The Love Of Money - Episode 194
30-07-25 (11:16)
Bobbi's damp hair was tied back in a ponytail, so it was
impossible for her to hide the blush that crept into her
cheeks. It crept past the collar and all the way to her
chest, where' it was exposed above the lapels of the
robe.
Erin glanced at the collar and said, "Kitten, is it? I'm
Erin."
The collared girl beside me opened her mouth to say
something but then looked at me and seemed hesitant.
I fixed my gaze on her but tried to keep as much off
my face as possible, interested in seeing how she
would respond. Her grey eyes hardened as we stared
at each other, and she raised her chin a little in
defiance, looked back at Erin, and said, 'It's Bobbi,
actually."
I'd have to remember this moment for later.
"Oh!" Erin said, adopting a look of mock surprise. "That's
right! Bobbil I've heard so much about you!" That made
Bobbi's blush deepen.
I watched my assistant closely as she interacted with
Bobbi. We hadn't talked about this aspect of my life
since she came on board -not in any real depth. I'd
referred to her, Erin had brought towels in during our
first three-way encounter, and I had Erin help arrange
for Bobbi to move in, but the exact nature of my and
Bobbi's relationship hadn't been discussed. I was curious
what Erin really thought about it.
"I'm sure you have," Bobbi said, and the way she said
it, I could almost hear the word 'bitch at the end.
"So, Erin is my right hand," I gestured at my assistant
with my fork. "I'd be lost without her."
"Aw! Me?" Erin said, grinning. "You're too kind, boss.
"So," I continued, looking at Bobbi, I expect you to show
her as much respect as you do me or Helen." Then
thought better of that. Bobbi almost seemed to fear
Helen. "Scratch that. Show her as much respect as
Helen. You and still have some work to do on our
relationship."
Bobbi glared daggers at me but didn't immediately say
anything, and I simply stared back at her, waiting for
her to acknowledge my command. For a girl who had
given herself to me, she sure had a hard time acting
like it.
"Alright," Bobbi said, her words curt.
"Not only respect but if Erin tells you to do something,
you do it. Got it?"
More staring, then she simply nodded, and I couldn't be
sure if she was just still having trouble adjusting to this
new dynamic between us or if she was purposefully
trying to make me mad.
"Hey, Kitten?" I said. "Crawl under the table and eat Erin
out."
"What?" Bobbi said.
"What?" Erin echoed.
I looked at Erin. "If you're okay with it, that is."
"I mean..." Erin hesitated, looking back and forth
between Bobbi and me. "I'm down for it if she is."
"It doesn't matter if she is," I said, looking back at
Bobbi, sitting at the table with her hands in her lap, her
face paler than her already fair complexion. She glanced
at Erin, then back at me, and I could see the struggle in
her mind on whether to defy me. I wondered if she
thought she would be exclusively for mine and Helen's
use, and if that was the case, I needed to quickly dispel
that notion.
Since it looked like she needed some encouragement to
go through with my command, I thought about the
different ways I could push her, I didn't want to keep
mentioning prosecution - it felt like that was getting old
and I wasn't sure if promising to spank her would be
enough. I would have bet a lot of money that Bobbi
would have preferred a crop on the ass to what I was
asking her to do. I decided to go with a different tact.
"Bobbi, eat Erin out, or I will send you to Marduke in the
sluttiest thing I can find. I'll change the collar to read
'Marcus' Cumslut, and I'll have you go straight to
Natalie to pick up some bullshit reports or something. I'll
make sure she makes you stay out on the floor while..."
The sentence wasn't even finished, and Bobbi ducked
under the table, her ass disappearing as she crawled
forward. A second later, Erin jumped a little in her seat
as she gasped. She scooted forward in her chair,
looking up at me with a mixed expression of arousal
and bewilderment. I grinned back at her and picked up
my fork to start eating again, enjoying how thrown off
Erin was.
"Oh fuck," Erin said with a note of surprise.
"What is it?" I said around a mouthful of toast.
"She's really good at this."
"She's already started?" I asked. "That was quick. What?
Did she just eat through your panties?"
"Wasn't wearing any," Erin said breathlessly. "It's kind
of the norm these days."
"And that's why you're the best," I said, continuing to
eat.
"So, Jessica is in town," I said conversationally.
"As in, the girl who left you for someone else just
before you found out you were the richest man in the
world?" Erin placed her palms flat on the table, and her
fingertips curled slightly as if she were trying to grab
the surface as if it were a sheet.
"That's the one," said. "The night before we left for
Vegas, she asked me to meet up with her today, and I
agreed."
"Why?" Erin said, looking at me through her lashes as a
thin sheet of silver hair fell partway over her face. She
reached up, tucked it behind her ear, and bit down on
her lip. Helen had mentioned that Bobbi had spent a lot
of time between her legs; I guess all that practice was
paying off.
Shaking my head, I said, "I don't remember. Helen was
distracting me, and maybe I had a passing thought
about fucking them both together or something."
"You still want to do it?"
"I don't know," I said. "If something like that happened,
I probably wouldn't hate it, but I don't think I'm gonna
try to make it happen. It's too much trouble. I have too
much baggage with Jess."
I watched Erin for a moment as I chewed my food,
enjoying the way she fought to keep her eyes from
glazing over as Bobbl ate her out. One moment, her lips
were pursed, then they would part; her breaths became
increasingly shallow. Erin was an expressive partner,
and being able to watch her be pleasured while I ate
breakfast gave me a perverse sense of gratification. I
had just had sex with Bobbi, but seeing Erin react this
way in such a mundane setting was turning me on
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