Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 25

Not even bothering to admire the tiny pussy that I could probably draw from memory at this point, I buried my face between Erin’s legs and got to work. My tongue plunged deep into the sweet canal of my assistant as she wrapped her bronze thighs around my head.

“Oh fuck yes,” she breathed, her fingernails sliding through my hair. “I’m gonna lay here and think about that fucking trainer of yours while you eat me out. Think she would do as good a job as you?”

I didn’t respond immediately because of how occupied I was eating out with the young woman on my bed. I’m not sure if it was my bias or not, but Erin just tasted sweeter than most—like a hint of honey was added to the mixture that made up the typical flavor of vaginal fluid. That mixed with how vocal she was, performing oral on Erin was hardly work; it was a delight.

Reveling in the silky smoothness of her inner lips as I ran my tongue up her slit, I enjoyed her delighted hums and squeals of pleasure as I ate her out. She described all the ways she wanted to go down on our personal trainer and suggested ways of seducing her, which included doing yoga completely nude, showering next to Tara and offering to wash her, and several other scenarios that sounded like she’d pulled them directly from a porn ***********.

Already primed from my encounter with Astrid, I couldn’t take any more teasing and abruptly stood up, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and unceremoniously plunged my dick directly into her tight little hole.

“Aw fuck yeeess,” she moaned, stretching out on the bed so that her firm tits stood flat against her chest, making it look almost as small as Astrid’s. She grinned as she looked up at me through slitted eyes.

“She really wants you,” I huffed as I pistoned in and out of her juicy cunt. “I see the way she stares at you.”

“Oh fuck… she can’t have me,” Erin gasped.

“Lusts after you,” I breathed, reaching down to palm one of her tits and capturing the small nipple to roll it between my fingers.

Erin tossed her head back and forth. “She. Can’t. Have. Me.”

“She probably gets herself off every night.”

“She’ll have to get your permission to touch this body,” Erin said. Suddenly, she started to do a situp, and I positioned my hands under her ass as she flexed her abdomen and lifted herself off the bed. She brought her body close to mine and wrapped her arms around my neck, raining little kisses all over my face and squealing as I picked up the pace and continued fucking her.

“This body is all yours, Marcus… for as long as you’ll have me.”

She closed her lips over mine, and our tongues met for a duel as I bounced my tiny assistant up and down on my cock, fucking the shit out of her as I thought about how she was driving my personal trainer crazy. I thought about how I’d had Astrid pinned against the wall in the sauna… how she’d sent Bobbi back to me striped like a tigress. I thought about Helen and how I’d never told her to remove that egg… did she still have it inside her? If I had to bet money… I’d say yes.

As I made out with Erin, fucking her for all she was worth and enjoying the feel of her arms tightening around my neck as she approached climax, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was. I had some fucking amazing women in my life… most of which were ready to fuck me at a moment’s notice.

I could have never imagined such a life just a couple months ago.

“Grah,” Erin growled as she pulled away from my lips. She pulled herself tight against me so her mouth hovered near my ear. “Fuck me, boss. Fuck me till I break!”

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Saturday, September 7th, 2:59 pm

“We should be there in another fifteen minutes or so!” Astrid called out over the headset she wore. I gave her a thumbs-up and then returned to staring out my window. The scenery outside was incredible. Deep emerald greens spanned as far as I could see, broken up by rivers, lakes, rocky hills, and mountains. It was an ever-changing landscape that rivaled Scotland for its beauty. I really think I was falling in love with the color green.

Our lunch had gone well enough. Bobbi and Emily didn’t attend for obvious reasons, but the rest of us did and enjoyed something called Kjøttkaker, which was basically meatballs in gravy. Astrid was just as polite and pleasant as every other interaction I had with her. In fact, had I not vividly remembered wrapping my hand around her throat, I would have started to wonder if I dreamed the entire thing. What I thought would be an awkward meal turned out to be very pleasant, with Astrid making pleasant conversation with practically everyone at the table. She never asked where Bobbi and Emily were, though.

After lunch, Chloe and I met Astrid and one of the members of her security team at her helipad, where a helicopter was gassed up and waiting. It wasn’t as splendid or luxurious as mine—built more for functionality than traveling comfortably. Once inside and strapped in, the four of us took off for the cabin, where we would meet Ryo Tanaka. Apparently, it was an old hunting lodge Astrid’s father owned. Hiro had been there several times with his kids, and Ryo had accepted it as a neutral place to discuss some sort of truce between me and the Tanaka family. I thought it was a little strange to have to fly that far out of the way to meet with someone for peace talks, but considering how warm and hospitable Astrid had been to Bobbi and me over the last twenty-four hours, maybe there was some logic to the arrangement.

Chloe had done her due diligence, checking the helicopter for things like fire extinguishers, weapons, parachutes, medical kits, transponders, and more. She’d also made sure to leave coordinates of the meeting place with Erin, one of the Johns, and Hannon Security. She even did background checks on the staff flown in to serve us during our stay. The only thing she hadn’t received was details on who would be guarding Tanaka. That alone had almost been enough to call her off, but after agreeing to let her check the place out and search Tanaka and his guard, she relented.

“Ryo hasn’t agreed to Chloe’s search, so I’ll need to clear it with him first!” Astrid said a few moments later, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“That wasn’t part of the deal!” Chloe called out over her microphone.

“I didn’t think about it till now, but Ryo has a sensitive ego like his father. I’ll need to talk to him first to smooth things over!”

Chloe nodded, then glanced at me, giving me a nod. She’d told me beforehand to switch to channel seven when she gave me that look, so I did.

“I don’t like it,” Chloe said, looking out the window to obfuscate moving lips from Astrid’s view.

I did the same. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Aside from the misunderstanding with Bobbi, she’s been perfectly hospitable, and like she said, she’s happy to take us out of here the moment we feel uncomfortable. I think it’s worth trying to see this through, but if you really hate it, I can tell her to call it off.”

Chloe didn’t respond immediately, and I looked around to ensure she was okay. “Hey. Is everything—”

My words were cut off as the helicopter suddenly careened hard to the left and made a ninety-degree turn before lurching to a halt in mid-air. I would have gone rolling out of my seat had I not been strapped in. The helicopter wobbled in place before stabilizing, and I saw Astrid reach up to straighten her headgear as she looked around in confusion. Then, her head suddenly whipped around to look out the window on my left-hand side, where Chloe was sitting.

“What the fuck!?” I shouted. When I didn’t get an immediate response, I realized that my mic was still on channel seven—not the channel the pilot was on. I fumbled with the controls until I found the appropriate channel.

“—don’t know where it came from!” Astrid’s bodyguard and pilot was saying.

“I don’t care where it came from! Get us out of here!” Chloe barked into her mic.

“She’s right!” Astrid said, her eyes every bit as large as they had been when I had my hand around her throat as they searched the grounds roughly a thousand and five hundred feet below us.

“What happened?” I asked, looking between the two ladies with me. “What was that?”

“Another one! There’s another one!” the pilot called out. The helicopter lurched to the left, throwing me around in my seat so that the only thing keeping me in place was the straps.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

“Daniel!” Astrid yelled.

“Marcus!” Chloe said. “Take one—”

Chloe didn’t get to finish her sentence. The helicopter shuddered violently as I once again lurched out of my seat, only to be kept in place by the restraints. Like the first one, the aircraft rolled and spun, but this wasn’t just another maneuver… it felt more like something on the helicopter had just erupted.

“What’s happening?” I asked again, tired of asking that question so many times today.

The helicopter continued to turn, increasing the velocity of its spin as I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Were we even right-side up anymore?

“Parachute!” Chloe said, reaching under her seat. I eyed her as she pulled the pack beneath her and followed suit. At the same time, she produced a pocket knife from somewhere and cut loose the restraints holding me in place while the chopper continued to vibrate madly as it picked up more spin velocity in the air.

“What are you doing!?” Astrid cried out over the headset.

Chloe ignored her.

I ignored her as I tumbled out of my seat and tried to stabilize myself on the floor in front of me, clutching the pack to my chest with one arm while trying to keep from face-planting into the helicopter hull with the other. I could smell burning plastic and smoke coming from somewhere, and as I ripped the headset off my head, I could hear alarms blaring.

I managed to look around and catch sight of Chloe, who had just undone her own straps. She saw me looking at her and mouthed very clearly, “Get your parachute on!”

And that’s when it hit me.

Oh… fuck.

Were we jumping out of the helicopter?

So many questions raced through my head. I’d never gone skydiving before… I’d never jumped out of anything before. How the fuck did I put one of these on? What about the helicopter blade? What about the trees below? Were there still trees below? Where were we?

As these questions raced through my mind, I fumbled with the straps of the backpack parachute and tried as quickly as possible to strap myself in despite being nervous as hell and jostling around. However, as soon as I had the straps snapped in place, Chloe lunged past me and popped open the helicopter door. At that moment, the bird lurched and rolled to the left, sending me hurling into Chloe as she hung onto the door she was attempting to open. I could feel the chopper turning and straightening just enough for my bodyguard to work the lever for the hatch and throw it open. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the orange cord hanging off one strap as she eyed the outside world.

Oh my god, it was all happening so fast…

The helicopter then began to roll the other way, and as soon as it hit twenty-five degrees to the right, Chloe did the one thing I absolutely did not hire her to do. She shoved me out of the helicopter.

The world became a spinning mess of gray and green as my stomach lurched into my mouth, and all I knew was that I was hurtling very quickly to the needle-like trees that stretched toward me from below.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

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To Be Continued...