Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 85

There was a cry from Helen as the swollen purple helmet slipped past her tight ring, but Erin’s lips almost immediately cut it off. I could see just enough to confirm that my assistant had Helen’s face cradled in her hands as they made out. Assured that she was okay, I pushed my hips forward, working to slide the next few inches inside my submissive.

Fuck, she was tight—not nearly as tight as Erin or Bobbi, but I didn’t doubt it had been a long time since someone had taken her ass.

I was about a third of the way into her, and could literally feel her shivering under my touch. This strong woman who was so sure of herself… so dominant around people like Bobbi and Erin was now shivering under my touch. She was tied to the furniture, so vulnerable… so helpless.

I pulled myself out until I felt the rim of the mushroom head brush against her tight ring. Then I put one knee on the chaise, leaned over her, and placed a hand on the padding next to her face.

Now that I was in this position, I had a front row seat to a sapphic wonder. Erin’s lips were sliding over Helen’s. Their mouths would fall open to show off tongues that duled heavily with each other, long, languid strokes like paintbrushes running over each other, lathing, slurping.

Erin’s eyes fluttered open; she gave me a heated look, and I felt my dick throb just a little more. The fact that I hadn’t already blown my load was a small miracle. A rivulet of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth, and I wiped at it with a thumb and stuck it in my own mouth, tasting the mixture of the two of them.

And then I pushed my hips forward, plunging myself deep deep into the woman I owned.

“Mmmmmph!” Helen cried out, Erin deepening the kiss and swallowing her cries.

I buried my face into her shoulder and drove harder, working my cock in and out of her grasping ass. She cried out again. Once more, Erin ate it and returned a long moan of her own. Her own hand was between her legs, scrubbing at her own pussy.

Poor Helen… she was trapped. Unable to move or actively participate in the way she normally did. She was a victim of mine and Erin’s machinations.

My assistant pulled her lips off Helen’s and immediately began chewing on her face. Her teeth scraped over the older woman’s high cheekbones, and she growled deep in her throat. She snarled as she worked her way down to Helen’s jaw, and I assisted by pulling back on her hair, exposing more of the blonde’s throat to the hungry young nymph kneeling in front of her.

“Nnng!” Helen started to say, and I slapped my hand around her mouth.

“Stop talking,” I hissed as I continued to thrust myself in and out of her. “You’ve said all you needed. Shut up until we’re done with you.”

I could see her attempt to look at me out of the corner of her eyes as she whimpered against my hand. She attempted to nod, but my hold on her hair made it little more than a jerk of her head.

Erin sank her teeth into the side of Helen’s neck hard, just above the collar encircling her neck. A low, throaty groan vibrated from behind my fingers… something that suggested a powerful undercurrent of pleasure beneath a thin layer of agony. Helen would never be the pain slut that Bobbi was, but there was always some level of discomfort that came with the lessons she was going to learn at our hands. A certain level of pain often accompanied the most valuable lessons.

I wasn’t going to last much longer, and the feeling of Helen’s lips lapping at my fingers was only serving to make it harder for me to hold off the inevitable climax that had been building for the last several minutes. She was trying to suck on the fingers I had clamped over her mouth—even in the twisted situation she found herself in, the little minx was trying to grasp at gossamer strands of control. She was trying to seduce.

As if I needed any more seduction right now.

I pulled hard on her hair, forcing her head back as far as it could go. My other knee joined the first on the chaise, and I drove my hips down into her ass with nothing short of violence.

Helen uttered a loud, gutteral groan as her head was wrenched back, and she stared up at me as I power fucked her. The look on her face could have easily been twisted in lust as she threw her ass back into my crotch as much as she could with every thrust. She was gasping through parted lips, exhalations making her sound like a woman in heat.

But they were punctuated with tiny stuttering sobs. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Her face could have easily been a supplication for mercy.

I decided to give it to her… damn the consequences.

Slamming both feet on the ground, I pulled my entire length out of Helen. Her ass gaped for a brief moment before slowly closing in on itself as I lined the head against her slit.

Erin had been working her way along Helen’s collar bones and now proceeded to lick up the older woman’s throat, her brown eyes staring at me intently as she feasted on Helen’s clean jawline.

“What are you…”

“She’s been a good girl,” I muttered as I slipped the tip of my cock inside her drenched pussy. “I’m giving her what she wants.”

Erin’s eyes grew wide. “Straight from the ass and into—”

Whatever she meant to say was cut off by a loud howl as I speared Helen’s pussy with my thick cock. She let out a single loud, long moan that ended in a shuddering “Yes!”

“Hear that?” I said to either of them… both of them. “So did everyone else in this house. They all know what’s going on right now.”

“Oh fuck!” Helen gasped, her voice quavering.

I slammed in and out of her wet cunt. “Everyone from the new Housekeeper to the lowly fucking main who scrubs toilets knows what your are now!”

“Marcus, please!” Helen groaned through gritted teeth.

Erin wrapped her arms around Helen’s head, watching me in a mixture of concern and arousal.

“I’m about to cum,” I said. “If you want it, you better beg me for it right now.”

“Please,” Helen breathed, “Can I cum, Marcus!?”

-Smack-

I blinked in surprise.

What the fuck!?

Erin sat back on her haunches, eyes hard, her palm still hanging in the air.

“What did you call him?” she asked.

She had mirrored my hunger all night—but also my hesitation. Since she’d entered, I’d been letting her be my barometer for how far I should take things.

Apparently, she decided that Helen could handle it.

“Fuck!” She started to turn her face toward me, but Erin kept a firm grip on her chin.

“Ask him again,” Erin said with a hardness I had never heard from her. “Properly.”

“Please, Sir!” Helen gave a single sob. “I need it so bad.”

I leaned forward and went into overdrive, pistoning in and out of the poor woman as if our lives depended on it.

As I knelt over Helen’s body, I grabbed Erin’s face in one hand and brought her toward me, sharing a brief kiss with her as I fucked our victim. Then I released her and turned and did the same with Helen, grabbing her chin in my hand and turning her so that our mouths met for a bruising kiss.

“Cum for me, little girl,” I muttered against her lips.

She groaned into my lips—a long, mewling thing that increased in volume with each passing moment as I continued my frantic pace. Her lips and teeth vibrated against mine, and she literally quaked against me as she came with an earth-shattering orgasm.

Her climax set mine off, and I erupted deep inside of her as I still continued to work in and out of her.

Erin pressed her lips to the side of Helen’s face, and together, we carried the ice queen across the threshold—into a life she chose, on her knees

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“What’s next?” Helen said. It was the first time either of us had said anything in the past fifteen minutes.

I looked up from my position behind her and saw her watching me from the corner of her eye. “What? You’re ready to go again?”

Helen smirked. “Maybe in an hour, but that’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” I said, lowering my head so that I could bury my face in her blonde hair as I spooned her from behind. I palmed one of her moderate breasts, enjoying the natural give of the pale orb. It wasn’t as firm as Erin’s, but it had more integrity than someone else her age—a testament to how well she took care of herself.

I had fucked Helen to four more orgasms while I myself had two more after the initial. Erin had enjoyed being eaten out to completion by Helen, and then both of us had untied the poor woman and thrown her on her back so I could fuck her in the standard missionary position once more while Erin went to town on the woman’s nipples. She’d chewed and sucked on them while I fucked my lawyer until they were red and sensitive and had the poor woman crying out.

Once we were done, I’d had Erin lick all the cum off her body and then wipe her down, getting her somewhat clean. Then I scooped up my beautiful blonde and carried her to the nearby couch, where I’d cuddled her for the past fifteen minutes while we both settled down.

Erin had left us alone.

“This doesn’t change much,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a strong woman, Helen,” I said as I reached out to run my fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the way so I could see her face more clearly. “If I let that fade at all, I’d be doing both of us a disservice.”

“At the same time,” I said, slipping my hand under her chin so that I could gently guide her to look at me better, “you gave yourself to me. You’re mine to do with as I want. In here—this study only—you’re my degraded little slut.”

I ran my thumb over her lips, and she opened them just enough to suck my digit into her mouth. I felt her tongue immediately roll over it.

“Out there, though,” I said, nodding toward the doors, “you’re still Helen. People answer to you the same as they always have. That’s what I want.”

“Everyone?” Helen said around my finger. The action made her seem so much younger than she was, despite the bright, shining eyes that held so much wisdom and experience.

I pulled the thumb from her mouth. “Everyone.”

“I don’t think I can maintain that kind of relationship with Erin,” she said. Her ice blue eyes wandered over my face. That hard exterior she’d maintained for so long was completely gone. All I saw staring back at me was a soft, vulnerable woman.

It made me feel… more protective of her… more responsible for her.

“Erin’s different,” I admitted. “Special.”

I recalled the strange conversation I had with Emiko—about how there was a hierarchy among the women who lived with and worked for me. Helen felt like she naturally belonged near the top of whatever this was shaping into. Erin, on the other hand, didn’t feel like she fit neatly into a position. It felt more like she existed outside… flitting in and out to fulfill roles as needed.

I suppose that made sense.

Helen seemed satisfied with that answer. She’d been the one to set up the interview with Erin and had known her even longer than I had. It was likely that she understood Erin’s role even more than I did.

“What about Emiko?” she asked instead.

I grabbed her shoulder and pulled until she got the message and rolled over so that we both lay on our side facing each other.

“What about her?” I asked.

“I don’t think I can order her around,” Helen said. It sounded more like a confession than a simple observation.

After the conversation I had with Emiko earlier, I was starting to suspect that Helen might be right. I wasn’t sure if I could give Emiko an order.

“I don’t know,” I said, stroking her cheek. “How about we wait to see what happens?”

I brought my lips to hers for a sweet kiss, a tender moment after the better part of an hour of extreme intensity.

As we shared a gentle kiss, our tongues lazily caressing each other, I felt relief that aside from needing a bit of recovery, Helen seemed fine. More than fine, actually. The more I saw of her vulnerability and softness, the more I suspected that this was the right move. Perhaps she needed someone strong, who was willing and able to take her in a way she sometimes craved, while also showing her kindness and love.

As if to reinforce my suspicions, as soon as she broke the kiss, Helen nuzzled into my chest, and I kissed the top of her head.

“You’re different,” Helen muttered.

I didn’t answer. Just held her tighter.

“Not much,” she continued, her voice low and soft. “Not in a bad way. Just… different.”

I thought back to all the things I had to do in the forest… how I’d killed people. How I’d gone toe-to-toe with Ryo Tanaka in that cabin, and then again in the helicopter. I hadn’t kicked ass the way Chloe had, but I hadn’t had her training, either. I’d held my own, and I’d learned a lot about myself.

I’d even shouted at Chloe and convinced her to stay.

Maybe I was a little different.

I closed my eyes and put it out of my mind as I settled my naked body into Helen’s feminine softness, and I let the jetlag and afterglow over me as I drifted off to sleep with my good girl in my arms, almost as if we were lovers.


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