Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 306

A small gasp erupted from my assistant as her eyes grew wide. She pressed her hips into my crotch, grinding against my now full-erect penis. “I’m yours, sir.”

I pressed my face into hers, nuzzling her soft skin. Chills ran through me as I felt her lips caress my ear. “Did being that close to Natalie make you hard, sir? Or was it me telling you that I belong to you?” I felt her lips gently press against my earlobe.

Pulling away, I looked into her eyes, completely at a loss for words. Her hand slipped over my crotch again, squeezing my erection through my pants. Her other hand moved to my belt to begin unbuckling it. I normally would have hoped that no one would be around to see this, but most of the people in the house were on some kind of drug and probably didn’t give a shit. Everyone else had probably seen Erin doing things like this before.

“Or… is it a bit of both?” Erin asked. The question was punctuated by the feel of my zipper being drawn down. “I get it,” she said softly, never breaking eye contact as she pulled my cock out of my pants. “You want her. I want her.”

Erin dropped to her knees, wrapped her dainty fingers around my thick shaft, and placed the tip against her cheek. She gave me a few pumps, looked back up at me, and said, “God… imagine us sharing her, Marcus. Better yet, what if you two shared me.” She planted a slow, wet kiss on the tip of my cock. Can you imagine you two using your little slut, Marcus? I can. Fuck… I hope we can make it happen one day. I want to feel those magnificent tits against my little ones.”

She slid her lips over the head of my cock and took half my length in her mouth on the first plunge, only to immediately pull off of it a second later. She kept pumping my cock with her tiny hand as she said, “I hope I can feel those beautiful lips on my pussy. She has to be such a good kisser.” Then she plunged her mouth back on my cock.

Erin was right. Despite the mood in the room, cuddling Natalie in any form was a turn-on, and after forty minutes of it, I was incredibly turned on. It took less than three minutes for me to erupt into Erin’s warm, willing mouth as I imagined Natalie holding Erin’s head between her legs as she came. My assistant didn’t disappoint. She sealed her beautiful lips around my member so tight that I didn’t see a single drop of my semen on her or the floor once I’d finished.

I slid my cock out of her mouth, and she opened it wide, displaying the contents of my spend painted all over her tongue before closing her mouth, visibly swallowing, and then opening her mouth again, showing that she had consumed every drop of my sperm. She slid her tongue up my cock several times, scraping away the remaining traces of fluids, and then tucked my semi-hard phallus back in my pants. Once my pants were fastened and back in place, she gave the bulge at my crotch a little peck and then stood up.

“I meant it, Marcus,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” I said. I wanted to say more, but honoring her wishes, I left it there. We would have time later.

A few minutes later, I walked out into the hallway to see most of Tyler’s friends still engaged in the same activities as when I left. The lines of coke were gone—remnants were scattered across the glass surface, and Baldy was passed out on the same couch I’d found him on. I spied Shaggy through the back door, sitting on the pool’s edge and talking to a couple of the girls splashing about in the water.

“Listen up!” I said loud enough to make sure everyone could hear me. “Tyler’s gone, and he’s not coming back!” By this time, almost everyone within line of sight was looking in my direction, appearing confused as they whispered among each other. “My name’s Marcus and this is my house now! In fifteen minutes, I’m pressing charges on anyone still here!”

I looked behind me in the direction of the hall to see the couple I’d caught in the sitting room standing nearby, holding onto each other. Neither of them seemed in a hurry to leave. “That means get the fuck out!”

I heard people mutter things like ‘I thought he was cool’ and ‘What the fuck happened?’ None of it bothered me. Maybe I was being a bit of an asshole, but I wasn’t particularly interested in getting to know any of Tyler’s deadbeat friends.

“A little harsh, don’t you think?” Emily said, appearing through the doorway from outside with Natashya on her heels.

“Maybe,” I said. I wasn’t feeling particularly empathetic toward them. Friends talked, and if I was inclined to put thumb screws to Tyler’s friends, I would have been willing to bet dollars to pocket lent that at least a few of them knew what Tyler was doing to Natalie. At the very least, they had to know what a piece of shit he was.

“There’s the sick girl,” Natashya said. “She’s sleeping in one of the upstairs rooms.”

“Let her sleep. She’s fine.”

Natashya snorted. “You mean she’s cute.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. I was getting used to Natashya’s constant attempts to call me out and didn’t find it quite as embarrassing… as long as it wasn’t about my sister. “But I got the feeling she was new to all this, so I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt.”

“And also, she is cute,” Natashya said.

“I’ll admit… it doesn’t hurt.”

“And what about this one?” she asked, gently slapping the still-unconscious bald guy on his shiny head a few times. “Will he wake up in a jail?”

“Nah,” I said. “Not if he’s able and willing to give me a little information on my new brother.”

“Looking for anything in particular?” Erin asked.

I remembered something Tyler said. It had been something that didn’t settle well for me—I’ve got the money to spend, and I hate you enough to dedicate the last few weeks to making your life a living fucking hell! I’ll spend the next year doing it if I have to. Years, even! Natalie’s just the beginning.

Natalie’s just the beginning. What the fuck did that mean?

Perhaps,” I said. “Or maybe I just think it’s time to get to know a little more about the family.”

“Does that mean spending time at the family home?” Natashya asked, plopping down on the arm of the couch Baldy was sleeping on.

I sighed and looked around, catching some party-goers giving me dirty looks. “I don’t think so.”

“Wait,” Erin said. “We’re not staying the weekend?”

Gesturing around the living room at the trash all over the floor, I said, “I feel like these assholes have thrown a wet blanket on our plans.”

“Damn!” Emily huffed. “What, then? We just go home?”

I caught sight of Helen appearing from the other side of the house, minus a fiery little submissive. Her blonde hair was damp around her forehead, and she looked a little flushed. She met my eyes, and her crystal blue irises danced as she smiled at me. It was the smile of a tigress who’d just eaten. She’d been busy, and if I had to guess, Bobbi was passed out in a room somewhere after being put through her paces. That was one way to keep her from the temptation of drugs.

“No,” I said. “We’re not going home.”

I didn’t want to stay here. It was far from trashed, but it wasn’t exactly in pristine condition, either. On top of that, the whole situation with Tyler and Natalie had put a pall on the place for the moment. I wasn’t exactly itching to get back to New York either. Hiro Tanaka was in New York. As far as I knew, so was Amber Bell. Carla Tanaka was also someone I wasn’t particularly thrilled to see again, either. On top of that, a week of board meetings, business lessons, golf, and corporate coups, I needed a change of scenery.

On top of that, I had unfinished business with Roger, and word was that he was no longer in the US. I still had some questions that needed answering, and while I trusted Henry to do his job… I kind of wanted to see the defeated look in his eyes again.

“Anyone interested in Europe?”

“What?” Emily said, sounding surprised. Natashya had been staring at the bald man passed out on the couch, flicking his ear with a finger. The mention of Europe caught her interest, and she forgot about her helpless victim.

“What’s this?” Helen asked.

“I promised you guys a fun weekend. How’s Europe sound?”

“For the weekend? Emily asked.

“Maybe a few extra days. We’ll play it by ear,” I said. “I don’t want to leave Natalie here by herself, so I say we spend the night here, wake up first thing in the morning, and head back to New York. I’ll have Quinn prep the plane. The chopper can take us directly to the airport. I’ll have a car meet us there and take Natalie home.”

“You don’t think she’d want to come with us?” Natashya asked.

“Maybe eventually, but she needs some time alone first. I’m gonna have Chloe assign someone to make sure she stays safe. If she wants to join us after a few days, she’s more than welcome.”

“Where in Europe?” Erin asked.

“Dunno,” I said with a shrug. “Maybe Amsterdam. We can figure out where we want to go from there.”

“Not sure that’s how it works, but you’re the boss,” Erin said. “I go where you go.”

“Good deal,” I said, sitting in Shaggy’s chair across from the couch where the poor bald guy still managed to snooze through Natashya’s prodding. Erin settled down on the arm of the chair, and I enjoyed the feeling of her arm draping across my shoulders. “Natashya. Can you try a little harder to wake him up?”

It was scary how quickly Natashya raised her hand, balled it into a fist, and brought it down on the man’s head. The meaty part hit his crown, but that still had to rattle his brain. It definitely woke him up.

“Shit! What the fuck, man!” He cried out, covering his head as he glared in my direction.

“Hey, sunshine,” I said. “Remember me?”

“Yeah. You’re the guy,” he said again, sounding as if existing was causing him excruciating pain.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m the guy whose house you’re in, and you’re going to answer some questions.”

He closed his eyes and then opened them a little more, understanding starting to slowly flicker to life in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what he was on, but it certainly wasn’t just cocaine. He began to struggle into a sitting position. “Oh shit… that’s right. You’re T’s brother… you’re the new Gerrard.”

I grimaced at the mention of Tyler. He was a tragic figure who literally threw away an opportunity for something great because he wasn’t willing to come to me and just ask for help. I wasn’t sure if that was something he inherited from our father or if it was something passed onto him from his upbringing, but it had cost him dearly. It’d also cost Natalie. He was a cautionary tale I didn’t want to be associated with.

“No,” I said. “I’m not a Gerrard.”

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To Be Continued...