Saturday, September 7th, 8:03 am
“You’re awake.”
I pressed my fingers to my eyes and massaged them through my eyelids. “I don’t wanna be.”
“I know. I’m sorry,” came the response.
It took a moment for my vision to clear once I pulled my fingers away from my eyes and opened them back up so I could look at the woman lying next to me. “It’s okay. I’m happy to be here.”
I’d received a knock on the door in the early morning hours. It turned out to be Chloe telling me someone was crying in Emily and Natashya’s room. I extracted myself from Erin’s arms and left my naked assistant sleeping peacefully as I left my room to go see what was going on. It turned out to be another bout of night terrors that left my sister’s girlfriend unable to sleep. She was sobbing quietly in Emily’s arms when I slipped into the room. Even in the dark, I could see Emily’s large eyes looking up at me pitifully as Natashya clung to her. I’d spent the next hour and a half hugging on the poor girl until she finally fell asleep between us, with me falling asleep not long after her.
Now that I was awake, it was just Emily. Natashya was nowhere to be seen.
Lying in bed with Emily wasn’t that strange. She was a morning person, and I wasn’t, so I’d often wake up to see her lying in my bed, reading a book and waiting for me to wake up when we were younger. When she returned from her stint in Los Angeles and rehab, I was the one lying in her bed until she woke up, often with cold donuts or bagels and a smile to remind her that she wasn’t alone. Waking to see her lying in bed a few feet from me wasn’t abnormal at all… in fact, there was something comforting in it.
So why the hell did it feel weird?
“Where’s Natashya?” I asked as I looked at the empty spot between us.
“She’s in the shower,” Emily said, folding her arms over her pillow and laying her head back down on them. Her hair was a tangled mess of brown layered through with subtle highlights of lighter shades that obfuscated most of the pillow and mattress under her and contrasted beautifully with her creamy complexion. Her eyes were tired, but as she looked at me, I could see the gratitude and joy in them. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do much,” I said around a yawn, covering my mouth to avoid my morning breath from assaulting her senses. “I just hugged her and made sure she knew we were here for her.”
“It’s different coming from you. She responds better.” A shadow passed over her face briefly—gone before I even registered it was there, but I knew my sister well enough to know what it meant.
“I doubt it,” I said, trying to settle Emily’s unease. “I mean, even if it—”
Emily shook her head. “It’s because you both went through the Vegas thing together. I think she feels some kind of connection with you because of it.”
I fell silent while digesting this new bit of information. “I didn’t know that.”
“She’s been keeping her distance,” Emily said. “To spare my feelings. I can tell she doesn’t want to, though. She might even want to open up to you about it. I don’t know. All I know is that she won’t talk to me about it. I don’t even really know what happened to her.”
“Em, you know what happened to her,” I said, casting Emily a disbelieving look.
“Yeah,” my sister said. “I just wish she would tell me… or I wish there was something more I could do for her.”
“Maybe we should send her back to the States for therapy,” I suggested.
Emily shook her head. “No… I suggested it, but she won’t let me even finish the sentence. She says traveling like this is a rare opportunity, and we can’t let it go to waste.”
“I can literally send you guys wherever you want, whenever you want,” I pointed out.
“I know,” Emily said, casting her eyes down. We lay in silence for a moment, and then she looked back up at me. “Do you ever feel like I stole Natashya from you?”
My brows knitted as I wondered where the hell that question had come from. Of course, Natashya and I had a connection early on in my career as a wealthy man, but it was clear that she and my sister were good for each other, so I backed off to give them a chance to grow their relationship. Even though they’d come with me on this European excursion, I hadn’t spent much time around them with the intent of giving them space to work on their relationship. Even though everything seemed okay, something felt a little off between the three of us.
“She was never mine for you to steal,” I said. “Natashya can make up her own mind on who she wants, Em.”
“She gave up a lot for me,” Emily said.
“She realized you were worth settling down for,” I corrected. “You took care of her after Vegas. I can tell how much you care for each other.”
One corner of Emily’s mouth twitched, tightening against her cheek. It was a blatant tell that she was going to start crying soon. “I’m just afraid you guys resent me for asking her to be exclusive and that I’m driving a wedge between the two of you when you could actually really help her heal.”
“Hey!” I said, scooting across the mattress to wrap an arm around her. I pulled my sister close to me and hugged her tight. She didn’t resist and buried her face in my shoulder as she wrapped an arm around me. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her strong morning scent as I held her close. “You’re not. I’ve been keeping my distance from you guys out of respect for your relationship.”
Emily pulled her face out of my shoulder and looked up at me, and I could see the slight irritation around her eyelids from where she was fighting tears. Her eyes were overly bright pools of startling gray as she met my gaze. “You wouldn’t have distanced yourself from her if it wasn’t for me, though.”
“Yeah, but this is the situation we’re in, and because I love you so much, I’ll keep doing whatever you need me to do.”
She compressed her lips and swallowed hard. “Maybe… maybe you can talk to her? Get her to open up a little?”
“If you’d like,” I said.
“Just… maybe do it over dinner or something… around other people. She told me about Amsterdam, and I know how she can be… I just don’t want to give her more temptation than she can bear… especially while she’s so vulnerable.” She chuckled and blinked away the potential tears. “She already confessed that she misses dick, and I think if I gave her permission, she’d be on you pretty quickly.”
I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that information. It was strange to have this kind of conversation about my sister’s girlfriend as we held onto each other like this.
Emily sighed, her eyes wandering over my face, and then quirked a corner of her mouth up at me. Her tongue darted across her full lips, and she said, “I guess I can’t blame her. Being with a girl has been remarkable, but there are some things women can’t do for you… you know?”
I stared back at her, suddenly feeling even more weird about the situation. It wasn’t so much the frankness of our conversation alone—we’d discussed sex openly in the past. It was all the other things happening in the moment. How close we were to each other… the way she was looking up at me with her big blue-gray eyes, looking all vulnerable. I suddenly became very aware of her formidable chest pressed against mine and the fact that I had a rapidly-growing erection.
We stared at each other for a few moments in silence, and I was acutely aware of just how close our faces were to each other. I remembered the morning I’d walked in on her completely nude; the image of her slender form hunched over Natashya… those large, milky-white tits on her chest…
Fuck. Did I want to kiss Emily?
The bedroom door opened, and we both jumped like we’d been hit by a cattle prod. A foot of mattress magically apparated between the two of us.
Bobbi opened the door just enough to slip through, and I immediately did a double take. Her hair fell over one side of her face, hiding a prominent darkening splotch on her cheek below her eye. She was nursing a split lip as she shut the door behind her and leaned against it. A cream-colored silk shift draped off her body, with a matching shawl falling over her shoulders. It hugged her perfectly while concealing most of her from my eyes.
“What the fuck?” I asked, sitting up and twisting so my feet hit the floor. I stood up. “What happened?”
Bobbi didn’t speak. She simply stood there against the door, watching me, and I saw a complete lack of hatred or rebellion in her eyes. For the first time, I saw… relief?
“What happened?” I repeated, taking a couple of steps toward her. I heard movement and saw my sister slip out of the other side of the bed. She was fixing the sleep shirt she’d been wearing and let out a gasp as she took in my submissive’s injuries.
“Bobbi!” I snapped, using her real name for the first time in over a month. She jumped slightly at the tone in my voice—or possibly hearing her name come from my lips. It might have sounded like a parent using a child’s middle name. That’s when you knew you were in trouble.
“Marcus!” Emily chided me.
I ignored my sister. “Come here,” I ordered, my words hard as iron.
She obeyed and left the door, slowly approaching me. As soon as she got within arm’s length, I took her by one shoulder and pulled her closer, brushing her hair away from the left side of her face. The bruise on her cheek looked pretty fresh but was already darkening; my thumb grazed it, and my submissive winced at my touch with a pained expression.
“What happened?” I asked for a third time.
When she cut her eyes up at me this time, I saw a flash of disgust in them as if my even asking the question was a disappointment to her. You should already know what happened, her gaze told me. That disgust would have normally enraged me, but now it reassured me that the woman I’d taken all those weeks ago was still there. Her spirit remained intact.
“What happened?” Emily insisted, coming to a halt a couple feet behind Bobbi.
“I… loaned Bobbi to Astrid last night,” I admitted to my sister, bracing myself for the onslaught I would likely receive. As I spoke, I slid the shawl off Bobbi’s shoulders; it fell away and took the entire thing with it, puddling around my submissive’s feet and exposing her arms. Angry raised lines crossed each other up and down Bobbi’s arms, marring her perfect complexion.
Emily gasped as she stared at Bobbi’s back and said, “Oh my god…”
I pulled Bobbi toward me, allowing me to look over her shoulder to see similar welts crossing at random points on her upper back and shoulders. A few of them looked like they’d bled a little.
“Hey,” I said, pulling back to look down at my submissive. “Who did this to you?”
As if I didn’t already know the answer.
Eyes narrowed to slits, Bobbi looked up at me and said, “Who do you think?”
At that moment, the door to the adjoining bathroom opened, and Natashya walked out, wearing a towel around her midsection. Her hair looked relatively dry as it hung loose around her shoulders. She was starting to say something cheeky, based on the smile she wore, but it faded as quickly as the words on her tongue as she took in the sight of Bobbi’s abuse. She said something in a language I didn’t understand, but it sounded like a curse.
“You… ‘loaned’ her out?” Emily asked.
Yeah… this was going to be bad.
“Hey,” I said, looking back at Bobbi. I gently grasped her shoulders in my hands, careful to avoid touching any marks on her skin. “Are you okay?”
“Does she look okay!?” Emily said, her temper clearly rising.
“Yes,” Bobbi said so quietly that I might have missed it had I not looked directly at her. “Sir,” she added near the end. I wasn’t sure what to think about that.
“Marcus! Look at her!” Emily continued. “She needs a doctor!”
Still ignoring my sister, I kept my eyes on Bobbi, trying to discern what the hell she was thinking. I placed my fingers on her chin and tilted her head up to look at me, and she met my gaze… that moment of disgust was gone, but the defiance remained. I didn’t feel like it was directed at me. It was more like she was letting me know that she still wasn’t broken.
“How could you do this!?” Emily asked.
“Shut the fuck up, Emily!” I hadn’t said the words. Bobbi had. She’d wrenched her chin free of my grasp to look directly at the closest thing she probably had to a friend and spat the words with as much venom as anything I’d ever heard from her. I was dumbstruck.
Emily was dumbstruck.
“Hah!” Natashya bellowed and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. She was brash and unapologetic, but she wasn’t stupid. This obviously wasn’t the place for whatever off-color joke she was about to make.
I sighed, grabbed my socks and shoes from beside the bed, and began slipping them on. “I’ll be back,” I growled.
“Wait! Where are you going?” Emily called out as I headed toward the door.
“To have a talk with Astrid!” I called out just before disappearing through the door.
______
The sauna was easy enough to find—a building sitting on the edge of the fjord near their house. It was a large structure that hung off the shore and was supported by pilings that peaked just above the water’s surface. As I walked across the yard toward it, I couldn’t help but notice once again how green and rich everything looked. Too bad I was so upset that I couldn’t properly appreciate my first morning in Norway.
Reaching the building, I opened the door and walked in. It was well furnished with walls lined in light wood paneling. Comfortable tapestries and carpets hung on the walls and across the floor, and a television was playing. Astrid’s bodyguard was sitting on the brown leather couch in the middle of the room, watching a soccer match. He looked over his shoulder as I walked in and immediately returned to his game without giving me a second glance.
“Astrid in here?” I asked.
The bodyguard pointed toward a door to my right without looking back at me, and I followed his directions. Through the door was a short hallway ending with another door. A small stained-glass window was worked into the door, which looked dimly lit on the other side. I made my way towards it.
Entering, I was immediately assaulted by a wall of damp heat that rolled over me, threatening to suffocate me immediately. That wasn’t the only hot thing that assaulted my senses, though.
Astrid sat on a bench along one wall, once again wearing almost nothing. She was perched with one knee raised and her hands clasped on it. Her white-blonde hair was a shade darker and plastered to her scalp.
She wasn’t alone.
Equally as nude and even more beautiful than the heiress was my personal trainer. Tara was sitting on another bench with both feet on the floor. Her arms were stretched across the bench behind her, tightening her firm tits across her chest and showing off her sleek musculature. Her hair was much darker and also hung limply over one shoulder.
Like Astrid, Tara didn’t seem too bothered by my entrance and didn’t move to cover herself, and I got my first look at her entire nude body. Her golden tan was even across her entire body, meaning it was either natural or she tanned in the nude. Her areola were only a few shades darker than her skin—a light brown slightly larger than a quarter that surrounded a couple of small nipples that stood out only a fraction of an inch. As I suspected, every goddamn inch of that woman was perfectly in place and tight. It just wasn’t fucking fair that she was only interested in women.
I glanced back and forth between them and asked, “Am I interrupting something?”
“Not at all,” Astrid said, looking me up and down. “I ran into Miss Gellar on my way to the sauna and invited her to join me.”
“Got a run in this mornin’,” Tara said. “Everything alright?”
“Tara, I hate to do this,” I said, “But could you give Astrid and me a few minutes to ourselves?”
Tara regarded both of us with her dark blue eyes for a long moment and then shrugged. “No problem. ‘Bout time for a shower anyway. Think I’ll head up to my room and take one. You gonna have time for a workout before you fly out for your meeting?”
“No,” I said, focusing mainly on Astrid so I didn’t have to lament not having access to one of the hottest women I’d ever met.
“Right, then,” Tara said with a nod. “Astrid. Good talking to ya.”
Astrid gave her a smile and a slow nod as if she were a teacher granting a student permission to go to the bathroom. It struck me as odd because Astrid seemed so down to earth when we first met.
As soon as Tara closed the door, I asked, “What happened?”
The Norwegian beauty adjusted her posture, making a show of crossing her legs in front of her. Her entire body was on full display despite the slight haze of steam in the air. “What do you mean?”
“Bobbi. She came back to my room looking pretty messed up. What happened?”
“Your kitten?” Astrid asked. “I just played with her last night just as you said I could.”
I balked. “You were the only one?”
It was her turn to look at me a little confusedly. “Of course. I wouldn’t let someone touch her without clearing it with you first.”
The idea that Astrid could have done all that to her was surprising despite having seen Helen manhandle Bobbi for weeks. I just hadn’t something like this from the woman I met in the board room. “You beat the shit out of her.”
“You didn’t set any limits when you loaned her to me,” Astrid said, sounding almost as if she didn’t understand why I’d crashed her sauna time.
“I didn’t think I needed to,” I pressed.
“I’m confused. What seems to be the issue? Was it that I marked her up without your consent? I assure you… this isn’t my first time. I’ve left nothing permanent.”
“That’s not the point!” I protested.
“Then what is?”
I… wasn’t sure how to answer that. Helen and I had definitely put Bobbi through her paces. We’d spanked her, deprived her of pleasure, done breath play, coaxed her into lesbian sex, had her pubic hair removed, and I’d just recently informed her I’d take her off birth control. Granted, I’d tried to make her leave, and she’d attempted homicide over it, but it wasn’t like we’d asked her if she enjoyed the way we treated her. Still, this felt… wrong.
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, deciding that I couldn’t quite answer her question.
Instead of answering my question, she raised her legs and pulled her knees into her chest as she studied me as if I were some great mystery that needed to be resolved.
“Because I can?” she finally said.
“Because you can,” I repeated, unsure what to do with that.
“I’m not particularly fond of women,” Astrid said with a shrug, but I don’t have a submissive quite like Bobbi, so I thought I’d use her to work out some aggression some of my other partners aren’t as capable of dealing with.”
“Aggression?” I asked. “Haven’t you heard of angry sex?”
“Oh,” Astrid said, standing up, “We did that too.”
Despite my anger toward the woman in front of me, the image of Astrid completely dominating and railing the shit out of Bobbi was appealing, and I could feel my cock stirring in my jeans. Jeans, I might add, which were growing damp in that room. I could already feel my shirt begin to cling to me. My hair was sticking to my scalp and forehead, and beads of sweat were already starting to gather. Some were already starting their slow descent down the side of my face and neck.
“I don’t understand,” Astrid said. “You said she was yours. You said she owned her. If it isn’t about marking her up, then why do you care?”
“Because,” I said. “There are lines.”
“You own a person,” Astrid said dryly as she took a single step toward me, closing the distance between us. “You don’t think you already crossed some pretty significant lines?”
“I broke it down to you,” I shot back. Despite being angry with her, I couldn’t help but glance down at her body. Her runner’s build was inviting, and despite having several inches on Erin, she was about as thin as her. I could have easily tossed her around the room. “She wanted to give herself to me.”
“I call bullshit.” Astrid smiled and said, “Even if she did, that wouldn’t excuse the first part of your relationship.”
“You don’t—”
“Darling, shhh,” the Norse beauty said, pressing an index finger to my lips to silence me. She slid the digit down, dragging my bottom lip along with it. Then she stopped when the tip of her finger hung onto my bottom lip and gently moved it back and forth, tracing it before slipping it past my teeth and into my mouth. I reflexively ran my tongue up the length of her slender finger.
“I told you before… the world is your oyster. It’s your playground. You don’t have to trouble yourself with things like this. You’ll just make yourself sad or indecisive, and we can’t have that, can we?”
She extracted her finger from my mouth, slid her hand down my damp shirt, and pressed her palm into my crotch, feeling my hardon. “Besides, who are we kidding? You love the idea of me using your little whore like that. You want me to do it again, don’t you?”
Astrid ran her palm up and down the lump in my pants as she leaned forward, getting dangerously close to kissing me. “You want to do things like that too, don’t you? You can… you know that, right? Fuck what that little slut wants. Just take it from her. You did that once already. Just keep taking until there’s nothing left and then toss her away like the trash she is and get another one.”
Oh my god… I should have been horrified by what she was saying, but goddamn, if it wasn’t hot to hear her say it while she was massaging my dick through my pants while nearly kissing me as I sweat buckets.
Did I want that sort of thing? Did I actually care about Bobbi, or was my knee-jerk reaction to seeing her this morning a result of my upbringing. Did any of that still apply to me?
No. I could always contemplate the moral implications tied to being a billionaire later. I wasn’t going to go down that philosophical rabbit hole while fully clothed in a sauna with this wealthy daddy’s girl whispering temptations in my ear like some kind of shoulder devil. As much as I wanted to give into temptation, tear my clothes off, and take her right into this sauna, I was still mad at her. I was also tired of being manipulated.
After confronting my brother, traveling to Amsterdam, Paris, London, Scotland, and seducing Lillian, I was starting to get a feel for what it was like being the powerful one. I was beginning to realize how much command I could wield. My money presented so many doors for me to walk through. All I had to do was actually open the doors and step through. I was tired of letting people manipulate me. Ashlee had done it. Carla had… even Helen, and now Astrid was trying to use her womanly wiles to get me to admit that I was being stupid.
Maybe I was being stupid, but that was a question to be answered when I wasn’t standing in front of Astrid.
I grabbed the slender woman by the back of her head and surprised her by pulling her head forward so that I could kiss her. I was rough, my lips unyielding as I massaged them against hers. My tongue invaded her mouth a moment later and met resistance when it crashed against her teeth. I slid the tip across her smooth incisors and canines until I felt her lift them up, permitting it entrance. I decided not to explore further… Astrid was too unknown a quantity, and I wasn’t sure how likely she was to bite.
Instead, I bit her bottom lip just enough to hear a gasp from her before releasing it. Then I pulled away, and my fingers wrapped around her throat. I enjoyed watching her eyes grow wide at the sensation, but I didn’t give her any more time to process the pressure on her throat. In one fluid motion, I turned, shoved her against the wall, and pressed her sweaty body against mine.
“I don’t care about what you think is right or wrong,” I growled. “I don’t care if I’m not making sense. I’m telling you that Bobbi is mine. She’s mine to break. Not yours, and if you ever want to play with anything of mine again, you’ll respect my wishes. Got it?”
Astrid’s eyes were wide, but that was the only indication that she might be afraid. It could just as easily have been anger.
She stared at me for a long moment and then gave a single nod of affirmation. Then, the next few moments stretched into eternity as we stared at each other in absolute silence until I felt my head begin to spin a little. Saunas weren’t made for clothes.
Finally, I let her go and backed off. Not holding her throat so tight that it cut off her wind supply, she simply cleared her throat and continued to stare at me. The fact that she didn’t raise a hand to her neck to rub at the ghostly sensation of my grip was a testament to her discipline.
“Brave of you to do that, considering you still need me for this talk,” Astrid said.
“Why are you doing it?” I asked.
She didn’t respond.
“Hiro and I at war is probably bad for business, so you’re just trying to do what’s best for you. Right?”
I got nothing from Astrid in the way of affirmation, so I just assumed I hit the nail on the head. Still… she was kind of right. She’d set this whole thing up and welcomed me as her guest. She shouldn’t have done what she had to Bobbi, but perhaps what I’d just done was an overreaction.
“I apologize,” I finally said. “I felt like you were trying to manipulate me, and I’ve had enough of that.”
“It’s alright,” Astrid said, still leaning against the wall. “I might have gotten a little carried away. I enjoy a good philosophical dalliance, but this might not have been the proper time. You were concerned for your pet.”
“Thank you,” I said. I needed to get out of here before I passed out and ruined whatever tough-guy points I’d just accrued with this woman. “When do we leave?”
“After lunch,” Astrid said. She reached up and rubbed her hand on her neck while distracted by our conversation. Maybe she’d been a little anxious about what I’d just done after all.
I took a step back toward the door. “Good deal. See you at lunch then?”
She gave me a small smile that I was almost certain was laced with uncertainty. “See you at lunch.”
______
“Goddamn,” Erin said, leaning in the doorway to the bathroom and watching as I peeled the wet shirt off my body and tossed it to the floor. It hit the cold tile with a wet splat.
I looked up at her and said, “Hm?”
“Tara’s doing a number on you,” Erin said, her eyes traveling up and down my body as I stood in front of her, wearing nothing but my wet jeans. “I’ve seen you plenty of times, but this hits different for some reason. Maybe it’s all the sweat.”
“Thanks,” I said, eying my assistant. Tara had been working hard to help me sculpt the body I wanted and had done the same for Helen. The two of us had undergone the most changes, followed by Bobbi. Erin… not so much. To be fair, though, Erin didn’t need it. She was already so slender that if she lost weight, she might start to look a little emaciated. At the same time, I didn’t think her putting muscle on would be right either. Erin was perfect the way she was, and we both knew it.
“You look good, too,” I said, stating the obvious.
She sauntered into the room with one hand on her hip, still gazing at my naked torso as I began stripping out of my wet jeans. Her eyes halted at my cock as it bounced free of its confines. “I can see that.” She looked into my eyes. “What’s got you so hot and bothered?”
“Astrid,” I said, relaying the whole story, starting with the blonde’s request to use Bobbi. As I told the story, standing there completely nude, Erin walked over to my bed and hauled an overnight bag out from between it and the nightstand to set it on the mattress. She started rummaging through it as I told the story, stopping occasionally to look up at me as things like Bobbi’s bruises came to light.
“Jesus,” Erin said. “I thought Helen played rough.”
“Not as rough as Astrid, I’m afraid,” I admitted. Then I jerked my chin at the bag. “What’s that?”
“Just an overnight bag I put together for you.”
“I shouldn’t need it. Astrid said we should be back this evening,” I said, walking to the closet where Erin had stored a lot of my clothes. I rummaged through some of the nicer clothes, thinking I should look decent for Tanaka.
“You never know,” Erin hummed. “Lady Håkansson might have different plans.” She held up a pair of handcuffs. “Sexy plans.”
Erin had a point. Astrid had proved unpredictable, and taking an overnight bag wasn’t the worst idea in the world. Besides… what if Ryo Tanaka decided to extend the talks for whatever reason. “How many changes of clothes?”
“Three,” Erin said, rummaging through the bag. “There’s another pair of shoes, a couple of power bars, the remote to Helen’s vibrator, and your laptop complete with cable.”
“Helen’s remote? Isn’t that thing controlled by my phone?”
“It’s the dedicated device. Just has the one slider for vibration intensity… no fancy controls like pulse. It looks a little like a long fidget toy. Maybe if you get bored while talking peace, you can play with it and take solace that at least one of us is having fun.” Erin grinned.
“It’ll work out there?” I asked.
“This thing was expensive as hell,” Erin said. “If you can connect to a phone network, you can probably use the remote too.”
“Huh,” I said. “Sounds like magic.”
“Money works miracles,” Erin said, zipping up my overnight bag. Then she walked over to me, grabbing the hem of her shirt and hauling it over her head. “Now… I think we have some time before lunch. Want a quickie before you go? Only access to good vag is gonna be two blondes, and I think they might beat you up just as easily as fuck your brains out.”
I grinned at my assistant, wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, and hauled her into the air to carry her toward the bed. “I might just take you up on that offer,” I said as I dropped her on my mattress. I fell to my knees and hauled her pants and panties over her hips, down her legs, and yanked them completely off so that she was as naked as I was.
Not even bothering to admire the tiny pussy that I could probably draw from memory at this point, I buried my face between Erin’s legs and got to work. My tongue plunged deep into the sweet canal of my assistant as she wrapped her bronze thighs around my head.
“Oh fuck yes,” she breathed, her fingernails sliding through my hair. “I’m gonna lay here and think about that fucking trainer of yours while you eat me out. Think she would do as good a job as you?”
I didn’t respond immediately because of how occupied I was eating out with the young woman on my bed. I’m not sure if it was my bias or not, but Erin just tasted sweeter than most—like a hint of honey was added to the mixture that made up the typical flavor of vaginal fluid. That mixed with how vocal she was, performing oral on Erin was hardly work; it was a delight.
Reveling in the silky smoothness of her inner lips as I ran my tongue up her slit, I enjoyed her delighted hums and squeals of pleasure as I ate her out. She described all the ways she wanted to go down on our personal trainer and suggested ways of seducing her, which included doing yoga completely nude, showering next to Tara and offering to wash her, and several other scenarios that sounded like she’d pulled them directly from a porn ***********.
Already primed from my encounter with Astrid, I couldn’t take any more teasing and abruptly stood up, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and unceremoniously plunged my dick directly into her tight little hole.
“Aw fuck yeeess,” she moaned, stretching out on the bed so that her firm tits stood flat against her chest, making it look almost as small as Astrid’s. She grinned as she looked up at me through slitted eyes.
“She really wants you,” I huffed as I pistoned in and out of her juicy cunt. “I see the way she stares at you.”
“Oh fuck… she can’t have me,” Erin gasped.
“Lusts after you,” I breathed, reaching down to palm one of her tits and capturing the small nipple to roll it between my fingers.
Erin tossed her head back and forth. “She. Can’t. Have. Me.”
“She probably gets herself off every night.”
“She’ll have to get your permission to touch this body,” Erin said. Suddenly, she started to do a situp, and I positioned my hands under her ass as she flexed her abdomen and lifted herself off the bed. She brought her body close to mine and wrapped her arms around my neck, raining little kisses all over my face and squealing as I picked up the pace and continued fucking her.
“This body is all yours, Marcus… for as long as you’ll have me.”
She closed her lips over mine, and our tongues met for a duel as I bounced my tiny assistant up and down on my cock, fucking the shit out of her as I thought about how she was driving my personal trainer crazy. I thought about how I’d had Astrid pinned against the wall in the sauna… how she’d sent Bobbi back to me striped like a tigress. I thought about Helen and how I’d never told her to remove that egg… did she still have it inside her? If I had to bet money… I’d say yes.
As I made out with Erin, fucking her for all she was worth and enjoying the feel of her arms tightening around my neck as she approached climax, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was. I had some fucking amazing women in my life… most of which were ready to fuck me at a moment’s notice.
I could have never imagined such a life just a couple months ago.
“Grah,” Erin growled as she pulled away from my lips. She pulled herself tight against me so her mouth hovered near my ear. “Fuck me, boss. Fuck me till I break!”
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Saturday, September 7th, 2:59 pm
“We should be there in another fifteen minutes or so!” Astrid called out over the headset she wore. I gave her a thumbs-up and then returned to staring out my window. The scenery outside was incredible. Deep emerald greens spanned as far as I could see, broken up by rivers, lakes, rocky hills, and mountains. It was an ever-changing landscape that rivaled Scotland for its beauty. I really think I was falling in love with the color green.
Our lunch had gone well enough. Bobbi and Emily didn’t attend for obvious reasons, but the rest of us did and enjoyed something called Kjøttkaker, which was basically meatballs in gravy. Astrid was just as polite and pleasant as every other interaction I had with her. In fact, had I not vividly remembered wrapping my hand around her throat, I would have started to wonder if I dreamed the entire thing. What I thought would be an awkward meal turned out to be very pleasant, with Astrid making pleasant conversation with practically everyone at the table. She never asked where Bobbi and Emily were, though.
After lunch, Chloe and I met Astrid and one of the members of her security team at her helipad, where a helicopter was gassed up and waiting. It wasn’t as splendid or luxurious as mine—built more for functionality than traveling comfortably. Once inside and strapped in, the four of us took off for the cabin, where we would meet Ryo Tanaka. Apparently, it was an old hunting lodge Astrid’s father owned. Hiro had been there several times with his kids, and Ryo had accepted it as a neutral place to discuss some sort of truce between me and the Tanaka family. I thought it was a little strange to have to fly that far out of the way to meet with someone for peace talks, but considering how warm and hospitable Astrid had been to Bobbi and me over the last twenty-four hours, maybe there was some logic to the arrangement.
Chloe had done her due diligence, checking the helicopter for things like fire extinguishers, weapons, parachutes, medical kits, transponders, and more. She’d also made sure to leave coordinates of the meeting place with Erin, one of the Johns, and Hannon Security. She even did background checks on the staff flown in to serve us during our stay. The only thing she hadn’t received was details on who would be guarding Tanaka. That alone had almost been enough to call her off, but after agreeing to let her check the place out and search Tanaka and his guard, she relented.
“Ryo hasn’t agreed to Chloe’s search, so I’ll need to clear it with him first!” Astrid said a few moments later, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“That wasn’t part of the deal!” Chloe called out over her microphone.
“I didn’t think about it till now, but Ryo has a sensitive ego like his father. I’ll need to talk to him first to smooth things over!”
Chloe nodded, then glanced at me, giving me a nod. She’d told me beforehand to switch to channel seven when she gave me that look, so I did.
“I don’t like it,” Chloe said, looking out the window to obfuscate moving lips from Astrid’s view.
I did the same. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Aside from the misunderstanding with Bobbi, she’s been perfectly hospitable, and like she said, she’s happy to take us out of here the moment we feel uncomfortable. I think it’s worth trying to see this through, but if you really hate it, I can tell her to call it off.”
Chloe didn’t respond immediately, and I looked around to ensure she was okay. “Hey. Is everything—”
My words were cut off as the helicopter suddenly careened hard to the left and made a ninety-degree turn before lurching to a halt in mid-air. I would have gone rolling out of my seat had I not been strapped in. The helicopter wobbled in place before stabilizing, and I saw Astrid reach up to straighten her headgear as she looked around in confusion. Then, her head suddenly whipped around to look out the window on my left-hand side, where Chloe was sitting.
“What the fuck!?” I shouted. When I didn’t get an immediate response, I realized that my mic was still on channel seven—not the channel the pilot was on. I fumbled with the controls until I found the appropriate channel.
“—don’t know where it came from!” Astrid’s bodyguard and pilot was saying.
“I don’t care where it came from! Get us out of here!” Chloe barked into her mic.
“She’s right!” Astrid said, her eyes every bit as large as they had been when I had my hand around her throat as they searched the grounds roughly a thousand and five hundred feet below us.
“What happened?” I asked, looking between the two ladies with me. “What was that?”
“Another one! There’s another one!” the pilot called out. The helicopter lurched to the left, throwing me around in my seat so that the only thing keeping me in place was the straps.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
“Daniel!” Astrid yelled.
“Marcus!” Chloe said. “Take one—”
Chloe didn’t get to finish her sentence. The helicopter shuddered violently as I once again lurched out of my seat, only to be kept in place by the restraints. Like the first one, the aircraft rolled and spun, but this wasn’t just another maneuver… it felt more like something on the helicopter had just erupted.
“What’s happening?” I asked again, tired of asking that question so many times today.
The helicopter continued to turn, increasing the velocity of its spin as I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Were we even right-side up anymore?
“Parachute!” Chloe said, reaching under her seat. I eyed her as she pulled the pack beneath her and followed suit. At the same time, she produced a pocket knife from somewhere and cut loose the restraints holding me in place while the chopper continued to vibrate madly as it picked up more spin velocity in the air.
“What are you doing!?” Astrid cried out over the headset.
Chloe ignored her.
I ignored her as I tumbled out of my seat and tried to stabilize myself on the floor in front of me, clutching the pack to my chest with one arm while trying to keep from face-planting into the helicopter hull with the other. I could smell burning plastic and smoke coming from somewhere, and as I ripped the headset off my head, I could hear alarms blaring.
I managed to look around and catch sight of Chloe, who had just undone her own straps. She saw me looking at her and mouthed very clearly, “Get your parachute on!”
And that’s when it hit me.
Oh… fuck.
Were we jumping out of the helicopter?
So many questions raced through my head. I’d never gone skydiving before… I’d never jumped out of anything before. How the fuck did I put one of these on? What about the helicopter blade? What about the trees below? Were there still trees below? Where were we?
As these questions raced through my mind, I fumbled with the straps of the backpack parachute and tried as quickly as possible to strap myself in despite being nervous as hell and jostling around. However, as soon as I had the straps snapped in place, Chloe lunged past me and popped open the helicopter door. At that moment, the bird lurched and rolled to the left, sending me hurling into Chloe as she hung onto the door she was attempting to open. I could feel the chopper turning and straightening just enough for my bodyguard to work the lever for the hatch and throw it open. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the orange cord hanging off one strap as she eyed the outside world.
Oh my god, it was all happening so fast…
The helicopter then began to roll the other way, and as soon as it hit twenty-five degrees to the right, Chloe did the one thing I absolutely did not hire her to do. She shoved me out of the helicopter.
The world became a spinning mess of gray and green as my stomach lurched into my mouth, and all I knew was that I was hurtling very quickly to the needle-like trees that stretched toward me from below.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
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