Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 20

Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, marred only by an occasional freckle and what appeared to be a small scar on one hip.

“Fuck,” I said, the word coming out involuntarily, thanks to my surprise.

Astrid’s white-blonde hair fell through the shirt and spilled back to her shoulders like the finest silk, and the wealthy young woman looked at me with her pretty blue eyes as she shook a few loose hairs out of her face and dropped the last bit of clothing to the floor.

She gave me a knowing smile. “You flatter me.”

“I was just surprised,” I said. “I didn’t expect…”

“Ah. So you don’t find me attractive?”

“No… I mean… yeah. I do. I just meant…”

Astrid broke out in a full smile, showing me her perfectly straight, dazzlingly white teeth as she chuckled. “I know what you meant. You Americans are such prudes. I certainly hope you don’t expect to get a massage clothed. The poor girl won’t be able to do her job properly.”

Unsure how to respond, I hesitantly grasped the bottom of my shirt while concentrating hard to keep my eyes on her face. “Um… so I should just… strip?”

“I’ll go get them,” she said, giving me a pitying look. “That will give you a few minutes to get undressed and under the sheet.”

Astrid headed to the door, and my eyes immediately dropped to her pert little ass. Despite its small size, it looked prominent on her willowy frame. Her back was smooth and completely feminine, and despite my time with Erin and Shea, I felt my ever-hungry lust begin to stir as I wondered how she would feel under me. If I fucked her the way I fucked Bobbi, I’d be afraid she would break.

As soon as she disappeared, I tore off my clothes and slipped under the blanket, lying across one of the massage tables. Less than a minute later, Astrid returned with a man and a woman in tow. Both of them looked like they could have been fashion models; they were clothed in tight-fitting white uniforms that didn’t leave a need to imagine too much. The guy was blonde with light gray eyes, almost the color of Emily’s. The girl had raven black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and skin the color of creamy coffee than Astrid’s pale complexion. Her eyes were a striking cornflower blue.

“Lara,” Astrid said as she crawled on the massage table like a svelte cat. “This is Marcus. Marcus, Lara will be looking after you this afternoon.”

“Hi,” I said, peering up at her from where I lay on my stomach.

“Hello,” Lara said, giving me a closed-lip smile as she took in my cloth-covered form. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“My lower back, if you would, Mark,” Astrid groaned as she stretched out on the table, not bothering with the blanket. “Sitting at that desk has wreaked havoc on it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mark said with a vaguely Eastern European accent.

Lara approached me, placed a hand on the sheet, and leaned over to look at me. “Do you mind if I remove this?”

“No,” I said. “I was just… I have a personal masseuse, and it’s normally just the two of us. So…”

“I understand,” Lara said and delicately removed the sheet. “Don’t worry. We’re used to nudity here. It’s nothing special.”

I nodded, and for the next few minutes, the room grew quiet as Astrid and I enjoyed hot oil being rubbed into our bodies by two incredibly attractive people.

Eventually, I turned to look in Astrid’s direction and caught her watching me. She offered me a small smile, which I returned as we stared at each other silently. Finally, she said, “What’s the deal with Bobbi?”

“What do you mean?” I groaned while Lara ran a thumb along my spine, working soreness out of my muscles like toothpaste out of a tube.

“She’s wearing a collar,” Astrid said without further explanation.

I was about to suggest that it could have been a fashion choice. After all, it didn’t look like any ordinary leather collar you might see on fetish porn, but at the same time, it didn’t not look like a collar… especially since Kitten was written across it.

“We have a complicated relationship,” I finally said.

Astrid studied me momentarily and then said, “You own her?”

I forgot how blunt Astrid could be, and it took me a moment to recover from such a direct question. “You could say that,” I said.

“You don’t have to be coy with me,” Astrid said. She then smiled and hummed as her masseuse worked his hands up her thighs and dug them into her firm ass. Eventually, he worked his way back up to his back, and she opened her eyes to look at me once more. “I told you… the same morals don’t apply to us like everyone else. Everyone has a price… even for their freedom, and you’ve obviously paid Bobbi’s.”

“Yes,” I finally said after a few moments of reflection. “I guess you could say she’s mine.”

“You own her,” Astrid stated again. “Say it.”

“I own her,” I said. It was strange how, even after everything we’d done, stating it that plainly to someone outside my inner circle felt so strange.

“How did it happen?” Astrid asked.

“You’re really okay with this?” I asked, remembering that everyone hadn’t been nearly as receptive to the relationship that Bobbi and I shared.

“I’ve… had similar relationships,” Astrid said. “I won’t judge if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

I glanced at the two people massaging us. “What about them?”

“Don’t worry about Lara and Mark. They know better than to talk about anything that happens in this house.”

So, over the next fifteen minutes, I gave Astrid the entire story of Bobbi from start to finish. I started trying to give her the highlights, but Astrid immediately launched into probing questions. She wanted to know how Bobbi reacted to everything—the first time we had sex, the first time I introduced her to Helen, the introduction to bondage… all of it.

Near the end of my story, Astrid rolled over to lay on her back. I felt myself falter as I filled her in on how we’d had sex with just the two of us for the first time in weeks, watching her shift into a comfortable position as her masseuse hovered over her. Her breasts were once again non-existent, but her nipples were diamond-hard. I also noticed that she was completely shaven between her legs and the thought of what her smooth womanhood on my tongue would feel like drove me to lick my lips involuntarily. I could literally feel my mouth watering.

Astrid’s eyes slid shut as Mark returned his hands to her legs, massaging her calves just above her knees. Without a word, she reached down, grabbed the man’s hand, and tugged on it until his hand slid between her legs. Her head arched back as a soft sigh escaped her nostrils. Then she turned her head to the side, slowly opened her eyes, and gave me a look of pure arousal.

“Go on,” she said.

“I uh…” I glanced at Mark, who had his eyes fixed on the woman he was fingering. The muscles in his forearm flexed, indicating that he’d found her slit and was manipulating it. “Then, after I came in her throat, I told her I was going to take her off birth control when we returned to the States.”

Astrid’s breath was quickening, and she reached for one of her perky nipples, squeezing and tugging on it as she rocked her hips slightly back and forth against Mark’s hand. “Fuck,” she breathed. “What did she say?”

Before I could answer, I felt a hand touch my hip and looked over my shoulder to see Lara staring down at me with a question in her eyes. I looked back at Astrid, who simply nodded. “Let her. I know you’ve got to be hard.”

She wasn’t wrong. In fact, I realized that I’d been unconsciously grinding my hardon while recounting the story, not realizing that it had become semi painful sandwiched between my body and the firm mattress I was laying on. If Astrid didn’t mind, then what was the harm in rolling over and letting the beautiful woman finish me off.

As soon as I settled on my back, Lara began tracing beautifully painted crimson nails up and down the underside of my cock. She traced the length of it up and down twice before finally wrapping her fingers around it loosely so she could begin jerking me off.

I looked up into her piercing blue eyes and gave her a smile, which she returned without saying a word. I wouldn’t have known this woman’s name had it not been for Astrid telling it to me. The lack of knowing the woman pleasuring me was actually kind of hot, and I could feel my cock tightening a little due to the arousing situation.

“What did she say?” Astrid repeated, pulling my attention back to her.

“She didn’t say anything,” I said. My voice sounded strained and felt like it would crack any moment. I was confessing one of the deepest, darkest things in my life to a woman who was practically a stranger and two others who most definitely were unknown quantities. I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but watching Astrid lying on the table, her slender hips writhing as she stared at me through hooded eyes… my dick was making my choices for me again.

“I mean,” I went on, “What’s there to say? It’s not her decision. It’s mine, and the thought of knocking her up turns me on. If she’s honest, I think it turns her on too.”

Astrid’s eyes widened when I admitted that, and I didn’t shy away from staring at her lovely heiress.

“What’s even more of a turn-on, though,” I continued, “Is collaring Helen.”

“Wait… Helen is yours too?” Astrid asked, her head rising off the table a couple of inches when she heard the interesting news.

I nodded. “When Roger was removed from YPV, I had Helen replace his spot as a partner, then told her she was mine. She had to go back to America, but before she left, I put a collar on her.” I looked back up at Lara, who was simply watching my cock as she slowly pumped it. “Helen belongs to me now,” I said, shuddering at the words.

“Mmm,” Astrid moaned, and I could hear her shifting on the bed next to me. “Fuck… that’s hot.”

I took a moment to admire the beautiful woman masturbating my dick. Her thick mane of dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she had a few freckles scattered across her otherwise flawless face. She appeared in her late twenties or early thirties, and as her eyes flickered toward my gaze, a shy smile touched her perfectly luscious lips, causing my cock to twitch in her soft hand.

“Do you treat them like the little pieces of property they are?” Astrid said, surprising me with the images she painted with her crude words. I looked back over at her to see that she looked like she was going to cum soon. My story must have really worked her up—she had one arm over her head, holding onto the edge of the mattress while the other hand still twisted and pinched at her nipples. “Do you?”

“I do with Bobbi,” I said as my hips began to involuntarily move in rhythm with the girl’s pumping motion.

“Fuck…” Astrid’s tongue flicked across her bottom lip as she closed her eyes.

“Helen… not so much. She’s more of a partner in crime… kind of like… an enforcer. It suits her. We work well together.” Painting a picture of what I did with my two collared women to complete strangers was a unique and exciting experience. There was something bizarrely erotic in Astrid and I practically ignoring the two servants who were jacking us off while we focused more on each other and my story. It made me feel powerful in a way I hadn’t quite felt before.

“But you will,” Astrid said. “I bet once you get back to the States, she begs you to tie her up and use her like the toy she is.” At this point, Astrid’s words were more breath than anything else, and she looked like she was quickly approaching climax.

“Can I… borrow her?” Astrid asked.

“Who?” I asked. “Helen?”

“Your whore,” Astrid said. She released the back of the mattress and grabbed Mark’s wrist, pulling firm against it as he continued to finger her. “The one you brought with you.”

The image of Astrid pulling Bobbi by her golden brown hair until her lips were plastered on the heiress’s cunt sealed my fate, and it was a matter of moments before I would erupt. “Fuck! I thought…” I reached out and placed a hand on Lara’s hip, massaging it through her scrubs. “I thought you weren’t interested in girls…”

“A passing interest,” Astrid panted. “This is different, though. Can I? Tonight?”

Why not? I would probably have to make Bobbi do it, but even the thought of sending my reluctant slave to the bed of another powerful, domineering woman drove me even closer to the edge. Besides… it wasn’t like I didn’t have anyone else to replace my pet.”

“I can’t refuse,” I said. “Especially after everything you’ve done for me. You just need to tell me about it tomorrow.”

“Oh… yes,” Astrid cried out as she ground her vagina into her masseuse’s hand. “Maybe if tomorrow goes well, you can show me… how you like to use her.”

“I’d like that,” I said just as Astrid tensed up as she came all over Mark’s hand.

I felt my balls tense and erupted into Lara’s waiting hands a moment later as my ass left the mattress as rapturous ecstasy washed over me.

I could only hope that tomorrow went well and I could get my hands on the lovely Norwegian woman in celebration.

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To Be Continued...