Natalie witnesses Bobbi’s submission and Marcus’s control
I need you, I typed into my phone.
Mmmm… that’s the kind of message a girl likes to hear, came the reply almost immediately.
I snorted. That’s not what I had meant, but a little extra flattery went a long way.
Good, I replied. Because I’m not letting you go. You’re mine till you draw your last breath.
God, Marcus…
Come to the dungeon, I typed back. I need you to put on a little show with Bobbi. If it’s good, I promise you won’t regret it later.
I’m in the hot tub, but I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sir, Helen replied.
I slipped my phone into my pocket and stood, offering Natalie my hand. She hesitated a moment, then placed hers in mine. I helped her to her feet, but didn’t let go. She didn’t try to pull away; her fingers curled around mine and gave them a light squeeze.
“You sure you’re okay with this? If the mere thought of it makes you uncomfortable, there’s no reason to see it.” After Emily’s reaction to learning the details of my relationship with Bobbi, I didn’t relish the thought of having a repeat performance with Natalie.
“No,” Natalie said. “I want to.”
“Okay,” I said and still held her hand as I led her down the hall toward the dungeon. On the way, I passed the door to my office, where Erin would soon bring Phoebe. Our destination was only a few doors down from there, and within moments, we stood in front of a door that looked deceptively like all the others.
I took a deep breath. “What you’re about to see…”
I turned to take both Natalie’s hands in mine. “Just reserve judgment until you’ve given it a few minutes.”
Natalie gave me an inquisitive look. “Are you about to take me into your murder room?”
Her question dispersed some of my tension, and I chuckled. “I don’t have a murder room.”
“You’re not about to show me a dead body? You’re not starving anyone in a cage?”
That last question hit a little closer to home… not just because of Bobbi, but also Ryo. I was literally holding a man hostage a couple of floors down. I didn’t know exactly how Psalter was entertaining our guest, but I doubted they were playing board games all day.
At least I wasn’t starving him.
“No,” I said.
“Then I should be fine.” I could still detect a hint of discomfort despite the reassuring half-smirk she gave me. “I’m not exactly completely innocent, you know.”
“I guess we’ll see,” I said, and opened the door.
As I leaned into the room, my eyes landed on Bobbi. She was straddling a Sybian near the edge of the cleared-out center, eyes wide in surprise. The moment she saw me, she fumbled for the controls, scrambling to turn the machine on.
“I was just taking a break!” She said as she engaged the switch. A low hum filled the air, muted by the noise-absorbing panels that lined the walls.
She sat straight, looking at me like a toddler caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. “I didn’t mean—”
Then she caught sight of who was with me.
Her wrath overtaking her, Bobbi’s slender form launched off the saddle, and she stalked toward us. She still wore the red and white bikini top, but the bottoms lay on the floor next to the machine. It left Bobbi completely bare waist-down, and the way the light hit the Sybian made the seat gleam, suggesting that my little kitten’s hairless slit was wet.
“You brought her!? Here!?” Bobbi demanded, her fists clenched as if she were ready to swing at Natalie as soon as she got within arm’s length. “Are you fucking serious!?”
Bobbi’s words immediately triggered me, and I took two steps into the room without even thinking. I stood in front of her as she quickly closed the distance between us, spine stiff. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Everything from the look on Bobbi’s face to her posture immediately changed. She came to a dead halt about four feet from me, looking more abashed than angry, though I could still see her seething just below that surface of shame.
“What makes you think you can take that tone with me?” I snapped again, meeting her glare for glare. “Have you learned nothing?”
A hand touched my shoulder, pulling me out of our staring contest. I turned my head enough to see Natalie standing just behind my left shoulder, her eyes darting back and forth between Bobbi and me. Every muscle in her body was tense and charged, as if the slightest irregularity could set her off and send her fleeing.
“Close the door,” I said reflexively, and internally winced, regretting not making it a request.
It didn’t matter. Natalie obeyed my order, taking a step back before turning to do as she was told. Her obedience made my dick twitch.
As she did, I turned my attention back to my pet. “What did I tell you to do?”
Bobbi glanced at Natalie.
“No! You’re talking to me,” I growled.
“Not to turn it off,” she said sullenly.
“That’s right. It’s bad enough you can’t follow a simple command, but now you talk to one of my guests like that?”
She didn’t reply. Her glare was slowly fading into something more sullen.
“Well!?” I barked. “Answer me!”
“I don’t want her here,” Bobbi said, her voice subdued, but still threaded with annoyance.
I closed the distance between us. “I don't give a fuck what you want. Who I bring in here is my business. Who fucks you is my business.”
From my peripheral vision, I could see Natalie tense, startled at that last sentence.
Bobbi set her jaw in defiance. “Last time you said something like that, it was Astrid.”
A pang of guilt shot through me. Bobbi’s injuries after her session with Astrid had been superficial. By now, most of them were faded, but there were still a few residual marks—faint stripes and faded brown splotches that looked more like she was accident-prone than anything.
The guilt didn’t last long, though. Her haughty expression only served to piss me off. God… just when I was starting to actually like Bobbi…
No one could get under my skin quite like her.
“Keep talking to me like that, and I’ll ship you back to her in a box,” I said.
Her jaw set in unvoiced defiance, but she shut up.
For now, that was enough for me.
I glanced back at Natalie, who was staring at her nearly nude former co-worker—the woman who had made her professional life a living hell for the better part of a year.
The look on her face was a complex mix of emotions, but two stood out more than any of the others.
The first was fear. She’d tried to play it cool, but being introduced to this room… especially with Bobbi in here… it was probably more than she anticipated, and definitely something she hadn’t expected to deal with tonight.
The other one was arousal. There was no doubt about the amorous gleam in her eyes as they traveled over Bobbi’s form. Natalie was still in her swimsuit sans the skirt, so I could see every twitch of her bare thighs as she absent-mindedly squeezed them together.
Her arousal amped mine exponentially.
“Kitten,” Natalie observed, staring at Bobbi’s collar. “What’s that?”
“Oh,” I said, turning my attention back to my pet. “That.”
I reached up and ran the back of one finger across Bobbi’s small, pointed chin. Then I began to walk, making a slow circuit around her as she stood rigid, muscles tense. “You want to tell her, or should I?”
Bobbi’s nostrils flared as she glared at Natalie, but she didn’t say anything.
“It’s her name now,” I said when it looked like Bobbi was going to explain. “She doesn’t answer to her old name unless she’s ordered to.” Stopping behind her, I leaned toward her just enough so she could see me in her peripheral vision. “Isn’t that right, kitten?”
Bobbi didn’t respond.
I studied Natalie, watching her as she took in everything happening. Despite putting on what I thought was a perfect act, I was nervous and felt regret bubbling beneath the surface. I wanted to explain—give her context, soften the edges. I was afraid she’d see only the cruelty, as though, without knowing the dynamics, she’d mistake my relationship with Bobbi for pathology.
But in providing context to Natalie, I was afraid of letting Bobbi see my vulnerability, which could possibly undo some of mine and Helen’s hard work.
On the other hand… if Natalie wasn’t scared off by everything she’d seen so far, maybe she was at least a little into this. Perhaps she didn’t see it as cartoonish villainy after all. Come to think of it, she hadn’t even flinched in my office at Marduke—not when I implied the dynamic with Bobbi had a coercive edge.
Or perhaps she was just so into me that she was willing to give whatever this was a chance.
In the end, it didn’t matter. This was my life, and radical honesty was the reason I brought Natalie here. She’d either accept it, or we’d both have to walk away.
“Kneel,” I said, low enough to sound somewhat menacing, but loud enough that Natalie heard it. Her focus sharpened. When she shifted, her thighs slid together with just enough friction to once again betray her arousal.
Bobbi didn’t move.
Still behind her, I leaned in closer so my mouth hovered just next to her ear and spoke so softly that she was the only one who could hear. I kept my eyes on Natalie, though.
“Kitten, your mistress has been enjoying herself this evening. If she has to spend the rest of the party punishing you for disobeying me, I’m sure it will be ten… fifteen times worse. I’m only going to say it once more. Kneel.”
A heartbeat passed, and none of Bobbi’s muscles so much as twitched as she continued to glare daggers at Natalie.
Why did Natalie trigger her so much? Did she hate being seen by someone who remembered who she once was? Was it embarrassment or shame?
Two heartbeats, and she still hadn’t moved.
Natalie’s eyes flickered from Bobbi to me—searching and unreadable.
Three heartbeats.
Bobbi’s knees bent as she slowly began to descend to the floor, finally obeying my command.
I tried not to look surprised as I placed my hand on the top of her head and started to complete my circuit around Bobbi.
“This isn’t the woman you used to know,” I said and looked back down at Bobbi, kneeling in front of me. I wondered what to do next.
It was so much easier to order Bobbi around with Helen present. My lawyer had been with me since the first moment I started breaking Bobbi. We were a team, and I’d spent more time with both of them together than I spent alone with the submissive.
The other thing was that with Helen, it was all raw and real. It was about power and desire—nothing more. Helen knew my vulnerabilities and had been supportive in helping me grow into the person I was becoming. She compensated for my shortcomings because she was aware of them and knew how to anticipate them.
With Natalie, this was all performative. I was trying to demonstrate that I was the perfect dom, and while I didn’t think I had made any massive blunders, I could feel how razor thin the line was, and even the slightest misstep could result in a dynamic I didn’t want with either of these beautiful women.
Now that I had Bobbi kneeling in front of me, I started to wonder whether I should stop while I was ahead or press things further. What would happen if I undid my fly and pulled out my cock? Would Bobbi swallow it in front of her former co-worker? The fact that I didn’t know meant that Bobbi still needed more training, and that I needed more experience.
Or what if something even worse than Bobbi’s refusal happened? What if Natalie felt betrayed by seeing Bobbi blowing me? It was one thing to introduce her to our relationship—that was already a lot, but was making my pet suck me off in front of her just a little too far for an introduction?
Still, both of them were watching me expectantly… waiting for me to do something. Natalie had taken a couple of steps closer without saying a word. Her eyes simply flitted back and forth between me and my slave, her breathing shallow as she chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for what happened next.
A noise behind me drew all of our attention.
The door opened, and Helen stepped into the dungeon. Her cold blue eyes immediately darted from me, to Bobbi, and to my date. Her hair was damp, resembling the color of dark straw as it clung to her back and shoulders. She still wore her bathing suit, and I could see the moisture from the hot tub glisten on her fair skin.
“Oh,” she said, feigning surprise. “I didn’t know we had a guest.”
A third option had appeared.
Relief flooded me. I didn’t have to gamble after all. Or, at least… I didn’t have to make as much of a gamble.
“Glad you could join us, Helen,” I said. My hand slipped off Bobbi’s head as I turned my attention away from her. “You remember Natalie, right?”
“Of course,” Helen said, smiling warmly at the other woman. She shut the door behind her, taking care to lock it before approaching and offering my old co-worker her hand. “You looked amazing on the dance floor. Have you had fun?”
“Um…” Natalie took Helen’s offered hand, but gave Bobbi another glance as she considered her answer. “It’s been… interesting.”
Helen smirked. “I’ll bet it has.”
Helen gave me the briefest of glances, but I knew her well enough by now to recognize that she was assessing my state and trying to gauge how much intensity she should throw into her performance. She must have seen something in this entire scenario that sparked amusement—her lips curled into a half-smirk.
“Of course, you’ve met her,” Helen said, her eyes falling on Bobbi, still kneeling behind me.
“We’ve known each other for a long time,” Natalie said. “We haven’t always gotten along, though.”
Something about another woman’s presence in the room seemed to ease some of the tension for Natalie. Her breathing grew steady, and her tone became more conversational.
“Marcus told me that our kitten wasn’t well-liked by anyone at her old office,” Helen said, stepping between us to approach the reluctant submissive.
“She wasn’t,” Natalie admitted, “She was abrasive and not much of a worker. When she left, it was like a breath of fresh air in our department. Everyone was happy to see her leave.”
I was a little surprised by Natalie’s candor in Bobbi’s presence, and chalked it up to gaining confidence in seeing the way Helen talked about her.
Natalie must have noticed the unusual way she was talking about Bobbi and glanced between us, a touch of uncertainty blossoming in her features again. “I don’t know if anyone could have imagined anything like this happening to her.”
“I imagine not,” Helen said, looking down at her charge. She laid a soft hand on Bobbi’s cheek and the submissive, despite herself, pressed into Helen’s palm—a subtle movement. “I’m sure if you spent a little more time with her, now, you’d forgive her for how she treated you.”
Helen dragged her fingernails gently across Bobbi’s baby-smooth skin, almost as if she were an actual cat being shown affection. “She was just lost and directionless… Marcus and I helped her find her way.”
She cut her startlingly blue eyes up at Natalie. “Are you here to watch? Or are you interested in more?”
Natalie’s mouth fell open, but there were no words. She looked blindsided by the question, and terrified to answer it, so I slipped my hand back in Natalie’s and said, “We’ll watch for now, Helen. I just thought Natalie might want to see what Bobbi’s been doing since she left.”
Helen gave Natalie a warm smile. “I think we can manage that.”
I appreciated the fact that Helen seemed to realize Natalie needed a touch of warmth to ease her discomfort.
It looked like it was working—Natalie returned her smile, her dark brown eyes lingering over Helen a beat longer than necessary. They didn’t stay on Helen’s face, either. She wasn’t trying to be overt about it, but Natalie’s gaze certainly wandered over the dom’s body, taking in the full effect.
I couldn’t blame her. Helen was stunning. The triangles of bright red fabric barely covered her breasts, creating a deep trench that revealed the inner swells and a generous slice of side boob. The crimson patch between her legs left half her soft, rounded mons on display. If she’d kept any hair down there, it would’ve peeked over the top of her bikini bottoms. Her long, pale torso flowed into even longer, shapely legs—elegant and provocative in equal measure.
Natalie had never confided her sexual preference to me, but if I had to guess… I’d be willing to bet good money that she had at least a little bit of bi-curiosity.
She finally tore her eyes away from Helen to look at me, and I gave her a small, reassuring smile as we backed away from the pair and made our way to a leather couch.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “I just didn’t expect this when I came tonight.
I stopped her before she sat down. “We can leave. I just wanted you to fully understand my life. You don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.”
She stared at me for a full ten seconds, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind as her eyes flicked back and forth between mine.
“I’d like to stay for a few minutes, if that’s okay,” she finally said.
We both took a seat on the couch. I sat on one end while she took the middle seat, leaving little space between us. Her choice to sit that close filled me with optimism.
Helen made a show of walking over to the rack where many of the toys were kept—a series of hooks that held crops, whips, chains of various sizes and lengths, and more. She took a simple leash and returned to Bobbi, placing the plug-like end of the leash against the collar just above the hollow of the submissive’s throat. It snapped into place.
“You called me down here,” Helen said. “Was there any reason in particular, Sir? Was she disobedient?”
“She was,” I said, settling back into the couch. Natalie followed suit a beat later. “I told her to sit on her saddle and keep it on until someone came for her. When we came in, she had it off. Then she yelled at us when she saw Natalie.”
Helen audibly sighed as she looked back down at her charge. “Come along, pet.”
Bobbi started to climb to her feet, and Helen placed a hand on her head and pressed her back to her knees. “No. On all fours.”
The submissive glanced at us, then back at Helen. “Please…” Whatever followed was too low for Natalie or me to make out.
“I don’t care, kitten. You’re going to do as I say, or you’re going to get much worse than what I have in mind. I won’t ask again.”
Bobbi dropped to all fours, and her mistress smiled at her. “Good girl.”
I smiled a little at that, reminded of my time with Helen yesterday, and what I’d called her—good girl.
Helen wrapped the leash twice around her hand, making a deliberate show of it as she gave Natalie and me a long, lingering look. Then she turned and began leading Bobbi toward the bondage horse—a piece of equipment Bobbi knew all too well. It resembled a builder’s sawhorse, but the frame was mostly padded in what looked like soft leather. Eyehooks lined the base of both panels, making it easy to chain a submissive into place. Functional without being too uncomfortable.
When they reached the bench, Helen gave the leash a firm tug, and Bobbi climbed onto it without protest. Natalie and I watched as the former workplace bitch sullenly mounted the contraption. Helen knelt to secure her ankles to the lower hooks, tightening the restraints with practiced efficiency. As we watched her work, Natalie leaned into me a little more, her shoulder brushing mine.
“How the fuck did you get Bobbi Nanford to obey like this?” She asked, her eyes still glued to the pair.
I tilted my head toward hers so we almost touched, using the opportunity to put my hand on her knee. “It’s been a long process, and Helen deserves most of the credit. She’s amazing at this.”
“I can tell,” Natalie said, watching as Helen fastened soft leather cuffs around Bobbi’s wrists and clipped them to a rope. The line hung from a ceiling hook, its loose end coiled nearby with enough slack to stretch to the floor.
Helen closed the short distance between them and stroked Bobbi’s face, her thumb gliding over a delicate cheekbone. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Bobbi’s, who received them with reverence, leaning into her mistress. The tenderness was a stark contrast to the hatred she’d shown Natalie and me just minutes earlier. Then came a sound—a soft, whimpering sigh so faint I almost missed it.
“Why does it seem a little muted in here?” Natalie asked.
“This entire room is completely soundproofed,” I said. I leaned in a little close so I could whisper, “We could make Bobbi scream at the top of her lungs for ten minutes straight and you wouldn’t hear anything, even if you were standing in the hallway with your ear pressed to the wall.”
I let my fingers graze up and down her silky skin just above her knee, and she lowered her eyes to watch my touch for a few moments before meeting my gaze. “You’ve actually tested it out?” she asked.
“Some,” I said. “Helen, though… she’s had Bobbi screaming in here for hours and no one’s reported hearing anything.”
More sounds drifted from Helen and Bobbi, and Natalie chanced a glance at them, but I kept my eyes on her. Natalie was the point of this, and I’d seen Helen’s work enough to know that I wouldn’t be missing out on too much. Natalie was all that mattered right now.
I could see the interest in her eyes as she watched the pair continue to kiss, and I couldn’t decide what had her more intrigued. Was it seeing someone she spent a year hating, finally getting her comeuppance… or was there more to it than that?
Was Natalie attracted to the control that Helen wielded? Was she at any point imagining herself in the blonde’s place? An image flashed in my mind of not only Helen, but also Natalie taking control of Bobbi… of them sharing the stubborn bitch between them. I could see the three of us plugging all her holes and making her airtight… using her up until she was nearly comatose with pleasure and pain.
Or was she more drawn to Bobbi’s loss of agency? Another image—this one of Natalie kneeling next to Bobbi. I could see both of them blowing me, glaring at each other as they were forced to a mutual end. My cum covered their faces in my vision, and a hand on the back of each of their heads, forcing them to share my spend as they kissed.
Or maybe she was meant to be more of a partner, enjoying a lazy morning with me—her with Bobbi’s face forced between her legs while I had my cock buried in Helen’s throat.
All three scenarios drove me crazy with lust, and I simply couldn’t make up my damn mind which scenario I preferred. All that I knew for certain was that I wanted this woman… badly.
Helen broke off the kiss, her teeth clamped on Bobbi’s lower lip as she pulled away, eliciting a wordless protest from the submissive, who could do little else to resist.
Bobbi’s bottom lip finally popped free as Helen loosened her grip. Her mistress reached behind her, untied the tie of Bobbi’s swimsuit, and unceremoniously pulled it off, baring Bobbi completely and showing her tits to Natalie for the first time.
Natalie gasped.
“Is this turning you on?” I asked.
“Yes,” Natalie said, so distracted by what she was watching that I wasn’t even sure if she fully realized what she was saying.
Bobbi stared at her mistress uncertainly as Helen took half a step back and admired the naked young woman before her.
Helen took hold of the rope attached to Bobbi’s cuffs and let it glide loosely through her fingers as she circled to the far end of the horse. There, she clipped the rope into place, then seized the length dangling from the ceiling and yanked the slack free. Three sharp pulls, and Bobbi was forced flat to her stomach, stretched along the top of the bench, arms extended forward, her hands hovering about a foot above the far end. With practiced ease, Helen secured the rope, locking the submissive into position.
Seated at a right angle to where Bobbi lay, Natalie and I were treated to a striking side view of her stretched across the horse. Her frame was slender—ribs casting faint shadows beneath taut skin, the gentle ripple of lean muscle evident beneath the surface. She wasn’t built for strength, not really. Tara had followed precise instructions: to keep her willowy and feminine. No bulk. Just a strong core, careful conditioning, and a body fat percentage calibrated to keep her delicate.
She wasn’t tall, but there was something elfin about her build—lithe and delicate, like something from a high fantasy. Her hips flared, framing an ass that was rounder, fuller, and just a touch more than Erin’s. Her modest breasts straddled the horse, one pressed gently to the padded surface, its porcelain skin stark against the black leather.
Bobbi’s cheek rested on her outstretched arms so that she was looking directly at Natalie and me. She started to turn away, but Helen anticipated it. The older woman latched onto her hair and forced her head back down in mid-attempt, making sure that we could see her face. Helen tightened the grip on her charge’s hair, causing her to wince as she peered up at her.
Helen bent over the submissive until her lips were right next to Bobbi’s ear, and she whispered something and received a faint nod followed by, “Yes, Mistress.” Helen laid a simple kiss on the side of the girl’s head and then went to choose the tool she would use to administer Bobbi’s punishment.
My little pet simply stared in our direction, her eyes half lidded. Light caught the glisten at the corner of her eye—tears starting to form.
Natalie must have noticed it too. She looked at me, unbelieving what she was seeing from her former co-worker. “Is she going to be okay?”
She hadn’t noticed the other thing that Bobbi was doing—it was so subtle that it didn’t surprise me that she’d missed it. Bobbi’s ass kept clenching, making slow, micro thrusts downward in an attempt to grind her pelvis against the leather she was bound to. The way her ankles were strapped to the bottom of the horse panels, she had to be making contact with her clit.
“She’s fine,” I said, finally tearing my eyes from Bobbi. “She’s dry humping the bench. You see?”
Natalie took a moment to watch as I continued, “The only thing Bobbi really hates is the fact that you’re sitting here, watching her get her ass beat. Hurting her pride is one of the worst things you can do to her, which is strange, considering some of the horrible things we’ve put on her collar at this point.”
Helen returned to the bench with a paddle in hand. It was made of sleek, dark walnut with my initials etched into the center. A few drilled holes made it more aerodynamic—less drag, more sting. In anyone else’s grip, I might have offered a warning. In Helen’s, I didn’t have to.
“Don’t look away from them, love.” Helen laid the paddle gently against Bobbi’s rear. “If you do, I’ll simply add another stroke to the ledger.”
She glanced at me, her eyes dancing with azure flame.
Without waiting for a response, she raised the paddle and brought it down onto bare, pale flesh.
Despite the noise-absorbing panels, Bobbi’s cry rang throughout the room. Her eyes clenched shut, teeth peeled back in a rictus of pain.
Beside me, Natalie flinched.
Helen lifted the paddle off Bobbi, revealing the faint lines of my initials blooming on her left buttock.
“That’s one,” she said—her tone almost motherly, as if she were handing out cookies to her favorite child.
She laid a gentle hand on the small of Bobbi’s back, lifted the paddle over her head, and brought it down again.
A second crack resounded, and Natalie flinched harder this time.
Bobbi jumped in her restraints, her scream trailing off into a sob. Fresh tears pooled at the side of her nose and slid down the bridge. Her wide eyes flicked back and forth between Natalie and me.
I glanced at Natalie. She was transfixed, staring at the girl who had once been her bully. She’d caught glimpses of Bobbi vulnerable in my office—on her knees, rough-edged and tousled—but nothing like this.
I gave her leg a light squeeze. “What are you feeling?”
She finally tore her eyes away to look at me. She licked her lips nervously. “I don’t know.”
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
Natalie gave a small shake of her head.
“Does this bother you?” I glanced at Bobbi and Helen. “Or does it turn you on?”
She didn’t answer. Her gaze drifted back to the other two women. Bobbi was still sobbing quietly, and Helen had leaned down to kiss the reddened skin bearing my initials.
“Number two,” Helen purred. “Brace yourself. This next one might sting a little,” she said, locking eyes with Natalie, making it hard for me to be sure who she was talking to.
Before I could read Natalie’s expression, Helen brought the paddle down again, squarely across both cheeks. The dark wood bit into flesh with a sharp, echoing crack.
“Fuck!” Bobbi screamed. “I didn’t do anything that bad!”
Natalie didn’t flinch this time. She leaned in slightly, disturbed—but obviously turned on.
I slid my hand a little deeper between her legs just to see what she’d do. To my surprise and delight, her thighs parted ever so slightly.
An invitation.
I let my fingers journey another inch. The heat was undeniable—thick, humid, slick. It was like stepping into a sauna.
Her legs twitched again, spreading further. She wasn’t just allowing me. She was welcoming me.
“Oh, kitten…” Helen murmured. “You just fucked up.”
“Marcus…” Bobbi pleaded, her voice raw.
I dragged my gaze off Natalie to glance at my little pet. “She’s being punished in front of Natalie. That’s enough punishment on its own. Keep it to five.”
Helen’s devious smile didn’t waver, but she nodded respectfully. “As you wish.”
Lifting the paddle again, she said, “Two more, kitten.”
The next strike came down lower, catching the tops of Bobbi’s thighs. She let out a long grunt that dissolved into breathless sobs. Her face buried into her arm, as if trying to disappear without disobeying her mistress.
Natalie flinched—and her thighs parted further. My fingers grazed higher, pinky brushing against the yellow fabric of her swimsuit.
The contact made her flinch again. She turned her head and met my gaze. I didn’t need her look to confirm what my fingers had already discovered—she was soaked.
My smallest finger slid across the damp fabric between her legs. I felt the contours of her sex and paused halfway through to press into them—slowly, deliberately.
Natalie whimpered. A pitiful, barely-there sound. But it was unmistakable.
Desire. Need.
I couldn’t look away from her.
She couldn’t look away from me.
There was fear in her eyes—uncertainty. Maybe she was wondering if she would be next on that bench.
But the arousal on her face said it wouldn’t be entirely unwelcome.
“Natalie?”
We both turned.
Helen stood beside us now, holding the paddle by its broad end, the handle pointed toward us.
“Would you like to give the final stroke?”
“What?” Natalie asked, startled.
“What?” I echoed.
“What?” Bobbi cried, her voice pitiful through her sobs.
Helen shot the submissive a quick glare, then turned back to Natalie.
“I’d say if anyone deserves to smack that ass as much as Marcus, it’s you.”
Natalie stared at the paddle, then looked at me, silently asking for permission. I gave a nod.
She reached out and took the handle with a kind of reverence, like Arthur drawing the sword from the stone. Gingerly, she pulled it free from Helen’s grasp and held it up like a relic, her eyes trailing over the dark wood grain.
My gaze was locked on the initials carved into its center. Up until now, that detail had felt like a playful indulgence for Helen. But now, with Natalie holding it, it suddenly felt exposed… gratuitous. The whole thing had always flirted with absurdity—but ordering a custom paddle that stamped my initials into someone’s ass? That was a whole other level.
Internally, I winced.
Natalie didn’t seem to mind. She slid to the edge of her seat, then rose, and any embarrassment I felt evaporated the moment I got a look at her body in motion. That swimsuit clung to every curve, and God, she had curves for days—rivaling Jessica’s or Camille’s, but with a leaner tone and frame. As she stepped slowly toward Bobbi, her hips swayed like Jessica Rabbit—smooth, hypnotic, every step rippling with tension.
I wasn’t the only one watching. Helen’s gaze was glued to that perfect ass, and for a moment, I worried that if Natalie joined this life but wasn’t into women, I might have a riot on my hands. Helen and Erin had both made their hunger pretty clear.
Helen followed close behind her, and I rose from the couch to join them.
Bobbi hadn’t said a word since her startled outburst, but it was obvious from her face that she hated the sight of Natalie holding that paddle. She looked like she wanted to crawl through the floor. I made a mental note to ask her—really ask—why she hated Natalie so much. Bobbi had never been easy, but something about Natalie always pushed her to the edge.
Natalie paused, the paddle hanging loosely by her side as she stared at her fallen enemy. She simply watched. After several silent moments passed, Bobbi looked up at her—the heat in her eyes daring her to strike.
Helen stepped forward until she stood just behind Natalie. Reaching down, her hand gently covered the other woman’s. She was roughly Natalie’s height, so as she pressed in close, she brought her lips to Natalie’s ear and gave it the softest kiss—more a brush of lips against skin than an actual kiss.
"You want to hold it up," Helen said softly.
Together, they raised the paddle, positioning it over Bobbi’s reddened rear. “Here.”
Natalie’s breath came shallowly. Her head turned, just enough to meet Helen’s gaze from the corner of her eye. Her lips parted. She looked torn—caught between the hunger to make Bobbi pay for a year of torment and the uncertainty that she could actually go through with it.
"Go on," Helen murmured, her hand trailing softly down Natalie’s wrist and forearm, fingernails featherlight. "Whenever you’re ready."
Natalie’s gaze flicked to me. I gave her a small, encouraging smile, hoping it didn’t read like pressure. I wanted her to do this only if she wanted to.
She looked down at Bobbi again, meeting her hateful stare.
“I… I don’t think I can,” Natalie whispered.
Her arm dropped. She turned to face Helen, and their bodies brushed—breasts grazing each other in the tight space.
Natalie chewed her cheek, glancing between us. “Sorry. I, um…”
She placed the paddle back into Helen’s hands. “Maybe I should go.”
She gave me a sheepish look, then circled Helen, murmuring one more quiet “Sorry,” as she made for the door.
I heard the lock click, and as the door opened, Helen looked at me.
“Go,” she said. “Take care of her.” Her gaze dropped to Bobbi. “I’ll see to this.”
I followed Natalie out the door and found her standing just outside, leaning against the wall, both palms pressed flat against it, her fingers splayed. Her head was tipped back, eyes closed, breath steady but strained like she was trying to get control.
“Hey,” I said gently, closing the door behind me.
She opened her eyes and gave me a crooked smile. “Hey.”
“I should’ve checked with you before letting that happen,” I said. “Sorry.”
Natalie shook her head. “She asked. I wanted to.”
“Why’d you stop?”
She looked at me, uneasy. “I’ve never done anything like that. Even if it was Bobbi. It was all just a little overwhelming.”
“I get it,” I said, stepping closer.
“Was it hard for you? The first time, I mean.”
I squirmed a little. My first time had been with Bobbi. My first time with bondage. My first time with consent. It had all happened at once.
But I’d promised Natalie honesty.
“No,” I said. “It was with Bobbi. It was intense. Not planned and… well, it was Bobbi, so at the time, it felt really easy.”
“I know,” Natalie said. “I wanted to punch that bitch more times than I can count—but only in my head. That…”
She gestured toward the dungeon door. “That’s different.”
I stepped in close. “Hey.” She looked up at me with those big brown eyes. “I didn’t bring you in there to make you do anything. I just wanted to let you in. I’m honestly shocked you didn’t run screaming.”
“Just because I didn’t spank her,” Natalie said, her voice low, “doesn’t mean I wasn’t turned on.”
She leaned back against the wall, eyes closing again. “Fuck,” she whispered.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I’m so fucking horny,” she said softly.
I leaned in, resting my forearm against the wall beside her head, my other hand drifting down to her hip.
She didn’t move away. No protest. No hesitation.
My fingers traced her thigh, gliding up until they met the fabric between her legs.
She parted them instinctively.
“Like this?” I asked, grazing the wet fabric of her swimsuit.
Natalie nodded.
I pressed my middle and ring fingers into the cloth, nestling between her folds, dragging up across where her clit should be. A breathy moan escaped her lips.
I kissed her, and she melted into it, arms wrapping around my neck.
My hand found its way beneath her suit, my fingers finally making contact.
She was drenched.
They slid in easily, sinking into wet heat to the second knuckle.
She gasped into my mouth and clung to me tightly.
I curled my fingers, brushing against that sweet, spongy spot that drove women wild. Natalie whimpered, hips rolling into my palm.
She broke the kiss to whisper, “More.”
I gave her more.
I alternated—fingers inside her, circling her clit, pinching, grinding. She panted into my mouth, moaning into every stroke.
When her walls suddenly clenched around my fingers, I buried them deep. Her body froze, her mouth went slack against mine, and she let out a keening whimper.
I kissed her through it.
I made Natalie Bander come.
Natalie.
My Natalie.
The one I’d wanted for over a year.
She hadn’t run when I showed her some of the darkest parts of my life.
I didn’t know what that meant yet, but I knew one thing—I was going to have her.
I kept kissing her until her trembling stopped, until her hips stopped rolling against my palm.
When I finally pulled back, our faces just inches apart, she looked up at me, dazed, dreamy.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I pressed my forehead to hers, gave her one more kiss, and echoed back, “Yeah.”
We simply stood there, letting the silence and afterglow settle over us. The occasional deep thrum of bass from outside vibrated through us.
“Fuck,” Natalie breathed. “Even after that… I want you.”
My heart soared, and my cock throbbed. “I want you, too.”
I’d kick every damn person out of my apartment immediately if she asked.
“Can I see you tomorrow?”
I wasn’t as disappointed with the idea of ‘tomorrow’ as I thought I’d be. The simple notion that Natalie wanted to finally consummate this was enough to keep me going. What was another twenty-four hours when I had waited a whole year?
“You couldn’t keep me away,” I said softly, stroking her cheek.
She smiled shyly.
I returned it, knowing that the clock was ticking until I could finally have her.
How she would fit into the shape of my life was a question that could be answered after.
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