she’d be added to our document space for editing.

  Almost all of it was on Apple, but we wound up downloading and using Microsoft Word for the actual writing and we’d use a shared OneNote notebook for book and series notes, outlines, and collaborative efforts. There were better publishing tools to make the books prettier, but Bonnie would handle that part of it during editing, and they all converted word documents.

  It was a start.

  I said, “I was thinking an urban fantasy. Our world is hidden but would make a great fiction book, wouldn’t it?”

  Elena snorted, “No one would buy that crap, too unbelievable. We need something better than that.”

  Bonnie nodded and winked saucily, “Totally. Plus, humans would never believe how decadent our world truly is, even if parts of theirs puts our sex life to shame.”

  I frowned, they were probably right, “Alright, any better ideas?”

  Elena and I swapped ideas back and forth, slowly getting more and more narrowly specific. I’d guess Bonnie got a little bored with the creative process unfolding before her. Before I realized what she was doing she was underneath my desk and sucking me off with a dreamy look of contentment on her face at the feel of my cock in her mouth and sliding along her lips. She let out the sexiest muffled wanton moans of enjoyment from her talented mouth. After she’d drained me dry and packed me away, she shared the bounty of my pleasure in a hot kiss with Elena, and then proceeded to get under Elena’s desk and lick her out.

  Despite the wondrous distraction of our golden blonde bombshell, we made some progress toward our first collaboration.

  Elena stood up and straightened her trashy bordering on elegant red dress. It had a deep V neckline that revealed a lot of her creamy tanned B cup cleavage, with a neck strap holding it up. The bottom of the dress was a V as well, an upside down one. It barely reached mid-thigh in the middle, but it went down at an angle around both legs to lower thigh as it reached the outside of her legs.

  She came over and sat in my lap with a warm look in her sultry dark brown eyes, and on her exotically beautiful face. She was light, a hundred pounds wet at five feet and an inch, and her petite curvy body felt good in my arms.

  Bonnie smiled sweetly and exuberantly as she watched us stare into one another’s eyes for a long moment, and said cutely, “I’m going to check on Maggie,” who of course was in an office right down the hall from ours. Bonnie kissed us both, winked with an excited smile, and left the room.

  Elena smiled fondly and we both watched her long legs and tight pear-shaped ass as she gracefully walked from the room with an excited swish in her hips. It was that view and Elena’s hot petite body sitting in my lap that woke my cock up, and I was sure Elena felt it pushing up into her bubbled ass.

  “She’s amazing.”

  I nodded in agreement, “So are you, kitten.”

  She bit her lip, and she wiggled a bit as she moved to straddle me. The sides of her dress rode up high as she reached between us and fished me out. My Maggie hadn’t been lying at all about it being all three of them with the beauty treatments. My exotic sexpot was impossibly tight, I’d felt looser virgins, but she was soaked and more than ready to take me in with the aid of her recent completion easing the way. She stretched so tautly around me, with a loving and needy desire in her eyes, along with slight discomfort and more than a little delight at my size and the pleasures it engendered in her.

  She smiled seductively and warmly, her eyes bright as our bodies finally joined fully, and the sensations of her viselike constrictions already had me on the edge.

  She sighed in deep satisfaction, “I needed this. It feels selfish, our alone time is tomorrow, but I needed you inside me.”

  I said, “I’m yours, my sexy kitten,” lost in her dark chocolate brown eyes, and the feel of her slight movements working my cock deliciously. She was so impossibly tight as every small movement felt like a powerful milking grind and sent shocks of pleasure throughout my body.

  Her pleasure hooded eyes told me I wasn’t the only one as she slowly rode me with an awed and submissive love and needy lust.

  “My cum-supply? Because that’s what I really need, your hot cum filling me, warming me.”

  I nodded, “I’m anything you need, Elena. You are a wicked kitten, more impishly naughty than you’ve been letting me see, aren’t you?”

  Sex must’ve been an artform, because it really was giving me new insights into my mates needs in bed. Not as specifically in love and pleasure as Bonnie’s blessing must, but hints and a general sense of her needs. It also told me why my nymph goddesses were so close to Aphrodite.

  She bit her lip, “It’s not that I was hiding it, it was hiding from me too, love. I’ve never acted so slutty before, not with my words anyway. It’s a part of myself no man had ever brought to light before. You expose all of me, as I’m completely yours. Because you’re my mate, and I’ve never had a mate before, but it’s more than that too.

  “Just like Maggie never imagined making soft sweet love and actually enjoying it. You bring it out of us, making us feel safe, cherished, and possessed, with such surety for the future and our everlasting love,” she leaned forward and whispered in her naturally sultry voice that was a bit breathy, “So, yes, I’m a wickedly playful kitten for you, and a completely shameless slut for you too. I long to be owned by you, in our love life anyway.”

  I grinned, “Right, no dressing you allowed.”

  She smirked playfully, “But feel free to use my body at your whim, and fill me often with that delightful cum, that very much belongs to you.”

  She blew my mind, they all did. All three of them so different in personality, but all of them submissive, loving to be claimed possessively, and all of them wildly naughty and dirty in bed, in different ways but with very similar emotional needs.

  She added naughtily, “Or, cover my body. Mark me with your sticky nasty seed.”

  I twitched hard.

  She gasped in mock shock, while she drew a moan from my mouth with a powerful grind.

  “You’d enjoy that,” she mock accused, “Wouldn’t you, pervert. Covering my beautiful face and perky tits with your hot sticky cum?”

  I twitched hard again, and I spanked her firmly.

  She giggled wickedly at my body’s betrayal on my opinion of that idea, “We’ll have to do that, I bet Maggie would enjoy it too, and we could clean each other up with our tongues.”

  “Anything you need, Elena.”

  She smiled knowingly, “I think we’d all like that.”

  I said, “Wicked kitten,” slouched down and gripped her sexy ass tighter, and then started to work her harder from below. Not quite full bore, but I was drilling her firmly as she started to bounce delightedly on my cock. At the same time, the loving surrender and devotion in her eyes, and the warmth in my heart, made it lovemaking. Despite my firm and quickened strokes, and the dirty subject matter we’d been discussing, we weren’t fucking. There was a deep intimate connection and need.

  “You’re so tight, won’t last long, love.”

  She nodded, “I know, and I’m going to enjoy being this tight for you two days a month before I become just snug again. It feels as good to me love, the way you pull so firmly at my walls despite the slick lubrication, and the way my sex is so tautly stretched out around you. Just fill me, it’ll make me cum with you, I’m right on the edge for you already,” she said breathily.

  She added in panting gasps, “Please give me your cum. I’ll be a good kitten, but I need it. I… oh goddess, I love you!”

  Her own orgasm triggered mine instead, as her tight sex squeezed and milked the cum out of me, and I started to paint her insides with pulse after pulse of creamy thick liquid ecstasy. Her eyes looked as mesmerized and lost in pleasure as mine felt, and the transported transcendence of surrender and bliss on her face was enthralling as I pumped her full of my seed.

  She blushed as we came down, “Perfect,” she purred as she leaned into me and kissed me in a teasingly languid and sinfully sweet way.

  “Love you too,” I murmured into her mouth, “My wicked kitten,” as I deepened the kiss, just as loving and sinfully sweet, but more passionate than teasing.

  She said, “I’m looking forward to this. So excited about writing with you, and the rest.”

  “Me too, love.”

  She beamed, and when she rose up off of me, she slithered down my body to her knees, and playfully nosed my cock like a kitten, getting our mixed cum on her cheek with a naughty smile on her face. Then she licked me clean in a kittenish way, and then packed me away. My Elena was a stubborn and sometimes tempestuous woman out of bed, but she was delightfully loving, submissive, and sweet in our sex life.

  Then she stood up and straightened her dress.

  She winked, “Bonnie or Maggie can clean me up, until then I’ll be wearing you on my face and also dripping from my sex. It makes me feel naughty, owned, and quite warm inside.”

  I shook my head, and grinned, “You’re incredible, love.”

  She cackled, “Truth. I also don’t recognize myself. I’m two years older than you. I’ve had my share of lovers before meeting my mates, but I’ve never felt like this before.”

  It was getting late, so we collected the others, who did clean up Maggie after teasing her a little, and then we headed down for lunch.

  Lunch was delicious, homemade chicken fried steak, sour cream mashed potatoes with cheese, and cornbread. The four of us ate at the kitchen table.

  “Great job on lunch, Mags. It’s delicious.”

  Maggie grinned, “Thanks. The process will take time, but I should have those business accounts cleared, as well as large escrow account set up by tomorrow. I’ll also help Bonnie set up that business software when her laptop gets in. Oh, the company name you thought of is adorable, Bonnie told me you wanted to name it Muse publications. I checked though, and someone is already using it and has a web presence, which could get confusing, and would even be illegal if they have it patented.

  “So. How about Nine Muses Publications instead?” she asked.

  I nodded, “Perfect, better than the original name, love. I should be able to change that easily on the accounts I set up, when I add the deposit accounts for sales royalties.”

  Elena said, “I like that one too.”

  Bonnie said exuberantly, “Me three.”

  Maggie said, “I’ve also got the jet on standby, checked out and ready to fuel, as well as the pilots on call and ready to go at a moment’s notice for the next few days. The spell setup is done as well for late this afternoon.”

  “What kind of jet?”

  Maggie shrugged, “Corporate, a small Gulfstream G450, seats eight, small kitchen, internet connectivity and television, along with satellite radio. Mine has four comfortable leather seats around a wood table across from a waist high long cabinet full of drawers for luggage and refreshments, and in the back in a separate cabin a long four-seater bench couch which will double as a bed for a nap or,” she grinned alluringly, “Other activities. Across from the couch is two more leather flight seats. It’s all light oak, dark brown leather, and a creamy light brown carpet.”

  Bonnie asked, “Do you fly a lot?”

  She shook her head, “Not really, I inherited it. I’ve used it to fly around, for vacations, but most of my business interests and my previous life as a pleasure slut happened right here.”

  Elena snickered, “You’re still a pleasure slut, just ours.”

  Maggie winked, “But I figured out renting it to rich people who didn’t want to bother owning their own but hate flying commercial pays for the maintenance on the plane. Plus gas and pilot pay, for my own vacations free and clear, with quite a bit of leftover to invest elsewhere thanks to the fact I own it free and clear. I’m sure we’ll use it whenever we want to take a few days during the week off.”

  “That makes sense, weekends are for the coven, and as authors we can make our days off whenever we want.”

  Maggie nodded, “That’s the idea.”

  Bonnie shook her head, “You’re all going to totally spoil me.”

  “That’s the goal.”

  Bonnie giggled.

  I said, “I feel that way myself sometimes. I imagine I’ll feel very spoiled, the first time we’re all in the Caribbean with you three in bikinis on the beach.”

  Elena cackled, “Truth.”

  All the time really. Three gorgeous insatiable mates, one of them rich. I didn’t give a shit about the money, I really didn’t, but I couldn’t deny I enjoyed the mansion, hot tub, and now a private jet? Of course, it all had a bill, a crazy dangerous world that tweaked my morality at times, especially what was going on over at the Oak Circle coven. A world I had to fight and even kill to survive in, and that just may kill me one day. Sure, I’d been ready for our car to blow up, but I’d have to stay vigilant and one day the car might just blow up when I wasn’t shielding us. Anytime we left the mansion I’d have to be ready for that kind of thing.