Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 109

Natashya and Tara were laughing about something while Emily and Erin had their heads together, watching as Natalie and I approached. I stopped cold. Erin was watching me, and I couldn’t read her at all.

Unlike Helen or Chloe, I was able to read Erin’s moods at a glance. She rarely obscured her emotions—it had become something of a sanctuary for me to look at her and know exactly what she was feeling. Not being able to read her hit me harder than I thought it would.

Fuck. Was she mad? The idea of disappointing Erin hit much harder than Natalie’s displeasure.

“Hey guys,” I said, letting go of Natalie’s hand, trying to hide the sudden sensation of discomfort.

“You guys looked amazing out there!” Emily crowed as she closed the distance and slid her arms around me. Her damp hair felt cool to the touch as she nuzzled into my shoulder.

“Oh! Thanks!” I said, a little surprised by the amount of affection my sister was showing me. We’d always been physical in private. But here, in public, it felt… different.

For a second, a pang of worry shot through me. There was a lot of alcohol around, and while Emily never developed a taste for alcohol, I was concerned that she might find it an acceptable replacement for some of the other drugs she no longer enjoyed.

However, as I pulled back a little and looked her in the eyes, I couldn’t see any of the signs of drinking or smell alcohol on her breath. Her pale eyes were bright and clear and…

Was she just horny?

I could feel my core boil at that thought. Jesus, the sexual tension on this rooftop…

“Em,” I said, diverting attention away from me. “This is Natalie.”

“Natalie,” I said, looking at my date, “This is my sister, Emily.”

“Emily!” Natalie said. “Oh my god, I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Natalie!” Emily let go of me to step in and hug the other woman. “I’ve heard absolutely nothing about you!”

“Oh! I worked with Marcus at his old job while…”

“You guys keep talking. I’m going to get a couple of drinks.”

Natalie dismissed me with a nod, and I left the group to head to the bar. I wanted Natalie to get to know Emily a little, considering that she was one of the few women I hadn’t slept with on this rooftop. After all the bumping, grinding, and sexual heat, I wanted something a little more wholesome that would allow her to cool down a little. I wanted her—tonight, if possible, but I didn’t want it to be a heat-of-the-moment sort of thing.

Not with Natalie.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

Still distracted by thoughts of Natalie and Emily bonding, I gave a cursory glance to the person who fell in beside me and had to do a double-take. I’d seen her from a distance, but up close, Emiko was stunning in a slate-gray wrap dress made of high-quality silk. It was form-skimming instead of clingy, suggesting a tapered waist and a decent bust without revealing too much. It was conservative when compared to all the bikinis and one-pieces out here.

She wore black suede heels that added an inch of height, and her chocolate-brown hair was pulled back in a loose chignon bun. Her makeup was understated, with subtle, warm tones and no lipstick—just a faint gloss. She looked stunning in a simple sort of way.

“Yeah!” I said as I approached the bar. “I am. You put together one hell of a party!”

She seemed pleased by my response, clasping her hands in front of her as she smiled and bowed her head. “Thank you. I can’t take all the credit. Erin and Charity did their parts, and I couldn’t have done it without their expertise.”

“Erin threw the last one,” I said, “but she pitched a fit the entire time. I know she’s grateful to have you here to spearhead the entire thing.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked as we reached the bar.

“It’s not my place to enjoy myself, but I am,” she said, “It has been a privilege to get to know some of your friends. Your sister is a delight.”

“She wasn’t always,” I said. “Don’t let her fool you.”

She chuckled. “I’ll do my best to keep an eye out for her deception.”

“Thanks!” I said and turned to the bartender to order a couple of drinks.

“I’ll leave you to your evening,” Emiko said. “Just let me know if there is anything you need.”

“Actually,” I said, placing my hand on her wrist as she started to turn away. “Real quick… did you send Jess to wake me up?”

Emiko glanced at the hand on her wrist, but more out of curiosity than any sort of offense. “Yes,” she said, looking up at me. “Should I have not sent her?”

The look of open curiosity on her face gave me the impression that she hadn’t sent Jessica to my room to give me a wake-up blowjob, and that made sense. That sort of thing didn’t seem like Emiko’s style.

“No,” I said, deciding not to get Emiko involved… at least, not yet. “It’s fine. I was just curious.”

My domestic manager’s gaze lingered a bit longer than I felt it needed, and just when I was about to insist that there was nothing to worry about, she gave me a pleasant smile and said, “Very well. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

“Thank you, Emiko!” I called after her as she turned and began to glide away. I took a moment to admire the slender curve of her neck, exposed by the way her hair was styled and wondered what exactly she looked like under that dress. Then I turned around—

“Jeez!” I jumped.

Bobbi stood there just inside my personal bubble, all five feet and two inches, looking up at me like Wednesday Adams.

“What the fuck, Bobbi?”

“Can I go now?”

“What?”

“I want to go to my room.”

“No,” I said and started to turn back to the bar.

She grabbed my arm, and I glanced down at it, then to her, unimpressed.

“Please…”

Bobbi’s eyes were begging more than her words.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to be around these people,” she growled.

“That’s not a good enough reason,” I said, shaking her grip off my arm. “You literally have one j—”

“Fuck! Fine! I want a drink, okay!?”

Ah, fuck… I sometimes forgot that Emily wasn’t the only addict in my life. Bobbi had suffered a similar substance abuse, but unlike Emily, she didn’t hate alcohol. I hadn’t thought about that.

I looked back at her, taking a moment for my eyes to roam over her body. Her skin glistened in the incandescent lights surrounding us, illuminating the darkening sky. She practically glowed like some kind of supernatural being.

Her red and white two-piece flattered what curves she had—tight, subtle. She had a slender torso and legs, giving her the appearance of being taller than she really was. Her breasts were beautiful, and the bikini top did a fantastic job of holding them in place and maximizing their cleavage. She wore minimal makeup and just enough eyeliner to make her big eyes pop. To put it simply, she was a fun-sized temptation—one I wanted to devour and make her forget all about the party and the alcohol.

And the thing was… by this point, she would have welcomed it. She no longer resisted every attempt I made to be intimate with her. The attitude was still there, but she was always soaking between her legs, and I suspected the attitude was just a means to get me to leave hand prints on her ass.

She might have been done with the party, but I wasn’t done with her.

“Fine,” I said. “But you can’t go to your room.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking said so,” I snapped. I hooked my finger in her collar, bearing the name ‘kitten’ on it—none of the teasing I’d given Helen. This was something else. “What have I said about asking questions, kitten?”

Her chin lifted, and she stared up at me with a mixture of arousal, resignation, and defiance.

“Where, then?” she asked.

“The dungeon,” I said. “Go sit on the Sybian until someone comes for you.”

“What—”

I pressed my thumb to her lips hard, cutting her off. “I don’t care what settings you use. Just go sit on it and make sure it’s on.”

I pressed harder, my thumb slipping between her lips—I felt her tongue loll around the invading digit, the wet appendage coating it in her saliva.

“Go on,” I said, slipping the finger from her lips and stroking her with the back of my hand. “We won’t forget you. Promise.”

She nodded, and I released her, letting her walk away from me a little unsteadily.

I watched her leave, wondering exactly how I would fit Bobbi into my busy schedule. After all, I’d promised Rose some action, still owed Charity a fuck, and I still wanted Natalie.

“Goddamn,” Erin said. I turned to see her leaning against the bar, holding my drink. Judging by the level, she’d taken a couple of sips. “Almost makes a girl want to sell her freedom for one of those collars.”

I eyed her, trying to decide whether banter was safe.

One moment, I was barking orders. The next, I was wringing my hands like a boy afraid of pissing off the wrong girl. If I kept this up, I was going to give myself whiplash.

“You’ve seen it all firsthand,” I said. “Still interested?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she gave me that unreadable expression again—the one she had given me a few minutes ago as Natalie and I approached her, and I couldn’t tell if she was angry, amused, or just calculating.

Fuuuuuuck.