Ch 02: His Loss is My Gain

Thursday, September 5th, 8:07 am

The buzz of my phone rattling across the bedside table woke me up, and it took me a moment to remember where I was.

*Bzzzzzzzt*

I clenched my eyes shut and pressed my fingers to my forehead as I tried to remember what happened last night. I'd had drinks again... with...

*Bzzzzzzzt*

There was a warm body lying partially on top of me. A single pillowy breast was pressed into my chest, and a few hairs tickled my face. Lillian. She'd had the day off yesterday and didn't have to return to work until this evening, so Erin and I had invited her to stay the day.

One of the reasons to keep the hotel in the castle is that it came with many built-in amenities--a full-service spa, indoor and outdoor infinity pools, saunas, a fully furnished gym, a restaurant, and two different bars. It was a little too chilly for outdoor swimming, but the pool indoors was heated, and the three of us went for a swim in it. We ended the day in a sauna together, where we ended up fooling around again.

After a nice swim, steam, and a little carnal relief, I had Shea set up her station so Lillian could experience a luxurious full-body massage.

Eventually, she met everyone else at an early dinner and came to the realization that Erin wasn't the only woman I was sleeping with on this trip. Everyone was enchanted by the young beauty, and when Helen caught wind that she'd shared mine and Erin's bed last night, she expressed interest in joining. Unfortunately, it was all just a little too much for Lillian, who politely declined the older woman's advances. So I'd ended up with a repeat performance with Erin and Lillian.

The red-haired Scot showed much more initiative and even started off the evening going down on my assistant while she sucked on my cock. Despite her sweet innocence, Lillian was a quick learner and improved rapidly at anything new we taught her. We'd ended up fucking until well past midnight and had fallen asleep in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.

*Bzzzzzzzt*

I slipped out from under Lillian, causing her to stir and roll onto her side with her back to me as I stretched out to retrieve my phone. It was Erin.

Hey, boss. Helen and I are downstairs having breakfast. Wanna join?

I texted back, Sure. I'll be down in ten minutes.

Rolling over to press my chest into Lillian's back, I kissed her shoulder. "I'm going downstairs," I whispered."

She muttered something sleepily back at me that I couldn't quite catch, and I said, "Go back to sleep." I kissed the nape of her neck, slid out of bed, and took a quick shower as I thought about the wonderful, relaxing day I'd had last night. Once dressed, I headed for the restaurant.

The restaurant barely had anyone in it. Apparently, it was the tail-end of the summer vacation season, and on a Thursday morning, the hotel had very few guests. People enjoying breakfast consisted of Erin, Helen, one of the Johns, and an elderly couple sitting on the other side of the establishment.

"Ladies," I said as I sat next to Helen while Erin was on the other side of the table.

"Boss," Erin said before taking a bite of her yogurt. She sounded awfully chipper, considering she went to bed as late as I did.

"How the fuck are you in this good of a mood?" I asked.

"Only need about five hours of sleep, and I keep a balanced diet."

"She has the metabolism of a rabbit on methamphetamine," Helen pointed out.

That made sense. I rarely saw Erin eat poorly, but occasionally, she joined the rest of us mortals in eating trans fats and sugars. Combined with a high metabolism, it made sense why she had a body fat percentage somewhere in the mid-teens.

"Behold the power of superior genetics," Erin said, holding a spoonful of yogurt and nuts up as if giving a toast before slipping the spoonful into her mouth.

"It'd be a crime to not pass those genes along," Helen said, propping her chin on her elbow and looking at Erin thoughtfully.

Erin's eyes narrowed as she pressed her lips together over the spoon and slowly pulled it out of her mouth. "And ruin this figure?"

Helen shrugged and said, "There's always surrogacy. If anyone can afford an ideal environment for IVF, it'd be Marcus."

My assistant studied Helen for a moment and then said, "I'd be a terrible mom."

"Oh, I don't know about that. You do a phenomenal job of taking care of Marcus."

"Yeah, but my relationship with him isn't exactly maternal, now is it?" Erin pointed out.

"Anyway," Helen said, waving off Erin's protest. "It's not like you'd have to be a full-time mother. Marcus could hire a full-time nanny to help raise the child."

Erin's nose crinkled up as she made a face. "This conversation took a weird turn."

"How about it, Marcus?" Helen asked, rolling her head to the side to look at me. She hadn't cracked a smile since I sat down, but there was a twinkle in her blue eyes. "You two would make a beautiful baby."

I wasn't sure what Helen was getting at, but even though she'd been talking about IVF, the mere thought of busting my nut deep into Erin's unprotected pussy and impregnating her made some deep, primitive part of my brain sit up and roar.

"I..." I held my hands up in surrender. "I haven't even had anything to eat yet."

That got a smile from Helen as she waved over a waiter. "Fine... we'll save this discussion for another time."

"Where's your new friend?" Helen asked after I'd ordered my breakfast.

"Lillian?" I asked.

"Mm."

"She's still asleep. Erin broke out the strapon last night, and we took both ends." I said. The waiter brought me some coffee.

"I think she liked it more when she got to use it on me," Erin said thoughtfully as she took another bite of yogurt. "She seems innocent now, but that's just because she's been sheltered. Underneath that sweet exterior beats the heart of a true freak."

"I suppose you would know," Helen said and sighed. "A shame I couldn't join last night."

"Maybe once she warms up to the idea a little more," I said after sipping my coffee. Whatever they'd done to it, it was damn good.

"Oh?" Helen asked. "You're picking up another stray?"

"No," I said. "I have my hands full already, and I don't think she'd enjoy the life."

"Well, unless we come back to visit her, this is it for me."

I gestured around the room. "Helen... I bought a fucking castle. We're coming back to visit."

"Fair enough," Helen said. Her smile was a little sheepish as if I'd caught her flat-footed. She didn't usually trip up like that.

"You okay?"

"Yes," she said a little too quickly.

"Hey," I said, touching her chin and directing it toward me. "It's me and Erin here."

Helen sighed, and her shoulders dropped half an inch as the tension left them. "I might be a little nervous," she admitted.

"What about?" Erin said as she put her yogurt down and reached out to cover one of Helen's hands.

"The partnership."

Helen was returning to New York today because she no longer had the duty of being my lawyer. She was now one of three partners for Yunger, Price, and VanCamp--one of the largest and most prestigious law firms in the Northeast. She'd taken over her husband's share of the company after I demanded he be removed, all thanks to the fact that I was by far their biggest and most important client. That was also the only reason I'd been allowed to whisk their newest partner off for a two-week European excursion. They had managed without her, but at the end of the day, Helen was a partner and needed to return to New York to at least set up her affairs.

As a result, she was a little melancholic about leaving us, made even more by the fact that I was keeping Bobbi with me. I suspect she'd been under the assumption that she would be taking our little pet back with her, which I would have usually been okay with, but I wanted some time with her sans Helen. Lately, it felt like Bobbi belonged to the woman more than me, and I wanted to correct that. Helen presided over her because I gave her the power--it all flowed from me, and I felt like Bobbi didn't fully appreciate that.

"Why are you nervous about the partnership?" I asked. "You've been kicking ass there for years. They'd be a lot less effective without you."

Helen shook her head. "I haven't been in a place of leadership like this. I'm used to carrying out Karl, William, and Roger's vision, but I haven't been a visionary. I've always done well when given direction or if I have to do something out of need. I'm not necessarily the best when it comes to taking initiative. Roger was the trailblazer. Even among the three partners."

"I think Bobbi would beg to differ," I said.

Helen cut her eyes over at me. "You planted the seeds for that."

"And you just watered, weeded, and tended it," I retorted. "It might have been my idea, but you're responsible for how far she's come in the last month."

Helen picked up her coffee mug, looked at its contents, and hummed non-committally.

"Just do the same thing here. Trust your gut, and don't back down when Karl gets all blustery. He'll listen to you... especially since they know I'm backing you."

"Implying that they wouldn't listen to me if I didn't have Marcus Upton in my pocket."

"That might be the case at first," I said. "But I'll stop being necessary once they realize how invaluable you are."

Helen stared at me for a long moment and then simply said, "Thank you, Marcus." It was the equivalent of anyone else kissing my feet in gratitude.

"Do me a favor," I said. "Could you make sure Jessica knows what she needs to do and is doing it?"

There was a twinkle in her eye. Helen knew the kind of relationship that was developing between me and Jess, and it was something she'd shown a keen amount of interest in. "Of course. Just out of curiosity... how far have you gone with her?"

"We fucked in the hot tub after you guys left at my house party," I said. "I ended up sharing her with almost everyone there, including Dillon and Jonah."

"Sharing your ladies with other men?" Helen asked.

"She's not one of 'my ladies,' I said. "I'm not interested in her like that." I hesitated. "I mean... sure. She's pretty and is good in bed, but I've moved onto bigger and better things."

"So, you're merely fucking her until... what? You get tired of her?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of see her as similar to Bobbi. Just not... fully mine. Does that make sense?"

Hm," Helen mused. "Perhaps. How would she feel if I were to... show interest?"

"Let me know how that works out," I said. "She's not quite on Bobbi's level, though. If she's not interested, leave it alone."

"I'll keep you apprised," Helen said, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Good," I said as my food arrived. I started digging in. "While you're home, could you check in on Charity and Julia and see how they're coming along?"

"Sure. I should sit with them anyway and review whatever PR strategy they're putting together from a legal perspective." Helen said, checking her watch. "I need to start packing. A helicopter is coming to get me in two hours. Quinn should be arriving about the time I get there."

"One more thing," I said as Helen rose and took a final sip of coffee. "I need you to keep an eye on Carla."

A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched as Helen said, "I beg your pardon?"

"Carla Tanaka," I said, taking her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed her skin. It was cool to the touch. "I just want you to get a feel for her... how she's doing."

"Afraid she'll run?"

I shook my head. "Carla's pretty clever, and she knows the minute she leaves my protection, she could be snatched up by Hiro. On the off chance that she did run, Chloe's guys would tie her up and throw her in a closet. I just... I don't know what to do with her long-term, and I'd love to get some insight into what she wants."

"That should be pretty obvious," Helen said dryly. "She wants you to put a ring on it."

"Yeah. That's not happening," I said.

"Damn right it isn't," Erin said.

Helen and I both looked at her. I was a little surprised by her strong reaction.

"What?" Erin said. "You know how many crazies I field for you? I protect you just as much as Chloe, in my own way, and I would've kept that gold-digging hose-beast at bay if I'd had a choice, but it isn't like I could've just told her you weren't available right in the middle of the meeting. That doesn't mean I wouldn't do anything to keep her from marrying you."

"Just how many crazies?" I asked.

"Too many to fit into a large AMC cinema, but not enough to fill Carnegie," Erin said.

I whistled. "What are they?"

"Housewives, teachers, athletes, e-girls... you name it. I've gotten emails, phone calls, DMs, letters. Most of them send pics. A couple of them have even tried to visit you in person. That's when Chloe or one of the guys steps in."

"They send pics?" I asked, more out of curiosity than actual interest. If Erin said they were crazy, I believed her and wasn't interested in crazy.

"Yep. A lot of them are insanely hot, too. I've even subscribed to some of them for my own... research."

I filed that away for later. Reviewing some of the stuff stalkers sent me with my assistant might be a fun way to pass an uneventful evening. "Well, thanks for protecting me from something I didn't even know existed."

"Point is, Carla's one of the ones I wouldn't have let through. Maybe this is a good lesson about not sticking your dick in crazy."

"Noted," I said. Carla was insanely hot, but it wasn't like I was hurting for beautiful women. She'd been pivotal in getting me in trouble with Tanaka and was already causing waves at VistaVision by creating a new position just to keep her happy. No matter how good she was at giving head, I had enough problems in my life without Carla complicating things even more.

"I'll see about scheduling a lunch with her," Helen said. "I'm going to finish packing."

"Alright," I said. "I'll finish eating and catch up."

Helen placed a hand on my shoulder and ran her fingers across it, then around the back of my neck, then my other shoulder as she sauntered away from the table. "Alright. Don't keep me waiting too long, though."

I watched her leave, noticing that her hips swayed with exaggerated movements. I was pretty sure she was doing it on purpose.

"It's sad she's leaving," Erin said.

"It'll probably just be for a couple of weeks, depending on Astrid's discussion with Hiro," I said, digging back into my food. "Hopefully, she can give us an update this evening.

"Sure," she said, "but she's been a staple in our little crew this whole time. She's a little older than the rest of us, but I think she feels like she's getting something she missed out on in her earlier years. I don't think she had a lot of friends before all of this."

Perhaps Erin had a point--her husband hadn't exactly nurtured a relationship based on companionship with his wife. She'd been a trophy and a tool to be used more than anything else. It was also very possible that Roger had kept a tight leash on Helen, limiting who she could hang out with. Was it possible that this time away from Roger and YPV... surrounding herself with fun, young women who were easy to laugh with--had resulted in filling a certain kind of void left in her life? Not to mention all the sex.

It was true. The sex that Helen and I often shared was hot, heavy, and often rough or domineering--especially with Bobbi. However, we'd also taken time to make love at a slower, sweeter pace. I was pretty sure Helen and I would never be soul mates, but over the past month, she'd become very important and dear to me. And remembering some of the ways I'd caught her looking at me--and sometimes even Erin--maybe she felt the same way.

"I got something for you guys," Erin said. "I had it special-ordered a while ago, but when I found Helen was going back early, I expedited it and shipped it here after I found the castle."

She pulled out a small box and slid it across the table to me. It was long and delicate-looking, like something found at a jewelry store. A ribbon was wrapped around it and tied into a simple bow.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A collar," Erin said. "Kind of like Bobbi's."

"What?" I asked, my gaze snapping from the box to Erin.

"Not just like hers. It's more delicate and decorative but has some of the same tech. Comes with encrypted location, vitals monitoring, and fancy magnets. It doesn't have the display like Bobbi's and comes with a few accessories to make it look pretty. It looks a little more like a choker than a collar, but it's definitely a collar."

"You had this commissioned?" I said. "When?"

"A couple weeks ago. Before we left," Erin said.

"You knew Helen would want this a couple of weeks ago?"

Erin hesitated briefly, her eyes searching around the restaurant before settling back on me. "Yeah. I mean, after you took her back from Roger, there was a little shift in your relationship. Everyone could feel it."

My fingers ran over the box as I considered the implications.

"It's up to you whether you want to give it to her or not," Erin said. "If you do, though, she'd accept it."

I looked back up at her. "You think so?"

Erin nodded. "In a heartbeat, and I think you should. She's about to head back into an environment that's probably full of bad memories. She's a boss bitch now, but that doesn't mean Roger didn't do a number on her. I think this," she pointed at the box, "would be a nice reminder that even if the building and the people are the same, the situation isn't. She isn't under Roger's thumb anymore. She belongs to you."

I stared at Erin for a long moment, amazed at how insightful the young woman was. "I can't believe you've been sitting on this for so long."

"What can I say?" she said with a shrug and a wan smile. "I'm expensive for a reason."

I looked back down at the box containing the collar.

"Are you going to give it to her?" Erin asked.

"Yeah," I said, not needing to think about it. I was sold on the idea the moment I learned what it was.

"Cool. Give me about twenty minutes. I'm gonna get Bobbi and meet up with Emily and Natashya. The four of us are gonna find something to do with our morning." Then she held out her hand. "If you let me see your phone, I'll go ahead and sync the collar to it."

Roughly thirty minutes later, I stood in front of Helen's bedroom door, looking down at the box, wondering if this was a good idea. If I showed her this and she rejected it, it would make things weird between us, and I really liked our dynamic.

That was the thing, though. Our dynamic since the day I'd stormed into YPV and had Roger fired was one of dominant and submissive. To someone like Bobbi, perhaps we seemed like equals, but it was very clear to us who held the proverbial reins when we were alone together. Where before, she'd felt more like a guide or mentor when I'd first come across my fortune; now, she felt more like an adviser to royalty. She offered me wisdom, but at the end of the day, the decisions were mine.

In that light, if I walked in there and told her to take it, I had a feeling she would. Erin was certainly confident enough to give it to me in the first place.

That's not what I wanted, though. Helen and I had been through quite the journey. She'd seduced me in my own apartment and had taken me under her wing. Just as I was starting to get comfortable with her, I'd learned that she was manipulating me, trying to use me to get out of the marriage she was stuck in. I banished her, and she returned to me on her knees. Then Roger took her away just as we got to a good place, bonding over Bobbi's training.

That day in YPV, I'd laid claim to Helen and had taken her on a table. She'd declared that she was mine. Going into her room and demanding that she put on the collar would have been redundant, and it wasn't what I wanted out of this situation. I wanted her to willingly--enthusiastically even--accept it.

So, with that in mind, I took a deep breath and entered the room.

Helen stood next to the bed, folding a light pink shirt on the bed next to an open suitcase that looked nearly full. She glanced up at my entrance, giving me a crooked smile as she folded her shirt and tucked it neatly in her luggage. "I had a feeling you were coming."

"What gave it away?" I asked.

"Erin left with Bobbi a few minutes ago. She said something about giving me some alone time to pack." Helen arched an eyebrow at the excuse. "It was a little thin."

"I think you're a weakness for Erin," I said, playing with the small box in my hands. "She does a good job of hiding it, but you intimidate her a little. I doubt she'd ever be able to get anything past you."

Helen snorted and picked up another garment. "We all have our weaknesses." She paused mid-fold as she noticed the box in my hand and then put it back on the bed. "What's that?"

"A little going-away present," I said, approaching her. I opened the box and showed her what was inside--a choker made of a black material that resembled suede or velvet.

At least, that's what it looked like. In reality, it was much more.

It was a small choker made of a thin material that looked like some kind of suede or velvet--soft to the touch and comfortable. It also came with paraphernalia like jewels, allowing Helen to decorate it for different occasions. Of course, as Erin had explained, it had a lot of the functionality that Bobbi's collar had. Also, according to Erin, the collar was explicitly crafted for Mrs. VanCamp, and on the inside was etched the words 'Property of Marcus Upton.'

Helen's ice-blue eyes stared at the object in the box for a long moment before finally looking back up at me. Her gaze was unreadable, and she didn't say anything in response. She simply stared.

"I want you to wear this," I said. I think I sounded confident, but it was hard to tell when my stomach was doing backflips. You'd think it'd be easier to do something like this after everything Helen and I had done with Bobbi, but Helen was different. She was special.

With that mysterious look still in her eyes, Helen started to ask, "Is this..."

"It's not just like Bobbi's," I said, guessing what she was thinking. "You're not her, and that's not what I want."

She looked back down at it, her perfectly manicured fingers touching the soft material gingerly.

"I took you back in New York. Remember?"

"Yes," Helen said quietly.

"You're leaving to go back there, and I don't want you to forget who you belong to."

Helen looked back up at me, and I could see a flicker of... something in her eyes. It almost looked like offense. "I wouldn't do that," Helen said. "I owe you everything."

I tried to keep the smile off my face, not wanting to spoil the moment. "You don't owe me anything. You already gave me everything. Now, I want you to show me you meant it by accepting this."

Helen picked up the collar gingerly between two fingers and held it up. "You want me... to wear this."

It felt like the moment of truth, so I met her steady gaze, steeled myself, and said, "Yes."

"I've been wearing a collar for a long time, Marcus. Roger--"

"I'm not Roger," I said, dropping the box to the floor. Simply mentioning that asshole's name got my blood boiling. I stepped closer to Helen. "I've run that asshole off from your home and your work. I gave you your job. I've basically given you Bobbi."

Helen seemed hesitant to speak. "I..."

"I did all that because you're an amazing woman, Helen VanCamp. You're mine, and I want you to wear this collar so you never forget. I want your friends... colleagues... the help... I want them to see you wearing this collar day in and day out and wonder. Then, I want them to suspect. Then, without ever asking, I want them to know that you belong to me."

Reaching out, I stroked her cheek with a couple of fingers. "I'd tattoo my name on you, but I don't want to mar your perfect skin."

She stared at me in silence as I ran my fingers along her jaw; the collar dangled from her grasp. Once again, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I wanted to say more... to convince her, but not talking felt right. I had made my case. Now, the ball was in her court.

"Promise me you won't be like him."

"No," I said, my voice as firm as possible. "I'm not him, and you know it. I've earned your trust. You know I'll take good care of you. What's more, you're already mine. Where would you go? This is just a formality." I leveled my gaze at her and said, "I promise you won't ever regret this."

Moments ticked by and turned into minutes.

Finally, Helen audibly swallowed and pushed the collar into my hand. I looked down at it, thinking I'd lost my case, and saw she'd turned her back to me. She lifted her golden blonde hair and bunched it on top of her head, giving me a lovely view of her long, elegant neck.

"Would you like to be the one to put it on, sir?"

My heart started racing, and it took me a second to move, but when I did, I slipped the collar around her neck and joined the two ends in place. As soon as they got near each other, they jumped into place, and I heard a faint click. I gave the collar an experimental tug to find it wasn't coming apart. It wouldn't... not without me releasing it from my phone or the contingency remote Erin had in her possession. Helen wouldn't be able to remove it without my permission.

The older woman released her hair, and it spilled back down her back as she turned to face me once again. The simple black choker circled her neck, looking more like an understated, stylish accessory than what it really was--a sign of ownership.

Now that she'd accepted it, whatever nervousness I felt was suddenly gone. I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her toward me while the other hand ran up her back and grasped her neck. The soft suede-like material felt good under my grasp.

"Say the words," I said, "but only if you mean them."

Her crystal blue eyes searched my face briefly before saying, "I'm yours." It was barely a whisper.

The hand on the back of her head slipped into her hair, and my fingers grasped golden strands. I slowly tugged on it, forcing her head back as I brought my lips down to hers for a heated kiss. It was met with equal fervor, and we spent the next several moments exchanging tongues and saliva. Our moans and groans muted as the other swallowed them.

I suddenly ripped Helen away from me, and she gasped as I spun her around while still holding onto her hair. Then I pulled her into me as I wrapped my free arm around her waist. My hand immediately sought her breast through her loose, slightly oversized blouse. I immediately found her tit hanging free under the thin cotton fabric and squeezed it roughly; her nipple was already completely erect.

Burying my nose in her hair, I breathed deeply, taking in her scent before whispering in her ear, "God, I'm going to miss you, pet."

Helen's breath caught, and she shivered in my arms as I used the exact same word she often used when talking to Bobbi. I could only hope it drove home the message I wanted--where Bobbi was concerned, she was a woman to be feared and obeyed. She was a dominant goddess.

However, she had no control over what I gave her. I could do what I pleased. I was her god. I gave, and I could take away. If I wanted, I could tie her down in the dungeon like and use her like we used Bobbi.

Letting go of her breast, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the lounge pants she was wearing and yanked them over her hips and ass, dragging them down to her ankles. Helen grabbed the bedpost, clinging onto it as I pulled her back against me by her hair.

In record time, I managed to get my pants off and kick them to the side. My dick was already hard from the lead-up to this moment. All I had to do was aim the head and press it against her slit. I was a little surprised to find that the outer lips of her pussy weren't as soaking wet as I was used to, but honestly... it made sense.

Helen was naturally more of a dominant woman. It was beautiful watching her in action. She was as much of an instigator as Erin in a lot of ways, and she had no problem initiating sex. I also loved watching her work with Bobbi. Watching her work was truly remarkable. However, it meant that being submissive didn't seem to appeal to her as much. Roger had to play some kind of part in her hesitancy. After all, she'd given up her agency for so long under the man that it made perfect sense why it would bother her to give it up again to someone, even if that person was far better of a master.

I only hoped that once she saw that the amount of power she currently held wouldn't change, it would put her mind at ease.

Pressing the fingers of my free hand to Helen's lips, I coaxed them apart and slid them inside as I said, "Get them nice and wet."

She did, and as I slid my cock up and down the crack of her ass, I enjoyed the sensation of Helen's tongue running up and down my fingers, coating them with her saliva and serving to only make my dick harder.

Once sufficiently coated, I ran my wet fingers along her clean-shaven mount, wetting her outer lips with her own saliva and preparing it for invasion. Thankfully, the inside of her pussy turned out to be pretty wet, which helped give me hope for the future of this arrangement. I guess Helen didn't completely hate submitting herself to me.

I plunged deep into her pussy until my groin hit her ass. Then, using her hair as leverage, I began fucking in and out of the older woman.

"When I get back to you," I panted as I fucked my collared blonde. "I'm going to take your ass. It's about time I feel that tight hole stretch around my cock."

"Oh, fuck," Helen breathed, and I felt her begin to thrust back against me.

"I'm going to bend you over Roger's desk," I said, my lips near her ear. "That's where I'm going to take your ass... over the desk I took from Roger and gave you."

I must have said something right because Helen's grip on the bedpost slipped, and she dropped a little lower, bending even more at the waist. In response, I simply picked up speed.

"Oh my god!" I heard her gasp. Apparently, talking about sticking it to her ex-husband was a bit of a turn-on.

"Speaking of Roger," I said, releasing her hair and grabbing onto her hips with both hands. Now that her ear wasn't next to mine, I spoke at a more normal volume. "I can't wait till we catch him. I'm going to look him in the eyes and tell him how his wife gave herself to me."

Helen let out a long, prolonged groan at that and began thrusting back against me even harder. I reached under her and slipped my hand under her shirt to grasp her tit, gripping it tight as I continued to plow her silky vagina. God, she really did hate that bastard of a husband.

"I can't wait to tell him how she begs me to fuck her... how she submits to me willingly. I can't wait to tell him about how well his wife does training my pets... how good her pussy feels... her ass."

"Gah!" Helen shouted, tossing her head back so her golden hair flew across one shoulder as she looked back at me. Her lips were stretched over gritted teeth, and her eyes carried a potent mixture of pure lust, desire, and anger.

"Fuck," I said. Maybe I'll fuck you in front of him.

Suddenly, she thrust her hips back against me violently as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she let out a loud groan. I could feel the muscles of her pussy clench around my cock, trying to milk it for all it was worth as she came.

Man... she really did hate Roger.

While that was fun, it wasn't what I wanted this to be about. I grabbed her hair, pulled her into an upright position, spun her around, and shoved her hard enough to send her stumbling back onto the bed. Without giving her a chance to react, I climbed between her legs and hovered over her.

The startled look on her face from my actions was priceless; it wasn't every day that I got to surprise the great Helen VanCamp. I lowered my face until it was scant inches from hers and said. "I can't wait to tell him how I make love to her."

She opened her mouth to say something, but I covered it with my own as I plunged back inside her. She grunted into my mouth and then groaned as I started sliding in and out of her wet pussy. I kept the pace slow... deliberate. Before, was just raw fucking, but now, I wanted something more soulful.

Each plunge inside my beautiful lawyer was countered as I pulled out till just the tip was left in. Then, I would sink back into her again until our hips met. Only when I was sure we hit a rhythm did I take my lips off hers, pulling back to see her pretty face. She really was a sight to behold, and I once again thought that Roger VanCamp was a fucking moron to take this beautiful, calculating, intelligent woman for granted.

Oh well... his loss was my gain. She was mine now. The collar around her throat would stay there, and I would make damn sure she never had a reason to remove it.

Then I saw it. A tear at the corner of an eye. It slipped free and rolled down her temple before disappearing into her hair. Helen looked up at me with those startling blue eyes of hers, and I saw more raw vulnerability on her face than I ever thought possible.

"Hey... you okay?" I asked. I felt my heart suddenly in my throat, wondering if I'd misstepped at some point. Had I taken the Roger stuff too far?

Helen pursed her lips together and simply nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me back down until my face was buried in her trapezius, which I began kissing and dragging my teeth across as I still kept up my fucking. Helen's hips slowly rolled up to meet mine with every thrust.

"I'm fine," she said, and I felt her lips graze my jaw just under my ear. "I think... I'm going to like being yours..."

I nuzzled into her and picked up the pace every so slightly, her lips on my face pushing me closer to my impending climax.

"Master."

That word caressed my ear like a soft kiss as she clung onto me, her hot breath rolling over me. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

Helen VanCamp received what felt like a record-breaking load deep in her womb.