Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 22

Emily sighed, her eyes wandering over my face, and then quirked a corner of her mouth up at me. Her tongue darted across her full lips, and she said, “I guess I can’t blame her. Being with a girl has been remarkable, but there are some things women can’t do for you… you know?”

I stared back at her, suddenly feeling even more weird about the situation. It wasn’t so much the frankness of our conversation alone—we’d discussed sex openly in the past. It was all the other things happening in the moment. How close we were to each other… the way she was looking up at me with her big blue-gray eyes, looking all vulnerable. I suddenly became very aware of her formidable chest pressed against mine and the fact that I had a rapidly-growing erection.

We stared at each other for a few moments in silence, and I was acutely aware of just how close our faces were to each other. I remembered the morning I’d walked in on her completely nude; the image of her slender form hunched over Natashya… those large, milky-white tits on her chest…

Fuck. Did I want to kiss Emily?

The bedroom door opened, and we both jumped like we’d been hit by a cattle prod. A foot of mattress magically apparated between the two of us.

Bobbi opened the door just enough to slip through, and I immediately did a double take. Her hair fell over one side of her face, hiding a prominent darkening splotch on her cheek below her eye. She was nursing a split lip as she shut the door behind her and leaned against it. A cream-colored silk shift draped off her body, with a matching shawl falling over her shoulders. It hugged her perfectly while concealing most of her from my eyes.

“What the fuck?” I asked, sitting up and twisting so my feet hit the floor. I stood up. “What happened?”

Bobbi didn’t speak. She simply stood there against the door, watching me, and I saw a complete lack of hatred or rebellion in her eyes. For the first time, I saw… relief?

“What happened?” I repeated, taking a couple of steps toward her. I heard movement and saw my sister slip out of the other side of the bed. She was fixing the sleep shirt she’d been wearing and let out a gasp as she took in my submissive’s injuries.

“Bobbi!” I snapped, using her real name for the first time in over a month. She jumped slightly at the tone in my voice—or possibly hearing her name come from my lips. It might have sounded like a parent using a child’s middle name. That’s when you knew you were in trouble.

“Marcus!” Emily chided me.

I ignored my sister. “Come here,” I ordered, my words hard as iron.

She obeyed and left the door, slowly approaching me. As soon as she got within arm’s length, I took her by one shoulder and pulled her closer, brushing her hair away from the left side of her face. The bruise on her cheek looked pretty fresh but was already darkening; my thumb grazed it, and my submissive winced at my touch with a pained expression.

“What happened?” I asked for a third time.

When she cut her eyes up at me this time, I saw a flash of disgust in them as if my even asking the question was a disappointment to her. You should already know what happened, her gaze told me. That disgust would have normally enraged me, but now it reassured me that the woman I’d taken all those weeks ago was still there. Her spirit remained intact.

“What happened?” Emily insisted, coming to a halt a couple feet behind Bobbi.

“I… loaned Bobbi to Astrid last night,” I admitted to my sister, bracing myself for the onslaught I would likely receive. As I spoke, I slid the shawl off Bobbi’s shoulders; it fell away and took the entire thing with it, puddling around my submissive’s feet and exposing her arms. Angry raised lines crossed each other up and down Bobbi’s arms, marring her perfect complexion.

Emily gasped as she stared at Bobbi’s back and said, “Oh my god…”

I pulled Bobbi toward me, allowing me to look over her shoulder to see similar welts crossing at random points on her upper back and shoulders. A few of them looked like they’d bled a little.

“Hey,” I said, pulling back to look down at my submissive. “Who did this to you?”

As if I didn’t already know the answer.

Eyes narrowed to slits, Bobbi looked up at me and said, “Who do you think?”

At that moment, the door to the adjoining bathroom opened, and Natashya walked out, wearing a towel around her midsection. Her hair looked relatively dry as it hung loose around her shoulders. She was starting to say something cheeky, based on the smile she wore, but it faded as quickly as the words on her tongue as she took in the sight of Bobbi’s abuse. She said something in a language I didn’t understand, but it sounded like a curse.

“You… ‘loaned’ her out?” Emily asked.

Yeah… this was going to be bad.

“Hey,” I said, looking back at Bobbi. I gently grasped her shoulders in my hands, careful to avoid touching any marks on her skin. “Are you okay?”

“Does she look okay!?” Emily said, her temper clearly rising.

“Yes,” Bobbi said so quietly that I might have missed it had I not looked directly at her. “Sir,” she added near the end. I wasn’t sure what to think about that.

“Marcus! Look at her!” Emily continued. “She needs a doctor!”

Still ignoring my sister, I kept my eyes on Bobbi, trying to discern what the hell she was thinking. I placed my fingers on her chin and tilted her head up to look at me, and she met my gaze… that moment of disgust was gone, but the defiance remained. I didn’t feel like it was directed at me. It was more like she was letting me know that she still wasn’t broken.

“How could you do this!?” Emily asked.

“Shut the fuck up, Emily!” I hadn’t said the words. Bobbi had. She’d wrenched her chin free of my grasp to look directly at the closest thing she probably had to a friend and spat the words with as much venom as anything I’d ever heard from her. I was dumbstruck.

Emily was dumbstruck.

“Hah!” Natashya bellowed and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. She was brash and unapologetic, but she wasn’t stupid. This obviously wasn’t the place for whatever off-color joke she was about to make.

I sighed, grabbed my socks and shoes from beside the bed, and began slipping them on. “I’ll be back,” I growled.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Emily called out as I headed toward the door.

“To have a talk with Astrid!” I called out just before disappearing through the door.

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