The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 14: Let’s Go Home
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Let’s Go Home - Marcus and the others are no longer just surviving the world—they’re shaping it. Erin has always known what she wants. Now she’s orchestrating it. Helen is learning that submission isn’t surrender. Bobbi, stripped of her old identity, stands at a crossroads. New women cross his path. Old ones return. Some hand him their heart. Some, a leash. Some, a knife in the back. And then there are the ones waiting for him to stumble. It's hard to rest when you have a target painted on your back.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow Violence
Thursday, September 12th, 1:23 pm
The whiskey washed over my tongue, a smoky symphony of flavors that mingled and reminded me that there were good things to drink in this world besides water.
I hadn’t realized how sore I’d gotten from the past few days ... or how tired I was. It wasn’t just a feeling of lack of quality sleep. It was a deep, bone-weary exhaustion after several days of hard labor ... something that simple sleep couldn’t cure. Only a long rest would do that.
I hadn’t thought I would return to the States in need of a vacation from my vacation.
Taking my last sip of whiskey, I peered out the window and enjoyed the view—puffy white clouds blanketed the expanse underneath, and a bright, cheery sun hovered about twenty degrees above them. I’d always enjoyed the sight of the clouds below me; it provided a small thrill to see something that had always existed overhead now stretched out beneath me. It was especially comforting now, reminding me that humanity had overcome and risen above the limits of nature—a nice reminder after days of wet and cold in the forest.
“That went quick,” Emily said.
I looked from the window to my sister, who was eyeing me with concern.
“Sorry,” I said, remembering that she was an addict. “I should’ve moved.”
Emily shook her head, “No ... you’re fine. I’m just worried about you.”
“I’m surprisingly okay,” I said. “It’s just nice to sit in a chair and not worry about getting hunted down.”
“Nat,” Emily said to the girl sitting next to her. “Would you get him another whiskey?”
Natashya peered up from the book she’d just settled in to start reading. True to form, the wild, bohemian beauty had shed her shoes and curled up in her seat, tucking her bare feet underneath.
She looked from Emily to me, her inviting lips creeping into a mischievous smile. “What? Am I to be his flight attendant? I suppose Emily will be your bodyguard?”
I shot her a look severely lacking in amusement, and Emily looked at her, her expression saying, Did you really just say that?
Natashya’s smile faltered. “Sorry. That was in poor taste.”
She slid off her seat, gave me a smile that was more sweet than sassy, and plucked my glass from my hand. She leaned in and pressed her lips to my forehead. They felt warm against my skin and reminded me that we had once been intimate. Regularly. I could still remember vividly how she tasted ... the way her mouth felt on mine. The way those lips felt around my member. There was an involuntary hitch in my breath that I was sure both ladies heard.
Then she straightened, gave me a knowing look, and vanished down the corridor.
Emily’s pale gray eyes lingered on mine, and something besides concern had creeped into the look she gave me. She knew I still had a thing for her girlfriend, and it bothered her—a mixture of jealousy, insecurity, and ... confusion.
Confusion because my sister and I had the same lover. Even though it was mostly at different times, it was strange enough. It was made weirder by the fact that there had been some overlap.
But that wasn’t all.
We weren’t technically related, but we grew up together through a marriage between her dad and my mom. We shared two half-brothers, but Emily and I were adoptive siblings, and Natashya’s involvement with both of us sparked an undefined tension that put a lot of weight on that word—adoptive.
I stared into those wide, expressive eyes and glanced at those full, lush lips—the bottom one was caught between her teeth as she stared at me.
I was the first to look away, losing some proverbial game of chicken that I wasn’t even sure we were playing.
Maybe the forest hadn’t been all bad.
No ... the forest had been very bad.
Wednesday, September 11th, early afternoon
There were fifteen men in Psalter’s group. All of them were dressed just alike—in non-descript black tactical gear with various tools and armaments strapped to them. Psalter and I watched them work. He was making sure his directions were followed. I was still trying to keep my lungs in my chest from all the smoke I inhaled.
Some of the men were stacking the bodies of Tanaka’s mercenaries and stripping them of anything valuable, including their outfits. Others were already gathering the supplies Chloe and I had scrounged for and were undoing all the hard work we had put into our shelter. Two of them were carefully trying to extract Astrid from the wreckage. They had already given her something to knock her out and immediately set to work using specialized equipment to cut her free while trying to keep the damage to a minimum. The estimated time it would take was roughly two hours.
Psalter didn’t think we had that kind of time.
He pushed hard for me to remain with the team working on Astrid while he and his troops went to the cabin, but I wasn’t hearing any of it. Of course, I knew better than to think I would be any help compared to thirteen highly-trained soldiers handpicked by Henry, but if there were a chance that I could do anything to tip the scales in our favor, I would seize it.
Plus, I needed to know Chloe and Shea were safe. I liked Shea. In fact, I really liked Shea. She was a gorgeous woman with a calming spirit and a kind disposition, and we enjoyed each other’s company more times than I could count. I couldn’t sleep with someone and spend that much time with them, only to not develop a connection. If Tanaka killed her, I wouldn’t only feel guilty ... I’d be devastated.
Chloe, on the other hand...
Like I said, I liked Shea, but we were never anything more than good friends with benefits. I’d never seen her as someone with whom I shared something deep and special ... possibly romantic.
That wasn’t the case with Chloe. I felt something ... something primal and real, and I knew she did, too. If something happened to Chloe, I’d never be able to forgive myself.
No. Henry Psalter would have had to tie me up and lock me in a box to keep me from coming with them.
So, the fifteen of us walked the ten minutes needed to get to a small patch of bald land where a black helicopter sat. It looked state-of-the-art and very expensive ... just like everything Psalter’s team carried.
“Oh, it’s exhorbitent, but it’s yours,” Psalter said as we loaded on the chopper. “It’s custom-made based on the Black Hawk airframe. Retractable landing gear, reduced IR signature, EM masking, and the latest in rotor noise reduction. USSOC special order. I used to play bridge with the current Deputy Minister of Strategic Resources for Saudi Arabia. He helped me get a good deal. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to itemize everything on the invoice for you.”
Before I could respond, Psalter left me to talk to one of the crew as we lifted off, and my attention was suddenly split between the fact that Chloe and Shea were in danger and that I was now the proud owner of a state-of-the-art military-grade stealth helicopter.
“We should be there in a little less than ten minutes,” he said, returning to my side. “On the way, I’ll fill you in on our plans for taking the cabin.”
I nodded. Ten minutes was better than the three or more hours it had taken Chloe each day.
Hang in there, Chloe. We’re coming...
Thursday, September 12th, 1:45 pm
My phone buzzed, pulling me out of whatever trance I’d been stuck in, and I felt my cheeks heat when I looked at it.
A single image of a naked woman sitting in an expensive-looking office chair graced the screen. Her legs were spread until her thighs were pressed against the chair’s armrests, and there was an unmistakable wet spot roughly the size of a quarter glistening on the rich, brown leather. Her face wasn’t in view, but a hint of choker-style collar at the neck was a dead giveaway.
Anyway, it had her name at the top of the screen.
But I didn’t need the collar or the name to know who it was. I would have recognized Helen’s body anywhere. Her dusky pink/brown nipples, the way her natural breasts rested against her chest, and the position of each tiny freckle that occasionally dotted creamy skin ... I could have identified Helen’s body by touch alone.
The message under the image said, It’s back in, sir. Feel free to send me another message anytime.
Despite my melancholy, I couldn’t help laughing.
The phone showed her typing, and I waited patiently for it to arrive. When it did, it read, “Please don’t be too hard on me for taking it out without your permission. I know I disobeyed, but I tried very hard to be a good girl.
I shifted in my seat, crossing a leg to hide my growing erection so that Emily wouldn’t get a show.
I wasn’t in the mood to flirt like that after everything that happened, but I couldn’t deny the effect Helen was having on me, either. Her beautiful body, her submission, and calling herself a ‘good girl’ when she was technically old enough to be my mother ... it was all incredibly hot. I would have eaten it up if the circumstances had been different.
“What is it?” Emily asked, unable to hide her curiosity.
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Just Helen.”
She eyed my phone suspiciously, then I noticed her eyes dart to my crotch before looking back at me.
“Mm-hm,” she said with a knowing smirk. “Kid-friendly message?”
“I wouldn’t give a kid this phone if my life depended on it,” I said.
There were too many naked selfies on it. They would’ve sent me straight to jail.
“Your phone probably needs its own MPAA rating,” Emily agreed.
My phone buzzed again. This time, it was Jonah. It was a picture of him and Honey eating at a restaurant. They looked like they were having fun. The message read, Hey, man. I just heard that your helicopter was shot out of the sky, you spent a few days in a forest, and that you’ve been rescued. I found out about the whole story ten minutes ago. I’m glad you’re okay, and I can’t wait to see you again.
I had to admit ... it was nice to see so many messages from people telling me they were glad I was okay. Seeing the outpouring of love from people like Derrick, Kwan, Rose, Mom, Dad, Richie, and others—old friends and more recent ones—made me choke up a little. I hadn’t heard anything from Jacob, but Haley, his wife, texted me that I needed to visit my nephew soon.
Money wasn’t the only thing I had an abundance of.
“So,” Emily went on, “Helen has a way to track you besides using your phone’s location? Is that how they were able to find you?”
“Helen doesn’t,” I said, not wanting anyone to think that Helen had some special way to reach me. That could have put a target on her back. “I have a service that keeps track of me. Helen just made sure they were just doing their job.”
“That was money well spent,” Emily said. She smiled at Natashya as her girlfriend returned with a fresh drink. I took it gratefully as she took her seat.
“Did I miss anything?” Natashya asked.
“Marcus was just saying that the company Chloe worked for did a great job tracking him down.”
The company Chloe worked for.
I felt my stomach drop in a way that had nothing to do with turbulence, and judging by the look on Emily’s face, she knew she hit a sore spot.
I took a sip of my whiskey and looked back out the window. “They did a fantastic job,” I said, agreeing with Emily.
Wednesday, September 11th, early afternoon
“Where is everyone?” I whispered, staring at the cabin from the forest. The clearing around the cabin was minimal—just enough to provide space for a couple of helicopters and a shed around the back. It was modest-sized and looked like it had been built in the past ten years. Rough-hewn timbers lined a porch, and there was a sturdy front door with an oval of glass set inside it that had a colored pattern. The whole thing was hardly worthy of the moniker ‘cabin,’ and reminded me of wealthy people trying to play at the idea of roughing it. I think they called it ‘glamping.’
It wasn’t what I expected, considering how much of a badass Astrid turned out to be. She kept her grace and poise while being stuck under a wrecked helicopter. Not only that, but most of the time, she’d been able to shrug off the pain as if it weren’t that big of a deal. And then there was her shooting. I’d been distracted, but it wouldn’t have surprised me to learn that every bullet she shot found its target.
My image of her had been that of a Norwegian princess, coming from wealth and prestige with minimal experience in anything besides navigating social situations and business. Our days together peeled back Astrid’s layers. They suggested there was more to her than just being the daughter of wealthy parents, so when I went to see the cabin, I had painted a picture of a simple structure that barely had electricity or running water. I imagined it would be something more fitting for Norwegian Annie Oakley.
I shouldn’t have been surprised at how modern and beautiful the building looked. After all, Astrid had managed to maintain her composure and beauty so well.
“You said there were only a handful of men left.” Psalter pointed out.
His dark eyes scanned the building with such an intensity that I was sure he could have painted a picture from memory after a quick glance.
“Yeah, but I figured we would see something,” I said.
“With so few left, they’re all likely inside. Maintaining cover is their best defense ... especially with the hostages.”
“Where’s Chloe?”
Henry looked at me, his lips compressed and slightly turned down, and I could tell my questions put him off. “I’ve been here as long as you.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s fine. Just give us a moment to assess.”
We’d discussed the possibilities of saving the hostages. According to Ryo Tanaka’s profile, Henry had stated that the guy likely didn’t pay enough attention to his men to recognize their faces, and he was counting on that for his main plan. That had been to present some of his men—the ones he’d purposefully brought with Japanese-American heritage—as Tanaka’s. They and another of his men who closely resembled me would try to convince their employer that they had captured Marcus Upton after days of hunting.
The other two plans were to get a line of sight to assassinate Tanaka or smoke them out. Both plans presented serious concerns and limitations, making the fake soldiers plan the best.
Except for one big problem.
“That’s great, but according to Chloe, he’s a loose cannon. Maybe he won’t know his own guys’ faces, but I’m a little more important to him. What if he takes one look at your guy and shoots him in the face because he’s not me? What if he kills the other hostages just because he’s pissed off?”
“It’s a calculated risk that we’re going to have to take,” Psalter said.
“Shea’s in there. Chloe could be, too, for all I know. I’m not risking their lives on a calculated risk.”
“Do you have another suggestion?” Psalter asked.
“I go in there alone.”
“Absolutely not,” Henry said.
“He won’t kill me,” I said.
“He shot you out of the air with an RPG,” Henry replied dryly.
“And since then, he’s royally fucked up. He’s lost his ride and can’t call for backup because his dad will know he’s failing. Killing me might appease Hiro, but it doesn’t solve the problem of them being stuck in the middle of the forest surrounded by people who want to kill him.”
“You have no leverage.”
“You said it yourself,” I pointed out. “I have a helicopter.”
“You’ll give him the helicopter in exchange for the hostages?”
“It’s a sweet ride. He’ll have a hard time saying no.”
“And then we can just ... what? Buy another and wait for someone to fly out to us?”
“You’re on the clock, and I’m paying you. Do you have somewhere else to be?”
“I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you if you step inside that door,” Psalter said. The look on his face was so serious that I had a hard time not being intimidated. Like he said, though ... I’d been shot out of the sky and hunted for the last several days. I’d also had sex with Chloe. Psalter could try to intimidate me.
“Tell you what ... if I die, you’re off the hook. I won’t sue.”
He stared at me for an uncomfortably long moment, then held up his phone. “Say it into the microphone. I want the recording to be unmistakable.”
Thursday, September 12th, 2:34 pm
“Hey, Boss.”
That voice—the moment I heard it, it was like a balm for my soul.
I tore my eyes from the window to look into my assistant’s rich, brown eyes.
She was so goddamn beautiful that I felt like my heart might break just looking at her.
Erin didn’t look at Emily or Natashya. She didn’t even acknowledge their presence. She simply ignored them as she slipped into my lap, straddling me and cupping my face in her hands as she often did.
“I think we’ll give you two some space,” Emily said, grabbing Natashya’s hand. The two of them got up and retreated from the area, disappearing around the corridor to God knows where.
It was just me and Erin.
She leaned in and placed her lips on mine. The kiss was closed-lipped, soft, and full of sympathy and a promise of more when I was in the mood.
Whatever you need—whether it’s someone to fuck raw, or to hold you while you cry—I’m that someone. I always have been, and I always will be.
That’s what her kiss said.
Placing my hands lightly on her hips, I pulled her into me, and the kiss deepened. My way of returning the message: Thank you.
Wednesday, September 11th, early afternoon
“You are the biggest fool I’ve ever met,” Ryo Tanaka said as he leveled his gun at me.
Tanaka had been trying to hunt me down for days, and I had no clue what he looked like. My imagination kept running wild, picturing him as some kind of impeccably-dressed young Asian man with styled hair. He was probably a smooth talker with a charming smile.
Reality was a huge disappointment.
Sure, Hiro was a small-framed man, but I thought that might have something to do with his age. Looking at Ryo, it was probably more of a genetics thing.
Ryo Tanaka was a man roughly Erin’s height and build. He was far from dressed to impress, wearing a simple pair of jeans and an oversized graphic T-shirt. His hairline suffered from premature baldness, and I could see his scalp shining beneath the thinning patch on top of his head. It looked like he might end up with a fringe of hair and a shiny pate like his father. His face was a ruined battlefield that told of a lost war with teenage acne.
Fucking Christ... this was the man who had been after me for the past four or five days? I was positive that a single good punch could down this guy.
I almost felt insulted. No punching, though.
Ryo had a gun in my face, and his two goons had their rifles trained on me. That wasn’t nothing.
“Yeah,” I said in response to his insult. “I’ve heard that before.”
“You say you have the place surrounded. Why would you just walk through the door?”
“Because I don’t want any more of the hostages hurt,” I said. “I’ve got enough blood on my hands without you adding to it.”
I glanced down at Shea, who stared up at me with those big, dark eyes. She looked calm at a glance, but I could see concern leaking through that facade. A strip of white cloth had been tied around her head and forced between her lips. She looked relatively unharmed, save a large, dark bruise under her left eye.
I wanted to kill Ryo Tanaka for that.
My glance at Shea didn’t go unnoticed, and Ryo looked down at her and said, “That one ... she’s yours?”
“She works for me, yeah,” I said.
“She’s been a pain in my ass. We almost killed her first, after what your man did to my helicopter,” Ryo said. He looked back at me, “I should kill her right in front of you for the trouble you’ve caused.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Do that, and the deal’s off. She’s the main reason I’m here.”
Of course I didn’t want anyone else to die! There were supposed to be others in the house, but Shea was the only one I could see, and she was the main reason I walked through the door. I would have mourned the loss of anyone killed in the crossfire between me and the Tanakas, but Shea was one of mine.
Ryo stepped forward until he was well within my personal space. He was almost a foot shorter, so instead of putting the gun to my forehead, he pressed the barrel under my chin, and I could feel the gun metal dig into the soft part of my jaw just under my tongue.
He glared up at me. “I have a gun to your head. What do you have to offer?”
My stomach twisted into knots at the notion that it would be all over with a twitch of his finger. I could feel my bladder suddenly clench, begging to expel fluids. In Vegas, I had been blind, or left in the dark ... confused. When Chloe showed up, everything just happened so fast.
This was different. I’d never been so viscerally aware of how close my life was to ending. Thank God I managed to keep my bladder in check, and I think I did a credible job of keeping the terror off my face.
I couldn’t help swallowing, pushing my throat into the pistol’s barrel.
“I have a way out of here,” I said, casting my eyes down at him without moving my head.
“What do you mean?” Ryo asked, squinting up at me.
“My men showed up with a chopper. It’s yours for the low-low price of releasing the hostages. I’ll let you and your men walk out of here free and clear.”
“Bullshit!” he exclaimed, shoving the barrel even harder under my chin.
“I swear!” I said, tilting my face back a fraction.
“How do I know they won’t try to stop me the moment I release everyone?”
I was afraid he would ask that. I didn’t want to make the following suggestion, but that question was inevitable. I closed my eyes and tried to steel myself.
“You can keep me until you’re safely on the chopper.”
Tanaka’s eyes darted back and forth, and I pushed it a little harder when he didn’t have an immediate objection.
“I pay all the men out there. I’m way more valuable as a hostage, and they’ll be a lot less trigger-happy if I’m in the way.”
He still didn’t respond.
“The hostages go free, you get a way home, and my men get to bring me back to the US and get a big payday. Everyone’s happy.”
I felt the pressure of the gun barrel loosen. “What about our negotiation?”
I blinked at that. “You can’t be serious.”
“I came out here to negotiate a deal with you. I can’t go home empty-handed.”
“You tried to fucking kill me!”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.