The Love Of Money - Episode 257
14-08-25 (17:58)
God, she was beautiful, with her smooth complexion,
almond eyes, and slightly plump lips that always
seemed to have a smile. Her face was still marred by
bruising, and her bottom lip was healing from a split.
They were reminders of what those assholes in Vegas
had done to her, and my anger toward Amber flared
again. The only thing that tempered it was the concern
I had for my relationship with my sister and Natashya.
"Are we okay?"
Natashya's expression melted into one of pity. "Oh,
Marcus. I was going to make you squirm, but I cannot
when you look at me like that."
"So, you're not mad?"
The dancer shook her head, "No. Maybe I should be, but
you have been too good to me and have become too
dear, but you know why she is, right?" She asked.
I knew. My relationship with Bobbi must have triggered
Emily after what happened with Natashya, and I
couldn't blame her. The moment she'd walked out of
the room this morning, I'd considered throwing Bobbi
out. The last thing I wanted was to cause a rift
between me and my sister because of Bobbi fucking
Nanford. If I had to choose between the submissive
that made my life hell and Emily, I'd choose my sister
every time. Hell, I would have chosen Natashya over
my former coworker without hesitation.
At least... if I believed they had a good reason to be
that mad at me, I would have.
However, I'd done a lot of thinking in the last few
hours since my conversation with Emily. My relationship
with Bobbi didn't mirror what had happened to
Natashya in Vegas. For one, I'd tried to make Bobbi
leave, and she'd practically assaulted me for it. Since
then, she'd balked at my commands and even pushed
back at times, but she willingly submitted to me at the
end of the day. She wanted to be here.
Maybe it was because she had nothing else. Perhaps it
was because she liked the comfortable life I could
afford her, but the fact of the matter was, she wanted
to be in this fucked-up situation.
And, truth be told, I wanted her to be here. She was
smoking hot, she could suck a mean dick, and I really
enjoyed her fire. Training her with Helen had been a
nice bonding experience between the three of us, and I
felt like we shared something the rest of us didn't quite
have because of those experiences.
I didn't love Bobbi. I didn't even like her. If there had
been a legitimate reason to get rid of her to preserve
my relationship with my sister and Natashya, I would
have done it.
There wasn't.
"Yeah," I said. "But it's not the same thing. We've had
rough patches, and it may not always seem like it, but
Bobbi wants to be here. What's more, I think she likes
it in some perverse way."
Natashya studied me for a long moment and said, "I
would like to meet her and judge for myself."
"I can get her for you if you want." The thought of
making Bobbl crawl in here on all fours and
demonstrate her willingness to do what I told her was
a turn-on, and I could feel my cock stir at the scenario
playing out in my head.
The dancer smiled and snorted, "Give me some time. I
am still.... recovering."
"Yeah. Of course," said, kicking myself for not being
more sensitive about the fact that the events in Nevada
had only happened less than a week ago and were
likely still fresh.
"I'll stay with Emily," Natashya sald, "and try to talk
some sense into her."
"I'm going to miss you," I said.
She gave me another soft smile, "Oh, Marcus... I won't
be far, and I can be very persuasive. It won't take me
long to bring her around."
I simply shoved my hands in my pockets and nodded.
"I want you again," she said, her rich brown eyes
shining as she bit her lip, gazing up and down at me.
"And I do not like these..... complications."
I knew what she meant. I missed holding that beautiful
dancer's body against me the intense rough sex....
kissing her... tugging on her hair as | fucked her from
behind. Natashya was a goddess; honestly, I couldn't
blame my sister for falling prey to her advances.
"Yeah," I said. "I miss you too. It's a little weird, though,
with my sister, and I don't want to do anything with
you without Emily knowing. Especially with everything
that happened this morning."
Emily also finds it strange, but it doesn't have to be,"
she said, approaching me until she stopped inches
away, her left shoulder almost brushing my right as she
looked up at me.
"What are you guys to each other?" I asked.
She reached up with one hand and caressed her
fingertips along my cheek. "Like us just friends. She
wants more."
"What did you tell her?" I said, pressing my cheek into
her hand. I shivered as I felt her thumb slide along my
jaw.
"The same thing I told you," she sighed. "I am not a
good girlfriend."
"What makes you say that?"
Her eyes were full of sadness as she said, "I have
disappointed everyone I've been with, I am selfish. I do
not always enjoy the antique shopping or the long
walks on the beach. I do not like dates.
"You hate romance?"
"Only outside the bedroom," she said.
That made sense. I recalled some really intense
moments with her that almost felt romantic, but outside
of that, she'd been more like a pal than a lover, I could
see how Emily would have an issue with that-my sister
was a hell of a romantic. It was one of the reasons the
loss of her fiance hit her so hard.
I nodded, understanding Natashya's frustration with our
situation. There were obviously intense feelings
between the three of us, and the nature of my and
Emily's relationship only added to the complexity.
Siblings didn't share a lover. Despite that, I found my
lips creeping closer to Natashya's, drawn by the way
her tongue darted out to lick them and her perfumed
scent's earthy, spicy smell.
She pressed a finger to my lips and whispered, "Not
yet. I just need a little more time."
I nodded and straightened; as I did, she gently kissed
my cheek.
"We'll be back," she said.
And then she was gone.
I looked around the room, staring at the artifacts left
behind by its I looked around the room, staring at the
artifacts left behind by its occupants and feeling
melancholy about the whole situation. Emily's
remaining belongings gave me hope that they would
retum, but as I left the room, the loss of their proximity
began to dim that small hope.
To Be Continued...
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