Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 83

A gentle hand cupped my sack, holding my balls and lightly massaging them as she pulled back, her lips dragging along my length until they rested on the ridge of my purple head. I felt the tip of her tongue run along the small slit at the top of my member…

And then she plunged back down, taking half my cock.

Up and down, she began working my length, humming and never breaking eye contact with me—her owner.

She brought her free hand to the base of my dick, slathering her saliva around it and twisting it in a loose grip.

“Fuck… I’ve missed you, baby,” I groaned, rolling my head back and closing my eyes. I ran my hand through her hair. Every feeling… her tongue rolling around my girth… her fingernails lightly running over my sack… I wanted more… I needed fucking more.

My belt made a swishing sound as I pulled it out of the loops of my pants and held it in my hand like a whip. It distracted Helen, who had been backing off me, and she started to turn her head to see what I was doing.

I whipped the belt around the back of her head before she could take her mouth off my cock. I caught the tail end with the other hand.

“Don’t you dare,” I growled as I tugged on the belt, forcing her to take another inch of my instrument back between her beautiful lips. “You’re not finished.”

She instinctively raised a hand to the base of my shaft.

“Hands behind your back,” I snapped.

She dropped both of them and clasped them at the small of her back as she hung there, poised on the edge of complete surrender to my will. Her lips wrapped my member in loving warmth and her tongue caressed the underside like a reverent kiss.

I tightened my belt around her head, pulling her lips another half inch around my dick when the door clicked open.

“Corner,” I said without looking up or stopping what I was doing.

A soft exhale. The quiet click of the door closing, footsteps ghosting across the floor.

Erin obeyed as quickly as Helen.

My good little girl twitched in Erin’s direction, and I increased the pressure on the belt.

“Don’t mind her,” I murmured. “She’s just here to see you for what you are.”

A whispered exhalation came from the corner. I ignored it for now.

For the moment, Helen was all that existed.

I pulled tighter still as inch after inch of my erection slid past her gorgeous lips. Her nostrils flared, and tears rimmed her eyes. I could feel her throat flutter on the head of my dick.

I didn’t let up. Didn’t stop… not until I had my entire cock buried in her throat.

I recalled the last time this had happened. I’d been sitting in this very room, flirting with her daughter on speakerphone. Helen had been between my legs with her lips pressed to my crotch, massaging my member with her esophagus.

I remembered her face was a mess by the time we were done, seeking forgiveness for her transgressions in my pleasure.

This time?

There was no transgression. Only obedience.

She coughed around my cock. I felt her try to back off and gripped the belt tighter. She coughed again, spittle and precum spilling from the corners of her mouth and running down her nose. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, darkened with mascara.

Her blue eyes fluttered, but never left mine.

I had to give her credit—her hands hadn’t left her back.

Helen had always been so cruel… egging me on to force myself into Erin’s tight little ass… whispering to my darker nature and driving me to new heights of forbidden pleasure with Bobbi. She took so much pleasure in pushing others.

Another cough. I could feel her throat constrict around my prick, trying to eject it from her throat.

It was time she was pushed… made to endure… bend… break.

It was time to rebuild her—as mine.

The belt slipped free from my grasp and Helen ejected off my cock, throwing herself back on her heels and almost falling on her back had she not caught herself. She rolled over on her knees and coughed—wet, pitiful sounds as saliva drizzled along the floor.

I stepped out of my pants, knelt next to her, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, hauling her back so that she looked up into my face.

Grabbing her by her chin, I smeared her lips with her own spittle. “How about it, baby girl? You still want to be owned by me?”

I hooked my fingers through her collar. “You still want to wear this?”

Her eyes were wide, blue pools that burned as she stared back at me. She opened her mouth, and I slid my thumb between her lips. Her tongue lolled around it, and she let out a low moan, still breathing heavily after what I’d done to her.

She rattled a cough once more as I extracted my thumb from her mouth, then said, “Please, Master.”

“What?” I asked.

“Please cum in your girl.”

I stood up without another moment’s hesitation, her hair still in my fist.

“Erin!”

My assistant was leaning against the dark paneled wood of my study. Her pants were undone, and she had one hand tucked inside, buried between her legs. She was chewing on her lip and staring at us in desperate fascination.

“Sir?” she said, yanking her hand from her pants as if something red hot had been inside them.

“Come here,” I said, making my way to the backless chaise resting near the globe.

“Nng!” Helen was half-dragged along with me as I clutched her hair like a leash. I tossed her onto it, and she rolled onto her back, still staring wide-eyed.

I turned to see where Erin was and almost barreled into her. She stared up at me, licking her lips nervously as she clutched a coil of rope to her chest.

“Tie her to the bench,” I said and turned my attention back to Helen.

“Roll over,” I commanded.

As soon as she did as I instructed, I grabbed one ankle and pulled her down the chaise until her waist was on the edge. Her legs dropped so that her knees rested on the carpeted floor.

“Start here,” I said to Erin, pointing to her legs, and then stalked to the other side of the bench. Reaching over her, I unhooked the strap at the back of her bra and watched it spring free, then I crouched down in front of Helen, who was looking at me as if she wondered who the fuck I was.

“Arms forward,” I ordered. Once again, she complied without hesitation, presenting her wrists so that they were pressed against each other. I reached for the straps on her shoulders, drew the bra off her arms, and discarded it, leaving her completely bare.

Erin was still busy tying her thighs to the legs of the chaise, so I grasped her wrists in both of my hands and waited.

“What do you think of Emiko?” I asked, making my tone more conversational.

That seemed to surprise her. “Emiko?”

“The woman you introduced me to today?”

“I… she’s perfect for the position,” Helen said, looking a little confused.

“I don’t think I’ve met anyone quite like her,” I said.

We studied each other for several heartbeats.

“She said she would be ideal for managing my girls. I guess that includes you.”

I watched her reaction closely. Helen was still an enigma to me. It was clear that our dynamic had shifted. For me, I had always felt like a first among equals with her. She knew more about the world I lived in. We shared a submissive. I would never have considered lending her to Astrid in a million years. I would’ve handed Bobbi over without blinking—but Helen? I never even imagined letting another man touch her.

Helen was still special, but that feeling of first among equals had broken… at least when it was just the two of us.

I glanced at Erin.

Well… three of us.

She would be my collared queen. Outside of our relationship, not much really changed. There was just a reframing. Helen had always held power in my house, but because of the respect I had for her. Now, that power wore my collar. Everyone would know it every time they looked at her neck, but everyone would respect her all the same.

It was a tenuous, nuanced dance that I would have never considered, but Emiko inspired me.

I didn’t know where that left Emiko in the scheme of things, but I didn’t need all the answers right now.

“She’s done, sir,” Erin said, peering over Helen.

“Any extra left in that rope?” I asked.

“Plenty.”

There was plenty of space under the chaise, so I waved my hand underneath it. “Toss me the rest of the rope under here. Then prep her for me.”

The silk rope hit my hand, and I pulled the ends out from under the furniture and began to whip them around Helen’s wrists, pulling out all the slack so her arms were stretched out in front of her, bound to the furniture.

“Oh…”

Helen’s gasp turned into a moan, her eyes slid shut, and the dread on her face melted into ecstasy. Erin had gotten to work.

“Oh, she’s good, isn’t she?” I said, stroking her cheek with the back of my knuckles. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me as she chewed on her lip. Her eyebrows were canted upward, and there was a desperate look in her eyes.