On the way to the dungeon, I was distracted by a call from my brother. He wanted to doublecheck to make sure I was still cool with him moving in this week. Not only did I tell him I was cool with it, but I also offered some of my security team to help with the move, which he readily accepted. After that, Natalie called.
I debated answering. I wanted to talk to her, but considering what I was about to do, I wasn’t sure if she would be able to pick up on it. And despite our conversation about me continuing to see other people, I still felt weird talking to her right before going to do something that had the potential to be especially kinky.
Texting, though… I could do texting.
I began typing: Hey. Can’t answer right now, but would love to see you.
That’s okay, she replied. I’m just driving home and thought I could use the opportunity to talk.
Then came an image. The phone was held at a high angle, giving me a shot of Natalie’s beautiful face, her big eyes staring up into the camera. The angle allowed for a decent amount of cleavage from her plunging neckline—provocative but tasteful.
I replied,I love it. It makes me want to go spelunking…
Spelunking?
Cave diving.
I know what it is, Natalie said. It’s just a fivedollar word for talking about my breasts.
I’m slipping. You’re worth tendollar words at least.
So flattering.
She sent me another picture—a simple selfie with her pretty, smiling face. It looked like she was driving. It was all so wholesome compared to my regular sex life, which was a breath of fresh air.
I smiled, enjoying the simplicity of this. When can I see you again?
It took her a few moments to answer. I’m busy tomorrow, but what about lunch on Wednesday?
Done… and take the rest of the day off.
Marcus, I can’t do that!
I grinned and texted back: I’m your boss.
She didn’t respond for nearly a minute, and I started to think maybe I’d pushed her too far. She was a strong woman, and she had her limits.
Fuck. The concern that I’d screwed up intensified threefold.
Finally, she responded: That was hot.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t know her limits quite as well as I thought.
Wait till you see my performance review for you, I responded.
I started back down the hall, realizing that more time had passed than I’d thought, and I had people waiting on me.
I texted her: See you Wednesday?
Can’t wait, she responded.
I headed the rest of the way to the dungeon with mixed feelings—elation over my flirtation with Natalie, which was something I had wanted for so long. I was also feeling trepidation over what I was about to do.
Reaching the dungeon a few minutes later, I opened the door cautiously, bracing myself for what I might find.
I wasn’t disappointed. A veritable wet dream was set up in front of me.
Helen was there, dressed in her dominatrix finery. The collar I had given her went brilliantly with the black leather corset and matching leather skirt that stopped midthigh. Black heels completed the ensemble. Her makeup matched—eyeliner much darker than usual, and black lipstick painted her perfect lips. Her hair lay about her shoulders in soft waves, contrasting with the harshness of everything else.
Erin stood next to her, wearing the same clothes I’d last seen her in—something vaguely secretarial. Only, the way she wore her outfits, they were always just on the verge of being inappropriate attire. Her blackpainted fingernails and deep purple lipstick were common traits that gave her the look of someone who belonged in a place like this. She’d removed her glasses and wrapped her hair around a pen, using it haphazardly to keep it all up in a loose bun.
Bobbi, on the other hand, was completely nude save for her own collar. Helen had her wrists bound behind her back as she straddled an Aframe sawhorse. Its peak was blunted just enough to keep it from being dangerous, but the wood grain was smooth and soft, making it challenging to stay mounted on it without the pointed tip grinding into sensitive genetalia. Even from this distance, having just entered, I could tell that Bobbi was shaking with the strain on her legs. Squeezing them together for God knows how long to keep that wood from invading her slit must have been exhausting work.
I could really only see the back of her because she was facing a fourth person who had been made to stand in the middle of the room.
Carla Tanaka was bent over at a ninetydegree angle, forced into that position by a pillory—her head and hands locked into place by a wooden structure that stood perpendicular to the ground. It made me wonder if I should have brought rotten fruit to throw at her.
She was fully dressed, but even though she was facing me as I began my slow approach, I couldn’t tell how she felt. It was impossible, given that she wore a mask over her eyes, a pair of headphones, and a ball gag secured between her jaws.
I hadn’t expected this.
As I approached her, I could see her fingers trembling and noticed the small muffled whimpers coming from her.
“Whose idea was this?” I asked, peering down at Carla. She didn’t seem to react to my question—I suspected she couldn’t hear.
“That would be mine,” Helen said. I detected a hint of smugness in her voice. Over the months I’d gotten to know Helen, I’d discovered that she could be quite proud of her imagination when it came to breaking women.
I started to look over at her, but Chloe caught my eye. She was sitting in an armchair, arms crossed over her chest and legs crossed at her ankles as she watched us in silence. She met my eyes with a sort of challenge in them, and I tried my best to hide an amused smile at seeing her here as some sort of spectator.
“I thought she might benefit from seeing some of our handiwork as well,” Helen said, drawing my attention back to her. She’d rested one arm lightly against Bobbi’s shoulder, adding a touch of weight, which probably made it much more difficult to maintain her position on the Aframe. Helen lowered the hand dangling from Bobbi’s shoulder to her modest breast, her fingertips tracing over the angry red lines etched into Bobbi’s pale skin.
Bobbi’s nostrils flared as her legs clung to the sides of the Aframe for dear life, but the look in her eyes could have cut diamond.
Only, it wasn’t directed at me or her beloved mistress. She was staring daggers at Carla, who whimpered beside me.
Turning my attention back to the guest of the hour, I noticed trails of tears on cheeks that had been prepared with blush and foundation. She’d freshened up for me.
“Does she have any idea where she is or who’s here right now?” I asked, circling the bound woman.
“No, sir,” Helen said, her tone more subservient to match where we were. “I made sure she could hear the kitten while I made her scream. That’s the only hint she’s received of where she might be.”
I shook my head, finishing my circuit around the pillory, pausing beside it to look at Helen in wonder. I hadn’t asked for any of that, and yet Helen had taken the initiative to really drive home the situation to our guest.
Reaching down, I ran my finger across Carla’s lips, collecting some of the drool that had slipped around the black ball gag in her mouth. I wiped it off on the bound woman’s cheek, eliciting a protest from her.
“Good girl,” I muttered to Helen, my gaze fixed on Tanaka’s wife. “Shall we begin?”
I reached out with one finger and slid a damp lock of hair off her forehead, tucking it into the high-quality earmuffs she was wearing. The first kiss of my fingers against her temple made her flinch, attempting to pull away from my touch. A small whimper escaped her.
Never, in all the time I’d known Carla, would I have pictured her like this—afraid… trembling. Her fingers shook, and her breath came out in shallow stutters. I wondered if she’d ever been this scared in her life.
“What are you going to do to her?” Erin’s voice was tense.
Things like this excited my little assistant, but she didn’t share Helen’s enthusiasm for these darker pleasures. She was like a child dancing around the edges of the forbidden, but afraid she might be caught.
I glanced up at her, and sure enough, she watched—transfixed. The tip of her tongue darted across her lips. She was excited, but that excitement was tinged with nervousness.
“I’m only going to scare her a little,” I said. “We’ll see where that gets her. If that doesn’t work…”
I looked back down at the beauty in the stocks. “Well. We’ll cross that bridge.”
I slid my fingers under one side of the earmuffs and slipped them off her head. She groaned in relief as the subtle sounds she’d been deprived of met her ears.
Dropping to one knee so that my face was level with hers, I took her chin between my forefinger and thumb.
“Evening, Carla.”
My voice came out low—little more than a growl. She probably almost felt it as much as heard it. “Did you miss me?”
She tried to turn her head slightly toward me, attempting to mumble something lost behind the ball gag still secured in her mouth.
I slid my hand from her chin to cup her cheek, keeping her ear close to my mouth.
“I’ve been thinking about your offer. I’m still not sure about it. You made some interesting… claims.”
Pressing a soft kiss to her ear, I murmured, “I decided to put them to a test. My way. If you amuse me, then maybe I won’t deliver you back to your husband.”
My hand on the other side of her face slid up into her hair, fingers curling around her bottle-blonde locks. I tightened my grasp.
“But you’ll have to prove yourself.”
I released her, stood up, and pulled the blindfold off her head. It left her hair disheveled. That, combined with her wide-eyed, rapidly blinking stare, made her look about as far from the well-put-together courtesan I’d come to know as one could get.
The first thing she saw was Bobbi—her breasts and stomach striped, her eyes mad as she balanced precariously on the sawhorse.
Carla’s breathing ratcheted, and I was briefly worried she might hyperventilate and pass out.
Leaning against the stocks beside her, I draped a hand over her face and placed two fingers beneath her chin, nudging her to look up and away from my kitten.
“Hey. Hey, Carla. Look at me.”
Carla cast her eyes up as she tilted her head back as much as she could. Her big brown eyes stared at me through her fringe of blond bangs, blinking rapidly to keep them out of her vision.
“You don’t have to worry about her,” I said. “Do what you’re told, and you don’t have to worry about anything. Understand?”
She simply stared up at me, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, streaking them with faded black lines.
“Nod if you understand,” I said.
She did—small, jerky movements that could barely be described as an affirmative.
Helen wanted to touch herself. I could see it painted all over her face. Her eyes were blazing with lust. Erin was equally turned on, but it was accompanied by a fascination tinged with fear, and I could never quite tell if she was more aroused by the idea of being in Helen’s shoes… or Carla’s.
And then there was Chloe—still watching casually from the armchair. For all I could tell, she was watching some boring documentary on Netflix. She could have been hiding how she felt, but it was also just as likely that this was child’s play to someone who had spent years in clandestine operations.
I crouched back down in front of Carla, blocking her view of Bobbi. Her eyes followed me as I dropped to her level and reached up to unfasten the gag around her head. “Now… before we run you through any audition, I have a few questions for you. I’m going to remove this, but if I hear any bullshit from you, we’re done. You burned through any second, third, or fourth chances when you tricked me, then tried to extort me.”
The fastener came loose, and I pulled the gag from her mouth, her dry lips briefly clinging to the rubber surface as I pulled it free.
There was a hitch in her breathing as she sucked in a lungful of air through her mouth and wet her lips. Then she parted them as if to say something. I placed my thumb over them.
“Remember. You only get one shot at this.”
I was treating her so differently than my words… something I’d picked up from Helen. I always found the way she treated Bobbi—like a tender mother while punishing her—highly erotic, but also a little disturbing.
I only hoped I did it justice.
My thumb slid across her lips and brushed away some tears from her cheek.
A beat of silence passed between us; you could hear the whisper of the air conditioning from somewhere in the distance.
“What,” she whispered. “What do you…”
Her face crumpled, and she began to weep openly, her head dropping and causing her blonde hair to fall around her like a shimmering curtain.
I heard Erin gasp in pity and glared at her. This woman didn’t deserve anyone’s empathy.
Carla Tanaka was likely responsible for the war between me and her husband—a war that had nearly cost the lives of me, Chloe, and Shea. It could have cost Erin hers if the assassin they found at lunch had been successful.
Hell… it had cost us the lives of Astrid’s pilot—the one Ryo had shot.
I turned my attention back to Carla, and even though I was mostly happy to see her so upset, there was a small part of me that felt a little sick that I’d taken someone who seemed so strong and in control of herself and broken them so easily. This wasn’t the Carla Tanka I remembered. I’d expected iron under that velvet. Instead, all I found were tears and panic.
“Hey,” I said, looking for something to distract me from that thought. “Look at me.”
She did.
All I could say was that as stunning as Carla was… she had a hell of an ugly cry face.
“I’ve got questions,” I said.
“P-please!” Carla said and then sobbed again. “Please… I’ll… I’ll tell you whatever you want. You don’t have to do this!”
The hell I didn’t! Just a few short hours ago, the woman had threatened to be a veritable Fort Knox if I didn’t become her new sugar daddy!
“I do have to do this,” I said. “You made sure of that this morning. Then I found this.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out Ryo’s phone, unlocking it as I said, “I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you when you’re smiling, so you’ll have to forgive me for making you cry.”
I opened one of the images of Carla and Amber and showed it to her. “What is this?” I asked.
The screen illuminated Carla’s face, highlighting the worry lines and blotchiness from her crying. Her eyes darted around the image, and I watched every single shift in her demeanor… every microexpression.
She tried to take a breath and hiccuped as she looked up at me. “I—I don’t get it. I think that was… Atlantic City? Like, a year ago?”
“I don’t care where it was! I want to know why the fuck you were there with her!”
She blinked up at me. “What?”
“Jesus, Carla! Amber! Why the fuck were you with Amber!?”
Carla looked around the room at the others as if they would be able to fill in whatever gaps were missing in her understanding. “I thought this was about Hiro…”
I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. “Right now, I want to know why you were hanging out with Amber.”
Holding her chin firmly in my grip caused her lips to partially pucker. She pressed them together, her eyes narrowing as tears began to stream out of them. I high-pitched whine escaped her throat.
“Please, Marcus… I don’t know what you want!”
“Amber!” I shouted.
Carla flinched. So did Helen and Erin.
“We’re just friends!” Carla wailed. “We started hanging out a couple of years ago!”
“What else?” I prodded. “When did you last hang out? Like in that photo?”
“A month ago?” Carla said, sounding unsure.
“When, exactly!” I probably looked as unhinged as I sounded to myself.
“I-I-I… I don’t know! I think maybe around the beginning of August?”
Around the time when I was in Vegas. Fucking goddamn Amber… she was there. She was the one questioning me, and having Carla as an alibi wasn’t going to persuade me otherwise.
“What did you guys talk about?”
“Why do you—”
“What did you talk about?” I repeated, trying really hard not to lose my cool.
“We were with some others! We were talking about bad relationships! I had a lot to drink and I said a lot of things I don’t remember. They all said I should leave Hiro, but I couldn’t! Marcus, that man if a fucking monster! Please don’t send me back—”
“What did Amber say?”
“She didn’t say anything! She was just sweet and supportive! She bought me a present!” Tears were streaming freely down her cheeks, coating my fingers; it was like I’d just washed my hands in them.
I released her face, stood up, and tossed the phone to Chloe… excited we were finally getting somewhere and a little disgusted that I’d made her cry so much.
“Did she tell you she was kidnapping me?” I asked her. “Did you have anything to do with it? Did Hiro?”
Carla suddenly looked horrified and shook her head as much as she could while bound to the pillory. “No! I didn’t know anything about that!”
“You sure?” I asked. “I’m starting to wonder if this whole thing you’re doing is an act!”
“No! I—”
“You’re telling me that you’re friends with my kidnapper—the very same one who visited your house the day before our vote—and you didn’t know anything about what happened to me? Then the very next day after you pull that stunt, your husband declares war on me.”
I hunched over and put my hands on my knees so I could look her in the eyes.
“Tell me in what world that doesn’t look suspicious as fuck, Carla.”
“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know!” Carla screeched. It was loud enough that I actually took a step back from her.
“I thought you wanted to know about Hiro... I can tell you whatever you want to know about Hiro,” she sobbed openly. It was pitiful.
I sighed. This wasn’t going to be the sexy interrogation I’d expected it to be.
I turned around and raised my hands slightly toward Helen and Erin. My lawyer looked thoughtful; my assistant looked troubled. Neither of them offered any suggestions.
I spun back around and studied the woman trussed before me.
Why hadn’t I used this tactic before? Carla had crumpled before I even walked in the door. Simply being bound and deprived of her senses had been enough to completely break her. Had she really fooled me into thinking she was that strong-willed? After pulling that stunt in the boardroom, I’d just taken it for granted that she was some kind of mastermind with a will of iron.
In reality, she was just a good liar. A con artist.
No, the deciding factor in my decision to take this avenue with Carla was my anger. Before, I’d been unsure. I’d been afraid that I still needed her. I didn’t want to lose that edge. I also didn’t want to lose her because being in possession of her pissed Hiro off.
The possibility of her double-cross had made me so angry that I’d acted without thinking.
Maybe I needed to be a little more ruthless—shoot first and ask questions later. I had plenty of people to warn me if I was getting too close to an edge or making a rash decision. My hesitance often proved to be my worst enemy. It nearly cost me Natalie. It definitely cost me Ashlee. If I’d been quicker to react when I found her in my house that night after the party, I could’ve kept her here and possibly learned things that took months longer to uncover. Hell, I might even have Roger Van Camp in my possession right now.
Ryo and Roger could’ve been roommates. The thought made me chuckle.
I’d become better at making quick decisions, but this situation with Carla was another example of how I needed to take charge. I needed to be more demanding—with people other than Bobbi.
With that in mind, I crouched in front of Carla.
“What are we going to do here, Carla?”
She snuffled. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t know that I want you in my house anymore.”
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
“I’m not happy with you. I certainly can’t trust you. Why the fuck should I keep you around?”
Carla looked at me pleadingly. “Like I said—I can tell you so much about him.”
“And you’re going to,” I said. “I want to know what kind of stocks he was interested in. I want to know how often he brushes his teeth. I want to know everything he’s ever said about his son. I want to know his mother’s maiden name, the street he grew up on, and the name of his first pet.”
“Okay,” she sniffled. “What... what do I get?”
Fucking Carla Tanaka. This girl would always try to get something… even when she’s bound like a medieval peasant.
“What do you get?” I repeated. “I don’t feed you to your fucking husband. I let you stay in my apartment. I keep paying you a salary. I keep letting you eat my food. That’s what you get.”
“You feed me information, and I keep you safe. But none of this boyfriend crap anymore. That ship sailed. You and me? This? It’s transactional. That’s it.”
I stood up, turned, and made my way over to Bobbi. I grabbed her by the ponytail and tugged it downward, making it even more difficult for my little pet to stay aloft over the A-frame.
Looking back at Carla, I said, “Lie to me, and you’ll look like her. Lie to me again—and after you look worse than her, I’ll send you back to Hiro in a bow.”
“But what if I tell you everything I know and don’t have anything else?” she asked, pitifully.
I released Bobbi. “Can you dance?”
“Dance?”
“Yeah. Like a stripper. Lap dances? Poles?”
“I—yes.”
“Good to know,” I said, beginning to haul her off the device she was struggling so bravely with.
Carla watched me in silence until I finally had Bobbi standing beside me, her arms still bound behind her back, breasts sticking out proudly.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Walking back to Carla, I bent at the waist, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look up at me just enough so I could find her mouth with mine. It was a quick, messy kiss that was over before she probably even realized what I was doing.
“I’m not going to punish you tonight.”
I straightened and returned to Bobbi, grabbing the bindings at her wrists and turning her toward the dungeon door as I escorted her out. My pet threw a glare over her shoulder at Carla as we walked away from her.
“But you’re not leaving this room until I’m sure I believe you.”
And then we left, the other three trailing behind.
I was a little disappointed. I really wanted to hate-fuck Carla, but any move like that right now would probably be more upsetting to both of us than anything else. Hell, fucking a sea sponge would probably be more pleasant right now—at least it wouldn’t be crying.
At least, I had other options.
“I’d love to hear your thoughts,” I said to the other three women.
Erin held up her phone, which was lit up. “I need to take this. Give me fifteen minutes?”
“Sure,” I said. “Meet me in my room.”
“I need to talk to Karl,” Helen said. “See you there?”
“Yeah.”
As they were leaving, I turned my attention to Chloe.
“Hey. I need you to do something for me…”
***
“Sit,” I said as I pointed to my bed.
Bobbi stared up at me with those bright gray eyes—equal parts questioning and accusatory. When she didn’t move fast enough, I snapped my fingers, more insistently this time.
“Sit.”
She did it, turning and easing herself daintily onto my mattress. Grace had nothing to do with it. Her ass was three shades of red, thanks to Helen.
As I started walking away, she snapped, “Why the fuck did you have her do that to me?”
“What?” I asked, already heading into the master bath.
“She fucking gave it to me. The works! And I didn’t even do anything! What—so Bimbo Barbie gets a little visual lesson?”
“Probably,” I called out as I rifled through my medicine cabinet.
“What!? You didn’t tell her to do that?”
“I haven’t told her what to do with you in a while,” I said, speaking a half-truth. I told Helen to bring her—I didn’t give instructions about what to do once she got there. In truth, I wasn’t sure what exactly I wanted from Bobbi in that room. Some half-baked idea of using her just as she accused me of... a visual aid to make a point to Carla.
Only, Carla’s complete breakdown had been a total mood killer.
“I just don’t—”
“Bobbi,” I said, snatching a tube of ointment off the shelf and leaning against the door so I could look at her. “Shut up.”
The use of her actual name came as a surprise to both of us. I suspect that alone was what shut her up more than the command.
I approached her, took the cap off the ointment, and squirted a healthy dose into my palm. “Lie back.”
“Why?”
Still pissed off from the ordeal with Ryo and Carla, Bobbi bore the brunt of my lingering irritation. I closed the distance, grabbed her ponytail, and yanked her head back hard, bringing my face close to hers.
“Are you fucking serious right now? I thought we were past this. You do what I say, when I say it. Period.”
That got her attention. The usual edge in her eyes dulled, the bratty gleam still lingering like the faded ghost of chalkboard scrawl. I doubted her spirit would ever truly fade.
Truth be told... I didn’t want it to.
Never in a million years would I admit it to her, but I was starting to like Bobbi. Her submissiveness, threaded with that undercurrent of ferocity... fuck, it made my dick hard.
I let go of her hair, keeping my face close as I growled, “Now. Lay down.”
She fell back onto the mattress, her bound hands tucked against the small of her back—an angle that did incredible things to her body.
Ointment in hand, I pressed my palm to the flat of her belly, where red marks ran in chaotic lines.
Bobbi let out a hiss but otherwise stayed silent, not speaking until spoken to.
I began rubbing the medicine in, enjoying how the greasy ointment slicked across her taut skin, making every muscle curve more enticing under my touch. I stepped between her legs, which hung off the bed. My hands ran up her chest, kneading her breasts, rubbing firm circles into tender, bruised flesh. Despite herself, Bobbi’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting with shallow breaths. She was getting turned on.
My hands slid down her ribs to her waist. I pulled her hips toward me, and her damp pussy coated the front of my pants.
Leaning forward, I was tempted to kiss her beautiful, soft breasts, but didn’t relish the taste of ointment. Instead, I bypassed them and went straight for her lips. Instinctively, I felt her hand come up to my shoulder and begin to push at me, and then the pressure relaxed as she accepted the kiss. Moments later, I felt her lips slacken and then open slightly… a silent invitation for me to—
Distant feminine voices faded into existence just outside my door.
Bobbi’s eyes flew open. She started to slide away from me.
I tugged her thighs back into place with a firm grip, shaking my head slightly. The message was clear: You stay where I put you.
Helen and Erin walked in, shoulder to shoulder. They immediately took in the scene. Helen smirked darkly. Erin simply grinned.
“Did we interrupt something?” Erin asked, hitching her thumb toward the hallway. “We could always leave and come back later.”
“You know better than that,” I said.
Bobbi had gone rigid the moment the girls entered, but my hands kept rubbing ointment into her irritated skin. It was something she couldn’t ignore. As the seconds ticked on, she melted again beneath my touch.
I couldn’t have that.
“This one wanted to know why you were so hard on her.”
Bobbi’s eyes flew open. “I did—”
One look from me with a single index finger hovering near my lips shut her up fast.
I looked to Helen, expecting an answer.
“I thought you were going to make more use of her as some sort of cautionary tale.”
“I thought you were going to go further with both of them,” Erin said. That was rich coming from her, considering she hadn’t stopped squirming in discomfort in the dungeon.
I slid my hands down Bobbi’s inner thighs, nudging until she opened her legs just enough for me to slip from between them. “You saw Carla. Did that look like a good time to you?”
“I mean… in a different context, perhaps,” Helen admitted, “but considering the circumstances, no. I liked the tone you set with her, though. It was strong… effective. It got the job done, and if I’m being honest, it made me a little wet.”
“It started to feel like the lobby of a battered women’s shelter in there,” Erin said. “I don’t think I’ve seen a woman cry that much since—”
She trailed off, blushing a little as she glanced at me.
I eyed her, wondering what she was about to say, but let it go. Instead, I walked over to one of the armchairs near my bed and dropped into it.
“What’d you think?”
“I think she’s telling the truth,” Erin said.
“I agree,” Helen added.
Not wanting to hear that. I huffed and rested my chin in my palm, contemplating next steps.
“Kitten,” Helen said.
Bobbi immediately sat up on the bed, eyes on Helen. Why didn’t she respond like that for me?
“Your master is frustrated,” Helen continued. “Relieve him.”
Bobbi hesitated, glancing between me, Erin, and Helen. My lawyer simply raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Bobbi dropped to her knees in front of me.
I was tempted to tell her to undo my belt and zipper with her teeth, but being the merciful master I am, I handled it myself. I slid my pants down and kicked them aside, now bare from the waist down.
My cock stood erect and proud… expectant.
Bobbi looked up at me with those big, pretty eyes. The message in them was clear: Don’t say a word.
And then she set to work, slipping her lips over the head of my pre-cum-slick cock.
As Bobbi found her rhythm, Helen continued the conversation. “What do you want to do next?”
I placed a hand on the back of Bobbi’s head, coaxing her to take me deeper, the tip of my cock nudging her throat. I looked up at the two women—Helen, watching me expectantly, and Erin, watching Bobbi.
“One of us is going to be down there every waking moment,” I finally said. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to know everything. I wouldn’t have found the connection between Carla and Amber if I hadn’t been so angry and determined to find something.”
Helen sank into the other armchair, angling it slightly toward me before sitting. “I believe the term no stone left unturned applies here. But the fact that Amber and Carla fraternized... it doesn’t seem to lead anywhere.”
“I’m not so sure,” I said, enjoying Bobbi’s mouth.
I looked at Erin and caught her eye. I jerked my head slightly toward Helen.
She got the message.
I watched Erin close the distance between her and Helen, then drop to her knees as I continued, “I’m starting to wonder whether Amber and Hiro planned this the entire time.”
“You think Hiro’s pulling Amber’s strings?” Helen asked. She lifted her ass off the chair as Erin hooked her fingers in the bottom of Helen’s dominatrix attire and shucked it down her thighs. Helen’s dark brown curls had been trimmed into a neat, well-groomed patch. The skin around her outer lips was shaved smooth, and I caught a glint of moisture—she was already wet.
“Maybe,” I said with a shrug.
Bobbi plunged down on my cock. I placed one hand on the back of her head and held firm, the head of my cock halfway in her throat. I pushed harder, inching just a little deeper. The sound of her gagging sent a delicious thrill down my spine, causing my cock to throb.
I rolled my head back on the chair and groaned, “I agree with you guys... it feels like Carla’s telling the truth. But if they planned something together, the whole thing fits together pretty cleanly.”
“I don’t understand why, though,” Helen said, mirroring my position with Bobbi. Her fingers had slid into Erin’s hair, pressing my assistant’s face deep between her legs. It was a beautiful sight—my good girl, my own property, putting my smug little secretary in her place.
It felt like Helen and I were royalty on twin thrones, being serviced by our subjects.
I felt pressure on my hand—Bobbi was fighting to escape my cock lodged in her throat. I didn’t let her. She gagged and coughed around me, her eyes glassy and wet, pleading but daring me to release her.
“I don’t fully understand either,” I said, my voice strained with the pressure building under my skin. “He wanted Kelly to win. Why would giving up his wife to me be worth more than getting his pick for CEO of one of the most powerful, lucrative companies in the world, in which he has a pretty large stake?”
“Fuck,” Helen muttered as Erin pulled her face from Helen’s glistening pussy.
“Unless this isn’t about you at all,” Erin said.
I released Bobbi, who sat back and gasped, sucking in oxygen. My cock bobbed in the air, slick with her saliva.
I ignored her, turning my attention to Erin. “You’re saying this is about Carla?”
Erin’s girl-cum-covered lips twisted into a thoughtful little frown. “Maybe if Carla came from a powerful family or had other connections. But I don’t think she does.”
“So, you think Hiro might’ve used Carla to sabotage Kelly’s chances?”
“I don’t know,” Erin said, slipping her fingers back into Helen’s pussy to keep her occupied. My lawyer leaned back in her seat, hips gyrating, but she was still paying attention.
“There were a lot of powerful people who wanted Kelly as CEO,” Helen said, breathlessly. “Most of your family has stakes in the company. Brantwood. Rajesh Desai...”
I reached for Bobbi, grabbed her ponytail, and gently guided her back to my cock. She obeyed silently, kissing up the side of my shaft before running her tongue along its length.
So many possibilities.
What if they were right? What if I were just a piece in a bigger game between Hiro and someone else? These people had known each other for years—grudges, friendships, secrets.
It was interesting that Rajesh had died. Was there more to that than I’d assumed? Was it more than a failed negotiation?
And was this war with Hiro a smokescreen to cover up for his alleged role in Kelly’s failure to get enough votes? Was I collateral fucking damage?
Now that I thought about it... there was one name Helen didn’t mention from that board meeting.
Carla and Astrid had been pretty chummy that day.
Astrid couldn’t be involved in this... could she?
My grip on Bobbi’s ponytail tightened as a cold realization sank in.
What if I hadn’t been Ryo’s intended target?
I was just about to say that out loud when Chloe walked into the bedroom.
She glanced at Bobbi on her knees, then at Helen, who’d grown tired of fingers and pulled Erin’s face back between her thighs. Chloe’s icy blue stare locked on me, her lips curling into a feline smile. I almost swore I could hear her purr.
“Don’t mind me,” Chloe said, seemingly unaffected. “Checked the thing you wanted. You were right.”
She held up a piece of gold jewelry—a bracelet.
I caught it when she tossed it to me, examining it as Bobbi plunged back down on my cock again.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. It’s bugged. We didn’t catch it because Carla’s never brought it into the house. It’s the only thing that’s bugged in her apartment, though.”
“Well...” I looked down at the bracelet in my hand, then back up at Chloe.
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