The Love Of Money - Episode 193
30-07-25 (11:14)
She groaned as I pushed my hips forward and sank all
the way Inside her. Her lips suddenly became much
more active, and I could hear her whimper into my
mouth.
My heart skipped a beat when I felt the tip of her
tongue brush my lips. I hadn't expected her to initiate
something like that, and it took me a moment to
respond. I brushed my tongue against hers and coaxed
it a little further into my mouth so could explore it.
The speed and ferocity of our rutting against the stone
wall picked up as hot water rained down on us. We
were entering new territory. I was still taking her, but
there was a back and forth that had never been there
before. Nothing had changed. I didn't feel affection for
her the way I did Erin, Danni, or Natashya. I didn't like
her the way I did Helen. This felt more like a bonding
and healing ritual done after a tough night with the
submissive. Like putting salve on welts you'd left. It felt
right... necessary... but it still didn't feel like making love.
Bobbi broke the kiss and tossed her head to the side as
she cried out as the beginnings of an orgasm began to
bubble to the surface.
"I'm gonna cum," she panted.
"You need my permission," I said quietly, my lips
brushing her ear as I kept up the pace of my fucking.
"Please, Marcus!"
She said my name. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
According to Helen, getting her to use words like 'sir'
had taken some time, so I didn't want to engender bad
habits and undo all my lawyer's hard work. Still, it was
nice hearing my name and 'please' in the same
sentence from her.
"Who do you belong to?"
I'm gonna..."
I slowed my rhythm, and the reaction was immediate.
Her gaze snapped back to mine, and I felt her strain
against my hold on her arms.
"No, Marcus, please!"
Again, my name and the word please in the same
sentence. It sent a thrill pulsing through my cock. I
pressed my forehead to hers and growled, "Say it."
"I'm yours, goddammit! Is that what you wan"
I crushed my lips against hers, and to my delight, she
immediately responded. Her tongue was back in my
mouth as I picked up the pace again; she squealed, and
I let go of her arms so I could grab her ass in both
hands and pull her into me. Her slender arms fell across
my shoulders, and she pulled them tight around my
neck, I could feel the points of her breasts dig into my
chest. One leg slid around my waist, and then another,
and I marveled at how little she weighed even while
soaking wet. We couldn't continue kissing as I bounced
her up and down on my dick, but our lips and noses
kept brushing against each other as we coupled. It was
new and exciting, and I couldn't help but notice that the
disdain in her eyes was at an all-time low.
As I threw her up and down on my cock, making her
pants and grunts turn into moans, I couldn't help but
smile. I owned this woman's body, and if things
continued at this rate before I knew it, I would own the
rest of her before too long. The thought energized me,
and I growled as started fucking her harder, enjoying
the sound of her moans turning into screams as I made
her cum.
Friday, 9:02 am
Roughly half an hour later, I entered the dining room to
see breakfast: eggs, bacon, pancakes, oatmeal, a few
different breakfast cereals, juices, coffee, etc. Since I
had a full-time chef, I decided it was better to provide
her with the space she needed to work without
distractions all the time, so meals were to be provided
in the dining room, where' a large table stood
overlooking a beautiful view of the New York skyline. I
also had Chloe ensure that all the security staff knew
they could share meals here during their shifts. I
wanted them to feel appreciated... after the events in
Vegas.
I was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt,
and Bobbi trailed behind me in a silk robe left behind by
Helen. It was a little big on her, but she didn't want to
risk running into anyone, and that I slowed my rhythm,
and the reaction was immediate. Her gaze snapped
back to mine, and I felt her strain against my hold on
her arms.
"No, Marcus, please!"
Again, my name and the word please in the same
sentence. It sent a thrill pulsing through my cock. I
pressed my forehead to hers and growled, "Say it."
"I'm yours, goddammit! Is that what you wan"
I crushed my lips against hers, and to my delight, she
immediately responded. Her tongue was back in my
mouth as I picked up the pace again; she squealed, and
I let go of her arms so I could grab her ass in both
hands and pull her into me. Her slender arms fell across
my shoulders, and she pulled them tight around my
neck, I could feel the points of her breasts dig into my
chest. One leg slid around my waist, and then another,
and I marveled at how little she weighed even while
soaking wet. We couldn't continue kissing as I bounced
her up and down on my dick, but our lips and noses
kept brushing against each other as we coupled. It was
new and exciting, and I couldn't help but notice that the
disdain in her eyes was at an all-time low.
As I threw her up and down on my cock, making her
pants and grunts turn into moans, I couldn't help but
smile. I owned this woman's body, and if things
continued at this rate before I knew it, I would own the
rest of her before too long. The thought energized me,
and I growled as started fucking her harder, enjoying
the sound of her moans turning into screams as I made
her cum.
Friday, 9:02 am
Roughly half an hour later, I entered the dining room to
see breakfast: eggs, bacon, pancakes, oatmeal, a few
different breakfast cereals, juices, coffee, etc. Since I
had a full-time chef, I decided it was better to provide
her with the space she needed to work without
distractions all the time, so meals were to be provided
in the dining room, where' a large table stood
overlooking a beautiful view of the New York skyline. I
also had Chloe ensure that all the security staff knew
they could share meals here during their shifts. I
wanted them to feel appreciated... after the events in
Vegas.
I was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt,
and Bobbi trailed behind me in a silk robe left behind by
Helen. It was a little big on her, but she didn't want to
risk running into anyone, and that Downstairs, we
found Erin on the phone with someone. Her trusty
laptop was on the table in front of her, along with a
bowl of oatmeal and fruit. Bobbi and I loaded a couple
of plates while she finished up a phone call that
sounded like it was with a caterer for tonight's event.
We had just started eating when she finished the call.
"Everything's lined up for tonight," Erin sighed as she
scrolled through her emails. "There's a coordinator who
will take over at noon so I can finish up some other
business and get ready. His name is Victor, and he's
one of the best. It's probably overkill, but Julia from
Channel Seven will be there, as are a couple of
reporters from The Times, PB&J, Nash Z, and Pringle."
Nash Z was a relatively well-known musical artist in
the Tri-State area who was forecast to become a
national sensation within the year. I had no clue who
the other two she mentioned were. Like a good
assistant, though, Erin could tell I needed some context.
"Patti and Jenni are identical twins. Huge on social
media. Their last name is Billings. The logic with the
name is a little weird, but it works. Pringle is a gamer
with a massive following. He's insufferable, but he's got
a lot of clout. The PR Director at V. V. helped me get
those people. She also got us Naughti Boi. The DJ."
"Don't know him," said, "but it sounds like it'll be a fun
time." was thrilled to see how thorough Erin had been
with this entire thing. Getting help from VistaVision's PR
director was a great idea. "Need anything from me?"
"No, sir," Erin said, glancing at Bobbi, who was busy
eating her eggs and largely ignoring us. About five
minutes after our session in the shower, some of her
cold aura had returned.
"Have you guys met?" I asked Erin.
"A little. I brought her a towel. Not officially, though,"
Erin replied as a smirk played across her lips. "I think I
heard her this morning. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
