Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 84

I finished tying off the rope and took a moment to admire my work. My beautiful girl was stretched across the padded bench; her fair skin and light blonde hair clashing with the dark leather upholstery. I smoothed down her hair, and she nuzzled into my hand like a cat waiting to be fed. It was hard to remember she was a partner at a powerful firm.

Once again, she reminded me of Bobbi.

“Oh God,” she whispered, dropping her head as she arched her back and tried to press her ass back toward the little silver bun peeking over the valley between Helen’s taut ass cheeks.

“Don’t get her off, yet,” I said, still stroking Helen’s hair.

“Mmm,” came Erin’s muffled reply.

Another sharp gasp from Helen, and I grasped her hair and hauled her head up so that she was forced to look at me. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, my tone sharp.

“I’m gonna—” Helen breathed.

“Stop!” I barked. Erin immediately pulled away from Helen’s ass, sitting back on her heels as she peered at me. Her dark eyes were full of wariness and unmistakable lust. The way her shoulder moved, I could tell she was playing with herself.

“Ghh,” Helen groaned—the closest thing to a protest she could utter. Her mouth hung loosely open, and I spit in it. The wad of my saliva flew past her lips in perfect aim, and she yelped in surprise. Her mouth clamped shut as she stared back at me in disbelief at what I’d just done.

“Didn’t you hear what I just told Erin?” I asked.

There was a faint nod from her.

“You don’t get to cum without my permission.”

I started to wonder if I was taking things too far. After all, she had been abused for years by her husband, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her feel like she’d just jumped from one bad situation to another.

But she had presented her neck to me. Had asked me to put the collar on her. It was Helen who set the tone for how I interacted with my submissives, considering how much of a tyrant she was with the one we shared. Did she really think that she would get preferential treatment?

“Erin,” I said, my eyes still on Helen. “Prepare me for her.”

My assistant was on her feet in an instant and dropped to her knees again once she’d rounded the bound submissive. Standing up, my cock stood erect in front of me.

No. Not erect. It was a bar of pulsing iron… so hard that the skin felt painfully taut across it. The top half of the mushroom head glistened with the remains of Helen’s saliva mixed with fresh precum. There was no ‘getting ready’ for what hung between my legs.

Wasting no time, Erin wrapped her dainty fingers around the base of my member and devoured it, taking half my length in one smooth motion. She was likely motivated by a desire to taste it just as easily as my orders. Her eyes were trained on me as she let a throaty purr escape her lips as she pulled back, raking her tongue across the bottom of my shaft. She plunged her mouth back down on my length with the unmatched kind of enthusiasm she always brought to my bed.

Helen simply stared at my assistant with an unreadable expression.

Finally, Erin pulled off of my cock, leaned back, and placed my glazed member between her breasts. She squeezed her firm orbs around me and began to slide them up and down my length.

“Not a whole lot of preparing needed, sir,” she said a touch breathlessly. Some of her dazzling amusement had returned, and she grinned up at me with that heartbreaking smile of hers.

“You’re hard as a rock,” Erin continued.

“Look at her,” I said. “Can you blame me?”

I felt a twinge from my cock and knew that I would be approaching the point of no return if Erin kept this up. Every downstroke brought the mushroom head closer to her beautiful lips, and the way her breasts barely wrapped around my girth…

“I need you to stop,” I said.

I slipped myself free from between her tits and backed away.

Turning to Helen, I brushed my fingers along the underside of her chin. “I’m going to put my dick inside you, Helen, and if I even suspect you’re about to cum without my permission, Erin will beat your ass until every person in this house knows what we’re doing to you in here.”

My words might have been harsh, but I delivered them with the familiar and intimate warmth I often used with her and Erin.

She didn’t respond… simply stared at me, but she didn’t need to. I could feel her shivering on my fingertips. It was all I needed.

I let my fingers trail along her cheek as I walked down the length of the chaise lounge, sliding them down her shoulder, along her bare back, and up the silky curve of her ass as I stopped behind her. I palmed her firm buttocks in my hand and glanced up.

Erin had crawled up to Erin and was cradling her face in her hands, currently pressing her lips into my newest submissive’s forehead as she slid her fingers through her blonde hair. Her dark eyes met mine, and there was a deliciously conspiratorial look in them. They told me that she was all in—that she would not only follow my orders in Helen’s full initiation, but that she would enthusiastically participate in the older woman’s breaking.

I slid my fingers down the crack of her ass, running them over the tight, light brown pucker and let them linger. Helen whimpered, a small thing that caused Erin to pull my submissive into the crook of her neck and bring her lips close to Helen’s ear. She whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

“Remember that first time he took my ass?” Erin whispered. “Remember how you held me and told him to use me?”

Fuck… I remembered.

It was that day we all fucked by the pool… before I bought the house. I’d taken Danni inside and fucked her in what was now my bedroom. Helen and Erin had joined shortly after. We’d been a hot, sweaty mess of unbridled fucking, and then Helen had held Erin close to her, hugging her in an almost motherly fashion. Only, the tone in her voice as she encouraged me to fuck Erin’s ass had been anything but maternal. It had been cold and commanding. Helen had been borderline sadistic to Erin that day.

“We’re not doing that today,” Erin said. It hadn’t been what I expected. “You’re offering it to him like a good little girl.”

Seeing Erin take this dominant sort of position with Helen was driving me to higher levels of arousal, and I found my fingers encircling my dick, squeezing it as I traced the fingers of my other hand up and down Helen’s crack. My fingertips brushed her slit, coating themselves in her fluids before running back across her ass crack, smearing her juices across the tight anus.

I could feel her twitch under my touch.

Erin whispered something too soft for me to hear. Helen responded.

“What’s that?” Erin said, nuzzling her cheek against Helen’s as she watched me.

“I want him to take it.”

“Marcus,” Erin said before pressing her lips to Helen’s temple. “Your little slave wants to tell you something.”

I circled my middle finger around the rim of Helen’s tight bud and then pressed against it. The resistance as my fingertip began to slip inside was intoxicating, and I could hear Helen’s breathing grow faster.

“I want to hear it from her.”

I kept the first section of my middle finger buried in her as all three of us waited in silence.

“Please… please take my ass.”

Helen’s voice was barely loud enough to hear, but that didn’t mean that her words were reluctant. Often, it was hard to divine Helen’s motives… that wasn’t the case here. She wanted this. She craved what she was asking me to do.

“When was the last time?” I asked. Helen and I had never done anal before. She’d always been so focused on burying my cock in other women's asses, and it had never occurred to me until this moment that this would be the first time I took Helen’s. It was goddamn perfect.

“More than a year ago,” Helen said, her voice soft and demure—something I’d never quite heard from her before. “It doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right,” I said. “It doesn’t because no one else is ever getting this ass again. You know why?”

“Yes, Sir,” Helen said.

I slid my finger out of her tight ring.

“Say it,” Erin said, still watching me as she stroked Helen’s hair.

A heartbeat of silence. Then, “Because it’s yours.”

I loved hearing Helen say that. Helen—who had been a powerful woman that had initially intimidated me—was now tied to my office furniture as she willingly gave me her ass. Only, it wasn’t enough.

“Just your ass?”

“No, Sir,” Helen said. Her head rose slightly, but her face was still hidden from me. “All of me is yours.”

That was all I needed to hear. I unceremoniously smeared more of her juices across her anal opening and then got myself in position, pressing the tip of my member against her.

Erin knew what was coming,  and she pulled back so she could look Helen in the eyes. As she whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”

Then it hit me—there were even more layers of things going on here than I was even aware of. Erin obviously knew more about what was going on with Helen than I did, and was playing the role of both comforting friend and dominant assistant.

And she was skirting that line beautifully.

I pressed forward, feeling Helen’s tight ring resist against my cock. I could have warmed her up more for this moment, but I hadn’t warmed Erin up all that much before slipping into her ass, and Helen certainly hadn’t complained about that. Turnabout was fair play.