The Love Of Money - S01 E286

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The Love Of Money - S01 E286

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 286

I texted Henry, Chloe’s on her way with VanCamp.

In truth, Chloe was taking Roger to see the ex-spook, who was experienced at interrogation. I only hoped Roger didn’t break too easily. I imagined Psalter had some pretty nasty techniques to extract information.

Standing by, Psalter responded.

“Did you have to antagonize him like that?” Karl asked.

I gave him my best ‘are you stupid?’ look and said, “He’s lucky I didn’t have Chloe shoot him just so I could piss in his bullet wound.” Then I turned, headed out the open door, and passed a very confused Candice.

“Mr. Yunger… is everything okay?” she asked.

“Mr. VanCamp’s leaving the company,” I said as I headed for the reception door. I stopped in the doorway and turned to look at her. “Moving forward, you’ll be working for Helen VanCamp.” I looked at Karl and said, “Please see to my other requests.” Then I turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Karl asked.

“Gotta give Helen the good news,” I said, heading down the hall. As suspected, Jon aspirated from only God knew where and trailed behind me as I kept my eyes peeled for Helen.

It didn’t take me long to find her emerging from what looked like one of the restrooms on that floor.

“Marcus!” Helen said. Her cool eyes darted around as if trying to make sure there was no one else in the hallway with us. She hadn't expected me here. Her face was a mask of surprise, dread, and anxiety. “What are you doing here?”

I stalked toward her, grabbed her by the wrist, and yanked her into me, catching her around the waist. I was done with this bullshit. “You work for me, remember?”

Not giving her a chance to respond, I turned and practically dragged Helen down the hall, trying the knob to each room I passed, finding each one locked.

“What—” Helen started to say.

“Shut up,” I snarled as I tried the third room. It opened, and I peered inside to verify that it was empty. It was, and the lights were off. Low light shining through half-closed blinds was the only thing illuminating the room.

I dragged Helen into the vacant room, shut the door behind her, locked it, and threw her against it. Placing a hand on either side of her against the cool grain of the heavy panel, I pinned her in place and stared into those deep blue eyes. She didn’t move. She barely breathed as we exchanged gazes, her chest rising and falling fractionally as I invaded her personal space so thoroughly that our faces were an inch from each other at most.

As we stared at each other, I was granted a rare moment of seeing Helen actually afraid… of me.

“Marcus,” she started to say, and I grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back against the door and making her eyes go wide with fright. And then savagely kissed Helen.

My Helen.

Not Roger fucking VanCamp’s.

Mine.

I spent the next fuck knows how long kissing Helen VanCamp. It took her all of ten seconds to go from being a victim of my targeted aggression to being a willing participant… and then an aggressively active one. She mewled into my mouth, capturing my bottom lip between hers as she sucked on it. I took over, catching her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it before crashing our mouths together as my tongue sought hers.

After several minutes, I backed away, and lips chased mine, eyes closed as she hummed, wanting to feel my lips on hers longer. When I didn’t relent, her eyes slowly opened, and the fear in those cold blue irises had been replaced with pools of torrid blue azure flame.

“Marcus,” she whispered, licking her lips as nervousness flickered across features etched with desire. “What’s going on? Roger’s in this building.” She pursed her lips, looking genuinely upset. “He can’t catch you here with me like this. He’s—”

I grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open in one fluid motion, hearing the sound of a button as it flew off her shirt and hit a wall. Helen gasped, and we both glanced at her chest encased in a pink satin bra. I hooked my fingers in the wire that ran along the bottom of the lingerie and hauled it over her C-cup breasts, enjoying the sight of them as they slipped free and bounced into place.

Capturing one of her breasts in one hand, I squeezed it, causing a pale pink nipple to stand to attention as the pliant flesh succumbed to my grasp. Helen gasped again as I lowered my head and captured the tiny nub of erogenous flesh between my lips and sucked hard on it. Helen arched her back off the door as she wrapped one arm around me and slid her fingers through my hair, pressing my face into her breast. “Oh fuck,” Helen husked. “Marcus!”

Fuck, it was good to hear my name on her lips. I released her nipple and immediately dove for the other, repeating my assault for a few minutes as Helen continued to writhe under me, trapped between me and the door.

My free hand slipped down, and I placed it on one stockinged leg, enjoying the silky feel of the hose encasing her feminine thigh. My palm traveled up, feeling the stocking end and her actual skin continue, her skirt coming along for the ride as it was hung on my wrist. It continued north until I felt a thin string crossing over the swell of her hip. I hooked a thumb through it and began dragging it down.

I felt her push on my shoulders and released her nipple to look up at her. Helen’s eyes were wide and full of alarm. “Marcus! You can’t—”

I cut her off with another fierce kiss, which she hummed into, her body going slack. Breaking it off, I said, “Helen, I haven’t had you in fucking forever. This is happening.”

“Richard—”

“Do you trust me?” I asked, my tone making it almost sound more like a command than a question.

She searched my eyes, and I could tell she was wondering where this was coming from. I’d acted this way with Bobbi, but not with her… not with so much at stake with her husband. “Yes.”

“Then get on your knees and get me ready for you,” I said, curling my fingers through her golden mane. She resisted for a brief moment as I tugged on her hair, but then she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me as I wound her hair around my fingers and pulled her tight against my crotch.

Helen hummed and brushed her cheek against my crotch, feeling my steel-hard cock pressing through the cloth. I ground it against the side of her face, anticipating the way her mouth would feel on the sensitive organ. Helen gave the best head… there really was no substitute for experience.

The older woman reached up and unbuckled her belt, casting her eyes up at me as she did so, and I was rewarded not only with the passionate storm brewing in her eyes but a look of pure submission. Helen, who was a force of nature, was submitting to me. It wasn’t like last time when she was apologizing to me. This was different. Despite thinking she knew better… despite the fear of getting caught, she was submitting to what I wanted. When she met me, I’d been a scared, naive young man without a clue about the world I’d just entered. Helen had been the fierce tigress who thought to manipulate me and lead me around by my cock. She’d been all-knowing… powerful… I would have listened to almost anything she said.

Now, the tables had turned, and she was no longer the one doing the leading.

She opened the fly to my pants and fished out my engorged rod, her eyes going big as it came into view. With her blue eyes still fixed on me, she lowered her lips to my dick and kissed the head. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, her eyes closing as she savored the taste and feel of my member, and I could hear a low moan deep in her throat. Then she did it again, dragging her lovely lips down the side of my member to trail wet kisses down it. I watched in fascination as she encircled her fingers around the base of my cock, opened her mouth, and dragged her tongue up the length of my cock.

Near the top—just below the rim of the mushroom head—she changed course, and I reveled in the sight of her moist tongue changing direction. The tip curled on itself as she slowly dragged her tongue back down the length of my dick until it reached her fingers. Then she repeated the motion, painting my member with a generous coating of her saliva as her tongue once again slid up my member, coating it with lavish amounts of her spittle.