The Love Of Money - S01 E289

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The Love Of Money - S01 E289

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 289

Reflexively, Bobbi stood up, the slight smile she'd been wearing fading as a bag of vegetable crisps fell from her lap. She stood there with her hands at her sides, wearing an oversized shirt that went to her knees. The collar hung large and loose, showing off a large expanse of her chest and left shoulder as it hung halfway down her arm. Thanks to the shirt's length, I couldn't tell if she was wearing shorts. Her hair hung loose, strands falling over her shoulders while the rest hung down her back. It looked glossy and freshly washed. That, along with the complete lack of makeup, suggested she'd recently showered.

"Hi," she said.

I looked around the room. It looked less sparse than the last time I'd seen it, which was good. Bobbi had one job—to be at my beck and call. In exchange, she got to live a life almost no one else was allowed to enjoy. I suspected she was still trying to get used to the entire apartment being hers. She could have requested anything to eat from Camille, spent a whole day out by the pool… literally anything available to her. Yet she ate whatever was put in front of her and barely left her room unless summoned. I assumed Erin was supplying her with her furnishings. Good… hopefully they would help her get more comfortable with her life.

"Morton and the Incredible Goat?" I asked, glancing at the TV. "Really?"

Bobbi started to smile but overrode it with her typical bitchy frown at the last moment. Of all the ladies in my life, she had one of the most expressive faces. Something that struck me as endearing despite most of her expressions being sour.

"What?" she snapped. "You're gonna start picking my movies for me now?"

"Whoa! Hey! Watch the tone!" I said, taking a few steps toward her as I raised my hands. "I'm unarmed." I glanced back at the big screen again. "This a childhood favorite or something?"

Bobbi studied me for a long moment, her frown lessening in intensity over time before she finally said, "I've never seen it before."

"What?" I asked. "You never saw it as a kid? Didn't your mom—"

"What do you want, Marcus?"

Something in the way she cut me off infuriated me, and I snapped my gaze back to her. I could feel my stare become hard as stone. "I said watch the tone, kitten."

She flinched at my words, but the look on her face didn't change, and I didn't move. We simply stared at each other in silence while the cutesy dialog of the movie was juxtaposed in the background.

"Finish the movie later," I said, turning toward the door. "Come with me."

I'd expected Bobbi to protest, but she didn't. In fact, she fell in step behind me almost immediately, and I glanced back at her in surprise, catching her biting her lip in anticipation of whatever I had for her. I enjoyed the fact that she was so eager, but a small part of me found it annoying. I'd put up with Bobbi's shit for a long time, and I was still holding onto some resentment for her. Seeing her in distress on occasion was cathartic.

That wasn't what this evening was for, though. I'd let tonight play out however it was meant to, according to Helen's wishes. It was her homecoming we were celebrating, after all.

"Where are we going?" She asked as we walked through the apartment's foyer and toward the stairs.

"My bedroom," I said, pulling out the phone and opening the app to the device around Bobbi's neck.

"Will Erin be there?"

"Yes," I replied, making a change to Bobbi's collar. It no longer said 'kitten' across the front, as it had on and off over the last few days. "She's there already. Waiting for us."

When she didn't reply, I asked, " How do you like her?"

Bobbi didn't immediately answer. I was about to look behind me to ensure she was still following me when she said, "Honestly?"

"I want you to always be honest with me," I said.

"She annoys the shit out of me."

I snorted. "Really? Why?"

"She's too perky… she's like a Disney princess or something. Either everything for her is fucking great, or it's all some kind of joke I don't get."

For me, Erin was always a ray of sunshine—the perfect blend of joy, mirth, and warm affection. Now that Bobbi mentioned it, I didn't think I'd ever seen her as anything other than a ray of sunshine on a cold day, warming my bones with her radiant smile. I could understand where Bobbi was coming from. I imagined that could get old for a lot of people, but when I was the constant target of Erin's affections and doting, it was hard to find her anything but endearing.

Except for the times she was being stunningly sexy.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, she isn't crazy about you, either," I said.

"Then why isn't she leaving me alone?"

"Because you're hot," I said. "And Erin is aggressively bisexual."

"What the fuck?" Bobbi asked. "'Aggressively bisexual?' What even is that?"

"That's what she calls it," I said, reaching the doorway to my room.

Since it was open, I stopped short of it and gave Bobbi's leash a firm tug. She cried out in protest, grabbed my arm for stability as she stumbled past me, and stopped in the open doorway. Her loose hair was in her face, and she reached up to tuck it behind her ears as she glared up at me.

"What was that for? I did…"

Her slate-grey eyes caught sight of something in the doorway, and she did a double-take, her words dying on her tongue. I stepped behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, slid my other hand into the loose collar of her shirt, and pulled her against me. Grinding my hardon against her tight little ass, I stared over the top of her light brown tresses at the scene on my bed.

Helen sat at the foot of my California King without a scrap of clothing on. Her legs were spread wide and her perfect nails were gently raking through my assistant's silver hair, keeping Erin's face buried in her crotch. Her bottle-blonde hair spilled over one shoulder, gentle golden curls covering one breast completely as she palmed the other in her free hand.

The warmth in her eyes that she had for me was gone, and the Helen I'd known for the past month was back. Her icy stare radiated cold sensuality as she locked her gaze on the small woman in my grasp, and her dark pink lips curled in a predatory smile.

"Helen's little whore," she said, reading the words I'd placed on the collar. "Marcus," she practically purred, "You shouldn't have."

I smiled back at her, once again feeling a kinship with the dominant woman. This morning, we'd established who belonged to who, and I would make sure Helen always remembered it, but in my absence, Helen was a queen who needed to be obeyed. I would make damn sure she had subjects.

Speaking of subjects, Bobbi had been speechless the entire time. Her breathing had become rapid and shallow, and I could feel her shiver slightly in my arms. I gave the modest breast a firm squeeze and leaned down to whisper in my pet's ear, "Go welcome your mistress home, kitten." Giving her a gentle shove into the room, I watched her stumble two steps before she halted… and then slowly walked toward the blonde goddess on my bed. I followed a beat later and shut the door behind me.

Helen watched Bobbi approach like a lioness watching food; the muscles in her arms tensed as her fingers curled tighter around Erin's hair, pressing the younger woman's face a little deeper into her folds. Her hips rolled as she ground herself into the lips pleasuring her. I wasn't sure what it was about Bobbi that drove Helen to the depths of depraved lust. The angry little submissive was sex in a tight little package, to be sure, but so was Erin, and as much as Helen seemed to enjoy my assistant, there was no denying that Helen was never quite as on fire as when we included Bobbi in our play. It had to be the power I'd given her. God, Roger was a fool to not see what she was capable of.

Or maybe he had, and he didn't like it. Whatever… his loss.

In what appeared to be a very reluctant move, Helen released her hold on Erin's hair and gently pushed the younger woman away. I watched as she reached down and placed her free hand under Erin's fingers, encouraging the girl on her knees to look up at her. "Erin," she asked, "Do you mind if my pet takes over from here. It's been a while since I've felt her lips on me."

"Not at all," Erin said, scooting away from Helen and then standing up. She slowed while passing Bobbi and ran her slender fingers over the submissive's far cheek while pressing her lips to Bobbi's other cheek. "Have fun, kitten." Then she bounced over to me just as I pulled up a chair from the sitting section—a wingback piece upholstered with soft leather that might have been suede.