Ch 03: An Invitation to Norway

Thursday, September 5th, 2:07 pm

"Oh... mmmm," Lillian moaned as she rode my dick; her breasts jutted out in front of her as her back was arched. One hand was overhead, with her fingers buried in her hair as she began to come down from her third orgasm.

Despite having just cum deep into the tight, wet canal of the woman on top of me, I was still mostly hard and was enjoying watching the fair, freckled redhead enjoy herself as she used my body to squeeze out another climax. My fingers had wandered up and down her waist, enjoying the feminine figure of a woman in the full bloom of female maturity. She was soft, yet everything was still firm and tight. Like so many nineteen-year-olds, she was a biological miracle... a walking incarnation of a goddess. The fact that she was single baffled me.

Finally done, the young woman collapsed on top of me, swearing in her Scottish brogue as she buried her face in my chest.

It was the warmest part of the day, and the sky was clear, allowing Lillian to show me around town and guide me to one of her favorite spots--the scant ruins of a rare ancient Roman bath. The fact that it was a little far off the beaten path and wasn't much to look at meant that it remained relatively secluded and rarely saw passers-by, save an occasional boat cruising down the loch the bath was next to. It had been a perfect spot for us to spend a little time enjoying each other's bodies while taking in the beautiful Scottish scenery.

The two of us were silent for a while, listening to the other breathe for the next few minutes before she finally spoke up. "So, who are all the other women?"

I glanced down at the Scottish flower laying on top of me. Her arms crossed my chest, and she stared out at the water. When I didn't immediately answer, she cut her bright green eyes over at me and said, "The blonde woman who left this mornin' and the one with the funny collar around her neck. Then there's the Asian woman, the tall one, and the one with the dreads."

"You don't miss much, do you?" I asked, tracing my fingertips down the spine of her naked back.

"Aye," she said, laying her head on her arms to stare back at the water.

"Helen's the blonde. She's my lawyer. Shea is the Asian. She's my masseuse and flight attendant on my plane. Emily's the tall one. She's my sister and the other one is her girlfriend, Natashya."

"And are ye sleeping with all of them?" she asked, looking back at me.

Not wanting to lie to her, I simply nodded and said, "Well... not all of them. Not Emily."

"Naturally," she said, giving me a half smile.

I used to sleep with Natashya, but since she and Emily were getting serious, it got a little weird, and we decided to stop. Shea, Erin, and Helen... yeah. I'm sleeping with all of them."

"And the collared woman with the sour expression?" she asked. I was hoping she wouldn't.

"That's... a long story, but yeah. I've been sleeping with her for a while now."

"Ah-huh," she said, laying her head back down to stare at the loch.

"You're not mad, are you?" I asked.

"When will you be leaving?" she asked, ignoring my question.

"No later than the end of the week," I said. "I have some stuff to take care of."

"So mysterious."

I dragged my fingertips across the silky expanse of her back. "It's one of the things that makes me attractive, right?"

"I guess so," she said, pressing her lips to my chest to give me a kiss. She looked at me. "Will I ever see ye again?"

I snorted at the question. "I just bought a castle, so yes. I'll be back."

She smiled back at the response. "Aye, but will this be our last time together?"

"I certainly hope not," I said. "I've really enjoyed your company."

"So've you," she said with a sweet little smile.

I felt something tighten in my chest. Lillian was a sweet girl, and I was starting to worry that she wanted something a little more serious than I intended. "Listen... I'd love to do this again with you, but don't let that stop you from pursuing someone who might come into your life. As you've pointed out, this town is small, and there aren't a whole lot of opportunities. I'd hate for you to miss out on something or someone because of this."

"I won't," she said, looking down at her fingers as they traced over my chest. "Do you have someone?"

"You just named them all," I said.

"I mean a girlfriend. Someone you love."

Natalie and Danni came to mind--the former because, for a long time, I felt like I was in love with her. The latter because Lillian was starting to remind me a little of her. The redhead had Danni's disposition, and I was beginning to wonder if she was about to subject me to another 'define the relationship' type conversation.

"No," I said after a few moments of thought. "I tried it, but it's not for me. Not right now, anyway." She didn't need to know that I'd never technically dated a woman since I inherited my money. Danni had been close, and I'd tried really hard to date Natalie, but things hadn't worked out, and looking back, that was possibly for the best. As the days continued to pass, I was beginning to understand more and more that Helen had probably been correct when she said that a relationship wasn't good for me. As it stood, I had everything I could ever want... including the loyalty of more than one woman. What was the point of tying myself down to a single relationship?

I kept trying to tell myself that in an effort to not fall in love with every single woman I took to bed, and it was no different with Lillian. Whenever she batted those green eyes at me or flashed me that dimpled smile, my heart softened like butter. Danni and Helen were my greatest defenses when it came to my biggest weaknesses. All I had to do was remember Helen's advice that relationships were likely nothing but trouble for me right now and then recall Danni's tear-streaked face when I told her I couldn't be in a relationship with her. Those two things helped give me the resolve I needed to avoid falling in love with every beautiful girl I came across.

Perhaps it was because she'd been as sweet as Danni, but I half-expected Lillian to start crying while lying on my chest. Instead, she gazed at me for a moment and then simply lay her head back on my chest, looking back out at the loch. Neither of us spoke for nearly ten minutes as we listened to the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. Once I felt her shiver, I grabbed my overcoat and draped it over both of us, and she looked at me gratefully before placing her hands delicately on either side of my face and drawing me in for a sweet kiss.

"Well... thank ye anyway for a wonderful few days," she murmured into the kiss and then started back up again. I felt my cock begin to stir under her thigh and pressed my groin into her to enjoy the feel of her soft skin rubbing against my semi-erection.

"One more before I have to let you go?" I asked between kisses.

"Aye," she said, grinning into the kiss as she began crawling up my body to position her hips over mine.

Thursday, September 5th, 4:35 pm

Something about the way I looked must have telegraphed that I'd just had sex because as I returned to the castle grounds alone, I was met with a wolf whistle followed by a feminine voice calling out to me. "Did you take another trip through the Highlands again?"

Natashya's tone suggested that she wasn't referring to the Scottish landscape. I looked up from the ground to see the dancer sitting at a table with Tara on one of the lower terraces. They sat at a table holding two mugs probably filled with tea--the island was obsessed with the nasty brown water.

"Sorry," I said as I approached them. "I'm not gonna kiss and tell. If you wanted to know, you should've been there."

That got an eyebrow raise from Natashya. The dancer and I had gone at it pretty heavily when we first met--I was incredibly attracted to her slightly full lips, smooth, creamy complexion, mahogany eyes, and exotic flair. It seemed like everything she did was calculated to tease or seduce me. Even now, she wore a thick pair of tight-fitting pants and a red sweatshirt that was just a touch too big. As a result, the sleeves ended halfway down her palms, and one collar draped off her shoulder, exposing a lovely bare shoulder for me to enjoy.

She picked up her drink and took a sip while her eyes never left mine. When she lowered the rim, she gave me a playful smirk and said, "I am sorry I missed it. I was too busy fucking your sister. There's this thing I do with my tongue on her nipples that she particularly enjoys." She punctuated her statement by running the tip of her pink tongue over her top lip as she shrugged her bare shoulder. Then, she broke out into a dazzling smile. "I would tell you more, but you should have been there."

I recalled the time I accidentally walked in on them in Vegas. I'd opened the door expecting to see Natashya, but instead, I got an eyeful of Emily sitting on the dancer's face being eaten out. The image of her heavy breasts hanging naturally off her chest was something I would never forget as long as I still breathed. As much as I was reluctant to admit it, Emily was a gorgeous woman, and Natashya made it painstakingly obvious every chance she got--very likely in some attempt to get me to give in and attempt to sleep with her in hopes of riding dick again. Natashya was in a monogamous relationship with my sister, which she seemed to enjoy, but that meant other people of both sexes were off limits. The dancer hadn't been fucked by a living cock since the last time I'd been inside her just before we left for the Catskills, and I'd seen her eying me more than once in the last couple of weeks since we left the US.

As much as I would have enjoyed fucking her again, that was a 'her' problem. I had plenty of willing partners, keeping me out of trouble with my sister's girlfriend.

"God... you two need to get a room," Tara said, watching us with an almost bored expression.

"We did," I said without taking my eyes off Natashya. "Until she decided to date Emily."

"Oh, I know all about it. Better than a damn soap opera, livin' with you people," Tara said.

"Well," Natashya said as she picked up her mug. "I know where I am unwanted." Her playful tone suggested that she didn't take any offense to anything we said. "I think I will see if Emily would like to go for a swim."

Natashya rose from her chair, winked at me, and then turned to make her way toward the castle. Tara and I watched her leave, and my personal trainer said, "The things I could do to that ass."

"Good luck," I said, watching Natashya's ass move with each step. "That ass belongs to Emily, and she'll murder you if you touch it."

"I'd almost let her," Tara grumped as I rounded the table and sat in Natashya's chair. "Be the closest I got to getting some in a minute."

"Dry spell?" I asked.

"Just a li'l bit," she said, holding up her forefinger and thumb, then she waved it off. "Nah... don't worry about me. Not your problem. You pay me enough, after all."

Unlike Natashya, Tara wore a thin, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of yoga pants. Both fit snugly and showed off her tight, well-toned body. She was relatively tall for a woman, with a long, fit torso, tits that barely fit a C-cup that looked almost as firm as Erin's, and soft brown hair with long bangs that did a feathery swoop to the side that reminded me of a Disney princess. She positively oozed sex appeal with a body that looked like she could go for hours in the bedroom. She would have given a corpse erection.

The only problem was that she was strictly into vaginas.

"I'm surprised," I said. You don't strike me as the type to have trouble finding company.

Tara grimaced. "Sure, mate. Maybe if I was looking for a bloke, but there aren't as many women into other women as you'd think."

"Honestly," I said, "I'm finding that harder and harder to believe." There was no shortage when it came to women who enjoyed the company of other women. Even the ones who weren't actually bisexual somehow managed to find some kind of pleasure from other women despite their reservations.

"Yeah, well then, maybe you should stop hogging all the good ones," Tara said in mock disgust. Then she scanned the castle grounds. "Speaking of... where's that gal of yours? The redhead."

"She had to go to work this evening," I said. "We said our goodbyes earlier."

"Goodbyes?"

"Yeah. I let her go. She has to work the rest of the week, and we'll be leaving tomorrow," I said.

"You're bloody crazy. She's beautiful, and I reckon she would've come with you if you'd invited her."

"Don't you think I have enough company?" I asked.

"Maybe," Tara said, sipping her tea as she watched a few passers-by. "Can't hurt to have a little more when they look like that."

"You're more than welcome to shoot your shot with her if you want. She certainly enjoyed Erin."

"I'll be she did," Tara said, seeming to perk up at that tidbit. I guess she hadn't seen enough of Erin and Lillian interacting to pick up on the fact that they'd been intimate. That she'd shown so much interest in Erin's inclusion wasn't surprising, though. I'd caught Tara checking out all the women who accompanied me to Europe, but none seemed to hold her interest quite as much as my assistant.

"So, if your girlfriend can have a go at Erin," Tara said, setting down her cup and leaning forward. She placed her elbows on the table and tucked her hands under her chin as her blue eyes drilled into me. "What does a girl have to do to have a crack at her?"

"Who?" I asked, playing dumb. "Erin?"

"Yeah."

I met her blue gaze with my own and said, "Ask her and find out."

Tara studied me in silence for about ten seconds when my phone buzzed. It was Charity.

Standing up, I said. "Excuse me. I should take this."

I answered the phone while walking away from my personal trainer. "Hello?"

"Hi," Charity said over the line. She sounded slightly distracted, and I could hear the faint sound of typing.

"Hey, Charity. How's it going?"

"Doing okay. I have a few updates for you."

She then told me how she had settled into her role this past week. According to her, Julia Lyons--the reporter who had interviewed me roughly a month ago and recommended getting a PR team--was doing a great job showing Charity the basics of public relations. She claimed that the newswoman's mentorship was invaluable and that she'd learned much in the past week and a half. She was settling into her new apartment and trying to get it decorated the way she wanted before school started next week. Between a full workload, mentoring with Julia, and developing a PR strategy for me, she would have her hands full. I was happy to see how seriously she was taking it all.

"We're looking into starting a non-profit for you," she said. "Any cause you're interested in?"

"Um... I guess I'm using a lot of resources. Maybe some kind of renewable energy or environmental revitalization? Or maybe scholarships? Or fighting poverty? I don't know." I felt a little weird about this mercenary way of approaching philanthropy. For one thing, I probably should have started it sooner.

"You're not sure," Charity said. "Okay. I'll talk to Julia about putting a list together for you to choose from. Sound good?"

"Yeah," I said. "And talk to Erin about getting a list of all the organizations my grandpa supported. I'd like to see them."

"Will do. One last thing. Karly Titus contacted me yesterday. She wants to meet."

Karly Titus was a movie star known for her supporting roles in mid-level box-office successes. She was talented and hot but was never the star of a movie. She also happened to be one of the people at the rooftop party where I was kidnapped. Apparently, she helped keep the girls safe during my tenure in Roger VanCamp's grasp.

"She wants to meet you?" I asked.

"She wants to meet you," Charity clarified.

"Me? Why?"

"She wants to talk to you about a project she's trying to get off the ground and wants to pitch it to you. She also wants to meet one of the wealthiest men in the US who just so happened to be at the same horrible event we were at," Charity said.

"Okay," I said, suddenly feeling out of my depth. I had enjoyed hanging out with several movie stars that night, but Karly Titus had spent most of her time talking to her boyfriend. According to Erin, he ditched her as soon as the kidnappers showed up and started gunning down everyone, which didn't sit well with the Canadian actress. Since then, she'd remained single... at least, according to the celebrity rags.

"Great," Charity said. "I'll get with Erin and set something up. When are you coming home?"

"Soonish," I said. Maybe a week. It depends. I might have to go to Norway to meet someone about my issues with Hiro Tanaka."

Suddenly, my phone began beeping. "Oh, speak of the devil. Let me let you go, and we'll talk later."

"Okay. Good luck!"

I switched over to Astrid, who had been the one calling while I was on the phone with Charity. "Hello?"

"Marcus?" Astrid's voice came over the speaker, crisp and precise with just a touch of warmth.

"Astrid?" I asked.

"Yes. How are you?"

"I'm okay," I said, glancing back to see that Tara had pulled out a book and had started reading. Then I looked at the monstrosity I was in the middle of purchasing. "I'm in the middle of buying a castle."

"A... castle," Astrid repeated, clearly digesting what I'd just told her.

"You did say the world was my oyster," I pointed out.

"So I did, and you took my advice quite literally, didn't you?" she said.

"I guess so. You'll have to come and visit."

"Some other time, perhaps," Astrid said. "I called to see if you would be interested in visiting me."

"Does this have to do with Tanaka?" I asked.

"Yes."

"So, you guys talked?"

"We did. I pointed out that we are on the same side. We both agree that VistaVision would be better under different leadership, and I sympathize with the fact that he was manipulated by his wife. However, I told him that a war between Tanaka and Gerrard would only lead to chaos and that most of us wouldn't stand for it. You may be two of the wealthiest men in the world, but the rest of us aren't without our own resources."

Wow. Was that a threat?

Astrid continued, "Hiro saw reason at the end. He's called off his dogs until you've had a chance to meet."

"He wants to meet in person? Fat chance," I said. "Unless he wants to walk into my apartment surrounded by my security."

"Hiro expressed a similar concern, so I have offered my family home as a neutral place to meet," Astrid said.

I sat on one of the terrace steps. "And Hiro's good with that?"

"In a manner of speaking," Astrid said, and I could hear a note of disapproval in her voice. "Hiro refuses to meet with you in person despite my guarantee of everyone's safety. He will send his son to speak on his behalf."

I considered asking if I could do the same, but something about how Astrid said that made me pause. Instead, I decided to ask a few more questions to have more time to think. "Okay... so Hiro's sending his son to negotiate with me. What's his name?"

"Ryo," Astrid said, the annoyance clear in her tone.

"And... you're not happy about it?"

"My father and I have promised that you would be safe here. I'm annoyed that Hiro is insulting our ability to maintain peace between you for a day or two. My father is definitely insulted."

"When would this meeting take place?"

"Sooner is better than later," Astrid said. "Hiro assures me his son can be out here tomorrow night if you can also make it. We could have the meeting on Saturday."

I had already intended to leave tomorrow to go somewhere else. I might as well make it Norway. "And you're sure I'll be safe?"

"I guarantee your safety," Astrid said.

I studied Tara, who was too busy staring at her book to notice me watching her. Staring at a beautiful woman made thinking about my next steps a more pleasant task. The thing was... I had no idea who this Ryo guy was or what he was capable of. However, it sounded like Hiro had already insulted Astrid, giving me a little more edge at winning her over. The last thing I wanted to do was offend her and jeopardize what little of a relationship we had.

"Send me the details. I'll need to run it by my security team, but if they're good with it, I'd love to see your home, Astrid."

It looked like I would be parlaying with a Tanaka this weekend.

Tuesday, September 5th, 10:19 pm

I was lying on the bed texting Erin the details of my and Astrid's conversation when my submissive answered my summons, popping her head into the room.

Bobbi scanned the room in grim silence before turning her attention to me. "Is she gone?"

"Yeah," I said, placing my phone on the bedside table. "She's gone."

My submissive stepped the rest of the way into the room and gently shut the door, leaning against it and looking a little more nervous than I would have expected. "What is it?" I asked.

Moments passed without her answering, and I simply watched her stare at the floor, drinking her with my eyes. She was wearing a thin silk robe tied gently around her waist. The lapels crossed over low on her chest between her breasts, and I couldn't detect a hint of undergarments under it. Her hair was slightly darker than usual, evidence that she'd recently showered.

"What is it?" I asked again, my tone a little sharper.

She set her jaw and finally looked at me. "We haven't been alone together in a long time." Her tone also had an edge to it, as if she were telling a child something they should have already known.

"I know," I said. "This has been overdue. Now, take the robe off."

Bobbi didn't move at first. She simply stared back at me with her jaw jutted out as she contemplated defiance--the war being waged in her head was written plainly across her face. However, the battle didn't last long. In a few short moments, whatever resistance she felt crumbled, and her face relaxed as she reached for the belt of her robe and untied it. The collar hung precariously from her shoulders as the robe fell open, exposing her flawless teardrop breasts, light pink-brown nipples, abdomen, and smooth, clean-shaven pussy. A couple heartbeats later, the robe slid off her shoulders to pool around her feet, leaving her completely bare for my viewing pleasure.

In the month or so since I'd hired Tara to monitor and train me, Bobbi, Erin, and the others, Bobbi's physique had seen subtle improvement. The submissive was already relatively fit with more of a slender frame, but Tara's guidance had begun to unlock a whole other level of fitness for Bobbi. She'd once been feminine softness, but now I could see the faintest hint of abdominal muscles. Her arms and thighs carried slightly more muscle tone, and I even noticed that her ass--something that had never been all that impressive--looked marginally fuller. Her face remained roughly the same, but a careful diet and consistent exercise gave her a glow, and I'd never seen her complexion look so clear. Bobbi was an impressive specimen of a woman before, but as I gazed at her now, I noticed that she seemed nearly perfect in every way. I needed to tell Tara that whatever she was doing, to keep it up. I wanted her to stay like this.

I must have been staring at her for minutes, but Bobbi hadn't moved from her spot next to the door. "Come here," I said.

Once again, Bobbi didn't immediately obey. It was as if she was trying to cling to whatever dregs were left over from her old life, and the only way to maintain the tiniest fraction of that was to make me wait a few moments before obeying me.

And then she placed one foot in front of the other.

"No," I said. "Get on all fours."

Bobbi balked at the suggestion. "Helen's not here. We don't have to play her stupid games."

I slid to the edge of the bed. "What did you say?"

Fear flashed in Bobbi's eyes. "I mean--"

"What did you call her?" I asked, rising to my feet.

"I just--"

"Get on all fours. Now."

Surprisingly, Bobbi obeyed... this time without hesitating. She dropped to all fours and stared at the floor as she began slinking toward me with catlike grace, giving me a lovely view of her back. Thanks to Tara's careful work, I noticed a slight toning.

As soon as she reached me, she tilted her head to meet my eyes from her place near my feet. I crouched down so that her head was in line with my chest as I gazed down into her eyes. I kept my voice low and even as I said, "Let's get a few things straight, pet. You're not Helen's. You're mine. In fact, Helen would be the first one to tell you that I own her every bit as much as I own you, so if you think for a second things will be different now that Helen isn't around, you have another thing coming. Things didn't change the few days Helen was gone last time, so I don't know where you got the idea things would change this time. These aren't Helen's games. Helen does my bidding. This is all me."

"Second," I said as I reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of one hand. My knuckles brushed a few strands of golden brown hair off her cheek. "That is the last time you will refer to her by name again. She is your mistress. End of story." My fingers slipped the strands of hair behind her ear and then kept going, sliding through her silky locks like water. Then, I tightened my grip until my knuckles brushed her scalp. I gave her head an almost imperceptible shake. "And how many times have I told you that when I tell you to jump, you fucking jump?"

Without warning, I stood up and dragged her to her feet. Then I spun and threw her on the bed; for a second, she was all flailing limbs as she bounced onto the mattress with a surprised squawk. She came to rest on the mattress, supporting her body on her elbows as she stared up at me. Some of that fear had returned, but I could see the lust dominating her features as she stared up at me. Her eyes traveled up and down my frame, halting at my mostly hard cock.

And then I crawled on top of her. She leaned back as far as she could until her elbows slipped on the mattress, causing her to fall flat on her back as she stared up at me with wide gray eyes. Her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths as I hovered over her; my knees were between her legs, and my arms supported me on either side of her near her shoulders.

"I gave you the chance to leave," I growled as my gaze wandered over her. "You wanted to stay. You gave yourself to me, and I won't put up with your rebellious bullshit. The next time you talk back to me... the next time you hesitate to follow my commands, I will put a fucking chastity belt on you, and we'll see how long you can go without getting any relief."

Another flash of fear flickered in her eyes, chased by anger, more lust, and a half dozen other little emotions I could only guess at. Her lips were barely parted, and I could feel her soft breath on my face as we stared at each other. Still... she didn't respond. "Nod if you understand."

She moved her head up and down without hesitation, acknowledging that she had heard and understood my words.

"Good girl," I said. "Now, spit on your hand and smear it on your cunt."

Once again, she obeyed without hesitation, maintaining eye contact as she gathered saliva on her pursed lips and raised her hand. Bobbi proceeded to paint her fingers and palm with a well-coated tongue. Then she lowered her hand, and I felt the back of her knuckles brush the mushroom head of my prick as she pressed her fingers to the outer lips of her pussy and began coating them with her spit. Her breathing quickened, and I could tell she was spending a little more time than necessary with her fingers on her pussy, masturbating herself as she lay underneath me. I let her continue for a few more moments, knowing it would only make my entry easier, and utilized the time by lowering my head to one of her breasts to press my lips to her tender flesh.

"Move them," I finally murmured against her chest. Once again, she obeyed without hesitation, and I pressed my hips forward, feeling the tip of my cock press against the slick outer lips of her pussy. There was a token resistance before I felt them part, and my cock speared past her inner lips and sought the warm sheath I'd claimed time and time again.

As I sank inch after inch of my dick into her warm canal, I kissed up her chest to the silky smooth skin of her neck. Bobbi turned her head to the side and tilted it back, moaning as she gave me access to more real estate for my lips and teeth to explore.

"Ah... fucking... fuck," my little submissive whispered, sounding angry, but turned on at the same time.

"I don't know how you can do it," I murmured as I worked my lips up her neck to just under her ear. My nose grazed her earlobe as I began pulling my hips back, working my length out of her tight pussy. "One minute, I want you. The next... I hate almost everything about you."

I nipped her ear hard, causing her to yelp in pain. Her hands grasped my shoulders, and her fingernails dug into the skin as she arched her back, sending her hips into mine and sinking my cock back into her wet snatch. A buzzing sound from nearby drew her attention, and she started to turn her head, which pulled her ear free of my teeth, but I pushed her head back down and latched onto her neck as I began fucking her in earnest.

Bobbi met the thrust of my hips with her own as she panted, "Ugh... I... wouldn't have guessed... you ever... had it... in you."

I released her neck and pulled back, continuing to thrust in a steady rhythm as I stared down at her. "What do you mean?" I panted.

She looked up at me, her lips parted as she gulped down oxygen. "I always thought you were a pussy... weak... easy to manipulate."

The very thought of Bobbi thinking that sent a burst of anger coursing through my mind, and I thrust forward a little more forcefully, burying the entire length of my cock to the root and grinding my crotch against hers. She gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing back against me and groaning as she looked up at me through half-lidded eyes.

"Yeah," I said. "Maybe I was, but that's changing." As if to punctuate my words, I pulled out and slammed back in. Then did it again. Then again.

"I... fuck!" Bobbi groaned as her arms tightened around my neck, her face inching toward mine. I felt her shudder as a quiet orgasm began to wash over her, and she pulled me even closer until the tips of her hard nipples brushed against my chest and her nose grazed mine. She was dangerously close to kissing me, and her eyes were smoky with relief mixed with even more desire. "I can tell," she finished with a whisper.

What the fuck? This was too weird. With neither Helen nor Erin here, Bobbi and I were being intimate for the first time since possibly... had it been the hotel room after our first night together? Surely not! Regardless, things were suddenly feeling a bit more cozy than I'd ever felt with Bobbi, and it was starting to creep me out a little. I didn't love Bobbi. I wasn't in love with her. Half the time, I hated being around her. The other half, I just wanted to get my dick wet. Sure... I'd tried being a little more gentle with her in the past, but that was a far cry from whatever this was.

As I stared back down into her soft gray eyes, I couldn't help but wonder if this was something I wanted to entertain. Did I actually desire to 'make love' to Bobbi Nanford?

Nope.

Her eyes suddenly grew wide as I pulled my head free of her arms, grasped her hair, and rolled off of her. I took her with me so that I was on my back while she was lying on top of me, completely taken off guard.

"What the fuck?" She stammered as she started to look up at me, but I kept a firm grip on my hair as I guided her south until I felt her warm lips on my cock.

"Suck me off, kitten," I growled.

To her credit, Bobbi's lips parted, and my coated cock found warmth once more between her lips. The next three or four inches disappeared in her mouth before she came to a halt, but I kept up the pressure. "Don't stop."

She resisted a little longer, mumbling something around the thick cock poised at the opening of her throat, but when the pressure on her head didn't disappear, she gave up resisting and began working her lips further. As the next inch of my dick slipped past her lips, I felt her throat contract around the tip of my dick as it attempted to invade. The sound of her gagging on my member just made me harder.

"You didn't think I had this in me?" I asked casually as if I weren't attempting to lodge my cock in Bobbi's throat. I pulled back just enough to dislodge the tip of my cock from her esophagus and then attempted it again, getting a little more of it inside her.

"Bobbi," I said, placing my other hand on her head to hold it in both. "If you don't take as much of my cock down your throat right now, not only am I going to lock your pussy up, but I'm going to spank your ass till I can fry an egg off it."

She'd obeyed me so far, and I couldn't blame her for hesitating in this instance, but her words had annoyed me and stirred up the old resentment I'd harbored for her. Making sure she knew how serious I was by threatening punishment just felt appropriate... plus I needed to make sure that intimate moment's spell was broken. I wrapped my legs around her torso and crossed my ankles at the small of her back to keep her where she was. Then I spent the next few moments skull fucking Bobbi in an attempt to get myself off.

"Fuck... I miss Helen," I muttered as I fucked Bobbi's throat. I kept a tight grip on her hair and closed my eyes as I imagined my blonde lawyer and all the ways she'd dominated Bobbi with me. Did Bobbi miss her, too?

"I love watching her treat you like a little fuck toy," I said through gritted teeth. "I'll have to get Erin back in here. She needs to get more comfortable with using you like that. Maybe she can offer you a few more pointers at sucking dick. She's definitely a hell of a lot better at it than you."

I heard Bobbi groan in protest amid all the gagging and coughing she was doing, but I kept up the assault on her throat. "I can't wait to use Jess with you. The two of you on your knees. Would you like that, kitten? Would you like to help me fuck Jessica's throat? Fuck... maybe I'll actually let you dominate her. Would you like that?"

Instead of answering, Bobbi placed one hand on my stomach and pressed against it--an instinctual attempt at trying to back off my cock as I continued fucking her throat. She finally looked up at me with watery eyes. Trails of tears stained her cheeks, and her nose was runny. Seeing her like that made me feel like I was about to unload in her throat at any second.

"Fuck, kitten. I'm gonna cum down your throat," I panted. "Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes and imagined my busty ex-girlfriend naked and kneeling before me with her arms tied behind her back. Her lips were stretched around my cock with mascara tears streaming down her face. Bobbi knelt behind her, shoving Jessica's head further down on my cock with a maniacal grin on her face. It was the only acceptable way I'd let her be in charge of anything.

Inspired by my own fantasy, I tightened my grip on the back of Bobbi's head and pulled her tight against my cock, trying to keep as much of it buried in her throat as possible as I felt the first spurt of cum erupt from the tip of my cock. Bobbi's eyes went wide, and she looked up at me in desperation as she grasped my hip with one hand, squeezing it hard as she tried to push against me. That's when I noticed that her other arm was sandwiched between her body and mine; it was positioned so that there was only one thing she could be doing with it. Fuck... Bobbi was getting herself off while being asphyxiated while I was cumming down her throat!

That only served to send chills rolling through my body as I unloaded the rest of my sperm into Bobbi's throat, and I let out a long, loud cry of ecstasy as I dropped my head back on my pillows and just wove a wave of pleasure for the next few moments.

Eventually, I let go of Bobbi's head, and she immediately sat up, extracting my still-hard cock from her throat in the process. She let out a loud, shuddering breath, looking red-faced and a little angry as she blinked away the tears in her eyes. Still... despite her distress, I couldn't help but notice that she was still fingering herself. I watched over the next few minutes as she dank in oxygen while getting herself off again, closing her eyes and shaking as she cried out hoarsely. Her tits bounced as she shuddered under her own self-pleasure.

Once she was done, she collapsed on the bed next to me and rolled over, still trying to catch her breath as she stared at the ceiling. We spent the next few minutes just listening to the sound of each other breathing as I stared at the ceiling and thought about how I would have never in a million years thought I'd be lying naked in bed next to Bobbi Nanford.

"Go wash up and brush your teeth," I finally said once it seemed we were settling down. "Then come back here. You're sleeping with me tonight."

I could see her roll over and watch me out of the corner of my eye, but I did my best to pretend like I didn't notice, opting to send her the message that the last thing I was concerned about was how she felt in the sexual afterglow.

Finally, she got off the bed, slipped on her robe, and disappeared through the door. I assumed she was going to brush her teeth. I'd have to spank her later for staring at me instead of immediately going to do what I said.

After she left, I rolled over to grab my phone, wondering if that was what had distracted Bobbi earlier while we'd been fucking. Sure enough, I had a text from Chloe.

Hey. Hannon Security sent me details on what they managed to grab from the laptop we found in your grandfather's apartment. I'll have a full report for you in the morning on what they've retrieved from it.

I texted a thank you to Chloe, put my phone back down on the nightstand, and slid under the comforter as I wondered what they found on the laptop. I also wondered what this weekend would hold when I met with Tanaka's son in Norway. Would I ever see Lillian again, or would someone come along while I was gone and whisk her away from this place? Then, my mind drifted back to Erin and Helen and the conversation I'd shared this morning. Helen had teased me about getting my assistant pregnant. The primitive part of my brain roared in anticipation of planting my seed deep inside a fertile womb with the hopes of producing offspring, and the image of Erin with a swollen belly made my cock stir despite having sex just minutes ago.

At that moment, the door opened, and Bobbi returned to the room. She closed the door and stared at me under the blankets, hesitating before moving across the room to stand beside the bed.

"Robe off. Then come on," I said when her dark silhouette didn't move. She slowly removed her robe and slid into the bed, settling on her side facing me. I immediately reached out and pulled her toward me until her breasts pressed against my chest. I reached up and placed a hand on her cheek with my thumb just under her jaw, forcing her to tilt her head back so she was looking straight at me. I crushed my lips against hers as I pulled her tightly against me, chewing on her bottom lip before plunging my tongue into her mouth to play with hers.

We spent the next few minutes making out; she was reluctant while I aggressively delved into every corner of her generous mouth. It didn't have the intimacy of that moment we shared earlier... this wasn't about intimacy... this was about claiming what was mine and enjoying the soft, warm body of the girl who had given herself to me.

Finally, we parted, and she stared up at me wordlessly before rolling over to look away from me. Once again, I pulled her toward me, spooning my body against hers as we lay in the dark together. She was tense, obviously unsure of what to do in this scenario, while I was tired and very relaxed in my post-coital release.

Just before drifting off, I had a thought and lifted my lips to Bobbi's ear. "Once we get back to the States, I think I'll take you off birth control."