The one who took me under her wing when I took those first few steps out of the nest.
Now, she knelt in front of me.
She was my good girl.
Her hands were behind her back, shoulders up, back straight… her blue eyes watched me as I circled back around to stand in front of her.
She didn’t speak… because she knew what this was.
I turned away from her, walked at a leisurely pace to my desk, grabbed the chair that Emiko had been using, and dragged it back over to her. Dropping it on all fours and positioning it to face her, I sat down so that I wasn’t too far removed from eye level with her.
I traced a finger along the edge of the choker collar, enjoying the silken feel of her skin. It fit tightly against her throat, and I couldn’t help wondering how she stood to wear it.
The collar stretched as I slipped my index finger between it and her soft throat, and I gave it an experimental tug—there was some elasticity to it.
Helen resisted leaning forward as I tugged on her collar, keeping her back straight as she stared at me with those crisp blue eyes. I was careful not to snap it against her. I released it and brushed some hair behind her ear.
“Has anyone commented on it?”
“No, Sir,” she said.
“No one?” I asked, surprised.
“Well,” Helen said, “one of the girls at YPV asked where I got it from. She said it was cute.”
“Cute?” I asked.
“I was wearing a brooch on it. It looked vintage.”
“Karl hasn’t said anything?” I asked. “William?”
“I haven’t seen them, Sir.”
I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up so that I could get a good look at how the collar looked across her extended neck.
“How do you think they would feel to learn that their partner was my property?” I asked.
“I…” Something about the way she hesitated made me realize that I’d struck a nerve. In many ways, she had been under her husband's control for years. Roger had used her as little more than a party favor for potential and existing clients. William and Karl had known something of it, but had turned a blind eye.
“It’s not the same, Helen,” I said, turning her face so that she had no choice but to look at me.
“He trapped you. You didn't know what you were getting into. I put a collar on your neck, but at least I told you exactly what you were getting, and you agreed to it.”
“I know,” Helen said. She kept her gaze fixed on me, but I could tell that it was an effort to maintain eye contact.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
There was the barest hint of hesitation… as if she were checking in with herself before committing to the answer. Then she nodded—faint at first, then with more conviction. “Yes.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Sir,” she finished, a ghost of a smile playing about her lips.
“Where’s the egg?” I asked.
“Inside of me,” Helen said, some of that trepidation in her eyes giving way to smolder.
“Take it out,” I said.
She reached between her legs without hesitation as she raised off her heels and nearly came up to my eye level. Her face was suddenly much closer to mine as she slid the crotch of her panties aside and slid her fingers deep inside herself. I could feel her breath on my face… smell her scent. I caught every hitch in her breathing and ragged gasp as she hovered close enough to kiss.
She was teasing me while following my orders perfectly.
Trust a dominant woman to know how to be the perfect submissive.
A small whimper escaped her lips, almost covering up a wet squelching sound.
Then Helen dropped back on her heels as she presented me with a plastic egg covered in her juices. Her palm and three of her fingers were also coated, and the scent of her was strong.
I looked at it, then back up to her and said, “You expect me to touch it like that? Clean it off.”
Helen took it between two of her fingers, held it up, and without breaking eye contact, ran her tongue up the length of the small vibrator. Then she did it again—long, slow licks that collected her juices from off the surface of the device. Her lips followed suit, slurping… catching strands of arousal that clung to toy and fingers alike. It was wet and messy.
It was fucking hot, and I watched every single moment of it.
Once she cleaned it off, she dropped the little toy in her clean hand and proceeded to lick and suck the juices off her fingers before presenting me with the device.
I plucked it from her hand and slid it into my pocket. It was time someone else had a turn with it.
“Did you do what I said?” I asked. “Did you keep it inside you the entire time?”
“I told you, Sir. I had to take it out so that the others could find you.” Helen tried to effect an innocent look as she said it, but the toll her wicked life had taken on her made that seem an impossibility. She always looked like she could seduce Christ himself.
“What did I tell you?” I asked. “Repeat the orders I gave you.”
“You told me not to take it out,” Helen said, her voice low… husky.
“Did you take it out?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
I sat back in the chair. “Stand up.”
Helen looked a little unsure of herself, which was beautiful on a woman who always seemed so self-assured. However, to her credit, she got to her feet a heartbeat later.
From the very first time I saw her naked, I knew she had an exquisite body, but her time with me was transforming it into even more of a thing of beauty. As with many of the other women in my orbit, Tara had created a diet and exercise plan for Helen that had started to produce spectacular results. Before, her body had been a work of art. Now it was just insane. A combination of yoga, resistance training, and lots of cardio in the form of sex had resulted in the body of a woman at least ten years younger.
“Come here,” I said, spreading my legs.
Helen obeyed, stepping forward so that her knees brushed the inside of my legs as she stepped inside my personal space. I leaned forward and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear, dragging them south, over her hips. Her skin was warm and smooth as the cream it resembled, and as I dragged her panties toward her knees, I was given a visual treat.
Her pussy had been shaved bare save a small landing strip just above lips already swollen, pink, and coated in arousal. I thought the smell of her sex was strong on her hand. Being this close to her cunt… I could practically taste it in the air.
Helen stepped out of her panties, and I looked back up at her. Her breathing was growing ragged as she stared down at me, her blonde hair like a golden waterfall around her face.
I placed a hand on her hip and guided her out from between my legs and had her stand next to me. She complied as I turned her facing me and said, “Bend over my lap.”
She compressed her lips into a thin line, licked them, and did as she was told, draping her body over my knees so that her ass stuck in the air.
I gently placed a hand on her firm, round ass… almost revrently, as I pressed my fingers into her supple skin. I cupped her face with my other hand and guided her to look at me.
“First off,” I said, my voice low, “thank you for listening. You’re the reason I’m back, and I’ll never forget what your obedience has done for me.”
I meant every word. That Chloe’s plan had actually worked was nothing short of unbelievable, and I could very well be captured or dead if it wasn’t for Helen’s vigilance. The fact that she kept it inside of her all this time was a testament to her discipline and devotion.
That’s what I wanted her to turn Bobbi into—the image of the two of them completely devoted, kneeling at my feet as golden firelight played off their skin…
“You did take it out, though,” I said. “For a good reason, but it was still disobedience.”
God… the fire in her eyes. There was a minuscule pressure on my leg as she ground it against my crotch. If the dynamics between us hadn’t shifted so much, I could have sworn she would be tearing my clothes off right now.
“I want you to count each strike.”
It was standard Dom/sub fare… nothing crazy, but then this report between us was new, and given her history, I thought it best to take it slow. Besides… I wasn’t mad that she hadn’t followed the letter of my law—not in this case.
Still cradling her face in my hand so that we continued to gaze at each other, I swiftly brought my hand down on her ass. A loud crack sounded in the otherwise quiet study.
She flinched but didn’t blink. “One.”
I struck her again, making full contact with my palm on her right ass cheek—harder this time.
“Two.” Her eyes fluttered shut, and I felt her drive her groin into my leg a little more firmly.
“Three,” she said, gritting her teeth through the sting of pain as I struck her again. She chewed on her bottom lip as she continued to look up at me with those twin azure flames.
I struck again, landing a blow on the underside of her other ass cheek and left my fingers there, lingering on her warm skin.
“Four.” She finally looked away, and I let her face slide from my grasp. Instead, I placed my hand on top of her head, running my fingers across her soft hair. I simultaneously slid my fingers down the steep curve of her ass, running them up her inner thigh until my forefinger made contact with her pussy lips. I ran the pad of my finger between them; her cunt was so slick with arousal that it clided across them like an figure skater across ice.
A moan of pure ache sounded, and Helen tried to press herself onto my finger, but it was too late. I brought the finger to my lips and enjoyed the taste of her desire and submission.
My cock needed to find its way inside her. Soon.
“Five,” she said, shuddering as I brought my hand down on her ass again, pausing to massage her buttock… squeeze it. Claim it. She was mine. I kept having to remind myself that I owned Helen VanCamp.
I would never have dreamed this would be our fate when we first met.
Another strike. “Six.”
Another. Harder. “Ugh! Seven!”
I gave her ass anther quick, firm squeeze. Then swatted it again.
“Eight!”
Another—the hardest one yet across both cheeks.
“Nnng! Nine!” she gasped.
I raised my hand high in the air and prepared for the final strike, waiting a beat longer than necessary. Both her creamy cheeks were stained pink by my blows, and I couldn’t decide which one needed it more.
“Get up,” I growled.
She looked up at me in confusion, her eyes darting from my raised hand to my face, but only hesitated a fraction of a second before sliding off my lap and settling to her knees in front of me. She gazed up at me, and I could see the wheels turning.
-Slap-
The hand across her face took her by surprise, and she raised her hand to touch her cheek as if trying to process what I’d just done.
“You should know why I did that more than anyone else?” I said, leaning forward in my seat.
She brought her fingers away from her cheek and looked up at me. “Because… I was enjoying it a little too much.”
Again… trust the Dom to know how to be a good sub.
“You know as well as I do that this was hardly more than foreplay,” I said. My voice was thick with desire to take her, and I had to lean into discipline to restrain myself. “You just needed a small reminder of what this was supposed to be.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. The humiliation in her eyes giving way as desire once again took over.
I stood up and stepped forward so that my crotch was less than a foot from her head. “Now, serve me.”
Helen gingerly reached for my waist, moving the hem of my shirt out of the way so that she could fumble with my belt buckle. It released with a soft clink; the sound of the zipper followed soon after. In one fluid motion, my pants and boxers were dragged down my legs, leaving me bare to the study’s cool air.
My cock stood rigid, pulsing in the cool air between us. Helen looked up at me and smiled… she knew that hardon was meant for her.
She leaned in and pressed her face to my length, peering around it playfully as if she were hiding behind it. I fought a little smile, trying to maintain that persona of dominance, but it was difficult when she looked so happy.
I would have murdered to see what was going on in her head.
She tilted her head back, running her face up the length of my cock, her bottom lip catching on my sensitive skin as she traveled to the tip. Then she kissed it—open-mouthed, soft, and wet. It was reverent and lingering… like a prayer.
Jesus Christ… no one worshiped a cock quite like my Helen.
The mushroom head slipped past her lips, and I felt her tongue lathe around its girth as she took a quarter of an inch inside her mouth on the first plunge. Her icy blue eyes slid up to meet mine, and she moaned, the vibrations sending chills up my spine.
A gentle hand cupped my sack, holding my balls and lightly massaging them as she pulled back, her lips dragging along my length until they rested on the ridge of my purple head. I felt the tip of her tongue run along the small slit at the top of my member…
And then she plunged back down, taking half my cock.
Up and down, she began working my length, humming and never breaking eye contact with me—her owner.
She brought her free hand to the base of my dick, slathering her saliva around it and twisting it in a loose grip.
“Fuck… I’ve missed you, baby,” I groaned, rolling my head back and closing my eyes. I ran my hand through her hair. Every feeling… her tongue rolling around my girth… her fingernails lightly running over my sack… I wanted more… I needed fucking more.
My belt made a swishing sound as I pulled it out of the loops of my pants and held it in my hand like a whip. It distracted Helen, who had been backing off me, and she started to turn her head to see what I was doing.
I whipped the belt around the back of her head before she could take her mouth off my cock. I caught the tail end with the other hand.
“Don’t you dare,” I growled as I tugged on the belt, forcing her to take another inch of my instrument back between her beautiful lips. “You’re not finished.”
She instinctively raised a hand to the base of my shaft.
“Hands behind your back,” I snapped.
She dropped both of them and clasped them at the small of her back as she hung there, poised on the edge of complete surrender to my will. Her lips wrapped my member in loving warmth and her tongue caressed the underside like a reverent kiss.
I tightened my belt around her head, pulling her lips another half inch around my dick when the door clicked open.
“Corner,” I said without looking up or stopping what I was doing.
A soft exhale. The quiet click of the door closing, footsteps ghosting across the floor.
Erin obeyed as quickly as Helen.
My good little girl twitched in Erin’s direction, and I increased the pressure on the belt.
“Don’t mind her,” I murmured. “She’s just here to see you for what you are.”
A whispered exhalation came from the corner. I ignored it for now.
For the moment, Helen was all that existed.
I pulled tighter still as inch after inch of my erection slid past her gorgeous lips. Her nostrils flared, and tears rimmed her eyes. I could feel her throat flutter on the head of my dick.
I didn’t let up. Didn’t stop… not until I had my entire cock buried in her throat.
I recalled the last time this had happened. I’d been sitting in this very room, flirting with her daughter on speakerphone. Helen had been between my legs with her lips pressed to my crotch, massaging my member with her esophagus.
I remembered her face was a mess by the time we were done, seeking forgiveness for her transgressions in my pleasure.
This time?
There was no transgression. Only obedience.
She coughed around my cock. I felt her try to back off and gripped the belt tighter. She coughed again, spittle and precum spilling from the corners of her mouth and running down her nose. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, darkened with mascara.
Her blue eyes fluttered, but never left mine.
I had to give her credit—her hands hadn’t left her back.
Helen had always been so cruel… egging me on to force myself into Erin’s tight little ass… whispering to my darker nature and driving me to new heights of forbidden pleasure with Bobbi. She took so much pleasure in pushing others.
Another cough. I could feel her throat constrict around my prick, trying to eject it from her throat.
It was time she was pushed… made to endure… bend… break.
It was time to rebuild her—as mine.
The belt slipped free from my grasp and Helen ejected off my cock, throwing herself back on her heels and almost falling on her back had she not caught herself. She rolled over on her knees and coughed—wet, pitiful sounds as saliva drizzled along the floor.
I stepped out of my pants, knelt next to her, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, hauling her back so that she looked up into my face.
Grabbing her by her chin, I smeared her lips with her own spittle. “How about it, baby girl? You still want to be owned by me?”
I hooked my fingers through her collar. “You still want to wear this?”
Her eyes were wide, blue pools that burned as she stared back at me. She opened her mouth, and I slid my thumb between her lips. Her tongue lolled around it, and she let out a low moan, still breathing heavily after what I’d done to her.
She rattled a cough once more as I extracted my thumb from her mouth, then said, “Please, Master.”
“What?” I asked.
“Please cum in your girl.”
I stood up without another moment’s hesitation, her hair still in my fist.
“Erin!”
My assistant was leaning against the dark paneled wood of my study. Her pants were undone, and she had one hand tucked inside, buried between her legs. She was chewing on her lip and staring at us in desperate fascination.
“Sir?” she said, yanking her hand from her pants as if something red hot had been inside them.
“Come here,” I said, making my way to the backless chaise resting near the globe.
“Nng!” Helen was half-dragged along with me as I clutched her hair like a leash. I tossed her onto it, and she rolled onto her back, still staring wide-eyed.
I turned to see where Erin was and almost barreled into her. She stared up at me, licking her lips nervously as she clutched a coil of rope to her chest.
“Tie her to the bench,” I said and turned my attention back to Helen.
“Roll over,” I commanded.
As soon as she did as I instructed, I grabbed one ankle and pulled her down the chaise until her waist was on the edge. Her legs dropped so that her knees rested on the carpeted floor.
“Start here,” I said to Erin, pointing to her legs, and then stalked to the other side of the bench. Reaching over her, I unhooked the strap at the back of her bra and watched it spring free, then I crouched down in front of Helen, who was looking at me as if she wondered who the fuck I was.
“Arms forward,” I ordered. Once again, she complied without hesitation, presenting her wrists so that they were pressed against each other. I reached for the straps on her shoulders, drew the bra off her arms, and discarded it, leaving her completely bare.
Erin was still busy tying her thighs to the legs of the chaise, so I grasped her wrists in both of my hands and waited.
“What do you think of Emiko?” I asked, making my tone more conversational.
That seemed to surprise her. “Emiko?”
“The woman you introduced me to today?”
“I… she’s perfect for the position,” Helen said, looking a little confused.
“I don’t think I’ve met anyone quite like her,” I said.
We studied each other for several heartbeats.
“She said she would be ideal for managing my girls. I guess that includes you.”
I watched her reaction closely. Helen was still an enigma to me. It was clear that our dynamic had shifted. For me, I had always felt like a first among equals with her. She knew more about the world I lived in. We shared a submissive. I would never have considered lending her to Astrid in a million years. I would’ve handed Bobbi over without blinking—but Helen? I never even imagined letting another man touch her.
Helen was still special, but that feeling of first among equals had broken… at least when it was just the two of us.
I glanced at Erin.
Well… three of us.
She would be my collared queen. Outside of our relationship, not much really changed. There was just a reframing. Helen had always held power in my house, but because of the respect I had for her. Now, that power wore my collar. Everyone would know it every time they looked at her neck, but everyone would respect her all the same.
It was a tenuous, nuanced dance that I would have never considered, but Emiko inspired me.
I didn’t know where that left Emiko in the scheme of things, but I didn’t need all the answers right now.
“She’s done, sir,” Erin said, peering over Helen.
“Any extra left in that rope?” I asked.
“Plenty.”
There was plenty of space under the chaise, so I waved my hand underneath it. “Toss me the rest of the rope under here. Then prep her for me.”
The silk rope hit my hand, and I pulled the ends out from under the furniture and began to whip them around Helen’s wrists, pulling out all the slack so her arms were stretched out in front of her, bound to the furniture.
“Oh…”
Helen’s gasp turned into a moan, her eyes slid shut, and the dread on her face melted into ecstasy. Erin had gotten to work.
“Oh, she’s good, isn’t she?” I said, stroking her cheek with the back of my knuckles. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me as she chewed on her lip. Her eyebrows were canted upward, and there was a desperate look in her eyes.
I finished tying off the rope and took a moment to admire my work. My beautiful girl was stretched across the padded bench; her fair skin and light blonde hair clashing with the dark leather upholstery. I smoothed down her hair, and she nuzzled into my hand like a cat waiting to be fed. It was hard to remember she was a partner at a powerful firm.
Once again, she reminded me of Bobbi.
“Oh God,” she whispered, dropping her head as she arched her back and tried to press her ass back toward the little silver bun peeking over the valley between Helen’s taut ass cheeks.
“Don’t get her off, yet,” I said, still stroking Helen’s hair.
“Mmm,” came Erin’s muffled reply.
Another sharp gasp from Helen, and I grasped her hair and hauled her head up so that she was forced to look at me. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, my tone sharp.
“I’m gonna—” Helen breathed.
“Stop!” I barked. Erin immediately pulled away from Helen’s ass, sitting back on her heels as she peered at me. Her dark eyes were full of wariness and unmistakable lust. The way her shoulder moved, I could tell she was playing with herself.
“Ghh,” Helen groaned—the closest thing to a protest she could utter. Her mouth hung loosely open, and I spit in it. The wad of my saliva flew past her lips in perfect aim, and she yelped in surprise. Her mouth clamped shut as she stared back at me in disbelief at what I’d just done.
“Didn’t you hear what I just told Erin?” I asked.
There was a faint nod from her.
“You don’t get to cum without my permission.”
I started to wonder if I was taking things too far. After all, she had been abused for years by her husband, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her feel like she’d just jumped from one bad situation to another.
But she had presented her neck to me. Had asked me to put the collar on her. It was Helen who set the tone for how I interacted with my submissives, considering how much of a tyrant she was with the one we shared. Did she really think that she would get preferential treatment?
“Erin,” I said, my eyes still on Helen. “Prepare me for her.”
My assistant was on her feet in an instant and dropped to her knees again once she’d rounded the bound submissive. Standing up, my cock stood erect in front of me.
No. Not erect. It was a bar of pulsing iron… so hard that the skin felt painfully taut across it. The top half of the mushroom head glistened with the remains of Helen’s saliva mixed with fresh precum. There was no ‘getting ready’ for what hung between my legs.
Wasting no time, Erin wrapped her dainty fingers around the base of my member and devoured it, taking half my length in one smooth motion. She was likely motivated by a desire to taste it just as easily as my orders. Her eyes were trained on me as she let a throaty purr escape her lips as she pulled back, raking her tongue across the bottom of my shaft. She plunged her mouth back down on my length with the unmatched kind of enthusiasm she always brought to my bed.
Helen simply stared at my assistant with an unreadable expression.
Finally, Erin pulled off of my cock, leaned back, and placed my glazed member between her breasts. She squeezed her firm orbs around me and began to slide them up and down my length.
“Not a whole lot of preparing needed, sir,” she said a touch breathlessly. Some of her dazzling amusement had returned, and she grinned up at me with that heartbreaking smile of hers.
“You’re hard as a rock,” Erin continued.
“Look at her,” I said. “Can you blame me?”
I felt a twinge from my cock and knew that I would be approaching the point of no return if Erin kept this up. Every downstroke brought the mushroom head closer to her beautiful lips, and the way her breasts barely wrapped around my girth…
“I need you to stop,” I said.
I slipped myself free from between her tits and backed away.
Turning to Helen, I brushed my fingers along the underside of her chin. “I’m going to put my dick inside you, Helen, and if I even suspect you’re about to cum without my permission, Erin will beat your ass until every person in this house knows what we’re doing to you in here.”
My words might have been harsh, but I delivered them with the familiar and intimate warmth I often used with her and Erin.
She didn’t respond… simply stared at me, but she didn’t need to. I could feel her shivering on my fingertips. It was all I needed.
I let my fingers trail along her cheek as I walked down the length of the chaise lounge, sliding them down her shoulder, along her bare back, and up the silky curve of her ass as I stopped behind her. I palmed her firm buttocks in my hand and glanced up.
Erin had crawled up to Erin and was cradling her face in her hands, currently pressing her lips into my newest submissive’s forehead as she slid her fingers through her blonde hair. Her dark eyes met mine, and there was a deliciously conspiratorial look in them. They told me that she was all in—that she would not only follow my orders in Helen’s full initiation, but that she would enthusiastically participate in the older woman’s breaking.
I slid my fingers down the crack of her ass, running them over the tight, light brown pucker and let them linger. Helen whimpered, a small thing that caused Erin to pull my submissive into the crook of her neck and bring her lips close to Helen’s ear. She whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
“Remember that first time he took my ass?” Erin whispered. “Remember how you held me and told him to use me?”
Fuck… I remembered.
It was that day we all fucked by the pool… before I bought the house. I’d taken Danni inside and fucked her in what was now my bedroom. Helen and Erin had joined shortly after. We’d been a hot, sweaty mess of unbridled fucking, and then Helen had held Erin close to her, hugging her in an almost motherly fashion. Only, the tone in her voice as she encouraged me to fuck Erin’s ass had been anything but maternal. It had been cold and commanding. Helen had been borderline sadistic to Erin that day.
“We’re not doing that today,” Erin said. It hadn’t been what I expected. “You’re offering it to him like a good little girl.”
Seeing Erin take this dominant sort of position with Helen was driving me to higher levels of arousal, and I found my fingers encircling my dick, squeezing it as I traced the fingers of my other hand up and down Helen’s crack. My fingertips brushed her slit, coating themselves in her fluids before running back across her ass crack, smearing her juices across the tight anus.
I could feel her twitch under my touch.
Erin whispered something too soft for me to hear. Helen responded.
“What’s that?” Erin said, nuzzling her cheek against Helen’s as she watched me.
“I want him to take it.”
“Marcus,” Erin said before pressing her lips to Helen’s temple. “Your little slave wants to tell you something.”
I circled my middle finger around the rim of Helen’s tight bud and then pressed against it. The resistance as my fingertip began to slip inside was intoxicating, and I could hear Helen’s breathing grow faster.
“I want to hear it from her.”
I kept the first section of my middle finger buried in her as all three of us waited in silence.
“Please… please take my ass.”
Helen’s voice was barely loud enough to hear, but that didn’t mean that her words were reluctant. Often, it was hard to divine Helen’s motives… that wasn’t the case here. She wanted this. She craved what she was asking me to do.
“When was the last time?” I asked. Helen and I had never done anal before. She’d always been so focused on burying my cock in other women's asses, and it had never occurred to me until this moment that this would be the first time I took Helen’s. It was goddamn perfect.
“More than a year ago,” Helen said, her voice soft and demure—something I’d never quite heard from her before. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re right,” I said. “It doesn’t because no one else is ever getting this ass again. You know why?”
“Yes, Sir,” Helen said.
I slid my finger out of her tight ring.
“Say it,” Erin said, still watching me as she stroked Helen’s hair.
A heartbeat of silence. Then, “Because it’s yours.”
I loved hearing Helen say that. Helen—who had been a powerful woman that had initially intimidated me—was now tied to my office furniture as she willingly gave me her ass. Only, it wasn’t enough.
“Just your ass?”
“No, Sir,” Helen said. Her head rose slightly, but her face was still hidden from me. “All of me is yours.”
That was all I needed to hear. I unceremoniously smeared more of her juices across her anal opening and then got myself in position, pressing the tip of my member against her.
Erin knew what was coming, and she pulled back so she could look Helen in the eyes. As she whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”
Then it hit me—there were even more layers of things going on here than I was even aware of. Erin obviously knew more about what was going on with Helen than I did, and was playing the role of both comforting friend and dominant assistant.
And she was skirting that line beautifully.
I pressed forward, feeling Helen’s tight ring resist against my cock. I could have warmed her up more for this moment, but I hadn’t warmed Erin up all that much before slipping into her ass, and Helen certainly hadn’t complained about that. Turnabout was fair play.
There was a cry from Helen as the swollen purple helmet slipped past her tight ring, but Erin’s lips almost immediately cut it off. I could see just enough to confirm that my assistant had Helen’s face cradled in her hands as they made out. Assured that she was okay, I pushed my hips forward, working to slide the next few inches inside my submissive.
Fuck, she was tight—not nearly as tight as Erin or Bobbi, but I didn’t doubt it had been a long time since someone had taken her ass.
I was about a third of the way into her, and could literally feel her shivering under my touch. This strong woman who was so sure of herself… so dominant around people like Bobbi and Erin was now shivering under my touch. She was tied to the furniture, so vulnerable… so helpless.
I pulled myself out until I felt the rim of the mushroom head brush against her tight ring. Then I put one knee on the chaise, leaned over her, and placed a hand on the padding next to her face.
Now that I was in this position, I had a front row seat to a sapphic wonder. Erin’s lips were sliding over Helen’s. Their mouths would fall open to show off tongues that duled heavily with each other, long, languid strokes like paintbrushes running over each other, lathing, slurping.
Erin’s eyes fluttered open; she gave me a heated look, and I felt my dick throb just a little more. The fact that I hadn’t already blown my load was a small miracle. A rivulet of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth, and I wiped at it with a thumb and stuck it in my own mouth, tasting the mixture of the two of them.
And then I pushed my hips forward, plunging myself deep deep into the woman I owned.
“Mmmmmph!” Helen cried out, Erin deepening the kiss and swallowing her cries.
I buried my face into her shoulder and drove harder, working my cock in and out of her grasping ass. She cried out again. Once more, Erin ate it and returned a long moan of her own. Her own hand was between her legs, scrubbing at her own pussy.
Poor Helen… she was trapped. Unable to move or actively participate in the way she normally did. She was a victim of mine and Erin’s machinations.
My assistant pulled her lips off Helen’s and immediately began chewing on her face. Her teeth scraped over the older woman’s high cheekbones, and she growled deep in her throat. She snarled as she worked her way down to Helen’s jaw, and I assisted by pulling back on her hair, exposing more of the blonde’s throat to the hungry young nymph kneeling in front of her.
“Nnng!” Helen started to say, and I slapped my hand around her mouth.
“Stop talking,” I hissed as I continued to thrust myself in and out of her. “You’ve said all you needed. Shut up until we’re done with you.”
I could see her attempt to look at me out of the corner of her eyes as she whimpered against my hand. She attempted to nod, but my hold on her hair made it little more than a jerk of her head.
Erin sank her teeth into the side of Helen’s neck hard, just above the collar encircling her neck. A low, throaty groan vibrated from behind my fingers… something that suggested a powerful undercurrent of pleasure beneath a thin layer of agony. Helen would never be the pain slut that Bobbi was, but there was always some level of discomfort that came with the lessons she was going to learn at our hands. A certain level of pain often accompanied the most valuable lessons.
I wasn’t going to last much longer, and the feeling of Helen’s lips lapping at my fingers was only serving to make it harder for me to hold off the inevitable climax that had been building for the last several minutes. She was trying to suck on the fingers I had clamped over her mouth—even in the twisted situation she found herself in, the little minx was trying to grasp at gossamer strands of control. She was trying to seduce.
As if I needed any more seduction right now.
I pulled hard on her hair, forcing her head back as far as it could go. My other knee joined the first on the chaise, and I drove my hips down into her ass with nothing short of violence.
Helen uttered a loud, gutteral groan as her head was wrenched back, and she stared up at me as I power fucked her. The look on her face could have easily been twisted in lust as she threw her ass back into my crotch as much as she could with every thrust. She was gasping through parted lips, exhalations making her sound like a woman in heat.
But they were punctuated with tiny stuttering sobs. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Her face could have easily been a supplication for mercy.
I decided to give it to her… damn the consequences.
Slamming both feet on the ground, I pulled my entire length out of Helen. Her ass gaped for a brief moment before slowly closing in on itself as I lined the head against her slit.
Erin had been working her way along Helen’s collar bones and now proceeded to lick up the older woman’s throat, her brown eyes staring at me intently as she feasted on Helen’s clean jawline.
“What are you…”
“She’s been a good girl,” I muttered as I slipped the tip of my cock inside her drenched pussy. “I’m giving her what she wants.”
Erin’s eyes grew wide. “Straight from the ass and into—”
Whatever she meant to say was cut off by a loud howl as I speared Helen’s pussy with my thick cock. She let out a single loud, long moan that ended in a shuddering “Yes!”
“Hear that?” I said to either of them… both of them. “So did everyone else in this house. They all know what’s going on right now.”
“Oh fuck!” Helen gasped, her voice quavering.
I slammed in and out of her wet cunt. “Everyone from the new Housekeeper to the lowly fucking main who scrubs toilets knows what your are now!”
“Marcus, please!” Helen groaned through gritted teeth.
Erin wrapped her arms around Helen’s head, watching me in a mixture of concern and arousal.
“I’m about to cum,” I said. “If you want it, you better beg me for it right now.”
“Please,” Helen breathed, “Can I cum, Marcus!?”
-Smack-
I blinked in surprise.
What the fuck!?
Erin sat back on her haunches, eyes hard, her palm still hanging in the air.
“What did you call him?” she asked.
She had mirrored my hunger all night—but also my hesitation. Since she’d entered, I’d been letting her be my barometer for how far I should take things.
Apparently, she decided that Helen could handle it.
“Fuck!” She started to turn her face toward me, but Erin kept a firm grip on her chin.
“Ask him again,” Erin said with a hardness I had never heard from her. “Properly.”
“Please, Sir!” Helen gave a single sob. “I need it so bad.”
I leaned forward and went into overdrive, pistoning in and out of the poor woman as if our lives depended on it.
As I knelt over Helen’s body, I grabbed Erin’s face in one hand and brought her toward me, sharing a brief kiss with her as I fucked our victim. Then I released her and turned and did the same with Helen, grabbing her chin in my hand and turning her so that our mouths met for a bruising kiss.
“Cum for me, little girl,” I muttered against her lips.
She groaned into my lips—a long, mewling thing that increased in volume with each passing moment as I continued my frantic pace. Her lips and teeth vibrated against mine, and she literally quaked against me as she came with an earth-shattering orgasm.
Her climax set mine off, and I erupted deep inside of her as I still continued to work in and out of her.
Erin pressed her lips to the side of Helen’s face, and together, we carried the ice queen across the threshold—into a life she chose, on her knees
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***
“What’s next?” Helen said. It was the first time either of us had said anything in the past fifteen minutes.
I looked up from my position behind her and saw her watching me from the corner of her eye. “What? You’re ready to go again?”
Helen smirked. “Maybe in an hour, but that’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant,” I said, lowering my head so that I could bury my face in her blonde hair as I spooned her from behind. I palmed one of her moderate breasts, enjoying the natural give of the pale orb. It wasn’t as firm as Erin’s, but it had more integrity than someone else her age—a testament to how well she took care of herself.
I had fucked Helen to four more orgasms while I myself had two more after the initial. Erin had enjoyed being eaten out to completion by Helen, and then both of us had untied the poor woman and thrown her on her back so I could fuck her in the standard missionary position once more while Erin went to town on the woman’s nipples. She’d chewed and sucked on them while I fucked my lawyer until they were red and sensitive and had the poor woman crying out.
Once we were done, I’d had Erin lick all the cum off her body and then wipe her down, getting her somewhat clean. Then I scooped up my beautiful blonde and carried her to the nearby couch, where I’d cuddled her for the past fifteen minutes while we both settled down.
Erin had left us alone.
“This doesn’t change much,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a strong woman, Helen,” I said as I reached out to run my fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the way so I could see her face more clearly. “If I let that fade at all, I’d be doing both of us a disservice.”
“At the same time,” I said, slipping my hand under her chin so that I could gently guide her to look at me better, “you gave yourself to me. You’re mine to do with as I want. In here—this study only—you’re my degraded little slut.”
I ran my thumb over her lips, and she opened them just enough to suck my digit into her mouth. I felt her tongue immediately roll over it.
“Out there, though,” I said, nodding toward the doors, “you’re still Helen. People answer to you the same as they always have. That’s what I want.”
“Everyone?” Helen said around my finger. The action made her seem so much younger than she was, despite the bright, shining eyes that held so much wisdom and experience.
I pulled the thumb from her mouth. “Everyone.”
“I don’t think I can maintain that kind of relationship with Erin,” she said. Her ice blue eyes wandered over my face. That hard exterior she’d maintained for so long was completely gone. All I saw staring back at me was a soft, vulnerable woman.
It made me feel… more protective of her… more responsible for her.
“Erin’s different,” I admitted. “Special.”
I recalled the strange conversation I had with Emiko—about how there was a hierarchy among the women who lived with and worked for me. Helen felt like she naturally belonged near the top of whatever this was shaping into. Erin, on the other hand, didn’t feel like she fit neatly into a position. It felt more like she existed outside… flitting in and out to fulfill roles as needed.
I suppose that made sense.
Helen seemed satisfied with that answer. She’d been the one to set up the interview with Erin and had known her even longer than I had. It was likely that she understood Erin’s role even more than I did.
“What about Emiko?” she asked instead.
I grabbed her shoulder and pulled until she got the message and rolled over so that we both lay on our side facing each other.
“What about her?” I asked.
“I don’t think I can order her around,” Helen said. It sounded more like a confession than a simple observation.
After the conversation I had with Emiko earlier, I was starting to suspect that Helen might be right. I wasn’t sure if I could give Emiko an order.
“I don’t know,” I said, stroking her cheek. “How about we wait to see what happens?”
I brought my lips to hers for a sweet kiss, a tender moment after the better part of an hour of extreme intensity.
As we shared a gentle kiss, our tongues lazily caressing each other, I felt relief that aside from needing a bit of recovery, Helen seemed fine. More than fine, actually. The more I saw of her vulnerability and softness, the more I suspected that this was the right move. Perhaps she needed someone strong, who was willing and able to take her in a way she sometimes craved, while also showing her kindness and love.
As if to reinforce my suspicions, as soon as she broke the kiss, Helen nuzzled into my chest, and I kissed the top of her head.
“You’re different,” Helen muttered.
I didn’t answer. Just held her tighter.
“Not much,” she continued, her voice low and soft. “Not in a bad way. Just… different.”
I thought back to all the things I had to do in the forest… how I’d killed people. How I’d gone toe-to-toe with Ryo Tanaka in that cabin, and then again in the helicopter. I hadn’t kicked ass the way Chloe had, but I hadn’t had her training, either. I’d held my own, and I’d learned a lot about myself.
I’d even shouted at Chloe and convinced her to stay.
Maybe I was a little different.
I closed my eyes and put it out of my mind as I settled my naked body into Helen’s feminine softness, and I let the jetlag and afterglow over me as I drifted off to sleep with my good girl in my arms, almost as if we were lovers.
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