Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 75

And that’s when I noticed the faint aroma of sex in the room—specifically Bobbi’s. “Is that what you’ve been doing in here?”

“Earlier,” Bobbi admitted. “Before I fell asleep.”

Letting go of her chin was preferable to letting go of her tit, so I dropped my hand from her face to her hand and picked it up. Her wrist was so dainty that I could easily wrap my fingers around it with plenty of room to spare. I twisted it as I brought her now open palm to my face, and leaned down to give it a test sniff.

Sure enough, her fingers reeked of her sex. There was no visual evidence of Bobbi’s solo activities on her hand. If the smell hadn’t caught my attention, I might not have known what she’d been up to.

I inhaled deeply while cutting my eyes up to see her as she watched me closely. Her lips parted, and the tip of her tongue pressed against her upper lip. Her fingers curled until they brushed my lips, and I complied with the wordless suggestion, inviting her middle and forefinger into my mouth.

Bobbi was tangy… sour, but with an aftertaste of sweetness that hit after the fact. It wasn’t a completely pleasant sensation by itself, but what it represented made it delicious—an enemy I hated brought to heel. Subjugated. Breaking down and slowly being rebuilt as not only someone who would serve me, but who needed to. Her disposition had been almost as bitter as the taste of her fluids had been. With mine and Helen’s guidance and intervention, that was slowly changing.

Just like the diet and exercise I had her on were changing her taste.

Swirling my tongue between her digits, I slid them deeper into my mouth as I inhaled her again. I could feel my own arousal rising as my boxers lost room.

“Ma… Sir?”

I let my fingers slip from my lips. “What?”

“I really need you to fuck me.” Her words were strained… laced with so much need that I got the impression she might die if I didn’t honor her request.

My fingers tightened on her breast a little more, not out of cruelty but driven more out of my own growing need and desire. I let her wrist slip free from my grasp. “Ask me properly.”

“Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

My hand returned to her face, cupping her cheek. She pressed herself into my palm; her eyes fluttered shut, and a faint whimper escaped her lips. This was not the Bobbi I was used to seeing.

“I fucking need it,” Bobbi whispered. She turned into my palm so that the corner of her mouth brushed my wrist. Her lips pursed in the barest of a kiss.

That might have been the first time I’d ever seen her try to kiss any part of me.

Eyes opened—half-lidded and smokey.

I released her breast and pulled the waist of my boxers down, unveiling a cock already rock-hard.

“Make sure I’m ready for you first,” I said, my voice thick.

I slid my fingers through her hair, entwining them through honeyed locks as I tugged. The action was just as much a command as my words.

Whatever little resistance there was from my pet was gone. Only compliance.

Because good girls get rewards.

***

Flashback to earlier in the morning

Astrid’s shoulders fell, she cocked her head, and her pleased smile fell into…

Was that disappointment?

Was she fucking disappointed in me?

“Really, Marcus? You’re going to hold that against me?”

She was already trying to reframe it by pretending it was tactical brilliance instead of reckless selfishness. Classic Astrid.

The audacity of this fucking bitch.

I could feel my blood boiling. “What?”

“It worked out perfectly,” Astrid said. “Everyone made it out alive, including your girl.”

“Shea!” I was grinding my teeth. “Her name is Shea!”

“Shea is alive. Chloe’s alive. You’re alive.”

It wasn’t her lack of apology that bothered me. It was her complete lack of awareness of the problem! Chloe and I had worked our asses off, making sure she stayed alive. We had been on the same team, and the moment I was trying to make sure we all got out alive, Astrid decided to take matters into her own hands by grabbing my gun and shooting that merc, endangering one of my people.

My decision may have been a bad one. Maybe not. We would never know. Astrid made decisions based solely on what was good for Astrid, and damn everyone else.

“That isn’t the fucking point!” I said, stepping near her. I could feel my fingernails digging into my palms.

Astrid instinctively reached for her phone beside her bedside table.

I planted my foot against the corner of the end table and shoved.

The furniture danced away from the bed, skittering several feet along the wall as all its contents flew off the surface. A lamp, plugged into the wall, was yanked off its perch like a lassoed rider off his horse. I heard glass break. Her phone hit the floor and spun across the dark polished wood.

I grabbed Astrid’s outstretched arm, locked it in place, and entwined my fingers in her fine blonde hair, yanking hard to ensure she looked me in the eyes.

“You endangered people’s lives,” I growled. “You almost got me killed. You almost got Chloe and Shea killed.”

“I did what I had to,” Astrid said. A momentary flash of fear in her eyes immediately froze into a look of pure ice. “It’s called surviving, Marcus. If you don’t learn how to do it, this life will kill you.”

“And if you ever do something to endanger me or my people again, I’ll kill you.”

Astrid smiled. She actually fucking smiled. “Where has this Marcus been the whole time?”

“I mean it, Astrid.”

“I know. I like it.”

I heard the door rattle, and then there was a knock. Someone called out in Norse, and it sounded like a question.

Astrid responded in English without taking her eyes off mine. “Just an accident! I’m fine! We’re discussing a private matter!”

The man started to respond through the door again, and Astrid’s face became a thunderhead. “Leave!”

Astrid lifted her chin at me when it grew quiet. “What will it be, Marcus? Are you going to kill me, or are we going to fuck?”

Jesus. Yeah, this woman was twenty-one flavors of crazy.

“We’re done,” I said, letting go of her as I straightened.

She sighed. “Oh, come on, Marcus! Where did you go!?”

“Erin’s called a car. We’re leaving. Thanks for the help with Tanaka. I'll handle it from here.”

“Marcus!”

“Lose my fucking number, Astrid. If I see you again, I’ll feed you to Bobbi—she’s hungry for your blood after what you did to her.”

I unlocked the door and threw it open. A slab of blonde human man stood in the doorway, looking down at me. Then he looked over my shoulder at the mess in the room. I stepped aside and hiked my thumb over my shoulder. “Your employer needs her phone.”

He said something to Astrid as he moved in the room, and I slipped out as she replied, leaving them both behind.

***

Present

Bobbi’s lips stretched around the base of my cock as I slid the final inch inside, feeling the head squeeze past her initial resistance and invade her throat. It squeezed my member deliciously, and my pet’s gagging coughs only served to massage it, bringing greater pleasure.

I curled my fingers through her hair and kept pressure on her head for a beat or two longer… then pulled her off me. Her gasps as her mouth left me were exquisite—a cry for help mingled with a declaration of her submission.

She kept her eyes on me, tears leaking down her cheeks. There was no running mascara this time. There was no lipstick. No blush… nothing smeared except for saliva and precum coating her mouth and chin. I had Bobbi at her messiest and rawest.

Once she caught her breath, I slipped the head of my cock back between her pretty lips, and she accommodated my girth by opening her jaw as much as she could. My entire length invaded her mouth once more until I felt her nose brush against my groin. And then, with my hand on the back of her head, it became less about my pet servicing me with a blowjob and more of me fucking her face.

My dick ran in and out of her throat as we stared at each other. Her gagging and coughing were so much less than they had been when Helen and I first started training her. I cupped her chin in my other hand as I continued to work in and out of her mouth.

“My fucking God,” I whispered. “You’re gorgeous.”

I slipped my member out of her mouth, and she gave a surprised mewl as I pulled her to her knees, still keeping her firmly in my grip as I brought her face near mine.

Moments ticked by on a river of gasps; our breaths mingled as we stared at each other. It felt as if neither of us knew what to do next.

And then I pressed my lips to hers and drove her back into the mattress, landing on top of her.

Our tongues didn't dance in each other's mouths. They fought. They invaded. They warred over territory. Our lips were like supporting troops—crapturing, retreating, assaulting. Bobbi’s hands roamed over my back as her legs wrapped around my ass, both working in tandem to pull me as close and get my cock inside her.

I wasn’t just making out with a woman who was simply submitting to my desires. I was kissing a woman who was reciprocating with all the passion of a woman wanting to be taken.

Suddenly, she squealed and pulled back, our lips separating just enough for her to catch ragged breaths as she locked gazes with me. Resistance flashed in her eyes—the annoyance and anger of the old Bobbi reared its ugly head.

“Wait,” she gasped. “This isn’t how I want it.”

I knew what she wanted. It was that morning in the shower all over again. She wanted release without intimacy, submission without closeness.

“It’s how I want it,” I said. “And it’s what you need.”

She turned her head to the side, baring the curve of her neck—long, graceful, with the faintest twitch of tendons beneath skin as smooth as poured cream. The sliver of vulnerability called to me, and I couldn’t help leaning in and sliding my lips along shallow, silken hills and valleys.

“And you’re mine to do with as I want, pet,” I whispered, delivering small, wet kisses just below her ear.

Reaching down, I grabbed one of her wrists and slid it over her head. I pressed it into the mattress as I grabbed her other hand and brought it up and pinned both of them there. I pushed my hips forward a little more and was rewarded with the tip of my cock nestled between her soaking pussy lips.

I ran my lips down the sharp edge of her jaw and murmured, “Look at me.”

After a delicious moment’s hesitation, she did. Her gorgeous slate-colored eyes were at war—equal parts desire and trepidation.

“Repeat after me, kitten,” I husked. “I belong to you.”

“I belong… to you.”

I pushed my hips forward, slipping the mushroom head of my member just past her inner lips.

“What you want, I want.”

Another inch of encouragement.

“What you want, I want,” she groaned, her head rolling back so that her lips brushed mine again.

“Now,” I said, brushing our noses together. “Ask me to make love to you.”

“Please, just fuck me!” Bobbi breathed.

“Ask me,” I said, pulling back a fraction so she could feel me begin to evacuate her.

“Nnng!” Bobbi rolled her hips forward, but I matched her movements, withholding any more of myself from her.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Ugh… please… Master. Make love to me.”

I pressed my lips to hers at the exact moment that I began sliding the full length of cock deep inside her.

Her loud groan into my mouth vibrated along with her hyperaroused body. Her fingers curled around the hand pinning her onto the mattress.

In one single thrust, I was fully buried inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped against her mouth.

“Please… don’t stop,” she husked before I resumed kissing.

I felt her hands push against mine as if she were trying to release herself from my grasp so she could cling to me. I didn’t oblige… just held on tighter as I reversed course and pulled out of her. Her canal gripped me tight as if she didn’t want to let go while I withdrew, but the sounds she made against my lips let me know that the friction was welcome.

And then I started fucking her in earnest—it wasn’t the hard, rough pounding she was used to getting from me. Save the way I held her wrists, there was nothing demanding in what I was doing with her. I wasn’t taking from Bobbi this time. This was an exchange.

Right here. In this moment, she wasn’t Bobbi, the owned. She was Bobbi, the woman sharing my bed.

My attempts had been met with resistance at first—it wasn’t the kind of relationship we had, but the slow drive of my hips marked the seconds as they ticked by, and what little reluctance remained in her melted with each passing moment. Her hips rolled up to meet my slow thrusts, matching my tempo, and we found a new rhythm. One where her groin would grind against mine with each plunge, seeking that extra bit of friction for her clit as I buried myself inside her.

She tore her mouth from mine, tilted her head back, and drank in oxygen—her gasps ragged, deep, and rapid, and I used the opportunity to explore her vulnerable neck once again. My lips traveled over that crisp jawline, leaving a trail of hungry kisses. The softness of her throat between my teeth inspired a powerful surge from my member.

“Fuck!” I moaned into her neck.

It snuck up on me like a knife in the back. My seed released deep within, followed by a more explosive second one. All of the pent-up emotion over the last several days—the frustration with Chloe, the confusion with Emily, and sheer need released inside Bobbi in waves.

The friction lessened as the walls of her pussy became slick with my spend, and I continued fucking her through my entire climax with my teeth clenched firmly on her neck.

Her cries became uneven as sobs began to overtake her. I pulled back and placed my free hand on her face, gently guiding her to look up at me. There was dew on her cheeks—signs that something was going on deep within her—but the look of vulnerability on her face showed anything but fear or pain. It was something else entirely.

Slow acceptance of what we were doing.

“Hey,” I whispered. My hardon hadn’t subsided, and I continued my deep thrusts in and out of her. “The only ones who will hurt you moving forward are me and Helen.”

She released a shuddering gasp as she arched her back, pressing herself more into me.

“And I promise, we’ll put you back together again every time.”

Tears still falling, she gave a jerky nod and the ghost of a smile.

And then that smile disappeared as she wailed, her climax crashing over her. She shuddered violently against me as I felt her soaking pussy grip my cock like a vice, pleasure overcoming her.

The sight of her world being rocked was too much for me, and despite having just cum, I was only a few heartbeats behind her, finding release once more.

We both knew moments like this would be rare between us. She would return to Helen’s crucible soon.

But today, she was as close to equal as she could get.

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To Be Continued...