Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 2

Fortunately, roughly a month’s worth of training immediately quelled the knee-jerk reaction. Someone who didn’t know Bobbi as well as me might not have noticed the small act of rebellion. She parted her lips, and I enjoyed the sight of my cum slowly slipping from Helen’s palm and being sucked up by Bobbi.

“That’s it, kitten,” Helen encouraged. “Swallow it all.”

Bobbi would never enthusiastically enjoy eating cum, so when her actions became more enthusiastic, I guessed it had to do more with Helen’s encouragement rather than the taste. She didn’t settle for simply receiving what Helen gave her. Bobbi’s tongue snaked out and ran up Helen’s palm, scooping up the remaining fluids clinging to her mistress. The thick substance coated her tongue as it curled back in her mouth, and Helen rewarded her by running her fingers through the girl’s hair.

“That’s my good girl,” Helen crooned, and I enjoyed a rare sight of Bobbi breaking out into a small smile as she looked up at her mistress. God… it really was a shame that Bobbi was such a bitch; she had such a beautiful smile.

“She’s come a long way,” I said, talking to Helen as if Bobbi wasn’t even there.

Helen smiled, taking my words as a compliment more than anything. She turned and walked toward the head of the bed, letting her fingers trail over the top of Bobbi’s grown for a moment. Helen bent over, giving me a beautiful display of her lovely, rounded ass as she retrieved a coil of what looked like a black cord off the floor. One end had some sort of plug on it. She looked over at me, her blue eyes shining with mirth as she caught me staring at her ass. Then she slowly straightened, giving me even more of a show.

“She really has,” Helen said as she wrapped the cord around her fingers. “Her oral skills have certainly improved.” She returned to Bobbi and attached one end of the cord to the collar. The plug snapped into place in a specific roughly dead center as if they were both connected by magnets—it was a leash that doubled as a charger for the collar she wore. Now that it was attached, Helen tugged on the cord, encouraging Bobbi to rise to her feet. The submissive complied.

Helen gathered the smaller woman in her arms and kissed her. There was nothing sweet about it. The older blonde took the younger blonde as if she had every right to claim her. Technically, I guess she did. Bobbi had given herself to me willingly, and I’d at least partially given her to Helen.

The older woman immediately broke the heated kiss, holding Bobbi’s jaw firmly in one hand as she inspected the smaller woman. “She’s lost a few more pounds,” Helen said. She casually turned, still holding Bobbi’s face in her hands, and casually shoved her into me. “What do you think?”

Bobbi ran into me, a little grunt escaping her lips as she came to a sudden halt, and I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her firmly against me as my hands began exploring her body. My pet had never been anything near overweight, but Helen was right. The little amount of padding that stretched over her abdomen was slightly less. It was subtle, but Bobbi felt more solid… more substantial.

I spun her in my arms, grabbed her by the hair, and stared down into her bright blue/gray eyes. I could still see the heat in them, buried deep down under whatever layers of devotion had been instilled in her over the last month and a half since Helen, and I had taken her in my office at Marduke. Her jaw still clenched sometimes when she looked at me as defiance would flash across those bright eyes. That was good. It’s what I wanted.

Pulling firmly on her hair, I forced her head back and took the opportunity to lay a few kisses along her neck while my hands still roamed around her naked body. “She has,” I said after running my fingers down her silky neck. “Tara’s good.”

Helen’s hips swayed enticingly back and forth on the bed as she walked away from us. She placed a knee on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, her pendulous breasts swaying with each movement as she climbed on the bed. I spun Bobbi back around so she could appreciate the sight I was enjoying and slid my hand down her abdomen, further down over her silky smooth mons. Helen had been working to keep Helen smooth for the first few weeks, but while we were on the trip, she ordered the supplies necessary to perform hair removal, and it’d been a wild success. Now, my kitten was completely bald between her legs, as I requested. I slid a middle finger into her pussy, noting that it was already coated.

My lawyer stretched out on the bed with a feline grace few could achieve and spread her legs. “Marcus… I’m so horny. Could you quit teasing that little slut, come over here, and give her a show?”

My dick was at half-mast and was getting harder by the minute. Unfortunately, I had an appointment to keep. “Fuck, Helen. You don’t make this easy, do you? I have an appointment to keep in a few minutes. Will this do?”

I shoved Bobbi onto the bed, and she landed on the mattress on her stomach. She knew the drill by now and climbed to her hands and knees, crawling forward between Helen’s legs. I walked beside her next to the bed, watching the woman I used to know as an obnoxious, useless drama queen approach her mistress’ folds with the intent of going down on her. She paused and looked at me as if she were about to say something in protest, but she seemed to give up on whatever was formulating in her mind. The ferocity in her eyes started to fade, and she stared back down at Helen’s cunt, contemplated for a few more seconds, and then began eating my beautiful blonde lawyer out.

“Oh fuck,” Helen breathed. “I guess…”

She dropped a hand on the back of Bobbi’s head, gently pressing the younger woman further into her snatch. “I guess she’ll have to do. It’s nothing compared to that beautiful cock, though. Mmm… I wanted to turn Bobbi on and tease her all day…”

I leaned over and pressed my lips to Helen’s, my tongue dipping into her mouth briefly to make contact with her, and we shared a kiss. God… how could this woman inspire so much lust in me? How could she turn a relatively straight woman into a pussy-hungry little slut?

Helen VanCamp truly was a witch.

Breaking the kiss, I straightened and palmed one of her breasts in my hand, kneading it softly and watching as Helen’s eyes fluttered closed. Her manicured fingers traced random patterns over her skin as she enjoyed Bobbi’s handiwork. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, and she chewed on it.

I gave her breast one more squeeze before letting it go and retrieving my clothes from off the floor where I’d left them before entering the bathroom. I quickly dressed to Helen’s soft moans and an occasional grunt from kitten’s efforts. Once finished getting dressed, I stopped near Bobbi, grabbed her hair into a fist, and pulled Bobbi’s mouth away from Helen’s cunt.

The older blonde’s eyes opened halfway, and her lips quirked into a half smile, trusting that I would return her plaything to her when I was done. I leaned in, kissed Bobbi’s cheek, and then looked at her. She was side-eying me, and her pink tongue darted out from her lips nervously.

“Take care of your mistress, pet,” I said and gave her another kiss on the cheek. “If I hear you haven’t treated her well, there’ll be hell to pay.”

Then I shoved her back between Helen’s legs, where she picked up where she left off.

“Mmm,” Helen moaned.

“Enjoy yourself. Maybe we can pick this up later.”

“We better,” Helen sighed. “I won’t be able to have your cock anymore after tomorrow.”

“Helen,” I said, swatting Bobbi’s upturned ass once just hard enough to get her attention. She jumped a little and started to rise from between the older woman’s legs, but I shoved her back into place. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you get out of here without pumping another load inside of you.”

She gasped, her eyes sliding open again as she bit down on her lip. “God, Marcus…”

I approached the head of the bed and planted another kiss on her lips. “Be back soon,” I whispered and pecked them once more. Then I left the sounds of Helen’s pleasure. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jon next to the door, hands folded in front of him as he waited patiently.

“How’s the soundproofing in here?” I asked him as we walked down the hall.

“It’s pretty bad,” he said. “I know you were up pretty late.”

I could feel my cheeks heat slightly. “Ah… just you?”

“I’m pretty sure everyone knows, sir.”

“Well,” I said as I walked down the hall. “This place has other strengths.”

The room I walked into a few minutes later had dark wood trim and paneling on the walls, complementing the stone. A massive fireplace dominated one side—large enough to build a fire that could burn almost as high as I was tall, and a low fire was crackling inside. Bookshelves lined the opposite wall, displaying the spines of old tomes in various conditions and giving it the air of belonging to a well-studied individual from the 19th century. Across from where I’d entered was a large window covered mainly by heavy crimson curtains. Light teased through the slit where the two panels met.

Three people were already present as Jon and I entered—a man who appeared in his late forties or early fifties wearing what was probably his best suit and a woman a handful of years younger wearing an equally remarkable blouse, jacket, and skirt combo. Time hadn’t been kind to the man, who enjoyed beer too much, judging by his mid-section. He had basset-hound eyes, a fringe of iron-gray hair around the sides and back of his head with nothing on top, and a face with as many creases and lines as a twenty-year-old dollar bill. The woman wouldn’t have stood out in a crowd with her plain features and hair pulled back in a severe bun, reminding me of a caricature of a strict German Frau. I’d met her yesterday when we toured the castle. She was a real estate broker named Isla Fraser.

The other person in the room was Vikram. He looked good in his crisp white shirt and dark blue tie, and I noticed a black jacket draped over a nearby chair. In the middle of taking a sip of coffee, he ended it prematurely as I entered and set his cup on the table next to him, where it looked like he’d been perusing an intimidating collection of documents. “Mr. Upton!”

“How’s it going in here?” I asked, appreciating the grays and browns of the stonework while slowly stepping further into the room.

“It’s going. This is Mr. Groat. He’s from the local Chamber of Commerce. We’re just reviewing some of the rules for the purchase, but if everything checks out, we should be ready to close by the end of the day if you’re still interested.”

“Great,” I said. “I am.” I pointed toward the curtained window. “You mind if I open this?”

“Of course,” Vikram said.

I approached the window, grabbed the curtains, and threw them back. With a satisfying whooshing sound, I was gifted with a breathtaking view of the Scottish highlands across a beautiful blue lake. From the fourth floor of the castle-turned-hotel, it felt like I could see for miles.

A castle… I was buying a freaking castle. As I gazed at the small kingdom that was about to be mine, I thought about what all had transpired to lead me to this moment.

Things had taken an interesting turn over the last two and a half weeks since I met my half-brother at the Catskills. Not long after kicking Tyler and his entourage out of my house, my backup security arrived and performed a close inspection of the place, concentrating on my grandfather’s office. Meanwhile, the girls and I made ourselves at home as much as we could. Thanks to the generosity of Tyler’s friends, there was plenty of food on the grill ready for us to eat, and we all enjoyed an evening by the pool, staying well out of my security’s way while they combed the house.

Natalie opted to stay in her room for the rest of the night, so we didn’t hear anything from her, and I asked the others to leave her alone. I thought it best to give her some space. That didn’t stop me from putting a plate of food by the door in case she got hungry but didn’t want to show her face.

Wendy, the sick girl Natashya had taken care of, never joined us either. The Starlight dancer would occasionally go check on her to make sure she didn’t need an emergency room because of whatever she ingested, but she always came back reporting the young woman was peacefully asleep.