The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 24: The Fifth Stroke
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 24: The Fifth Stroke - 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
I need you, I typed into my phone.
Mmmm ... that’s the kind of message a girl likes to hear, came the reply almost immediately.
I snorted. That’s not what I had meant, but a little extra flattery went a long way.
Good, I replied. Because I’m not letting you go. You’re mine till you draw your last breath.
God, Marcus...
Come to the dungeon, I typed back. I need you to put on a little show with Bobbi. If it’s good, I promise you won’t regret it later.
I’m in the hot tub, but I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sir, Helen replied.
I slipped my phone into my pocket and stood, offering Natalie my hand. She hesitated a moment, then placed hers in mine. I helped her to her feet, but didn’t let go. She didn’t try to pull away; her fingers curled around mine and gave them a light squeeze.
“You sure you’re okay with this? If the mere thought of it makes you uncomfortable, there’s no reason to see it.” After Emily’s reaction to learning the details of my relationship with Bobbi, I didn’t relish the thought of having a repeat performance with Natalie.
“No,” Natalie said. “I want to.”
“Okay,” I said and still held her hand as I led her down the hall toward the dungeon. On the way, I passed the door to my office, where Erin would soon bring Phoebe. Our destination was only a few doors down from there, and within moments, we stood in front of a door that looked deceptively like all the others.
I took a deep breath. “What you’re about to see...”
I turned to take both Natalie’s hands in mine. “Just reserve judgment until you’ve given it a few minutes.”
Natalie gave me an inquisitive look. “Are you about to take me into your murder room?”
Her question dispersed some of my tension, and I chuckled. “I don’t have a murder room.”
“You’re not about to show me a dead body? You’re not starving anyone in a cage?”
That last question hit a little closer to home ... not just because of Bobbi, but also Ryo. I was literally holding a man hostage a couple of floors down. I didn’t know exactly how Psalter was entertaining our guest, but I doubted they were playing board games all day.
At least I wasn’t starving him.
“No,” I said.
“Then I should be fine.” I could still detect a hint of discomfort despite the reassuring half-smirk she gave me. “I’m not exactly completely innocent, you know.”
“I guess we’ll see,” I said, and opened the door.
As I leaned into the room, my eyes landed on Bobbi. She was straddling a Sybian near the edge of the cleared-out center, eyes wide in surprise. The moment she saw me, she fumbled for the controls, scrambling to turn the machine on.
“I was just taking a break!” She said as she engaged the switch. A low hum filled the air, muted by the noise-absorbing panels that lined the walls.
She sat straight, looking at me like a toddler caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. “I didn’t mean—”
Then she caught sight of who was with me.
Her wrath overtaking her, Bobbi’s slender form launched off the saddle, and she stalked toward us. She still wore the red and white bikini top, but the bottoms lay on the floor next to the machine. It left Bobbi completely bare waist-down, and the way the light hit the Sybian made the seat gleam, suggesting that my little kitten’s hairless slit was wet.
“You brought her!? Here!?” Bobbi demanded, her fists clenched as if she were ready to swing at Natalie as soon as she got within arm’s length. “Are you fucking serious!?”
Bobbi’s words immediately triggered me, and I took two steps into the room without even thinking. I stood in front of her as she quickly closed the distance between us, spine stiff. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Everything from the look on Bobbi’s face to her posture immediately changed. She came to a dead halt about four feet from me, looking more abashed than angry, though I could still see her seething just below that surface of shame.
“What makes you think you can take that tone with me?” I snapped again, meeting her glare for glare. “Have you learned nothing?”
A hand touched my shoulder, pulling me out of our staring contest. I turned my head enough to see Natalie standing just behind my left shoulder, her eyes darting back and forth between Bobbi and me. Every muscle in her body was tense and charged, as if the slightest irregularity could set her off and send her fleeing.
“Close the door,” I said reflexively, and internally winced, regretting not making it a request.
It didn’t matter. Natalie obeyed my order, taking a step back before turning to do as she was told. Her obedience made my dick twitch.
As she did, I turned my attention back to my pet. “What did I tell you to do?”
Bobbi glanced at Natalie.
“No! You’re talking to me,” I growled.
“Not to turn it off,” she said sullenly.
“That’s right. It’s bad enough you can’t follow a simple command, but now you talk to one of my guests like that?”
She didn’t reply. Her glare was slowly fading into something more sullen.
“Well!?” I barked. “Answer me!”
“I don’t want her here,” Bobbi said, her voice subdued, but still threaded with annoyance.
I closed the distance between us. “I don’t give a fuck what you want. Who I bring in here is my business. Who fucks you is my business.”
From my peripheral vision, I could see Natalie tense, startled at that last sentence.
Bobbi set her jaw in defiance. “Last time you said something like that, it was Astrid.”
A pang of guilt shot through me. Bobbi’s injuries after her session with Astrid had been superficial. By now, most of them were faded, but there were still a few residual marks—faint stripes and faded brown splotches that looked more like she was accident-prone than anything.
The guilt didn’t last long, though. Her haughty expression only served to piss me off. God ... just when I was starting to actually like Bobbi...
No one could get under my skin quite like her.
“Keep talking to me like that, and I’ll ship you back to her in a box,” I said.
Her jaw set in unvoiced defiance, but she shut up.
For now, that was enough for me.
I glanced back at Natalie, who was staring at her nearly nude former co-worker—the woman who had made her professional life a living hell for the better part of a year.
The look on her face was a complex mix of emotions, but two stood out more than any of the others.
The first was fear. She’d tried to play it cool, but being introduced to this room ... especially with Bobbi in here ... it was probably more than she anticipated, and definitely something she hadn’t expected to deal with tonight.
The other one was arousal. There was no doubt about the amorous gleam in her eyes as they traveled over Bobbi’s form. Natalie was still in her swimsuit sans the skirt, so I could see every twitch of her bare thighs as she absent-mindedly squeezed them together.
Her arousal amped mine exponentially.
“Kitten,” Natalie observed, staring at Bobbi’s collar. “What’s that?”
“Oh,” I said, turning my attention back to my pet. “That.”
I reached up and ran the back of one finger across Bobbi’s small, pointed chin. Then I began to walk, making a slow circuit around her as she stood rigid, muscles tense. “You want to tell her, or should I?”
Bobbi’s nostrils flared as she glared at Natalie, but she didn’t say anything.
“It’s her name now,” I said when it looked like Bobbi was going to explain. “She doesn’t answer to her old name unless she’s ordered to.” Stopping behind her, I leaned toward her just enough so she could see me in her peripheral vision. “Isn’t that right, kitten?”
Bobbi didn’t respond.
I studied Natalie, watching her as she took in everything happening. Despite putting on what I thought was a perfect act, I was nervous and felt regret bubbling beneath the surface. I wanted to explain—give her context, soften the edges. I was afraid she’d see only the cruelty, as though, without knowing the dynamics, she’d mistake my relationship with Bobbi for pathology.
But in providing context to Natalie, I was afraid of letting Bobbi see my vulnerability, which could possibly undo some of mine and Helen’s hard work.
On the other hand ... if Natalie wasn’t scared off by everything she’d seen so far, maybe she was at least a little into this. Perhaps she didn’t see it as cartoonish villainy after all. Come to think of it, she hadn’t even flinched in my office at Marduke—not when I implied the dynamic with Bobbi had a coercive edge.
Or perhaps she was just so into me that she was willing to give whatever this was a chance.
In the end, it didn’t matter. This was my life, and radical honesty was the reason I brought Natalie here. She’d either accept it, or we’d both have to walk away.
“Kneel,” I said, low enough to sound somewhat menacing, but loud enough that Natalie heard it. Her focus sharpened. When she shifted, her thighs slid together with just enough friction to once again betray her arousal.
Bobbi didn’t move.
Still behind her, I leaned in closer so my mouth hovered just next to her ear and spoke so softly that she was the only one who could hear. I kept my eyes on Natalie, though.
“Kitten, your mistress has been enjoying herself this evening. If she has to spend the rest of the party punishing you for disobeying me, I’m sure it will be ten ... fifteen times worse. I’m only going to say it once more. Kneel.”
A heartbeat passed, and none of Bobbi’s muscles so much as twitched as she continued to glare daggers at Natalie.
Why did Natalie trigger her so much? Did she hate being seen by someone who remembered who she once was? Was it embarrassment or shame?
Two heartbeats, and she still hadn’t moved.
Natalie’s eyes flickered from Bobbi to me—searching and unreadable.
Three heartbeats.
Bobbi’s knees bent as she slowly began to descend to the floor, finally obeying my command.
I tried not to look surprised as I placed my hand on the top of her head and started to complete my circuit around Bobbi.
“This isn’t the woman you used to know,” I said and looked back down at Bobbi, kneeling in front of me. I wondered what to do next.
It was so much easier to order Bobbi around with Helen present. My lawyer had been with me since the first moment I started breaking Bobbi. We were a team, and I’d spent more time with both of them together than I spent alone with the submissive.
The other thing was that with Helen, it was all raw and real. It was about power and desire—nothing more. Helen knew my vulnerabilities and had been supportive in helping me grow into the person I was becoming. She compensated for my shortcomings because she was aware of them and knew how to anticipate them.
With Natalie, this was all performative. I was trying to demonstrate that I was the perfect dom, and while I didn’t think I had made any massive blunders, I could feel how razor thin the line was, and even the slightest misstep could result in a dynamic I didn’t want with either of these beautiful women.
Now that I had Bobbi kneeling in front of me, I started to wonder whether I should stop while I was ahead or press things further. What would happen if I undid my fly and pulled out my cock? Would Bobbi swallow it in front of her former co-worker? The fact that I didn’t know meant that Bobbi still needed more training, and that I needed more experience.
Or what if something even worse than Bobbi’s refusal happened? What if Natalie felt betrayed by seeing Bobbi blowing me? It was one thing to introduce her to our relationship—that was already a lot, but was making my pet suck me off in front of her just a little too far for an introduction?
Still, both of them were watching me expectantly ... waiting for me to do something. Natalie had taken a couple of steps closer without saying a word. Her eyes simply flitted back and forth between me and my slave, her breathing shallow as she chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for what happened next.
A noise behind me drew all of our attention.
The door opened, and Helen stepped into the dungeon. Her cold blue eyes immediately darted from me, to Bobbi, and to my date. Her hair was damp, resembling the color of dark straw as it clung to her back and shoulders. She still wore her bathing suit, and I could see the moisture from the hot tub glisten on her fair skin.
“Oh,” she said, feigning surprise. “I didn’t know we had a guest.”
A third option had appeared.
Relief flooded me. I didn’t have to gamble after all. Or, at least ... I didn’t have to make as much of a gamble.
“Glad you could join us, Helen,” I said. My hand slipped off Bobbi’s head as I turned my attention away from her. “You remember Natalie, right?”
“Of course,” Helen said, smiling warmly at the other woman. She shut the door behind her, taking care to lock it before approaching and offering my old co-worker her hand. “You looked amazing on the dance floor. Have you had fun?”
“Um...” Natalie took Helen’s offered hand, but gave Bobbi another glance as she considered her answer. “It’s been ... interesting.”
Helen smirked. “I’ll bet it has.”
Helen gave me the briefest of glances, but I knew her well enough by now to recognize that she was assessing my state and trying to gauge how much intensity she should throw into her performance. She must have seen something in this entire scenario that sparked amusement—her lips curled into a half-smirk.
“Of course, you’ve met her,” Helen said, her eyes falling on Bobbi, still kneeling behind me.
“We’ve known each other for a long time,” Natalie said. “We haven’t always gotten along, though.”
Something about another woman’s presence in the room seemed to ease some of the tension for Natalie. Her breathing grew steady, and her tone became more conversational.
“Marcus told me that our kitten wasn’t well-liked by anyone at her old office,” Helen said, stepping between us to approach the reluctant submissive.
“She wasn’t,” Natalie admitted, “She was abrasive and not much of a worker. When she left, it was like a breath of fresh air in our department. Everyone was happy to see her leave.”
I was a little surprised by Natalie’s candor in Bobbi’s presence, and chalked it up to gaining confidence in seeing the way Helen talked about her.
Natalie must have noticed the unusual way she was talking about Bobbi and glanced between us, a touch of uncertainty blossoming in her features again. “I don’t know if anyone could have imagined anything like this happening to her.”
“I imagine not,” Helen said, looking down at her charge. She laid a soft hand on Bobbi’s cheek and the submissive, despite herself, pressed into Helen’s palm—a subtle movement. “I’m sure if you spent a little more time with her, now, you’d forgive her for how she treated you.”
Helen dragged her fingernails gently across Bobbi’s baby-smooth skin, almost as if she were an actual cat being shown affection. “She was just lost and directionless ... Marcus and I helped her find her way.”
She cut her startlingly blue eyes up at Natalie. “Are you here to watch? Or are you interested in more?”
Natalie’s mouth fell open, but there were no words. She looked blindsided by the question, and terrified to answer it, so I slipped my hand back in Natalie’s and said, “We’ll watch for now, Helen. I just thought Natalie might want to see what Bobbi’s been doing since she left.”
Helen gave Natalie a warm smile. “I think we can manage that.”
I appreciated the fact that Helen seemed to realize Natalie needed a touch of warmth to ease her discomfort.
It looked like it was working—Natalie returned her smile, her dark brown eyes lingering over Helen a beat longer than necessary. They didn’t stay on Helen’s face, either. She wasn’t trying to be overt about it, but Natalie’s gaze certainly wandered over the dom’s body, taking in the full effect.
I couldn’t blame her. Helen was stunning. The triangles of bright red fabric barely covered her breasts, creating a deep trench that revealed the inner swells and a generous slice of side boob. The crimson patch between her legs left half her soft, rounded mons on display. If she’d kept any hair down there, it would’ve peeked over the top of her bikini bottoms. Her long, pale torso flowed into even longer, shapely legs—elegant and provocative in equal measure.
Natalie had never confided her sexual preference to me, but if I had to guess ... I’d be willing to bet good money that she had at least a little bit of bi-curiosity.
She finally tore her eyes away from Helen to look at me, and I gave her a small, reassuring smile as we backed away from the pair and made our way to a leather couch.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “I just didn’t expect this when I came tonight.
I stopped her before she sat down. “We can leave. I just wanted you to fully understand my life. You don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.”
She stared at me for a full ten seconds, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind as her eyes flicked back and forth between mine.
“I’d like to stay for a few minutes, if that’s okay,” she finally said.
We both took a seat on the couch. I sat on one end while she took the middle seat, leaving little space between us. Her choice to sit that close filled me with optimism.
Helen made a show of walking over to the rack where many of the toys were kept—a series of hooks that held crops, whips, chains of various sizes and lengths, and more. She took a simple leash and returned to Bobbi, placing the plug-like end of the leash against the collar just above the hollow of the submissive’s throat. It snapped into place.
“You called me down here,” Helen said. “Was there any reason in particular, Sir? Was she disobedient?”
“She was,” I said, settling back into the couch. Natalie followed suit a beat later. “I told her to sit on her saddle and keep it on until someone came for her. When we came in, she had it off. Then she yelled at us when she saw Natalie.”
Helen audibly sighed as she looked back down at her charge. “Come along, pet.”
Bobbi started to climb to her feet, and Helen placed a hand on her head and pressed her back to her knees. “No. On all fours.”
The submissive glanced at us, then back at Helen. “Please...” Whatever followed was too low for Natalie or me to make out.
“I don’t care, kitten. You’re going to do as I say, or you’re going to get much worse than what I have in mind. I won’t ask again.”
Bobbi dropped to all fours, and her mistress smiled at her. “Good girl.”
I smiled a little at that, reminded of my time with Helen yesterday, and what I’d called her—good girl.
Helen wrapped the leash twice around her hand, making a deliberate show of it as she gave Natalie and me a long, lingering look. Then she turned and began leading Bobbi toward the bondage horse—a piece of equipment Bobbi knew all too well. It resembled a builder’s sawhorse, but the frame was mostly padded in what looked like soft leather. Eyehooks lined the base of both panels, making it easy to chain a submissive into place. Functional without being too uncomfortable.
When they reached the bench, Helen gave the leash a firm tug, and Bobbi climbed onto it without protest. Natalie and I watched as the former workplace bitch sullenly mounted the contraption. Helen knelt to secure her ankles to the lower hooks, tightening the restraints with practiced efficiency. As we watched her work, Natalie leaned into me a little more, her shoulder brushing mine.
“How the fuck did you get Bobbi Nanford to obey like this?” She asked, her eyes still glued to the pair.