The Love Of Money - Episode 289
27-08-25 (10:36)
Reflexively, Bobbi stood up, the slight smile she'd been
wearing fading as a bag of vegetable crisps fell from
her lap. She stood there with her hands at her sides,
wearing an oversized shirt that went to her knees. The
collar hung large and loose, showing off a large
expanse of her chest and left shoulder as it hung
halfway down her arm. Thanks to the shirt's length, I
couldn't tell if she was wearing shorts. Her hair hung
loose, strands falling over her shoulders while the rest
hung down her back. It looked glossy and freshly
washed. That, along with the complete lack of makeup,
suggested she'd recently showered.
"Hi," she said.
I looked around the room. It looked less sparse than
the last time I'd seen it, which was good. Bobbi had
one job—to be at my beck and call. In exchange, she
got to live a life almost no one else was allowed to
enjoy. I suspected she was still trying to get used to
the entire apartment being hers. She could have
requested anything to eat from Camille, spent a whole
day out by the pool… literally anything available to her.
Yet she ate whatever was put in front of her and
barely left her room unless summoned. I assumed Erin
was supplying her with her furnishings. Good…
hopefully they would help her get more comfortable
with her life.
"Morton and the Incredible Goat?" I asked, glancing at
the TV. "Really?"
Bobbi started to smile but overrode it with her typical
bitchy frown at the last moment. Of all the ladies in my
life, she had one of the most expressive faces.
Something that struck me as endearing despite most of
her expressions being sour.
"What?" she snapped. "You're gonna start picking my
movies for me now?"
"Whoa! Hey! Watch the tone!" I said, taking a few steps
toward her as I raised my hands. "I'm unarmed." I
glanced back at the big screen again. "This a childhood
favorite or something?"
Bobbi studied me for a long moment, her frown
lessening in intensity over time before she finally said,
"I've never seen it before."
"What?" I asked. "You never saw it as a kid? Didn't your
mom—"
"What do you want, Marcus?"
Something in the way she cut me off infuriated me,
and I snapped my gaze back to her. I could feel my
stare become hard as stone. "I said watch the tone,
kitten."
She flinched at my words, but the look on her face
didn't change, and I didn't move. We simply stared at
each other in silence while the cutesy dialog of the
movie was juxtaposed in the background.
"Finish the movie later," I said, turning toward the door.
"Come with me."
I'd expected Bobbi to protest, but she didn't. In fact, she
fell in step behind me almost immediately, and I
glanced back at her in surprise, catching her biting her
lip in anticipation of whatever I had for her. I enjoyed
the fact that she was so eager, but a small part of me
found it annoying. I'd put up with Bobbi's shit for a long
time, and I was still holding onto some resentment for
her. Seeing her in distress on occasion was cathartic.
That wasn't what this evening was for, though. I'd let
tonight play out however it was meant to, according to
Helen's wishes. It was her homecoming we were
celebrating, after all.
"Where are we going?" She asked as we walked
through the apartment's foyer and toward the stairs.
"My bedroom," I said, pulling out the phone and opening
the app to the device around Bobbi's neck.
"Will Erin be there?"
"Yes," I replied, making a change to Bobbi's collar. It no
longer said 'kitten' across the front, as it had on and off
over the last few days. "She's there already. Waiting for
us."
When she didn't reply, I asked, " How do you like her?"
Bobbi didn't immediately answer. I was about to look
behind me to ensure she was still following me when
she said, "Honestly?"
"I want you to always be honest with me," I said.
"She annoys the shit out of me."
I snorted. "Really? Why?"
"She's too perky… she's like a Disney princess or
something. Either everything for her is fucking great, or
it's all some kind of joke I don't get."
For me, Erin was always a ray of sunshine—the perfect
blend of joy, mirth, and warm affection. Now that Bobbi
mentioned it, I didn't think I'd ever seen her as
anything other than a ray of sunshine on a cold day,
warming my bones with her radiant smile. I could
understand where' Bobbi was coming from. I imagined
that could get old for a lot of people, but when I was
the constant target of Erin's affections and doting, it
was hard to find her anything but endearing.
Except for the times she was being stunningly sexy.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, she isn't crazy
about you, either," I said.
"Then why isn't she leaving me alone?"
"Because you're hot," I said. "And Erin is aggressively
bisexual."
"What the fuck?" Bobbi asked. "'Aggressively bisexual?'
What even is that?"
"That's what she calls it," I said, reaching the doorway
to my room.
Since it was open, I stopped short of it and gave
Bobbi's leash a firm tug. She cried out in protest,
grabbed my arm for stability as she stumbled past me,
and stopped in the open doorway. Her loose hair was
in her face, and she reached up to tuck it behind her
ears as she glared up at me.
"What was that for? I did…"
Her slate-grey eyes caught sight of something in the
doorway, and she did a double-take, her words dying
on her tongue. I stepped behind her, wrapped an arm
around her waist, slid my other hand into the loose
collar of her shirt, and pulled her against me. Grinding
my hardon against her tight little ass, I stared over the
top of her light brown tresses at the scene on my bed.
Helen sat at the foot of my California King without a
scrap of clothing on. Her legs were spread wide and her
perfect nails were gently raking through my assistant's
silver hair, keeping Erin's face buried in her crotch. Her
bottle-blonde hair spilled over one shoulder, gentle
golden curls covering one breast completely as she
palmed the other in her free hand.
The warmth in her eyes that she had for me was gone,
and the Helen I'd known for the past month was back.
Her icy stare radiated cold sensuality as she locked her
gaze on the small woman in my grasp, and her dark
pink lips curled in a predatory smile.
"Helen's little whore," she said, reading the words I'd
placed on the collar. "Marcus," she practically purred,
"You shouldn't have."
I smiled back at her, once again feeling a kinship with
the dominant woman. This morning, we'd established
who belonged to who, and I would make sure Helen
always remembered it, but in my absence, Helen was a
queen who needed to be obeyed. I would make damn
sure she had subjects.
Speaking of subjects, Bobbi had been speechless the
entire time. Her breathing had become rapid and
shallow, and I could feel her shiver slightly in my arms.
I gave the modest breast a firm squeeze and leaned
down to whisper in my pet's ear, "Go welcome your
mistress home, kitten." Giving her a gentle shove into
the room, I watched her stumble two steps before she
halted… and then slowly walked toward the blonde
goddess on my bed. I followed a beat later and shut
the door behind me.
Helen watched Bobbi approach like a lioness watching
food; the muscles in her arms tensed as her fingers
curled tighter around Erin's hair, pressing the younger
woman's face a little deeper into her folds. Her hips
rolled as she ground herself into the lips pleasuring her.
I wasn't sure what it was about Bobbi that drove Helen
to the depths of depraved lust. The angry little
submissive was sex in a tight little package, to be sure,
but so was Erin, and as much as Helen seemed to
enjoy my assistant, there was no denying that Helen
was never quite as on fire as when we included Bobbi
in our play. It had to be the power I'd given her. God,
Roger was a fool to not see what she was capable of.
Or maybe he had, and he didn't like it. Whatever… his
loss.
In what appeared to be a very reluctant move, Helen
released her hold on Erin's hair and gently pushed the
younger woman away. I watched as she reached
down and placed her free hand under Erin's fingers,
encouraging the girl on her knees to look up at her.
"Erin," she asked, "Do you mind if my pet takes over
from here. It's been a while since I've felt her lips on
me."
"Not at all," Erin said, scooting away from Helen and
then standing up. She slowed while passing Bobbi and
ran her slender fingers over the submissive's far cheek
while pressing her lips to Bobbi's other cheek. "Have
fun, kitten." Then she bounced over to me just as I
pulled up a chair from the sitting section—a wingback
piece upholstered with soft leather that might have
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