The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 47
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 47 - 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
Friday, October 10th, 8:10 am
As I lay back staring at the ceiling, my mind raced—Hiro, Tyler, Ashlee, Amber, Brantwood, Rajesh, Detective Reynolds...
And too many more.
VistaVision had cleared its first round, the handshake phase, and now we were heading into the real work: investigations, transitions, exposure. Helen’s voice kept echoing in my skull—The next stage will be the real test.
Those words had been hollowing a pit in my stomach ever since.
Then there was Tyler. I’d written him off as a jealous asshole. Now, come to find out, he might have actually had a hand in my kidnapping. Or was he trying to kill me? Frame me? I wasn’t sure.
There was the Amber and Hiro connection to consider, if there really was one.
And let’s not forget that I’d had an NYPD detective all but accuse me of murder two weeks ago.
Every day, the blade above my head dipped just a little lower—the Doom of Damocles.
A soft snore pulled me out of it. I glanced down, and there was Jessica—hogtied, sprawled on her stomach at the foot of the bed. Her red hair clung to her cheek, lips parted in sleep, a small drool stain darkening the sheets beneath her. It should’ve been pitiful. Instead, it was almost endearing.
I had to forgive the unattractive display ... it was hard to hold drool against someone who’d been hogtied most of the night. Jess’s wrists and ankles were still bound behind her. Honestly, it was a miracle she’d managed to sleep at all.
Helen lay beside her, unbound, hair a wreck as her head rested on the maid’s bare ass like a pillow. A fleece blanket covered most of her, but her shoulders and the top of her chest were exposed, suggesting that she was naked beneath, save for the collar at her throat. She wore a faint, peaceful smile as she slept.
Curled up against me was a small body, her head lying on my arm, face half buried in my armpit. I could feel one slender arm draped over my chest, and her fingers gently pressed into my side, almost as if she were clinging to me.
I pulled back the blanket, expecting to see tousled silver silk, but found honey-brown.
Bobbi.
I glanced around, half expecting to see my assistant nearby—she and Helen had both joined us for the end of the night—but she was gone.
A quick check on my phone answered the question. It was just after eight, and Erin never slept this late. Even yesterday’s mid-morning lie-in had been out of character.
I looked back down at Bobbi and considered kicking her off me. We didn’t have the kind of dynamic that allowed cuddling after sex.
But as I watched her sleep, she looked so uncharacteristically peaceful.
Bobbi was a raging inferno ... anger, irritation, and desire constantly battling for dominance alongside everything else she refused to manage. She was loud ... stubborn ... chaotic. I could only take her in short doses.
But like this?
I reached out and tentatively brushed a strand of hair from her face, revealing more of her elfin features. Those plump lips ... that wide, expressive mouth ... she really was beautiful when she wasn’t talking.
And that’s when I noticed it.
Bobbi had always been attractive. I’d fantasized about her long before I claimed her—usually in scenarios that ended with me fucking the attitude out of her against the break room sink.
But the lack of drugs, along with proper diet and exercise, had brought about a lot of positive changes. Emiko had pointed it out with Jessica last night, and now I could see it with Bobbi. She had clearer skin. She looked more youthful and vibrant. That edge of desperation had softened into something ... luminous.
And for a moment, I imagined turning toward her and pulling her close, her eyes blinking open. That mouth finding mine...
No. Fuck that.
I’d shared a few tender moments with Bobbi in the past, but something about waking up with her like this just felt wrong.
I slid my arm out from under her and rolled away. She didn’t even stir.
None of them did.
I sat up and checked my phone. One notification stood out—the one I’d been waiting for.
Astrid had finally replied to the message I’d sent before bed, letting her know I was free tonight—Hello, Marcus! I have the perfect idea for us! Call me when you get this!
Knowing her, it probably involved hunting orphans for sport.
I slid into my robe, cast a glance at the three still-sleeping women, and dialed. As I passed Helen, I let my fingers drift through her golden hair. She gave a soft, contented hum.
Astrid answered on the second ring. “Hi Marcus! Slept well?”
“I did,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “You?”
“Indeed—in anticipation for tonight’s fun.”
“Hm.” I splashed cold water on my face. “What kind of fun?”
“Nothing crazy,” Astrid said. “Some friends are throwing a little party on their grounds. There will be drinking, a little dancing. Some games. I thought you might enjoy mingling with actual high society. Some of them have been asking after you, but you’ve been such a recluse.”
I thought about it. I couldn’t trust Astrid as far as I could throw her, but at the same time, I was aware that her family had a lot of connections with old and new money.
And my current social standing was ... complicated.
The only people I’d gotten all that close to were the Tanakas, Rajesh Desai, and Astrid. I was at war with the Tanakas, and Rajesh Desai was dead only a few hours after visiting me.
And Astrid was ... Astrid. God only knew what she’d said about me to the rest of high society.
“Who’s throwing the party?”
“Nicholas and Aurelia Wyn.”
“Never heard of them.”
“They run the Bernadine Foundation for World Relief.”
That meant nothing to me.
“ ... Cool.”
“Do a Wikipedia search, Marcus,” she sighed
“I’ll pencil that into my already busy schedule.”
Which reminded me ... my date with Erin. After all, Astrid promised she would be sweet.
“Can I bring a date?”
“I already told you to bring Natalie.”
“It’s not Natalie. It’s my assistant. Erin.”
“That’s not a date, Marcus,” Astrid said flatly. “That’s you fucking the help.”
“No. It’s actually a date.”
“No,” Astrid said, her tone sharper. “Natalie is your date. I like her.”
“I—”
“In fact, bring both. Everyone gets a plus-one and an attendant. Your assistant can be the attendant.”
I paused. “Why the fuck do you care who I bring as my date?”
“Because that’s who I’ve been expecting,” she said airily, “and I’ve been looking forward to spending time with her. She’s charming!”
I sighed.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to bring Natalie. It was that I wasn’t so sure how Natalie would take to this world the way Erin seemed to. Natalie was tough, resourceful even, but she simply wasn’t on Erin’s level. Erin played in these circles. She knew what hid behind the pleasantries. Natalie still took them at face value.
“I’ll check with her,” I said reluctantly, knowing that she’d probably say yes.
“Oh, good!”
“No promises, though. This is kind of last-minute, and Natalie’s been busy.”
“I’ll light a candle for it.”
I assumed that was an idiom from her country that basically meant that she hoped it happened.
“Bye, Astrid,” I said, trying my best to hide my exasperation. “I’ll let you know something soon.”
I hung up and stared at myself in the mirror, trying to make peace with the fact that tonight wasn’t going to be what I’d planned.
Erin would need to hear it from me. I’d have to put things off—again.
Turning away, I found Psalter’s thread in my messages and started typing as I stepped out of the bathroom.
Hey, Wikipedia, I typed. Can you get me everything on Nicholas and Aurelia Wyn?
The response from Psalter was almost immediate. Wikipedia?
Inside joke, I responded.
When I stepped into the receiving room, I didn’t expect to find Emiko waiting for me.
She stood with her hands clasped, dressed in a deep indigo cheongsam-style dress that buttoned up to her neck and hugged every curve of her frame. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun at the nape of her neck. The hairstyle was a little severe, but the effect ended there. The warmth in her expression softened any sharp edges. The small smile she wore creased faint lines at the corners of her eyes—one of the few visible hints of age on an otherwise ageless face.
“Good morning, sir,” she said with a slight bow of her head. “I trust you are feeling refreshed after last night?”
“More or less,” I said, eyeing her. “Could’ve used a few more hours of sleep.”
“Late night?”
“You could say that.”
“And do you feel that Jessica has been properly instructed? Will she require any follow-up correction from me?”
Images from last night flashed through my mind—tearing the dress off Jessica, her large tits smashed against the cold tile as I fucked her from behind. I recalled the taste of Bobbi on her lips later that night, kissing her as she shuddered in my arms, gasping for air while tears streamed down her face.
And Bobbi? I don’t think I’d ever seen her carry out a command with as much enthusiasm as she went to town on Jess.
“God no!” I said. “In fact, give her the weekend off and maybe keep an eye on her.”
“There’s been no ... permanent injury, I hope.”
“No,” I was quick to say, “But Bobbi might have been a little more ... spirited than expected. Just...”
I glanced back at the bedroom door as if I could see Jessica through it. I’d never feel for her the way I did for the others ... not even close. Still, there was something there.
“Maybe just look after her today ... and get her something nice.”
Emiko nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I hesitated then added, “I hope we didn’t go too far.”
Emiko studied me thoughtfully. “If you would like, I can report my findings after I’ve had a chance to assess and provide aftercare.”
“Yeah,” I said. “That’d be great.”
“It will be done.”
She handed me an envelope.
“What’s this?” I asked
“An invitation.”
A faint lavender note rose from the thick paper. My name was written across the front in ornate, curling script.
“Who’s it from?”
“Erin,” she said.
My heart skipped a beat.
I’d promised a date tonight, and for a second, I was afraid that she’d heard through Chloe or someone else that those plans might have changed.
Was she mad?
I tore the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of heavyweight cardstock. The edges were laced with faint scrollwork, and the letters were penned in silver ink, like her hair.
Marcus,
I’d be honored if you would have brunch with me at the As You Like It Café at 10:30. I’ll be the one staring at the door waiting for you. You can’t miss me.
Erin.
I held it up. “What is this?”
“It is an invitation to brunch, sir,” Emiko replied, voice smooth and without a trace of sarcasm.
“I get that,” I said. “I just—”
“Mr. Suhr, Miss Manalo, and Miss VanCamp will manage your schedule during your and Miss Malik’s absence. In the meantime, Miss Gellar has requested a few days off, so Miss Tanner will handle your personal training. She is waiting for you in the gym. I believe you have time before your appointment with Miss Malik.”
“I ... okay?”
“Is there anything else I can do for you this morning, sir?”
I handed her the card. “Just put this somewhere safe for me, and thanks, Emiko.”
Sure enough, Chloe was in the gym when I arrived.
We slipped into a twenty-minute warmup before sparring, and it didn’t take long for her to wipe the floor with me. She always won, but this morning, I didn’t even put up a decent fight. Between the sleep deprivation and the distractions, I was off my game.
While trading blows, I filled her in on the Astrid situation.
She didn’t look thrilled.
“My choices are pretty limited, Chloe. You know how Astrid is.”
“So, I’m going as your attendant, right?” Chloe asked, lunging at me.
I barely dodged.
“I don’t know.”
Chloe gave me a deadpan stare.
“I’m just waiting to hear back from Henry and then—”
The rest of my words were cut off as she slipped under my defenses and delivered a hook to my ribs. The rest of the air in my lungs came out all at once.
I slipped an arm around her neck, hooked her ankles, and sent both of us to the mats, my body half on top of her.
“Jesus! I mean ... yeah, I’ll probably take you!!” I sputtered. “Let’s just wait to hear what Henry says about it first!”
She twisted, and somehow, I found myself on my back, with her legs across my chest, my arm in a lock.
And that’s how it went for the next thirty minutes until I was lying on the mat sucking oxygen while she was crouching next to me, breathing deeply.
She stood and offered a hand. I took it and let her pull me up.
“Did you tell Erin about Astrid’s demanding to hang out tonight?” I asked.
“I did. Was I not supposed to?”
“No. It’s fine.” I hesitated. “Just ... her brunch invite felt a little out of nowhere.”
Chloe shrugged. “She said she owed you a date, and since you’re busy tonight, she moved it up.”
I felt bad. I’d wanted to be the one to take her on a date, not the other way around.
“It’s fine,” Chloe said.
“What?”
“She seemed excited to put your little brunch together.”
I nodded as I placed my hands on my lower back and arched, stretching now that we were finished.
“How’s Roger?”
“Hasn’t said a word since your visit. Won’t eat or drink either.”
“Make him. I want him kept alive, whatever that takes.”
“Did he tell you anything useful?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Quite a bit, actually.”
I grabbed a towel from the bench. “I’m going to shower and get ready for this date. In the meantime, I want you to pull Emiko, Psalter, and Helen. We need a full debrief.”
Chloe nodded. “What time?”
“One o’clock. My study. Erin and I will be there.”
Friday, October 10th, 10:28 am
As I made my way down the indoor mall that was housed in the same building as my apartment, flanked by one of the Johns and another guard I didn’t recognize, a woman with short brown hair yanked into a sump of a ponytail, I tried to remember the last time I’d actually been in a place like this.
Storefronts flanked both sides, glossy and well-lit, selling everything from designer handbags to curated candles that probably cost more than a tank of gas. A stone fountain burbled in the center of the floor, drowning out most of the ambient chatter. The air smelled like espresso, overpriced perfume, and lemony floor polish.
Shoppers drifted through in lazy circuits, killing time before the weekend rush turned the place into a pulsing hive of noise and elbows. I caught snippets of conversation—someone complaining about nail appointments, a kid begging for a pretzel, a woman laughing too loudly on speakerphone.
Some basements had root cellars.
Mine had a shopping mall.
Every day was a new goddamn wonder.
And then we reached the café.
The As You Like It was a high-end establishment specializing in brunch. It was the kind of place you’d find in the background shots of influencers who took pictures of their food or selfies of them drinking specialty mimosas, where avocado toast cost more than the water bill in my old apartment.
As I stepped into the interior, it looked completely empty save for the hostess and two people behind the bar, and a single patron.
Erin.
She stood beside our table, looking resplendent. Soft blush lace layered over skin the color of warm bronze, a slit in her dress teasing high up her thigh that I was sure one wrong move would cause a wardrobe malfunction. Her hair was half-pinned, the rest tumbling in silver-lavender waves that caught the light just right. Pearls glinted at her ears. A ribbon trailed down her spine. And when she looked at me, chin slightly tilted and lips already curved in a delicate smile, all words were driven from my mind.
Barely aware that my bodyguards stayed just outside the door, I drifted past the hostess without giving her a second thought. I only had eyes for one girl right now.
Meanwhile, I was in charcoal slacks and an open-collar shirt, sleeves pushed to the forearm. A little underdressed compared to her, maybe, but she didn’t seem to mind. I caught the way her eyes tracked my shoulders and down my chest. Even if I felt my clothes weren’t to the same standard as hers, I couldn’t tell that she minded. “Hey, Marcus,” she said, her tone more subdued than usual—like rose petals brushing skin instead of my Girl Friday cutting through the noise.
“Erin...”
A faint blush crept across her cheeks; she held her arms out slightly and turned, giving me a three-sixty view of everything.