Chapter 1: ‘Fuck You’ Money

Wednesday, September 4th, 9:45 am

Hot water cascaded down my back in a powerful stream. It didn’t matter that I’d been standing under it for a solid twenty minutes—the temperature didn’t vary a single degree. My hands stayed planted against the cool stone walls, supporting my weight as I leaned forward, head hanging between my shoulders in a way that stretched the back of my neck. The water ran down my spine, into my hair, and dribbled off my scalp. Each droplet felt like a tiny fist beating on my skin, massaging sore, tired muscles. However, as hard as the combination of heat and pulse made it to get out of the shower, another sensation kept me from leaving. Something even better.

“Hm,” a husky purr vibrated against my hard cock, which was currently buried in a velvety throat. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked away the water that had dripped across them to see a pair of crystal blue eyes staring up at me, twinkling in amusement at whatever face I was making. Despite the mouthful of her employer’s dick, I could detect a hint of a smile; she knew better than I how close I was to blowing my load.

Helen VanCamp plunged her mouth back down on my dick until the head hit the back of her throat, where she left it for a couple seconds. I enjoyed the flat of her tongue scrubbing back and forth across the sensitive side of my length, closing my eyes again to concentrate on the sensation of the wet muscle as it continued to coax me closer to climax.

“Fuck,” I whispered. My expletive was eaten by the sound of the shower water beating on the stone floor.

Helen’s cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to my member and pulled back, and my lids fluttered back open in time to watch in fascination as Helen’s lips slowly traveled back up my length. Each inch of my cock slid free from the older blonde woman’s mouth with painstaking slowness while her tongue continued to dance along its front.

“Helen, I’m gonna cum soon,” I said. She always appreciated when I announced an impending eruption because she enjoyed finding various ways of spilling my seed. Sometimes she swallowed it the moment it hit her tongue, and sometimes she had me shoot my load all over her chest, where she would scoop it up and eat it or encourage any other participants to lick it off her marvelous tits.

I watched in fascination as her lips curled over the rim of my cock’s mushroom head before slowly traveling down the tip to end her oral ministrations with a warm, wet kiss. Pressing the tip of her tongue to my piss slit made me shiver. The entire time, her eyes never left mine.

“I can tell,” she said, her lips continuing to brush the tip of my dick. She slowly stood up, rising off her knees with a fluid grace most women couldn’t achieve thanks to her years of being a trophy wife who had been used by her husband to sweeten the pot and close deals with legal clients. Helen’s flexibility and core strength were almost unparalleled by anyone else I’d known before my new life.

Both her hands closed around my dick and continued to stroke it, keeping a gentle but firm grip on my member to keep the right amount of pressure. She closed in on me, and I enjoyed the sensation of her naturally full breasts brushing against my chest as she pushed her face into the nape of my neck. Her lips pressed against my skin there as she continued to stroke. Chills rolled along my skin where she kissed, like ripples across a pond after a stone hits the surface.

My hands slid off the shower’s wet stone wall as I wrapped my arms around Helen’s back, pulling her chest tighter into mine as I pressed my cheek into hers. I dug my fingertips into her traps and whispered again, “Fuck!”

Helen’s lips slid to my ear, grazing it as she said, “Cum for me, baby. I want a handful of your warm cum so we can eat it for breakfast.”

Eyes growing wide, I wondered what the ‘we’ meant, but it was too late to ask. I felt myself erupt under Helen’s ministrations, and my dick began to pulse as shot after shot of my seed ejected into the palm hovering over the tip of my dick.

She pulled back and pressed her lips to mine in a gentle kiss, humming into the mouth as I continued to pour my load into her palm, and the shower washed over our bodies. We continued making out, tongues swabbing each other’s mouths as it got more sloppy. Helen ran her tongue up my chin, sucked on both my lips, and then licked across both before plunging her tongue back into my mouth.

Sucking my bottom lip between both of hers, she began to slowly pull back until I finally broke free and then gave me a positively feline smile. “Thank you for this gift, Marcus.” Helen turned and stepped out from under the shower, both hands cupping my jism. She stopped at the shower door and turned to look back at me. “Would you mind getting the door? My hands are a little full.”

We’d already showered and bathed each other thoroughly, getting the chores out of the way before we played, but I was a little surprised she wasn’t giving me a chance to return the favor. I’d actually been looking forward to tasting her. Helen rarely disappointed, though, so I shut off the water, opened the shower door, and we both emerged into the steam-filled bathroom.

“And the other one?” Helen said, nodding to the shut bathroom door. “Open it slowly, please. It’ll give her time. We’ve been pushing her a little hard lately.”

Understanding, I rattled the doorknob before slowly opening it. Helen stepped through first, and I followed.

Bobbi knelt on the floor next to the bed; her head was bowed, and her eyes cast to the floor. Her hands were resting on her thighs, and her back was straight, so her breasts were thrust out. They were pale teardrops of soft flesh capped with pretty pink nipples that stood fully erect. Her honey-brown hair was pulled over one shoulder like a silky sheet as if she’d already spent time brushing it. She was fully nude except for the collar that graced her throat—an expensive piece of dark material that was linked to mine and Helen’s phones. It allowed us to monitor her vitals, cause it to vibrate, adjust the tightness, and display custom messages across the front. It currently said ‘Painslut’ across the front.

This was far from the creature I knew a month and a half ago. Bobbi Nanford was a shrill, defiant, obnoxious mess of a person no one liked. The one exception was her old boss, Gina, who had only befriended her because she needed to have a partner in crime. They’d both been caught embezzling the company I used to work for and now owned. I fired Gina and hadn’t heard a word from her since she’d left the building with a box full of her stuff.

I had different plans for Bobbi. I gave her a choice—prison or a different line of work, and she chose the latter. It had been a painful process for both of us, but thanks largely to Helen, who seemed to have a knack for domination, Bobbi fell in line. In fact, she’d fallen in line so hard that when I decided to try and let her go, she attacked me for suggesting it. I didn’t fully understand the crazy, mercurial woman ... I wasn’t sure I ever would.

Helen approached the submissive kneeling in front of us, crouched in front of her, and cupped the younger woman’s chin in one hand. She forced Bobbi to raise her head and look up at her, giving both of us a look at Bobbi’s beautiful, slate-colored eyes as she looked up at us. Her gaze darted back and forth between us, and she licked her lips, her nostrils flaring as her breathing quickened. I’d known her long enough now to know she wasn’t scared ... just nervous.

“I brought you breakfast, pet,” Helen purred, bringing the hand containing most of my cum to Bobbi’s lips. “Open up.”

The submissive’s head moved fractionally as if she were about to turn away, and I saw her lips tighten as she pursed them slightly—Bobbi wasn’t a big fan of tasting fluids. If I were being honest, it did my heart good to see that she wasn’t completely broken to our wills. I still disliked my former co-worker. Undoing a year’s tension and resentment would take a long time. A dark part of me enjoyed seeing her snap back on occasion, knowing that deep down under the layers of training and reinforcement, the defiant woman I’d dreamed of bending over my knee so many times was still there.

Fortunately, roughly a month’s worth of training immediately quelled the knee-jerk reaction. Someone who didn’t know Bobbi as well as me might not have noticed the small act of rebellion. She parted her lips, and I enjoyed the sight of my cum slowly slipping from Helen’s palm and being sucked up by Bobbi.

“That’s it, kitten,” Helen encouraged. “Swallow it all.”

Bobbi would never enthusiastically enjoy eating cum, so when her actions became more enthusiastic, I guessed it had to do more with Helen’s encouragement rather than the taste. She didn’t settle for simply receiving what Helen gave her. Bobbi’s tongue snaked out and ran up Helen’s palm, scooping up the remaining fluids clinging to her mistress. The thick substance coated her tongue as it curled back in her mouth, and Helen rewarded her by running her fingers through the girl’s hair.

“That’s my good girl,” Helen crooned, and I enjoyed a rare sight of Bobbi breaking out into a small smile as she looked up at her mistress. God ... it really was a shame that Bobbi was such a bitch; she had such a beautiful smile.

“She’s come a long way,” I said, talking to Helen as if Bobbi wasn’t even there.

Helen smiled, taking my words as a compliment more than anything. She turned and walked toward the head of the bed, letting her fingers trail over the top of Bobbi’s grown for a moment. Helen bent over, giving me a beautiful display of her lovely, rounded ass as she retrieved a coil of what looked like a black cord off the floor. One end had some sort of plug on it. She looked over at me, her blue eyes shining with mirth as she caught me staring at her ass. Then she slowly straightened, giving me even more of a show.

“She really has,” Helen said as she wrapped the cord around her fingers. “Her oral skills have certainly improved.” She returned to Bobbi and attached one end of the cord to the collar. The plug snapped into place in a specific roughly dead center as if they were both connected by magnets—it was a leash that doubled as a charger for the collar she wore. Now that it was attached, Helen tugged on the cord, encouraging Bobbi to rise to her feet. The submissive complied.

Helen gathered the smaller woman in her arms and kissed her. There was nothing sweet about it. The older blonde took the younger blonde as if she had every right to claim her. Technically, I guess she did. Bobbi had given herself to me willingly, and I’d at least partially given her to Helen.

The older woman immediately broke the heated kiss, holding Bobbi’s jaw firmly in one hand as she inspected the smaller woman. “She’s lost a few more pounds,” Helen said. She casually turned, still holding Bobbi’s face in her hands, and casually shoved her into me. “What do you think?”

Bobbi ran into me, a little grunt escaping her lips as she came to a sudden halt, and I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her firmly against me as my hands began exploring her body. My pet had never been anything near overweight, but Helen was right. The little amount of padding that stretched over her abdomen was slightly less. It was subtle, but Bobbi felt more solid ... more substantial.

I spun her in my arms, grabbed her by the hair, and stared down into her bright blue/gray eyes. I could still see the heat in them, buried deep down under whatever layers of devotion had been instilled in her over the last month and a half since Helen, and I had taken her in my office at Marduke. Her jaw still clenched sometimes when she looked at me as defiance would flash across those bright eyes. That was good. It’s what I wanted.

Pulling firmly on her hair, I forced her head back and took the opportunity to lay a few kisses along her neck while my hands still roamed around her naked body. “She has,” I said after running my fingers down her silky neck. “Tara’s good.”

Helen’s hips swayed enticingly back and forth on the bed as she walked away from us. She placed a knee on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, her pendulous breasts swaying with each movement as she climbed on the bed. I spun Bobbi back around so she could appreciate the sight I was enjoying and slid my hand down her abdomen, further down over her silky smooth mons. Helen had been working to keep Helen smooth for the first few weeks, but while we were on the trip, she ordered the supplies necessary to perform hair removal, and it’d been a wild success. Now, my kitten was completely bald between her legs, as I requested. I slid a middle finger into her pussy, noting that it was already coated.

My lawyer stretched out on the bed with a feline grace few could achieve and spread her legs. “Marcus ... I’m so horny. Could you quit teasing that little slut, come over here, and give her a show?”

My dick was at half-mast and was getting harder by the minute. Unfortunately, I had an appointment to keep. “Fuck, Helen. You don’t make this easy, do you? I have an appointment to keep in a few minutes. Will this do?”

I shoved Bobbi onto the bed, and she landed on the mattress on her stomach. She knew the drill by now and climbed to her hands and knees, crawling forward between Helen’s legs. I walked beside her next to the bed, watching the woman I used to know as an obnoxious, useless drama queen approach her mistress’ folds with the intent of going down on her. She paused and looked at me as if she were about to say something in protest, but she seemed to give up on whatever was formulating in her mind. The ferocity in her eyes started to fade, and she stared back down at Helen’s cunt, contemplated for a few more seconds, and then began eating my beautiful blonde lawyer out.

“Oh fuck,” Helen breathed. “I guess...”

She dropped a hand on the back of Bobbi’s head, gently pressing the younger woman further into her snatch. “I guess she’ll have to do. It’s nothing compared to that beautiful cock, though. Mmm ... I wanted to turn Bobbi on and tease her all day...”

I leaned over and pressed my lips to Helen’s, my tongue dipping into her mouth briefly to make contact with her, and we shared a kiss. God ... how could this woman inspire so much lust in me? How could she turn a relatively straight woman into a pussy-hungry little slut?

Helen VanCamp truly was a witch.

Breaking the kiss, I straightened and palmed one of her breasts in my hand, kneading it softly and watching as Helen’s eyes fluttered closed. Her manicured fingers traced random patterns over her skin as she enjoyed Bobbi’s handiwork. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, and she chewed on it.

I gave her breast one more squeeze before letting it go and retrieving my clothes from off the floor where I’d left them before entering the bathroom. I quickly dressed to Helen’s soft moans and an occasional grunt from kitten’s efforts. Once finished getting dressed, I stopped near Bobbi, grabbed her hair into a fist, and pulled Bobbi’s mouth away from Helen’s cunt.

The older blonde’s eyes opened halfway, and her lips quirked into a half smile, trusting that I would return her plaything to her when I was done. I leaned in, kissed Bobbi’s cheek, and then looked at her. She was side-eying me, and her pink tongue darted out from her lips nervously.

“Take care of your mistress, pet,” I said and gave her another kiss on the cheek. “If I hear you haven’t treated her well, there’ll be hell to pay.”

Then I shoved her back between Helen’s legs, where she picked up where she left off.

“Mmm,” Helen moaned.

“Enjoy yourself. Maybe we can pick this up later.”

“We better,” Helen sighed. “I won’t be able to have your cock anymore after tomorrow.”

“Helen,” I said, swatting Bobbi’s upturned ass once just hard enough to get her attention. She jumped a little and started to rise from between the older woman’s legs, but I shoved her back into place. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you get out of here without pumping another load inside of you.”

She gasped, her eyes sliding open again as she bit down on her lip. “God, Marcus...”

I approached the head of the bed and planted another kiss on her lips. “Be back soon,” I whispered and pecked them once more. Then I left the sounds of Helen’s pleasure. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jon next to the door, hands folded in front of him as he waited patiently.

“How’s the soundproofing in here?” I asked him as we walked down the hall.

“It’s pretty bad,” he said. “I know you were up pretty late.”

I could feel my cheeks heat slightly. “Ah ... just you?”

“I’m pretty sure everyone knows, sir.”

“Well,” I said as I walked down the hall. “This place has other strengths.”

The room I walked into a few minutes later had dark wood trim and paneling on the walls, complementing the stone. A massive fireplace dominated one side—large enough to build a fire that could burn almost as high as I was tall, and a low fire was crackling inside. Bookshelves lined the opposite wall, displaying the spines of old tomes in various conditions and giving it the air of belonging to a well-studied individual from the 19th century. Across from where I’d entered was a large window covered mainly by heavy crimson curtains. Light teased through the slit where the two panels met.

Three people were already present as Jon and I entered—a man who appeared in his late forties or early fifties wearing what was probably his best suit and a woman a handful of years younger wearing an equally remarkable blouse, jacket, and skirt combo. Time hadn’t been kind to the man, who enjoyed beer too much, judging by his mid-section. He had basset-hound eyes, a fringe of iron-gray hair around the sides and back of his head with nothing on top, and a face with as many creases and lines as a twenty-year-old dollar bill. The woman wouldn’t have stood out in a crowd with her plain features and hair pulled back in a severe bun, reminding me of a caricature of a strict German Frau. I’d met her yesterday when we toured the castle. She was a real estate broker named Isla Fraser.

The other person in the room was Vikram. He looked good in his crisp white shirt and dark blue tie, and I noticed a black jacket draped over a nearby chair. In the middle of taking a sip of coffee, he ended it prematurely as I entered and set his cup on the table next to him, where it looked like he’d been perusing an intimidating collection of documents. “Mr. Upton!”

“How’s it going in here?” I asked, appreciating the grays and browns of the stonework while slowly stepping further into the room.

“It’s going. This is Mr. Groat. He’s from the local Chamber of Commerce. We’re just reviewing some of the rules for the purchase, but if everything checks out, we should be ready to close by the end of the day if you’re still interested.”

“Great,” I said. “I am.” I pointed toward the curtained window. “You mind if I open this?”

“Of course,” Vikram said.

I approached the window, grabbed the curtains, and threw them back. With a satisfying whooshing sound, I was gifted with a breathtaking view of the Scottish highlands across a beautiful blue lake. From the fourth floor of the castle-turned-hotel, it felt like I could see for miles.

A castle ... I was buying a freaking castle. As I gazed at the small kingdom that was about to be mine, I thought about what all had transpired to lead me to this moment.

Things had taken an interesting turn over the last two and a half weeks since I met my half-brother at the Catskills. Not long after kicking Tyler and his entourage out of my house, my backup security arrived and performed a close inspection of the place, concentrating on my grandfather’s office. Meanwhile, the girls and I made ourselves at home as much as we could. Thanks to the generosity of Tyler’s friends, there was plenty of food on the grill ready for us to eat, and we all enjoyed an evening by the pool, staying well out of my security’s way while they combed the house.

Natalie opted to stay in her room for the rest of the night, so we didn’t hear anything from her, and I asked the others to leave her alone. I thought it best to give her some space. That didn’t stop me from putting a plate of food by the door in case she got hungry but didn’t want to show her face.

Wendy, the sick girl Natashya had taken care of, never joined us either. The Starlight dancer would occasionally go check on her to make sure she didn’t need an emergency room because of whatever she ingested, but she always came back reporting the young woman was peacefully asleep.

The night eventually ended with Natashya and Emily finding a room to crash in while Helen, Erin, Bobbi, and I found the master bedroom with a king-sized bed to pile on. I don’t have to tell you that the girls did an excellent job of helping me take my mind off my troubles. If every night was like that, they’d put me into an early grave.

Since I was forced to stay up all night, I didn’t rise until well after ten the next day and was surprised to find I was the first one from our little group awake. I was even more surprised to see Natalie in the kitchen downstairs. She’d come to the house with Tyler, who’d been whisked away by his bodyguard, abandoning her. In fact, the only vehicle left was my helicopter, leaving her return to civilization in my hands.

The two of us managed to find enough in the pantry for coffee and breakfast as we talked. Everything was still fresh for her, so she was hesitant to open up about Tyler, but as time went on and I made it apparent that I wasn’t interested in pushing her for answers, we fell back into the comfort of our old friendship. Eventually, she became comfortable enough to inject Tyler into the conversation here and there. When I finally worked up to asking why she fell into a relationship with him so quickly, she confessed that the money and my sudden change in circumstances freaked her out. She’d said as much when I asked her not to go with Tyler in her office but did a better job this time of explaining the intricacies of her feelings.

Near the end of our alone time, Natalie and I felt comfortable enough to have a frank conversation. I confessed that I still had feelings for her. Still, I felt a little betrayed when she jumped into a relationship so quickly during the exploration of our own possibilities between us. I told her I wished she had taken the time to discuss her insecurities with me and my situation. She apologized for how she handled things and admitted that she still felt something for me but needed time to process what she’d just gone through. In the end, we agreed to continue being friends for now, and we would see what was possible down the road. It did my heart good to hear her talk trash about Tyler.

Eventually, the rest of the ladies joined us, and we headed back to New York. I even gave the sick girl a ride back. Wendy turned out to be a nice girl who had only recently hooked up with a guy named Mike—the guy I’d been calling Shaggy. The fact that Mike had allowed his friends access to her while she was inebriated and then abandoned her was plenty of reason to write him off, and she was very grateful for the ride back. When we landed at the airport, Wendy put her number in my phone, kissed me on the cheek, and told me to call her sometime. Judging by the look on her face, Natalie wasn’t thrilled to witness Wendy’s gratitude. She’d have to get over it. I still had a special place in my heart for Natalie, but she had no claim over me.

Helen arranged transportation for Wendy and Natalie while Erin finalized preparations for our departure. She’d taken yesterday’s suggestion about going to Amsterdam seriously. Quinn was already at the airport with a fully fueled plane, and Shea was on board with a stocked cabin. She wasn’t alone. I found Tara strapped into a seat and reading a book.

Erin had taken the initiative to bring Tara because she wasn’t sure how long we would be in Europe. It made sense to bring my personal trainer so I wouldn’t become complacent and undo the work I’d started to get in better shape. Have I mentioned that Erin is an absolute godsend?

The trip to Amsterdam was relatively uneventful. Helen found out about Shea’s experience with Bobbi and borrowed both of them so they could reenact their meeting. While they were enjoying each other, Erin and I arranged for business to continue while we were irresponsible world travelers.

First, I talked to Jessica. She was scheduled to arrive at the apartment building later today, and I wasn’t going to be there for her arrival as initially intended. Since Erin, Tara, Natashya, and Emily were with me, there weren’t a lot of options for people to handle Jessica’s setup. I mean, any of my security could have handed her a key to her new apartment, but as far as showing her around and giving her an idea of what needed to be done, no one from security seemed to fit. My assistant finally suggested Camille since she would still be living in the apartment building and making daily visits to my apartment to ensure those on security detail would get fed.

My French-born chef was all too happy to assist me, making heavy implications that I would have to repay her in other ways for performing duties outside of what I had hired her to do. I was still confused that my chef kept throwing herself at me when her husband could have cut glass with his jawline. Seriously ... he looked like he could have been Captain Norway. I asked Erin about Camille’s advances, but she simply gave me a mysterious smile and said that it wasn’t for her to say. I tried pressing her but relented when she asked me not to make her tell me. Knowing Erin and Camille, I would find out eventually.

I could tell Jessica wasn’t happy when I told her I wouldn’t be there to greet her. She seemed extra quiet when I told her that I would be in Europe for a little while and made a half-hearted joke about not being invited. I didn’t take the bait. I still wasn’t over the fact that she’d cheated on me, and I didn’t want to reward her weak attempt at manipulation.

My next conversation was with Charity. She was supposed to move into the apartment building at some point soon, and I wanted to make sure that was still happening. She assured me that she would be a fool to not take my offer and asked if she could take the week to rest a little more in Nevada and fly out next week. I told her I might be out of town but that it would be fine. Someone would let her into her apartment, and she could buy whatever she needed at my expense. Like Jess, she was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be there to greet her personally. She confessed that she was looking forward to finishing what we started in her bedroom. I promised to make it up to her.

Then I called Julia and arranged for her to spend time with Charity. The reporter promised to provide my new PR officer with a crash course on public relations and take the influencer under her wing. Julia was confident that they could get started on her education this week.

After checking in with Chandler Grayson and Karl Yunger, I decided to stretch my legs by seeing what everyone else was up to. That’s when I found Helen and Shea lying on a bed, softly talking to each other while Bobbi was dozing in a fetal position between them. Damp hair clung to all three faces from the sweat coating their bodies. Erin announced that she was right behind me by brushing past me, grabbing my wrist, and dragging me into the room to give the three exhausted women a show. She moved so quickly that I didn’t get a chance to shut the door, and I swear I saw Natashya peeking around the corner at least twice.

And Tara.

Tara amused me. I’d seen her hovering near where I had discovered the girls resting in the aftermath of their sapphic threesome. It was apparent she was very interested in whatever they were doing, but she had not received any kind of invitation from them to enter into the circle of intimacy that clearly existed among everyone else. I caught her eying all of the women on the plane, but she seemed especially interested in Erin and Emily, which was interesting because my assistant and sister were a study in contrasts. Erin was petite with smaller breasts. She was slender, had a bronzed complexion, dark eyes, silver hair, and was a succubus in human form.

Meanwhile, Emily was tall, with large, natural tits. She was more curvy than my assistant, with fair skin, shockingly light gray eyes, dark brown hair, and was a sweet, serial monogamist. Apparently, Tara’s type was anyone who could be considered objectively hot and had tits.

I was upfront with them about my ulterior motive of flying to Amsterdam, telling them that according to Henry Psalter, that’s where Roger was. Chloe immediately protested, suggesting that while Roger wasn’t particularly deadly on his own, he was working with people who were dangerous enough to snatch him out from under her nose. Emily and Shea agreed with Chloe. Erin and Natashya defended my decision by pointing out that I wasn’t planning to become John Wick and pursue the man personally. I simply wanted a front row to the action. Helen wasn’t crazy about the idea that I might endanger myself by personally chasing after Roger, but the vindictive part of her enjoyed the possibility of seeing Roger’s face after being cornered. Tara was neutral and said that as long as they weren’t being shot at or kidnapped, it would be fine. Bobbi simply sat in silence, which was fine. She didn’t get a say.