The Love Of Money - S01 E194

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The Love Of Money - S01 E194

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 194

Bobbi's damp hair was tied back in a ponytail, so it was impossible for her to hide the blush that crept into her cheeks. It crept past the collar and all the way to her chest, where it was exposed above the lapels of the robe.

Erin glanced at the collar and said, "Kitten, is it? I'm Erin."

The collared girl beside me opened her mouth to say something but then looked at me and seemed hesitant. I fixed my gaze on her but tried to keep as much off my face as possible, interested in seeing how she would respond. Her grey eyes hardened as we stared at each other, and she raised her chin a little in defiance, looked back at Erin, and said, 'It's Bobbi, actually."

I'd have to remember this moment for later.

"Oh!" Erin said, adopting a look of mock surprise. "That's right! Bobbil I've heard so much about you!" That made Bobbi's blush deepen.

I watched my assistant closely as she interacted with Bobbi. We hadn't talked about this aspect of my life since she came on board -not in any real depth. I'd referred to her, Erin had brought towels in during our first three-way encounter, and I had Erin help arrange for Bobbi to move in, but the exact nature of my and Bobbi's relationship hadn't been discussed. I was curious what Erin really thought about it.

"I'm sure you have," Bobbi said, and the way she said it, I could almost hear the word 'bitch at the end.

"So, Erin is my right hand," I gestured at my assistant with my fork. "I'd be lost without her."

"Aw! Me?" Erin said, grinning. "You're too kind, boss.

"So," I continued, looking at Bobbi, I expect you to show her as much respect as you do me or Helen." Then thought better of that. Bobbi almost seemed to fear Helen. "Scratch that. Show her as much respect as Helen. You and still have some work to do on our relationship."

Bobbi glared daggers at me but didn't immediately say anything, and I simply stared back at her, waiting for her to acknowledge my command. For a girl who had given herself to me, she sure had a hard time acting like it.

"Alright," Bobbi said, her words curt.

"Not only respect but if Erin tells you to do something, you do it. Got it?"

More staring, then she simply nodded, and I couldn't be sure if she was just still having trouble adjusting to this new dynamic between us or if she was purposefully trying to make me mad.

"Hey, Kitten?" I said. "Crawl under the table and eat Erin out."

"What?" Bobbi said.

"What?" Erin echoed.

I looked at Erin. "If you're okay with it, that is."

"I mean..." Erin hesitated, looking back and forth between Bobbi and me. "I'm down for it if she is."

"It doesn't matter if she is," I said, looking back at Bobbi, sitting at the table with her hands in her lap, her face paler than her already fair complexion. She glanced at Erin, then back at me, and I could see the struggle in her mind on whether to defy me. I wondered if she thought she would be exclusively for mine and Helen's use, and if that was the case, I needed to quickly dispel that notion.

Since it looked like she needed some encouragement to go through with my command, I thought about the different ways I could push her, I didn't want to keep mentioning prosecution - it felt like that was getting old and I wasn't sure if promising to spank her would be enough. I would have bet a lot of money that Bobbi would have preferred a crop on the ass to what I was asking her to do. I decided to go with a different tact.

"Bobbi, eat Erin out, or I will send you to Marduke in the sluttiest thing I can find. I'll change the collar to read 'Marcus' Cumslut, and I'll have you go straight to Natalie to pick up some bullshit reports or something. I'll make sure she makes you stay out on the floor while..."

The sentence wasn't even finished, and Bobbi ducked under the table, her ass disappearing as she crawled forward. A second later, Erin jumped a little in her seat as she gasped. She scooted forward in her chair, looking up at me with a mixed expression of arousal and bewilderment. I grinned back at her and picked up my fork to start eating again, enjoying how thrown off Erin was.

"Oh fuck," Erin said with a note of surprise.

"What is it?" I said around a mouthful of toast.

"She's really good at this."

"She's already started?" I asked. "That was quick. What? Did she just eat through your panties?"

"Wasn't wearing any," Erin said breathlessly. "It's kind of the norm these days."

"And that's why you're the best," I said, continuing to eat.

"So, Jessica is in town," I said conversationally.

"As in, the girl who left you for someone else just before you found out you were the richest man in the world?" Erin placed her palms flat on the table, and her fingertips curled slightly as if she were trying to grab the surface as if it were a sheet.

"That's the one," said. "The night before we left for Vegas, she asked me to meet up with her today, and I agreed."

"Why?" Erin said, looking at me through her lashes as a thin sheet of silver hair fell partway over her face. She reached up, tucked it behind her ear, and bit down on her lip. Helen had mentioned that Bobbi had spent a lot of time between her legs; I guess all that practice was paying off.

Shaking my head, I said, "I don't remember. Helen was distracting me, and maybe I had a passing thought about fucking them both together or something."

"You still want to do it?"

"I don't know," I said. "If something like that happened, I probably wouldn't hate it, but I don't think I'm gonna try to make it happen. It's too much trouble. I have too much baggage with Jess."

I watched Erin for a moment as I chewed my food, enjoying the way she fought to keep her eyes from glazing over as Bobbl ate her out. One moment, her lips were pursed, then they would part; her breaths became increasingly shallow. Erin was an expressive partner, and being able to watch her be pleasured while I ate breakfast gave me a perverse sense of gratification. I had just had sex with Bobbi, but seeing Erin react this way in such a mundane setting was turning me on once again.