The Love Of Money - S02 E170

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The Love Of Money - S02 E170

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 170

Bobbi let out a hiss but otherwise stayed silent, not speaking until spoken to.

I began rubbing the medicine in, enjoying how the greasy ointment slicked across her taut skin, making every muscle curve more enticing under my touch. I stepped between her legs, which hung off the bed. My hands ran up her chest, kneading her breasts, rubbing firm circles into tender, bruised flesh. Despite herself, Bobbi’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting with shallow breaths. She was getting turned on.

My hands slid down her ribs to her waist. I pulled her hips toward me, and her damp pussy coated the front of my pants.

Leaning forward, I was tempted to kiss her beautiful, soft breasts, but didn’t relish the taste of ointment. Instead, I bypassed them and went straight for her lips. Instinctively, I felt her hand come up to my shoulder and begin to push at me, and then the pressure relaxed as she accepted the kiss. Moments later, I felt her lips slacken and then open slightly… a silent invitation for me to—

Distant feminine voices faded into existence just outside my door.

Bobbi’s eyes flew open. She started to slide away from me.

I tugged her thighs back into place with a firm grip, shaking my head slightly. The message was clear: You stay where I put you.

Helen and Erin walked in, shoulder to shoulder. They immediately took in the scene. Helen smirked darkly. Erin simply grinned.

“Did we interrupt something?” Erin asked, hitching her thumb toward the hallway. “We could always leave and come back later.”

“You know better than that,” I said.

Bobbi had gone rigid the moment the girls entered, but my hands kept rubbing ointment into her irritated skin. It was something she couldn’t ignore. As the seconds ticked on, she melted again beneath my touch.

I couldn’t have that.

“This one wanted to know why you were so hard on her.”

Bobbi’s eyes flew open. “I did—”

One look from me with a single index finger hovering near my lips shut her up fast.

I looked to Helen, expecting an answer.

“I thought you were going to make more use of her as some sort of cautionary tale.”

“I thought you were going to go further with both of them,” Erin said. That was rich coming from her, considering she hadn’t stopped squirming in discomfort in the dungeon.

I slid my hands down Bobbi’s inner thighs, nudging until she opened her legs just enough for me to slip from between them. “You saw Carla. Did that look like a good time to you?”

“I mean… in a different context, perhaps,” Helen admitted, “but considering the circumstances, no. I liked the tone you set with her, though. It was strong… effective. It got the job done, and if I’m being honest, it made me a little wet.”

“It started to feel like the lobby of a battered women’s shelter in there,” Erin said. “I don’t think I’ve seen a woman cry that much since—”

She trailed off, blushing a little as she glanced at me.

I eyed her, wondering what she was about to say, but let it go. Instead, I walked over to one of the armchairs near my bed and dropped into it.

“What’d you think?”

“I think she’s telling the truth,” Erin said.

“I agree,” Helen added.

Not wanting to hear that. I huffed and rested my chin in my palm, contemplating next steps.

“Kitten,” Helen said.

Bobbi immediately sat up on the bed, eyes on Helen. Why didn’t she respond like that for me?

“Your master is frustrated,” Helen continued. “Relieve him.”

Bobbi hesitated, glancing between me, Erin, and Helen. My lawyer simply raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Bobbi dropped to her knees in front of me.

I was tempted to tell her to undo my belt and zipper with her teeth, but being the merciful master I am, I handled it myself. I slid my pants down and kicked them aside, now bare from the waist down.

My cock stood erect and proud… expectant.

Bobbi looked up at me with those big, pretty eyes. The message in them was clear: Don’t say a word.

And then she set to work, slipping her lips over the head of my pre-cum-slick cock.

As Bobbi found her rhythm, Helen continued the conversation. “What do you want to do next?”

I placed a hand on the back of Bobbi’s head, coaxing her to take me deeper, the tip of my cock nudging her throat. I looked up at the two women—Helen, watching me expectantly, and Erin, watching Bobbi.

“One of us is going to be down there every waking moment,” I finally said. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to know everything. I wouldn’t have found the connection between Carla and Amber if I hadn’t been so angry and determined to find something.”

Helen sank into the other armchair, angling it slightly toward me before sitting. “I believe the term no stone left unturned applies here. But the fact that Amber and Carla fraternized... it doesn’t seem to lead anywhere.”

“I’m not so sure,” I said, enjoying Bobbi’s mouth.

I looked at Erin and caught her eye. I jerked my head slightly toward Helen.

She got the message.

I watched Erin close the distance between her and Helen, then drop to her knees as I continued, “I’m starting to wonder whether Amber and Hiro planned this the entire time.”

“You think Hiro’s pulling Amber’s strings?” Helen asked. She lifted her ass off the chair as Erin hooked her fingers in the bottom of Helen’s dominatrix attire and shucked it down her thighs. Helen’s dark brown curls had been trimmed into a neat, well-groomed patch. The skin around her outer lips was shaved smooth, and I caught a glint of moisture—she was already wet.

“Maybe,” I said with a shrug.

Bobbi plunged down on my cock. I placed one hand on the back of her head and held firm, the head of my cock halfway in her throat. I pushed harder, inching just a little deeper. The sound of her gagging sent a delicious thrill down my spine, causing my cock to throb.

I rolled my head back on the chair and groaned, “I agree with you guys... it feels like Carla’s telling the truth. But if they planned something together, the whole thing fits together pretty cleanly.”

“I don’t understand why, though,” Helen said, mirroring my position with Bobbi. Her fingers had slid into Erin’s hair, pressing my assistant’s face deep between her legs. It was a beautiful sight—my good girl, my own property, putting my smug little secretary in her place.

It felt like Helen and I were royalty on twin thrones, being serviced by our subjects.

I felt pressure on my hand—Bobbi was fighting to escape my cock lodged in her throat. I didn’t let her. She gagged and coughed around me, her eyes glassy and wet, pleading but daring me to release her.

“I don’t fully understand either,” I said, my voice strained with the pressure building under my skin. “He wanted Kelly to win. Why would giving up his wife to me be worth more than getting his pick for CEO of one of the most powerful, lucrative companies in the world, in which he has a pretty large stake?”

“Fuck,” Helen muttered as Erin pulled her face from Helen’s glistening pussy.

“Unless this isn’t about you at all,” Erin said.

I released Bobbi, who sat back and gasped, sucking in oxygen. My cock bobbed in the air, slick with her saliva.

I ignored her, turning my attention to Erin. “You’re saying this is about Carla?”

Erin’s girl-cum-covered lips twisted into a thoughtful little frown. “Maybe if Carla came from a powerful family or had other connections. But I don’t think she does.”

“So, you think Hiro might’ve used Carla to sabotage Kelly’s chances?”

“I don’t know,” Erin said, slipping her fingers back into Helen’s pussy to keep her occupied. My lawyer leaned back in her seat, hips gyrating, but she was still paying attention.

“There were a lot of powerful people who wanted Kelly as CEO,” Helen said, breathlessly. “Most of your family has stakes in the company. Brantwood. Rajesh Desai...”

I reached for Bobbi, grabbed her ponytail, and gently guided her back to my cock. She obeyed silently, kissing up the side of my shaft before running her tongue along its length.

So many possibilities.

What if they were right? What if I were just a piece in a bigger game between Hiro and someone else? These people had known each other for years—grudges, friendships, secrets.

It was interesting that Rajesh had died. Was there more to that than I’d assumed? Was it more than a failed negotiation?

And was this war with Hiro a smokescreen to cover up for his alleged role in Kelly’s failure to get enough votes? Was I collateral fucking damage? 

Now that I thought about it... there was one name Helen didn’t mention from that board meeting.

Carla and Astrid had been pretty chummy that day.

Astrid couldn’t be involved in this... could she?

My grip on Bobbi’s ponytail tightened as a cold realization sank in.

What if I hadn’t been Ryo’s intended target?

I was just about to say that out loud when Chloe walked into the bedroom.

She glanced at Bobbi on her knees, then at Helen, who’d grown tired of fingers and pulled Erin’s face back between her thighs. Chloe’s icy blue stare locked on me, her lips curling into a feline smile. I almost swore I could hear her purr.

“Don’t mind me,” Chloe said, seemingly unaffected. “Checked the thing you wanted. You were right.”

She held up a piece of gold jewelry—a bracelet.

I caught it when she tossed it to me, examining it as Bobbi plunged back down on my cock again.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. It’s bugged. We didn’t catch it because Carla’s never brought it into the house. It’s the only thing that’s bugged in her apartment, though.”

“Well...” I looked down at the bracelet in my hand, then back up at Chloe.

“This rabbit hole just keeps getting deeper.”

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To Be Continued...