I don’t know how long it had been vibrating, but my phone buzzed twice at me as I propped myself up on one elbow and fumbled across the surface of my nightstand for it. I fought to keep my eyes open long enough to read who the hell was calling me, but it was a Herculean task.
God, it had been a long night… I don’t think I saw my bed till nearly three in the morning. That by itself wasn’t so bad; I’d stayed up playing board games with my friends until the small hours over the last year, but staying up till three in the morning playing games was utterly different to staying up that late to participate in Olympic levels of sex. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement.
The phone went silent as I cleared the sleep from my eyes, and I saw three missed calls - all from Jessica. I listened to the first one.
“Hi, so I went by your apartment, but some old guy was living in it, so I’m going to go to Strange Mudd and get a coffee. I’m guessing you’re still asleep. Just give me a call when you get this. Please, Marcus. I just want to talk.”
I sat straight up in my bed, suddenly remembering it was Friday. That Friday.
Jessica was in town.
I looked around, trying to make my brain work through the brain fog. The first thing that caught my eye was the indention in the bed where another body had been. It must have belonged to Helen, who probably had to get home to the family before it became too late in the day.
Damn... I wanted to talk to her about Ashlee.
I next noticed Bobbi’s dark gold locks spread across the bed as she huddled under my blankets. She was sprawled perpendicular to me near the foot of my bed like a pet. I tried to remember how she’d gotten like that and vaguely recalled it being one of the last commands Helen gave her before we all fell asleep. Considering the size of the bed, the fact that she was sharing my duvet, and she had a plush pillow under her head, it wasn’t the most cruel thing Helen had made her do.
I looked back at my phone, checked the time, and scrolled through the four texts Jess had left me. More of the same. I looked back at Bobbi’s sleeping form, trying to decide how to respond.
The only question that mattered was whether I had time to visit my old neighborhood halfway across the city to share a cup of coffee with my ex and gloat.
The answer? Not really, no.
I texted her back: Hey. I’m not gonna be able to meet you for coffee. I have a busy day. I’m having a party at my place tonight, though. If you want to come, send me the address of the place you’re staying. I’ll send a car to pick you up. If not, I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing, but I wish you luck. Tell Dillon I said hey, and I’ll see him tonight.
Hitting send, I tossed my phone on the bed, stood up, and headed to the shower. Within a few minutes, the bathroom filled with steam as I stood under a deluge of hot water pouring from an overhead shower. It stretched five to seven feet across in both directions and had some of the best water pressure I had ever experienced. In the center sat a stone bench, and I was taking advantage of it, letting the downpour wash over me as I thought about seeing Jess again.
Why had I agreed to meet with her? What could I have possibly been thinking? That conversation had happened before Vegas and felt like a lifetime ago. I was a different person. I hadn’t planned on getting back together with her. Was I really that interested in rubbing my good fortune in her face, or had I intended to fuck her one last time for closure?
The last thing I wanted was for her to think we were getting back together. No way in hell would ever happen, especially when I had proposals from women like Danni to consider. Not to say Jess wasn’t beautiful; she certainly was. Aside from the cheating and lack of ambition, she’d been sweet, fun, and enthusiastic in the sack, but Danni was in a completely different realm from Jessica. There was no competition if I had to choose between them to be my girlfriend.
Would sleeping with her grant me closure? Did I even need closure anymore? Not really.
What about gloating? Did I even care enough about her to bother? I remembered a sad Marcus from three weeks ago, sitting in that coffee shop with Dillon, and a massive part of me enthusiastically answered yes.
“Marcus?” A tentative voice asked in a tone I never thought I’d hear from her.
Drawn out of my contemplation, I saw Bobbi’s silhouette standing just inside the bathroom’s doorway, steam obscuring her finer details. She was completely nude except for the collar Helen had bought her.
“What?” I said. I might have snapped a little, but that was just a combination of what had occupied my thoughts before she interrupted me and the fact that I was used to speaking a certain way toward her.
“I just thought...” Her voice trailed off as she looked back at me, and I detected a tinge of sullenness in her words.
“What is it?” I said in the same tone.
"The shower was running, and I..."
I waited for her to finish, but after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Never mind."
She started to turn, and I said, “Wait."
I was slightly surprised to see her come to an immediate halt, pausing mid-turn so that I got a good look at her profile. With her details concealed in the mist, I appreciated her basic shape more. Compared to the average woman, Bobbi was slender, with a flat belly and tiny waist that flared into lovely, shapely hips. Her ass wasn't as developed as Helen's or Danni's; it was more on the perky side but more prominent than Erin's. Her B-cup tits were the perfect size for her more petite frame and hung beautifully from her chest the way natural breasts did. Her body was a work of art and went perfectly with her large eyes and delicate features.
I rose to my feet. "Come here."
The mist obscured Bobbi's features too much for me to tell exactly how she felt about being given orders, but after a moment's hesitation, she turned back and approached me with a slow gait. Each step took an agonizing amount of time until she finally joined me under the hot water, staring up at me through slitted eyes as the shower washed over us.
I glanced down at the collar she still wore; it still said 'li'l cumdump' on it - one of Helen’s decisions made last night in the heat of the moment. I placed a finger on the top edge of the collar and traced my finger along her skin as I recalled the events last night - she had given herself to me. Completely. Body and soul. It hadn't been out of love or devotion to me but because she literally had nowhere else to go, nor had she ever had it so good. Jesus... how fucking had her life been before now? It was almost enough to make me take pity on her.
My fingers slid to the back of her neck, and I entwined them throughout the wet hair at the base of her skull. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel her trembling with nervous energy. Without a preamble or explanation, I guided her to the stone wall, grabbing a shoulder and turning her so her ass was facing me. With hair still in hand, I held it against the stone, forcing Bobbi’s cheek flat against it. She braced herself in anticipation for what she knew was about to happen; delicate fingers pressed into the grey granite as her nipples brushed against it.
I pressed my groin against her warm, wet ass and enjoyed the feel of my semi-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. The top of my dick rubbed along the trench of Bobbi's ass as my dick pointed south, and I reached around with my free hand to press my palm against her middle, keeping her tight against me as I ground myself into her. It wasn’t beyond my notice that she didn't grind back against me.
My hand slid lower, and I felt the beginnings of stubble on her crotch as my fingertips passed on their way to delve between her legs. My middle finger slid through the folds between her legs and slid easily across her slit; she was wet, but not from the shower. I curled the digit and sank the first knuckle inside of her and was rewarded with an audible groan from the petite young woman sandwiched between me and the stone.
The heat from the shower remained constant as it washed over us, and the steam continued to billow and swirl as I played with Bobbi. I kept up the teasing pace of my manipulation of her pussy as I sawed my dick back and forth between the tight little globes of her ass. By now, it was at full mast, and continuing to simulate fucking her like this was starting to become a little painful, thanks to the angle. Hand still on her hair, I tugged on it, indicating that I wanted her to bend over more, and this time, she took the hint, stepping a pace away from the wall as her hands slid down it so she was now bent at nearly a ninety-degree angle.
I pulled my finger out, replaced it with the tip of my cock, and slowly pushed forward. I threw my head back and shut my eyes as the mushroom head slid inside her, followed by the first inch of my shaft. Then I reversed course, pulled out, and then pushed my hips forward, sinking even more of my length into her warm, wet snatch. The walls of her pussy gripped my shaft in velvety softness as it took three back-and-forths to get the entire length of me inside her.
She groaned and whimpered as I pistoned in and out of her, and I looked up from her ass to catch her eyeing me over her shoulder. The moment my eyes found hers, she blinked, turned her head away, and dropped it so that her face entirely disappeared under a sheet of wet hair. My eyes trailed to her perfect, flawless back. It was a pure canvas of fair skin reddened by the hot water that cascaded across the subtle peaks and valleys of muscles moving as she finally started pushing back against me to meet my thrusts.
I gripped her hips and picked up speed, pushing myself violently in and out of her as I lost myself in the memory of what I'd done to this girl last night. Her eyes once held unending contempt every time she looked at me, but last night, that hatred had been little more than a smoldering cinder compared to the roaring inferno of lust and desire. Helen was a big fan of edging her little submissive toy, and it looked like it had produced the kind of effect she wanted. Once we got past our little misunderstanding last night, she had been a willing participant, even inviting some of the things I did to make her scream in pain and pleasure. And when it was all done, she still declared herself mine.
I own her. The thought repeated through my mind with the same frequency as my cock drilling her increasingly-wet cunt. I own her. I own her. I own her.
"I own you," I muttered loud enough to hear her. She simply grunted loudly in response.
Extracting my hardon from her, I grabbed Bobbi by the shoulder and whirled her around; she squealed in surprise. I shoved her back against the stone, grabbed a wrist in one hand, and drew it over her head. She placed her free hand on my chest, and I felt her push against me as I stepped in close, the tip of my cock brushing against the front of her pussy. She looked up at me, grunting with eyes wide and teeth gritted, and I felt her struggle against my grip. She pounded her small fist against my chest and started to fight harder against me. Those burning embers in her eyes burst into flames.
“What’s the matter? You can’t-”
She yelped as I grabbed her hair with my free hand and yanked, cutting off the rest of her words. I brought my face close to hers, and we gazed hard into each others’ eyes amid the downpour.
“Stop it,” I said as I stared her down. She glared back, jaw clenched and muscles tense, but she didn’t finish her sentence.
After another moment of silence, I released her hair and brushed her cheek with my fingertips. They traced down her jaw, neck, and then lower. I felt along her collarbone and down the side of her breast, pausing to cup it in my hand and give it a gentle squeeze as my thumb ran over the partially erect nipple. I ran my palm down her free arm and closed my hand around her wrist.
The muscles in that arm suddenly tensed, and I felt her resist. My grip on her wrist tightened as I gave her a hard look. “I said, “Stop!”
Seconds ticked by, and her arm finally went slack. I raised it above her head and held both her hands against the wall, keeping them in place with one hand. Her breasts, pulled high against her chest, brushed mine with every inhalation; her eyes darted left to right as she focused on my eyes, and she’d unclenched her jaw. Her lips were parted. They were beautiful - not too thin... not too thick. Her mouth was a touch generous, and I was willing to bet a lot of money she had a smile that could light up a night sky if she ever lost the attitude.
“What are you doing?” She asked, and I realized I’d been staring at her beautiful face longer than usual.
Instead of answering, I lowered my lips to hers. She backed away from me an inch or two until her head bumped into the wall.
“For once in your life,” I said, “stop making every goddamn moment a fight.”
And then I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were slack and pliable against mine as she refrained from being an active participant, but at least she wasn’t actively fighting me anymore. I intensified the kiss, crushing my lips to hers with bruising strength.
The kiss continued for a good half-minute before I felt her lips move an infinitesimal amount against mine, and I felt her groin press into me. I had to actively keep myself from smiling, afraid I would set her off if she sensed my satisfaction. Instead, I concentrated on my steel-hard cock currently hotdogged between the outer lips of her pussy. I reached down with my free hand, adjusted my hips, and pushed forward once I’d lined my member up with her opening.
She groaned as I pushed my hips forward and sank all the way inside her. Her lips suddenly became much more active, and I could hear her whimper into my mouth.
My heart skipped a beat when I felt the tip of her tongue brush my lips. I hadn’t expected her to initiate something like that, and it took me a moment to respond. I brushed my tongue against hers and coaxed it a little further into my mouth so I could explore it.
The speed and ferocity of our rutting against the stone wall picked up as hot water rained down on us. We were entering new territory. I was still taking her, but there was a back and forth that had never been there before. Nothing had changed. I didn’t feel affection for her the way I did Erin, Danni, or Natashya. I didn’t like her the way I did Helen. This felt more like a bonding and healing ritual done after a tough night with the submissive. Like putting salve on welts you’d left. It felt right… necessary… but it still didn’t feel like making love.
Bobbi broke the kiss and tossed her head to the side as she cried out as the beginnings of an orgasm began to bubble to the surface.
“I’m gonna cum,” she panted.
“You need my permission,” I said quietly, my lips brushing her ear as I kept up the pace of my fucking.
“Please, Marcus!”
She said my name. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. According to Helen, getting her to use words like ‘sir’ had taken some time, so I didn’t want to engender bad habits and undo all my lawyer’s hard work. Still, it was nice hearing my name and ‘please’ in the same sentence from her.
“Who do you belong to?”
“I’m gonna...”
I slowed my rhythm, and the reaction was immediate. Her gaze snapped back to mine, and I felt her strain against my hold on her arms.
“No, Marcus, please!”
Again, my name and the word please in the same sentence. It sent a thrill pulsing through my cock. I pressed my forehead to hers and growled, “Say it.”
“I’m yours, goddammit! Is that what you wan-”
I crushed my lips against hers, and to my delight, she immediately responded. Her tongue was back in my mouth as I picked up the pace again; she squealed, and I let go of her arms so I could grab her ass in both hands and pull her into me. Her slender arms fell across my shoulders, and she pulled them tight around my neck; I could feel the points of her breasts dig into my chest. One leg slid around my waist, and then another, and I marveled at how little she weighed even while soaking wet. We couldn't continue kissing as I bounced her up and down on my dick, but our lips and noses kept brushing against each other as we coupled. It was new and exciting, and I couldn't help but notice that the disdain in her eyes was at an all-time low.
As I threw her up and down on my cock, making her pants and grunts turn into moans, I couldn’t help but smile. I owned this woman's body, and if things continued at this rate before I knew it, I would own the rest of her before too long. The thought energized me, and I growled as I started fucking her harder, enjoying the sound of her moans turning into screams as I made her cum.
Friday, 9:02 am
Roughly half an hour later, I entered the dining room to see breakfast: eggs, bacon, pancakes, oatmeal, a few different breakfast cereals, juices, coffee, etc. Since I had a full-time chef, I decided it was better to provide her with the space she needed to work without distractions all the time, so meals were to be provided in the dining room, where a large table stood overlooking a beautiful view of the New York skyline. I also had Chloe ensure that all the security staff knew they could share meals here during their shifts. I wanted them to feel appreciated... after the events in Vegas.
I was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and Bobbi trailed behind me in a silk robe left behind by Helen. It was a little big on her, but she didn't want to risk running into anyone, and that was the only thing she could find to wear. I found the app for the collar on my phone and changed the words to display 'Kitten,' inspired by Helen constantly calling her 'Pet.' I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep it, but for now, it'd do. Then, I insisted she eat breakfast with me. As we dressed, I messaged Natalie and told her that Bobbi would resign from her position at Marduke. She wasn’t a financial analyst anymore… not that she was much of one anyway. Natalie wasn't exactly disappointed to never see Bobbi in her office again.
Downstairs, we found Erin on the phone with someone. Her trusty laptop was on the table in front of her, along with a bowl of oatmeal and fruit. Bobbi and I loaded a couple of plates while she finished up a phone call that sounded like it was with a caterer for tonight's event. We had just started eating when she finished the call.
"Everything's lined up for tonight," Erin sighed as she scrolled through her emails. "There's a coordinator who will take over at noon so I can finish up some other business and get ready. His name is Victor, and he's one of the best. It's probably overkill, but Julia from Channel Seven will be there, as are a couple of reporters from The Times, PB&J, Nash Z, and Pringle."
Nash Z was a relatively well-known musical artist in the Tri-State area who was forecast to become a national sensation within the year. I had no clue who the other two she mentioned were. Like a good assistant, though, Erin could tell I needed some context.
"Patti and Jenni are identical twins. Huge on social media. Their last name is Billings. The logic with the name is a little weird, but it works. Pringle is a gamer with a massive following. He's insufferable, but he's got a lot of clout. The PR Director at V. V. helped me get those people. She also got us Naughti Boi. The DJ."
"Don’t know him,” I said, “but it sounds like it'll be a fun time." I was thrilled to see how thorough Erin had been with this entire thing. Getting help from VistaVision’s PR director was a great idea. "Need anything from me?"
"No, sir," Erin said, glancing at Bobbi, who was busy eating her eggs and largely ignoring us. About five minutes after our session in the shower, some of her cold aura had returned.
"Have you guys met?" I asked Erin.
"A little. I brought her a towel. Not officially, though," Erin replied as a smirk played across her lips. "I think I heard her this morning. I peeked my head in to see if you were awake yet. It sounded like you both were awake."
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! Bobbi! 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 I thought better of that. Bobbi almost seemed to fear Helen. “Scratch that. Show her as much respect as Helen. You and I 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,” I 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 Bobbi 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 once again.
“You with me?” I asked her.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice quiet and a little strained. In this scenario, the ‘sir’ made my dick lurch a little more.
“She’s coming to the party tonight,” I said. “I’d like you to order her an outfit and a car to pick her up. Give her plenty of time to put the outfit on.”
“Oh fuck,” Erin whispered with her eyes closed, and the expletive had nothing to do with anything I said. “Anything… is there anything specific you’d like for the outfit?”
“No,” I said. “Just get whatever you think is appropriate.”
“God… that’s - that’s kinda hot.”
“What?” I asked. “What’s she doing?”
“A damn good job,” Erin said and opened her eyes to look at me. “I meant the whole thing with Jess, though. Buying her a dress and bringing her to a party. That’s some kinky romance novel shit.”
“That’s not what this is,” I said. “It’s a flex. I thought I’d do something like that as a subtle ‘this is what you missed out on’ kind of thing.”
“That’s kind of arch.”
“Maybe,” I said with a shrug, “ but it’s not like I’ve completely forgiven her. I don’t want to seem like a petty ex who can’t get over her, but at the same time, she did cheat on me. I deserve my country music moment, and I feel like this is a ‘fuck you’ message without me having to give up my dignity. Anyway, I doubt she has anything suitable for the party anyway.”
“Got it,” Erin said, and I got the impression she only got the gist of what I said. “Just send me her measurements, and I’ll take care of it.”
“Fuck.” I said, looking up from my eggs. “I don’t have those.”
Erin focused on me, and her eye-roll had absolutely nothing to do with what Bobbi was doing to her. “Men… Send me her social media. I’ll figure it out.”
“Again, that’s why you’re the best.”
“Oh fuck!” Erin said, grasping the edge of the table. “I don’t know if I am the best!”
“She’s good, isn’t she?” I said. “It’s too bad she hates doing it.”
“What?” Erin said, sounding incredulous. One hand disappeared below the table. “Her mouth is perfect for eating dick!”
“I know,” I said. “It’s criminal.” Hoping this continued a little longer, I asked, “Is there anything else?”
“Christ, you’re gonna make me do this…” Erin took a deep breath and looked up at me with a look on her face that could have either meant, ‘I’m gonna rip out your throat’ or, ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard your cock will break off in my cunt.’
“Okay,” she continued, “so I have a personal trainer for you. You… -fuck- You wanted one fast, so the interview is this morning if you’re up for it.”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” I said, excited at the idea of getting started with a physical trainer. I’d been in and out of gyms over the last several years, so while I wasn’t terribly out of shape, I was far from perfect. I enjoyed foods high in trans fats, starches, and sugars just as much as most guys, and keeping a consistent workout routine was hard.
“Great,” Erin said. “She’ll be here in about an hour.”
We spent the next few minutes talking. I filled her in on my talk with Danni, which she didn’t know about. As I told her, I watched her reaction carefully, realizing that I probably wouldn’t get very much out of her while Bobbi was munching on her pussy. Still, I tried; several people had mentioned that Erin looked at me in a way that suggested she had feelings for me, and as much as I liked Danni, I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the relationship I had with Erin, like dating one of her best friends.
Unfortunately, all I could go off of was Erin’s words, broken between stutters and expletives as Bobbi continued to inch her closer to orgasm. She said that Danni would be good for me as a girlfriend but also cautioned that Danni was a bit more sensitive than women like herself or Helen. She suspected Danielle would be okay with an open relationship for a while, but eventually, it might get old. All she asked of me was that I be open and honest with her friend regardless of what I decided to do. That was an easy promise to make.
When I told her about Emily moving in with me, Erin expressed concern about my sister. With the kind of lifestyle I was leading, I needed to make sure I surrounded myself with people who would not only be trustworthy but also okay with my lifestyle.
“Especially with Kitten here,” Erin gasped. “Chloe and Helen seem okay with the situation, but Emily and Danni… oh my fucking cock rockets!” Erin clenched her teeth and doubled over. With her forehead against the table, she let out a loud, prolonged groan that went on and on.
I simply popped the remaining bit of jelly-covered toast in my mouth and enjoyed watching the scene play out in front of me. Erin did have a point, though. Eventually, I needed to introduce Bobbi to a few of the others. Especially since being a fixture in my apartment was her full-time job.
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