Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 24

Instead of answering my question, she raised her legs and pulled her knees into her chest as she studied me as if I were some great mystery that needed to be resolved.

“Because I can?” she finally said.

“Because you can,” I repeated, unsure what to do with that.

“I’m not particularly fond of women,” Astrid said with a shrug, but I don’t have a submissive quite like Bobbi, so I thought I’d use her to work out some aggression some of my other partners aren’t as capable of dealing with.”

“Aggression?” I asked. “Haven’t you heard of angry sex?”

“Oh,” Astrid said, standing up, “We did that too.”

Despite my anger toward the woman in front of me, the image of Astrid completely dominating and railing the shit out of Bobbi was appealing, and I could feel my cock stirring in my jeans. Jeans, I might add, which were growing damp in that room. I could already feel my shirt begin to cling to me. My hair was sticking to my scalp and forehead, and beads of sweat were already starting to gather. Some were already starting their slow descent down the side of my face and neck.

“I don’t understand,” Astrid said. “You said she was yours. You said she owned her. If it isn’t about marking her up, then why do you care?”

“Because,” I said. “There are lines.”

“You own a person,” Astrid said dryly as she took a single step toward me, closing the distance between us. “You don’t think you already crossed some pretty significant lines?”

“I broke it down to you,” I shot back. Despite being angry with her, I couldn’t help but glance down at her body. Her runner’s build was inviting, and despite having several inches on Erin, she was about as thin as her. I could have easily tossed her around the room. “She wanted to give herself to me.”

“I call bullshit.” Astrid smiled and said, “Even if she did, that wouldn’t excuse the first part of your relationship.”

“You don’t—”

“Darling, shhh,” the Norse beauty said, pressing an index finger to my lips to silence me. She slid the digit down, dragging my bottom lip along with it. Then she stopped when the tip of her finger hung onto my bottom lip and gently moved it back and forth, tracing it before slipping it past my teeth and into my mouth. I reflexively ran my tongue up the length of her slender finger.

“I told you before… the world is your oyster. It’s your playground. You don’t have to trouble yourself with things like this. You’ll just make yourself sad or indecisive, and we can’t have that, can we?”

She extracted her finger from my mouth, slid her hand down my damp shirt, and pressed her palm into my crotch, feeling my hardon. “Besides, who are we kidding? You love the idea of me using your little whore like that. You want me to do it again, don’t you?”

Astrid ran her palm up and down the lump in my pants as she leaned forward, getting dangerously close to kissing me. “You want to do things like that too, don’t you? You can… you know that, right? Fuck what that little slut wants. Just take it from her. You did that once already. Just keep taking until there’s nothing left and then toss her away like the trash she is and get another one.”

Oh my god… I should have been horrified by what she was saying, but goddamn, if it wasn’t hot to hear her say it while she was massaging my dick through my pants while nearly kissing me as I sweat buckets.

Did I want that sort of thing? Did I actually care about Bobbi, or was my knee-jerk reaction to seeing her this morning a result of my upbringing. Did any of that still apply to me?

No. I could always contemplate the moral implications tied to being a billionaire later. I wasn’t going to go down that philosophical rabbit hole while fully clothed in a sauna with this wealthy daddy’s girl whispering temptations in my ear like some kind of shoulder devil. As much as I wanted to give into temptation, tear my clothes off, and take her right into this sauna, I was still mad at her. I was also tired of being manipulated.

After confronting my brother, traveling to Amsterdam, Paris, London, Scotland, and seducing Lillian, I was starting to get a feel for what it was like being the powerful one. I was beginning to realize how much command I could wield. My money presented so many doors for me to walk through. All I had to do was actually open the doors and step through. I was tired of letting people manipulate me. Ashlee had done it. Carla had… even Helen, and now Astrid was trying to use her womanly wiles to get me to admit that I was being stupid.

Maybe I was being stupid, but that was a question to be answered when I wasn’t standing in front of Astrid.

I grabbed the slender woman by the back of her head and surprised her by pulling her head forward so that I could kiss her. I was rough, my lips unyielding as I massaged them against hers. My tongue invaded her mouth a moment later and met resistance when it crashed against her teeth. I slid the tip across her smooth incisors and canines until I felt her lift them up, permitting it entrance. I decided not to explore further… Astrid was too unknown a quantity, and I wasn’t sure how likely she was to bite.

Instead, I bit her bottom lip just enough to hear a gasp from her before releasing it. Then I pulled away, and my fingers wrapped around her throat. I enjoyed watching her eyes grow wide at the sensation, but I didn’t give her any more time to process the pressure on her throat. In one fluid motion, I turned, shoved her against the wall, and pressed her sweaty body against mine.

“I don’t care about what you think is right or wrong,” I growled. “I don’t care if I’m not making sense. I’m telling you that Bobbi is mine. She’s mine to break. Not yours, and if you ever want to play with anything of mine again, you’ll respect my wishes. Got it?”

Astrid’s eyes were wide, but that was the only indication that she might be afraid. It could just as easily have been anger.

She stared at me for a long moment and then gave a single nod of affirmation. Then, the next few moments stretched into eternity as we stared at each other in absolute silence until I felt my head begin to spin a little. Saunas weren’t made for clothes.

Finally, I let her go and backed off. Not holding her throat so tight that it cut off her wind supply, she simply cleared her throat and continued to stare at me. The fact that she didn’t raise a hand to her neck to rub at the ghostly sensation of my grip was a testament to her discipline.

“Brave of you to do that, considering you still need me for this talk,” Astrid said.

“Why are you doing it?” I asked.

She didn’t respond.

“Hiro and I at war is probably bad for business, so you’re just trying to do what’s best for you. Right?”

I got nothing from Astrid in the way of affirmation, so I just assumed I hit the nail on the head. Still… she was kind of right. She’d set this whole thing up and welcomed me as her guest. She shouldn’t have done what she had to Bobbi, but perhaps what I’d just done was an overreaction.

“I apologize,” I finally said. “I felt like you were trying to manipulate me, and I’ve had enough of that.”

“It’s alright,” Astrid said, still leaning against the wall. “I might have gotten a little carried away. I enjoy a good philosophical dalliance, but this might not have been the proper time. You were concerned for your pet.”

“Thank you,” I said. I needed to get out of here before I passed out and ruined whatever tough-guy points I’d just accrued with this woman. “When do we leave?”

“After lunch,” Astrid said. She reached up and rubbed her hand on her neck while distracted by our conversation. Maybe she’d been a little anxious about what I’d just done after all.

I took a step back toward the door. “Good deal. See you at lunch then?”

She gave me a small smile that I was almost certain was laced with uncertainty. “See you at lunch.”

______

“Goddamn,” Erin said, leaning in the doorway to the bathroom and watching as I peeled the wet shirt off my body and tossed it to the floor. It hit the cold tile with a wet splat.

I looked up at her and said, “Hm?”

“Tara’s doing a number on you,” Erin said, her eyes traveling up and down my body as I stood in front of her, wearing nothing but my wet jeans. “I’ve seen you plenty of times, but this hits different for some reason. Maybe it’s all the sweat.”

“Thanks,” I said, eying my assistant. Tara had been working hard to help me sculpt the body I wanted and had done the same for Helen. The two of us had undergone the most changes, followed by Bobbi. Erin… not so much. To be fair, though, Erin didn’t need it. She was already so slender that if she lost weight, she might start to look a little emaciated. At the same time, I didn’t think her putting muscle on would be right either. Erin was perfect the way she was, and we both knew it.

“You look good, too,” I said, stating the obvious.

She sauntered into the room with one hand on her hip, still gazing at my naked torso as I began stripping out of my wet jeans. Her eyes halted at my cock as it bounced free of its confines. “I can see that.” She looked into my eyes. “What’s got you so hot and bothered?”

“Astrid,” I said, relaying the whole story, starting with the blonde’s request to use Bobbi. As I told the story, standing there completely nude, Erin walked over to my bed and hauled an overnight bag out from between it and the nightstand to set it on the mattress. She started rummaging through it as I told the story, stopping occasionally to look up at me as things like Bobbi’s bruises came to light.

“Jesus,” Erin said. “I thought Helen played rough.”

“Not as rough as Astrid, I’m afraid,” I admitted. Then I jerked my chin at the bag. “What’s that?”

“Just an overnight bag I put together for you.”

“I shouldn’t need it. Astrid said we should be back this evening,” I said, walking to the closet where Erin had stored a lot of my clothes. I rummaged through some of the nicer clothes, thinking I should look decent for Tanaka.

“You never know,” Erin hummed. “Lady Håkansson might have different plans.” She held up a pair of handcuffs. “Sexy plans.”

Erin had a point. Astrid had proved unpredictable, and taking an overnight bag wasn’t the worst idea in the world. Besides… what if Ryo Tanaka decided to extend the talks for whatever reason. “How many changes of clothes?”

“Three,” Erin said, rummaging through the bag. “There’s another pair of shoes, a couple of power bars, the remote to Helen’s vibrator, and your laptop complete with cable.”

“Helen’s remote? Isn’t that thing controlled by my phone?”

“It’s the dedicated device. Just has the one slider for vibration intensity… no fancy controls like pulse. It looks a little like a long fidget toy. Maybe if you get bored while talking peace, you can play with it and take solace that at least one of us is having fun.” Erin grinned.

“It’ll work out there?” I asked.

“This thing was expensive as hell,” Erin said. “If you can connect to a phone network, you can probably use the remote too.”

“Huh,” I said. “Sounds like magic.”

“Money works miracles,” Erin said, zipping up my overnight bag. Then she walked over to me, grabbing the hem of her shirt and hauling it over her head. “Now… I think we have some time before lunch. Want a quickie before you go? Only access to good vag is gonna be two blondes, and I think they might beat you up just as easily as fuck your brains out.”

I grinned at my assistant, wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, and hauled her into the air to carry her toward the bed. “I might just take you up on that offer,” I said as I dropped her on my mattress. I fell to my knees and hauled her pants and panties over her hips, down her legs, and yanked them completely off so that she was as naked as I was.