Greggory

Greggory grinned, releasing a chuckle when the slave went along with what he’d said, not showing any disdain just yet. He watched him obey what he said and then beckoned for him to follow down the hall, moving to the far room to the left. His playroom. “You’re to pick three items to use today,” he said, “Your reward for being such a good little slave.” He smirked, knowing that due to owning the sex shop, had nearly every item he’d ever need to play with. He was curious what the boy would choose and stood back, “Don’t make me wait too long.”

Greggory smiled to himself when he heard Jett agree, more than pleased to have the slave following along with what he said. “That’s a good boy,” he said, giving him a little praise, though there was no depth to his words. He wanted him calm and relaxed before he truly pounced on the notion of what was going to happen. “We’re here,” he announced as they approached his driveway, leading the slave with a hand on his shoulders in case he decided to run on his own. “Shoes off inside the door,” he informed him with a glance to the side, “We can’t have a worthless slave making a mess now, can we?”

Greggory noted that the slave stayed silent for a moment and found that was pleasing, considering he liked it when they played the role of obedience. But, he found himself disappointed when this one found his footing, putting up the front of a strong slave. Greggory was confident he’d have him pleading and begging like the weak slave he was. “Lovely to meet you Jett, now use my title like a good little slave,” he smirked. Greggory frowned slightly when the slave laughed at his comment, not caring for that in the slightest, “Yes, now be a good boy or I will be your Daddy for the evening.”

Greggory smirked when he answered him, more than pleased to take advantage of the situation. “Yes, of course it is. Not much for a lowly slave to get up to without us vampires to keep them busy,” he said with a low chuckle, “Now, let’s walk and see where it takes us.” He said that knowing full well he lived close by. He slid a hand around the slave’s shoulder and led him in the direction of his home. “What is your name, slave?” he asked curiously, “Mine is Greggory, which you’ll soon learn to know quite well. Not that you’re to call me that, of course. Sir is what I prefer, unless you’d like me to be your Daddy for the afternoon.”

Greggory was just leaving his shop when he stumbled over a slave. He was in a good mood and decided to let it go, but saw how enticed he was by the other. “You’re quite in the way, darling,” he chuckled, reaching to ruffle his hair, “It’s a pity to think I was once busy. But now you’ve got my attention.” He dropped his hand down to the slave’s collar and gave it a tug, “Certainly you aren’t too busy for me, are you?”

Greggory nodded his head in acknowledgement of the fight, “Very entertaining, did make it worth my while.” He gestured towards the bartender, giving the vampire an easy grin. He gave his order as well and waited impatiently for the bartender to comply for them. “Does make it a little better. Perhaps I’ll place a bet on you next time as well.” He didn’t prefer to think of himself as unlucky and frowned at the thought. “Off night, we’ll say, not unlucky. Luck tends to be on my side,” he smirked, “And you?”

Greggory smirked at this wolf’s demeanor, amused by him entirely and having no intention of being thrown off by it. He enjoyed getting the wolves riled up, which made it a game to him. “Perhaps I was bored,” he smirked into his drink, “And you’ve continued the conversation by replying. Perhaps you are bored as well.” He took a long swig of his drink and turned to look at the foil smelling wolf, “What’s your name, since we’re still on pleasantries?”

Greggory watched the obedient slave undress, not taking his eyes away from what was belonging to him for the time being. She was a beautiful one, perfect curves and skin that ached to be marked up. “Very nice,” he said, giving her the praise she’d earned by being so obedient, knowing how to warm up a giving slave. She folded her clothing and waited to see how she’d kneel, and it was just what he wanted. Still, it was too soft and he strode towards her, swiftly taking her hair into his hand and tilted her head back roughly, “I’m going to make good use of you and you’re going to thank me and beg for more, aren’t you, darling?” he spoke as though it was obvious of her purpose, “Now crawl down the hall. Last door on the left is the playroom. You’ll see all my beautiful toys.”

Greggory continued to run his fingers through the slave’s hair, soothing him until he was ready to make use of him. He preferred to do things like way, come off as charming when he knew full well he was anything but that. He continued to sit at the sofa when the slave answered him. “I think you are correct and you want that, don’t you, darling?” he asked, full well he wanted the boy to be a good one for him. “You want to make me feel good about our time together, and I have no doubt that you’ll obey each of my whims.” With that, he gave his hair a firm tug to tilt his head back so he was looking up at him, “Now, undo my pants, darling.”

Greggory could see that he might’ve had the product sold, but there was nothing wrong with a little demonstration. “Oh, no. I have an employee stocking in the back,” he smirked, “She’s used to being put on display. Just a moment, darling.” He went to the back to gain access to the desired employee, tugging her out and to her knees by the collar on her throat. “What would you like to see? She’s quite willing to help.”

Greggory knew his ex wouldn’t be happy to see him, but that amused him exponentially. He loved to rile her up and make her lose her normally pleasant demeanor. At one time, he’d been far too generous with her, and he loved to remind her of the fact. “That’s right, darling. I am incredibly charming,” he commented, walking up to her at a steady pace until he was standing behind her. His lips moved to her ear, whispering, “I believe that’s how I won you over, my darling.”

Greggory could see this one was going to be different than others he’d played and toyed with, considering how easily she agreed to be in his company. “That’s very good, darling,” he said smoothly, able to put on the charm, “Now, come along. I know you don’t want to keep me waiting for a lowly slave.” He beckoned her to follow closely as they walked the rest of the way to his home, not saying a word, to keep her in anticipation. “Shoes off,” he said when they were at the entrance and shut the door behind her. Turning to face her, he grinned mischievously, “Now, strip. Naked.”

There was no doubt that Greggory was in one of his moods, and this slave was unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once inside, he watched the slave remove his shoes and then Greggory gestured him to come close. “Kneel by the sofa,” he instructed, walking away with the belief that the other would obey as he’d said. He put on a pot of water for some tea, something to soothe himself and once it was done, poured a cup and walked back to the living area to meet the slave. “What do you think I’m going to do to you tonight, darling?” he asked, giving Reed’s hair a gentle ruffle, teasing in a way.