Gloria Takes Claire Upstairs First

Gloria didn’t wait for debate.

She took Claire’s hand, fingers warm and firm, and led her straight toward the stairs. Claire glanced back once at Phil - still half-hard, still marked by everything that had already happened - and caught the look Gloria threw him over her shoulder.

“Five minutes,” Gloria said, voice smooth and certain. “Bring the toys. The good ones. And don’t keep us waiting.”

Then they were gone up the stairs, Gloria’s heels clicking softly on each step, Claire’s bare feet following.

Phil stood frozen in the living room for a second, heart hammering. Cam was already bouncing on the balls of his feet. Mitchell looked like he was debating whether to flee or pour himself a very strong drink.

Phil didn’t stick around to find out. He bolted for the bedroom they usually kept locked, yanked open the bottom drawer of the nightstand, and grabbed what he knew Claire liked best: the small remote-controlled vibrator, the silk restraints, and the slim glass toy that always made her shake. He shoved them into his pockets, took the stairs two at a time, and stopped outside the master bedroom door.

It was already cracked open.

Inside, Gloria had Claire backed against the dresser. Gloria’s hands were under Claire’s blouse, pushing it up. Claire’s head was tipped back, eyes half-lidded, as Gloria kissed down the side of her neck and murmured something low in Spanish against her skin. Claire’s skirt was already hiked higher. One of Gloria’s thighs had slipped between hers.

Phil stepped in and shut the door behind him.

Gloria looked up, smiled like she’d been expecting him exactly on time, and crooked a finger.

“Good boy,” she said. “Lock it. Then come here and show me what you brought.”

Claire’s eyes met Phil’s over Gloria’s shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and she looked more turned on than she had even when he’d fucked her downstairs with Jay minutes away.

Gloria turned Claire around so her back was to Phil’s chest, then reached down and guided Claire’s hand to the obvious bulge in Phil’s jeans.

“He’s still hard from earlier,” Gloria observed, almost conversational. “And you’re still messy from him. Perfect.” She glanced at the items in Phil’s hands. “Restraints. The remote one. And the glass. Ambitious. I like it.”

She took the silk ties from him and began looping one around Claire’s wrist with practiced ease, securing it to the top of the dresser so Claire was bent forward slightly, ass pushed back toward Phil.

Gloria’s voice dropped. “Phil. On your knees behind your wife. I want her ready again before we go any further.”