Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 116

"The Fifth Stroke"

Natalie Witnesses Bobbi's Submission and Marcus's control..

I need you, I typed into my phone.

Mmmm… that’s the kind of message a girl likes to hear, came the reply almost immediately.

I snorted. That’s not what I had meant, but a little extra flattery went a long way.

Good, I replied. Because I’m not letting you go. You’re mine till you draw your last breath.

God, Marcus…

Come to the dungeon, I typed back. I need you to put on a little show with Bobbi. If it’s good, I promise you won’t regret it later.

I’m in the hot tub, but I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sir, Helen replied.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and stood, offering Natalie my hand. She hesitated a moment, then placed hers in mine. I helped her to her feet, but didn’t let go. She didn’t try to pull away; her fingers curled around mine and gave them a light squeeze.

“You sure you’re okay with this? If the mere thought of it makes you uncomfortable, there’s no reason to see it.” After Emily’s reaction to learning the details of my relationship with Bobbi, I didn’t relish the thought of having a repeat performance with Natalie.

“No,” Natalie said. “I want to.”

“Okay,” I said and still held her hand as I led her down the hall toward the dungeon. On the way, I passed the door to my office, where Erin would soon bring Phoebe. Our destination was only a few doors down from there, and within moments, we stood in front of a door that looked deceptively like all the others.

I took a deep breath. “What you’re about to see…”

I turned to take both Natalie’s hands in mine. “Just reserve judgment until you’ve given it a few minutes.”

Natalie gave me an inquisitive look. “Are you about to take me into your murder room?”

Her question dispersed some of my tension, and I chuckled. “I don’t have a murder room.”

“You’re not about to show me a dead body? You’re not starving anyone in a cage?”

That last question hit a little closer to home… not just because of Bobbi, but also Ryo. I was literally holding a man hostage a couple of floors down. I didn’t know exactly how Psalter was entertaining our guest, but I doubted they were playing board games all day.

At least I wasn’t starving him.

“No,” I said.

“Then I should be fine.” I could still detect a hint of discomfort despite the reassuring half-smirk she gave me. “I’m not exactly completely innocent, you know.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I said, and opened the door.

As I leaned into the room, my eyes landed on Bobbi. She was straddling a Sybian near the edge of the cleared-out center, eyes wide in surprise. The moment she saw me, she fumbled for the controls, scrambling to turn the machine on.

“I was just taking a break!” She said as she engaged the switch. A low hum filled the air, muted by the noise-absorbing panels that lined the walls.

She sat straight, looking at me like a toddler caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. “I didn’t mean—”

Then she caught sight of who was with me.

Her wrath overtaking her, Bobbi’s slender form launched off the saddle, and she stalked toward us. She still wore the red and white bikini top, but the bottoms lay on the floor next to the machine. It left Bobbi completely bare waist-down, and the way the light hit the Sybian made the seat gleam, suggesting that my little kitten’s hairless slit was wet.

“You brought her!? Here!?” Bobbi demanded, her fists clenched as if she were ready to swing at Natalie as soon as she got within arm’s length. “Are you fucking serious!?”

Bobbi’s words immediately triggered me, and I took two steps into the room without even thinking. I stood in front of her as she quickly closed the distance between us, spine stiff. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Everything from the look on Bobbi’s face to her posture immediately changed. She came to a dead halt about four feet from me, looking more abashed than angry, though I could still see her seething just below that surface of shame.

“What makes you think you can take that tone with me?” I snapped again, meeting her glare for glare. “Have you learned nothing?”

A hand touched my shoulder, pulling me out of our staring contest. I turned my head enough to see Natalie standing just behind my left shoulder, her eyes darting back and forth between Bobbi and me. Every muscle in her body was tense and charged, as if the slightest irregularity could set her off and send her fleeing.

“Close the door,” I said reflexively, and internally winced, regretting not making it a request.