Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 57

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Tuesday, September 10th, late morning

“Feel better?” I asked, as I leaned against the doorway of the helicopter and sat down.

Astrid sighed and passed me the remote. “I didn’t realize how washing my face would make me feel like a completely new person, and brushing my teeth is almost enough to make me forget about being trapped here.”

“Yeah,” I said as I repeated the all-too-familiar pattern on the remote. “Sorry I let you go without it for so long.”

“It’s okay,” Astrid said. “It’s low on the list of priorities right now. Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me.”

“No problem,” I said, distracted as I stared at the remote. It still bothered me how Chloe had seemed so… tactical this morning. We barely exchanged any words before she traipsed into the forest again, and it was like she couldn’t wait to get away from me. Of course, I knew better; she was in a hurry to reach the cabin just in case those were our people.

Still…

I leaned my head against the wreckage and recalled our conversation from the night before. Chloe’s words came back to me:

I’m thinking of quitting when we get back to the States.

“I’m thinking of quitting when we get back to the States.”

“What?” I’d asked, lifting my head to look at her.

“My position. I think I might have to vacate it after we return home.”

“Why?” I asked.

Chloe had studied me for a while, and I’d never seen her look so uncertain and vulnerable. I thought she was about to ask me to kiss her again, but instead she simply said, “I crossed a line.”

“I’m okay with that,” I said.

“I’m not,” she said, her tone flat. “I can’t trust myself to make good decisions, and you can’t trust me to do my job.”

“Chloe—”

“I’m not changing my mind,” she said. She rolled away from me, exposing her back.

“I don’t care about you being compromised,” I said to the back of her head. “I don’t want anyone else!”

“You’re gonna,” Chloe muttered.

“I don’t accept your resignation,” I said.

“I don’t care.”

I sighed and rolled on my back, staring at the low ceiling of the hut as the shadows played across it in the flickering flame’s light.

“Let’s say you quit,” I finally said, cutting through the minutes-long silence like a knife. “Would you leave?”

“I wouldn’t have a job there. Of course I would.”

I wasn’t sure what hurt more, my heart from the callous way she was suddenly treating me, or my neck from the proverbial whiplash. What the hell had happened in the sixty seconds between heaven and heartbreak?”

“Chloe…”

“Go to sleep, Marcus. We’re not out of the woods yet.”

We’re not out of the woods yet.

I violently cranked the remote to its highest setting, imagining that Helen still had the egg inside her. A desperate SOS by way of sex toy: Bitch! Get me the fuck out of here!

“What’s the matter?”

I looked up to find Astrid watching me, her head tilted… half curious, half amused as she lay back on the twisted remains of the helicopter seating.

“Lover’s quarrel?”

I blinked. “What?”

She gave me a ghost of a smile. “You and Chloe. You’ve been intimate at least twice. Something happened last night. She seemed more surly than usual this morning when she brought me the remote.”

Helen, Erin, Natashya… now Astrid. God save me from insightful women.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Astrid rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid, Marcus. I’ve seen the way you have looked at her since we met. You’ve been wanting her badly for a while, and now that it’s the two of you alone in the wilderness on these long, cold nights, you’ve given in to your passions.” She smirked. “You’ll get no judgment from me.”

There was no point in denying it. Astrid had my number, and if I were to continue denying it, I’d just look like a fool. It didn’t mean I had to confirm anything, though, so I simply shrugged.

“At least, I know why you haven’t come to see me at night. I was hoping you’d offer to keep me warm in a way more fun than these thermal packets.”

I snorted and nodded at the twisted frames of the seats that had been her prison and, likely, her savior. “Really? Kind of limited on our options, don’t you think?”

“I’m very creative.” Astrid purred, reminding me a little of Helen. “I’m sure we could have found a way to make it work.”

“Oh, fuck!” I suddenly realized that I still had the slider up, and quickly dropped it back down to zero. If Helen still had that thing inside of her and was getting my signal, I was giving her one hell of a ride right about now. I decided to give it a rest for a few minutes.

“Tell me about her,” Astrid said.

“Chloe?”

“No. The one who is hopefully receiving your signal. Helen, right?”

“Oh,” I said, not feeling like opening up right now. “There isn’t much to say.”

Astrid closed her eyes and smiled amusedly. “I’m sure she would be flattered to hear that. It’s not true, though. It’s Roger VanCamp’s wife, correct? They’ve been married for years, now.”

“Was married to Roger,” I quickly corrected. “That’s over.”

“They got divorced?”

“Eh… not officially,” I admitted, “but they’re separated. The paperwork just needs to be filed.”

“And now she’s walking around New York with a vibrating egg inside her, and you have the remote.” There was a twinkle in Astrid’s eyes. Up until this point, she’d been sweet and pleasant. I’d called her out when she tried to manipulate me, and I guess I’d made enough of an impression that she had been relatively docile with more of a friend vibe than the in-control femme fatale one. I saw a little of that return as she asked me about Helen, but it was more charming than alarming.

And I found myself wanting to give it to her. We were being hunted in a cold, damp forest. Chloe was doing the heavy lifting, and I felt like the little kid standing there holding the flashlight. Our only communication with the outside world was by tapping out Morse code on my lawyer’s cooch. My only respite had been the sudden intimacy I’d gained with my beautiful bodyguard.

Now, with Chloe’s sudden shift in mood after handing me her two weeks, I needed a pick-me-up. Astrid's rapt attention as I told her the story of how I cucked Roger VanCamp in every way possible seemed like a cheap way to feel better.

So, I filled her in on all the juicy detail—how Roger had sent Helen to influence me, and how I’d learned about his propensity to pimp out his wife. I told her how much Helen loathed the man and how, after confronting her, she switched allegiances. I confided in Astrid that it was Roger who had taken part in my kidnapping, and that he’d threatened me at my house party. Finally, I told her how I’d come to his partners with proof of his crime against me and threatened to leave their firm unless they dropped him as a partner. By the time I reached the end of the story where I confronted Roger in his own office and in front of his own partners, it was impossible not to smile.

“So,” I finished, “now Roger VanCamp lost his partnership and got disbarred while I get to fuck his very willing wife, and I hope he falls asleep every night in squalor, crying about it.”

I wasn’t the only one grinning. My story enraptured Astrid. “God, Marcus. That is the sexiest thing I have ever heard. Did you fuck her in front of her husband?”

Immediately, the image of Roger VanCamp tied to a chair, being forced to watch as I took his wife right in front of him swam into my mind. The dark part of me that had broken Bobbi, seduced Ashlee, and fucked Carla Tanaka was very attracted to the idea of taking Helen in full view of her husband and looking that bastard in the eyes while I cucked him again and again.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I had some of my security escort him away. I was going to question him about my kidnapping, but he got away before I had the chance. I have a guy looking for him now.”

Astrid slowly closed her eyes and rolled her head back, stretching as well as she could underneath her prison. Something between a moan and a purr escaped her lips, which were curled into a smile that almost resembled post-orgasmic bliss. “I’m sure he regrets crossing you,” she said. “He lost so much… and that wife of his…”

She rolled her head back to the side, her eyes fluttering open as she fixed me with a smoky gaze. “She’s certainly beautiful enough. Tell me, was she worth all that trouble?”

“Helen?” Once again, I let my head fall back against the wreckage. My arms were resting on my knees, and I let one slide off so I could rest my hand between my legs. I was only half aware of grinding my palm against a rapidly hardening prick. “God, I don’t know where to begin.”

“Well, I know what she looks like,” Astrid said, “and I’ve had limited interaction with her in a business setting. What’s she like behind closed doors?”

“She’s one of the coolest women I’ve ever met,” I said. “A lot of her good qualities are just… better when we’re alone. She’s always been a little guarded, but she lets a lot of it fall around me. She’s a great listener, and she’s almost always right. She’s been invaluable, and I’d go through Roger’s crap all over again if I had to keep her.”

“High praise,” Astrid said. “How’s the sex?”

I unconsciously dug the heel of my palm into my erection and then tried to mask it by fiddling with the remote. I thought about Helen’s body… her lithe form stretched out on the bed the first time I saw her nude. She had that classic, elegant shape—long, lean legs that met a well-sculpted, firm ass. Her waist curved in a way that gave her a subtle hourglass shape, with just enough feminine padding to prevent her from having a prominent six-pack. Her breasts hung naturally, light golden from recent sun exposure. She was forty-three, but a life of luxury and the most expensive products had her looking five to ten years younger.

And god, could she fuck…