The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 59
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 59 - 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’d learned a lot in the span of ten minutes.
I learned that Astrid had been to several of the Wyns’ parties over the years, and that bringing me to this one had earned her serious brownie points with our hosts. Apparently, those points didn’t count for much because Nick threw her under the bus without a second thought.
According to Astrid, she hadn’t known Tyler was going to be there. But once she realized he was, she latched onto the opportunity fast. Nina hadn’t wanted anything to do with me and had tried to forbid Tyler from confronting me downstairs, but she didn’t have as much of a leash on her nephew as I’d first assumed.
Nothing Astrid said contradicted anything Sachiko had told me in the greenhouse. They were nothing more than acquaintances, and Astrid had used Hiro to pressure his daughter into coming. There hadn’t been much of a plan beyond keeping Sachiko close and keeping me nervous. Something in my body language a couple of days ago must have tipped her off that I didn’t want her anywhere near the Tanakas. Of course, she took that as a reason to cling to them as tightly as possible.
All in all, the only thing she intended to get out of tonight was currying favor with Nicholas and Aurelia. Everything else had been for her own amusement. Her primary motivation was simple: she wanted to put me in a position where I’d have to either back out of the game and suffer the consequences or let Astrid have her way with all of us for the rest of the night.
I’d also learned that Astrid had very little in the way of pain tolerance. As I stared down at her, I noted her trembling thighs, clamped shut in terror that I might strike her pussy again. I’d skipped standard spankings and gone straight to her most sensitive bits. She’d quickly resorted to begging me to stop between giving me all her answers. Admittedly, she hadn’t broken down into a complete blubbering mess, but her eyes were red-rimmed and glossy, her face wet with tears.
And compared to the kind of punishment I’d seen her deal out, what I’d done so far was easy mode. Her breasts were still flushed where I’d slapped them. Her nipples, hard as pebbles, were swollen from where I’d pinched and twisted them, but Bobbi had taken far worse from this very woman. Hell, I’d done worse to Bobbi.
Which brought me to the last thing I’d learned from my time with Astrid—how much I was enjoying it.
The disappointment I felt when Astrid’s defenses immediately crumbled surprised me. I hadn’t expected her to start talking so fast, and after all the stress she’d put me through, I’d been looking forward to dealing out a little pain. Without the goal of getting her to talk, though, I was finding it difficult to justify continuing to torment her beyond the sheer thrill of it.
At least with Bobbi and Jessica, the point was training. Here, with Astrid, the point was pain for the sake of pain.
Still, I’d promised I wouldn’t follow through on the real threat of killing her if she talked. If I simply let her go without making sure she learned her lesson ... how would she know not to cross me again?
By now, I’d repositioned her so that her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore. Now she lay on her stomach with her thighs sitting on the edge of the mattress. I reached for her knees and pressed them apart.
She shivered and squeezed them shut. “I’ve ... told you everything. I promise.”
“You want me to use the belt?”
She shuddered violently.
Then her knees went slack.
My hands slid down the silken insides of her thighs to the tender crease where they met her groin. The whole area was soaked, my fingers gliding over slick skin as I traced around her sex without touching the places she wanted most.
Astrid shuddered again, and despite her fear, she lifted her hips, silently begging for more.
“How the fuck are you so wet?” I asked, looking her in the eyes.
She shook her head, so turned on that she seemed a little out of it. “I don’t know, but ... Marcus ... please...”
I slid a finger between her folds. The room had gone so quiet I could hear the wet sounds of penetration.
“Please, what?” I asked, brushing the tip of my finger over her clit.
She hissed, and when I pulled away, her hips chased my retreating fingertips.
“I’ve told you everything, Marcus,” she groaned, frustration overtaking her fear. “Please ... just fuck me.” Her hips rolled again, and this time I let a single finger slip back inside her.
“I know you want me,” she sighed. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have been so eager for all those pictures I sent. And that kiss...”
My finger sat inside her warm, greedy cunt, and for one ugly second, I considered it. Taking what she’d been dangling in front of me for weeks ... burying myself in her. Using every inch of her body until she was a husk of her former self. I could literally do whatever I wanted to her. Nothing about her was barred from me. I could ignore her wet pussy and fuck that tight little ass ... go in dry and then once I found my own pleasure, I could bury my cock down her throat and make her taste her own filth. Those were the rules, right?
After all the pain and frustration ... no one could blame me.
Then I remembered Erin ... and Natalie. They were safe and waiting for me.
Why would I waste any of my time on this witch when I had beauties like that waiting for me?
Besides, no matter how hard I used her, if I fucked her right now, in this moment, I’d be giving her what she wanted, right? Could I possibly give her the satisfaction? Did I still dare play her game, even if she lost?
What was the worst punishment I could actually give to this bitch?
I slipped my finger free and moved so suddenly she flinched, expecting another slap. I crawled onto the bed beside her, pressed my wet fingers to her forehead, and dragged them slowly down her face. My fingertips caught on her lip. She tipped her head back, trying to catch them with her mouth. When that failed, she chased them with her tongue.
I wiped the back of my fingers across her cheek.
“Think I’ll pass.”
Astrid’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“You think I’m wasting my night on you when Erin and Natalie are waiting for me?”
“Bring them here,” Astrid said quickly, trying for seduction and falling short. She was getting desperate. “The more the merrier.”
“Nah.” I glanced at the door. “Might bring Lara, though. Chloe already said I can have her.”
The flimsy seduction act crumpled. “Marcus, you can’t leave me like this.”
I turned back, grabbed her roughly by the chin, and leaned in close. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. You taught me that.”
And then I kissed her. It was brief and closed-mouthed ... nothing she could mistake for tenderness or true desire. Then I slid my fingers back between her legs for one final tease. She whimpered into my mouth, her tongue lapping uselessly against my closed lips.
I pulled away and gave her an almost sweet smile as I stroked a hand through her white-blonde hair. “Look on the bright side. I’m not going to kill you. Consider yourself lucky.”
Then I left the pale, slender beauty writhing on the bed and crawled off.
“Marcus! Don’t leave me like this!”
“Not interested! Try to get some sleep. You’ll be less miserable that way.”
I ignored her continued protests as I stopped to check the room to make sure I wasn’t leaving anything behind. I was still fully dressed and hadn’t brought anything with me, but it was more for theatrics than anything else.
“Marcus!”
I headed for the door.
“Marcus! I’ll stop harassing you! I’ll leave you alone if you just fuck me!”
My hand found the knob.
“Come back here!” she snarled. “Or I’ll spoil the deal with the Tanakas!”
I paused.
Was that real? Or was she just bluffing?
Panic. She had to be bluffing. If she knew anything real, she would’ve used it sooner instead of flailing with it at the eleventh hour.
I opened the door.
“I’ll tell the police you’re holding Ryo and Roger VanCamp against their will!”
I took a slow breath, looked back at her, and let my voice go flat. “Tell whoever you want whatever you want. I haven’t seen Ryo since he tried to kill me, and I haven’t seen Roger VanCamp since he lost his partnership. As for the Tanakas, why the fuck would they believe a crazy bitch like you when I’m offering them one hell of a deal? Go fuck yourself, Astrid.”
My eyes dropped once, briefly, to her vulnerable, aching sex—still completely out of reach to her bound hands.
“Or try to, at least. Bye.”
I stepped through the door.
“Marcus!” she shouted.
The door slammed shut, muffling whatever else she had to say.
Chloe was leaning against the wall beside the door, watching me. She was actually smiling, though it was one of those crooked smiles that looked more cool than pleased.
“How much did you hear?” I asked.
“About half. The walls are well-made.” She glanced at the door. “What do you want done with her?”
“Just make sure she can’t leave the room and make sure she can’t get herself off.”
Chloe arched an amused eyebrow. “You leaving her high and dry?”
“Dry isn’t the right word, but basically.” I shook my head. “She was scared as hell the entire time but turned on. Crazy bitch...”
Chloe shrugged. “Fear’s a turn-on for a lot of people, but that’s not the only thing pushing her buttons.”
“What do you mean?”
“Wyn told me whatever they use to wake the targets packs one hell of a punch. Some designer drug. Heightens the senses. Kicks the libido into overdrive for a while.”
“Like ... Viagra smelling salts?”
“Something like that.”
“Jesus...”
She studied me. “Want me to find out what it is?”
“No,” I said. Then, after a beat, “Yes.”
“Figured. I’ll look into it. Who’s next?”
“Tyler,” I said, following her as she moved down the hall and stopped two doors over.
“Gonna leave him high and dry too?” she asked, reaching for the doorknob.
“Is that a joke?” I asked.
“I occasionally make them after a win. You missed the ones after we got you out of Vegas—too messed up.”
I grinned. “I’m enjoying this side of you.”
“Keep getting smarter, and you might see it more,” Chloe said, then opened the door.
I walked in, and she closed it behind me.
Tyler sat bound to a simple gray armchair, and thankfully, he still had his costume on. His wrists were tied to the wooden arms, his ankles lashed to the legs, and several rows of duct tape had been wound tight around his torso to pin him down even harder. Chloe had thoughtfully laid it over as much bare skin as possible. Peeling it off later was going to be a bitch.
Fucking love you, Chloe.
“Hey, bro.”
He stared at me sullenly without answering.
I dragged the other chair over and made a show of my freedom before sitting down, crossing one leg over the other at my leisure. Then I smiled at him. “More comfortable than it looks.”
He looked away.
“You could’ve left me alone.”
Silence.
“We could’ve even met, and you could’ve told me to fuck off. I would have done just that, and that could’ve been the end of it.”
Still nothing.
“That’s the worst-case version, by the way. I would’ve shared it all with you. Richie, my brother, lives in my building while he’s going to school. It might’ve been nice having another brother who wasn’t a complete asshole.”
Nothing.
I drummed my fingers against the armrest and let the silence rot a little. Then I looked at him again.
“Did you kill our grandpa?”
That got his eyes back on me.
“Come on, Tyler. Easy question.”
His jaw set.
“Is that what this is? You killed him, figured your piece of the pie was coming, and then, once you found out you weren’t getting shit, you came gunning for me?”
“Aw, fucking shut up, man!” Tyler snapped.
There it was.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “It doesn’t have to be this way. We could start over.”
He looked away again.
“Out there ... by the greenhouse ... you told me I’d eventually realize how stupid I am. What did you mean by that?”
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” he snarled.
I pressed my fingers to my eyes and breathed slowly through my nose. Blowing up at him wouldn’t help.
“You were so goddamn smug out there,” I said. “What was the plan? Shoot Natalie in front of me? Have your guard dog drop me? Then what? Beat me? Fuck Natalie in front of me?”
No answer.
“Ew,” I said. “You weren’t planning to fuck me, too, were you?”
His head snapped toward me. “The fuck? I’m not into guys, you sick fuck.”
“Of course,” I sighed. “You’re a homophobe too.”
“Say what you want,” he spat. “I already said all I had to say out there. You took everything from me.”
I stood. “You know what? You’re right. I did. Because you’re stupid. Your plan was stupid. If you’d had half a brain, you would’ve had Liz shoot me, and you would’ve just taken Natalie without all the theatrics. Instead, Sachiko and Liz took each other out, and now the Wyns have every reason to be pissed at you for attacking another player.”
I looked down at him. “You could’ve walked out of here better off than when you came in, Tyler. Remember that.”
Still nothing.
And unlike Astrid, the silence was just dead.
“One last thing,” I said. “Where’s my sister? You have a twin, and I’ve never even met her.”
Tyler snorted. “Don’t bother. She doesn’t want anything to do with this. With any of us.”
“Why?”
“She hates all of it. She’s in Europe with Mom.”
“Does she even—”
“Leave it alone,” Tyler snapped.
My time with Astrid had been satisfying. This was just incredibly unfulfilling. I thought about taunting him with the fact that I was going to have Natalie tonight, but I doubted he’d cared about Natalie at all. She was just a way to get to me.
I held his gaze for a moment, then turned away and crossed to the room’s closet. I threw open the door and scanned the room for its contents—expensive suits ... expensive shoes ... plenty of room. Perfect.
“What’re you doing?” Tyler asked, too curious to keep ignoring me.
“I’m sick of looking at your face,” I said, stalking back over to him.
I grabbed his chair, spun him so that he faced away from the closet, and planted a foot in his chest. One hard kick sent the whole thing toppling backward. He hit the floor with a scream.
“What the fuck?”
“You,” I said, starting to shove him across the floor with my foot, “are going in the closet.”
“Why?”
“No phone. No light. Nobody to talk to. And with that shit still in your system, I’m guessing you’re horny as hell too. Bet you don’t sleep much tonight.”
“You can’t fucking do—”
“Erin didn’t have a use for you, so she passed you on to me. According to the rules, I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I said.
I shoved him again, inching him closer.
“I’m not gonna fit in there!”
“I’ll make it work.”
The back of the chair scraped through the opening. The arms jammed in the frame.
Of course they did.
The door opened behind me, and Chloe stuck her head in just as I grabbed the lower brace of the chair and hoisted, turning Tyler upside down, still bound to the chair. He started swearing at me in earnest.
“You’re going to break this guy’s door,” Chloe said.
“Don’t care.” I retorted.
I slammed my hip into the chair again, pain flaring through bruises I was only half-feeling through whatever they’d dosed me with. The frame groaned.
“You crazy piece of—” Tyler started.
“I’ll pay for the goddamn door if I have to,” I snapped.
One more shove, one loud crack, and the chair finally lurched through. Tyler toppled halfway into the closet, cursing all the way down.
I slammed the door shut on him and turned back to Chloe.
“Feel better?” She asked.
“Fuck him,” I said and stalked toward the door.
“Didn’t go well?” Chloe said, following me out.
“About as well as could be expected. He’s working with someone, and I’m hoping our friend can help us hone in on who that is.”
“How long do you want to leave him in there?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Just leave him for ... what was his name?”
“Xander Colefax.”
“Leave him for Xander to find.”
“More good brunch talk, I guess.”
“The most interesting brunch in the history of brunch,” I muttered, stalking out of the room.
The next room over contained some kind of rec room, with a pool table, which Liz was currently sitting on. Her hands were handcuffed behind her, but other than that, she was left unbound. And she still had her clothes on.
Chloe entered behind me and shut the door, staying on this side of it.
Liz eyed us both, but didn’t say anything.
“Sachiko gave you to me,” I said. “She doesn’t want anything to do with this game ... she just used you to get out.”
She didn’t say anything ... simply stared up at me with those intense brown eyes. Her bottom lip was cracked and bleeding, and there was some decent swelling under her right eye and a few cuts along her impressive arms. Other than that, she seemed relatively unharmed and ready for another bout.
“Why are you working for him?” I asked.
By the look she gave me, I could tell she thought the question was stupid.
“Money,” she said. Her voice was husky but surprisingly feminine for someone who looked like she could easily wreck the average man.
“How much does he pay you?” I asked.
She snorted. “Here it comes.”
“What?”
“You’re gonna pay me to leave him and come work for you.”
“Why not?” I asked. “I bet you anything I can pay you more.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t?”
“I cut and run before the contract is up, and I never work again.”
“You work for me, and you’ll never have to work again.”
“No guarantee you’ll be alive tomorrow,” she said.
“Well,” I said dryly, “That’s not really the kind of attitude I like to have in my bodyguards. Maybe I should rethink my offer.”
I glanced at Chloe and could see the respect she had for this woman. It made sense. They had a lot of similar mannerisms, like they were cut from the same cloth.
“Not like it matters. There’s a real chance he’ll fire me. He wanted me to drag you out there so he could gloat and shoot your girl in front of you. Then I was supposed to tag you. He was gonna make you watch him fuck your girl over and over again.”
I looked back at her. “Jesus ... I knew it.”
“Then he was gonna get me to peg you with a strapon.”
“And you were just gonna go along with it?”
“Guess we’ll never know,” Liz said.
Then she wiggled her nose. “You mind uncuffing me? My nose itches. I promise I won’t make trouble.”
I glanced at Chloe again. She nodded. I did the same.
She pulled out a small key ring and went over to unlock the cuffs.
I took a precautionary step back and said, “Well, you might not have to worry about getting fired. I told Tyler that you and Sachiko took each other out.”
Liz rubbed at her nose as her hands came free. “He believed you?”
“Guess we’ll find out,” I said.
She rubbed her wrists thoughtfully, letting silence fill the space.
“Your employer’s a shitbag,” I said.
Liz chuckled. “You serious right now? You’re all shitbags.”
I blinked.
“Us bodyguards? We’re like lawyers. We got a code. We do our jobs. Doesn’t matter how guilty or innocent you are. Everyone deserves protection.”
“Especially if they can pay for it,” I said
Liz shrugged. “Gotta eat.”
“When’s your contract up?”
“Three months.”
It made sense. I wouldn’t want to hire a bodyguard who would turn on me for the right price, which made my proposition to her a double-edged sword. How could I trust someone willing to double-cross her employer?
“What’s the terms of the contract?” Chloe asked.
“Basic protection. Don’t let anyone get too close...”
“NDA?” Chloe asked.
Liz shrugged. “Standard. I had my lawyer look it over. He said it was all very boilerplate.”
“Tyler isn’t having his contracts drawn up personally?”
“Tyler’s too busy spending his money on parties, coke, and vag,” Liz said. “He skimps on the lawyers.”
“Would you be willing to take on another employer if it didn’t violate your current contract?” Chloe asked. “Or do you have an exclusivity agreement?”
Liz eyed my bodyguard. “Maybe.”
I jumped on that. “How much is he paying you?”
“Two mil.”
There was no way that was true, but I wasn’t about to quibble over such a small sum now that my foot was in the door.
God ... whoever thought I’d live in a world where two million would be a small sum of money?
“I’ll double it if we can come to an arrangement.”
“What kind of an arrangement?”
“You follow my orders when possible and share as much information as you can, when you can.”
The look on her face told me nothing about what she was thinking.
“Look, if you’re interested, send over your contract. We’ll make sure everything we ask is technically within the bounds of the contract.”
“Hundred thousand for a copy of my contract,” Liz said.
“Fifty on receipt and fifty if it’s flimsy enough that we can make something work,” I countered.
She sized me up, then said, “You surprised me out there.”
The sudden change in topic threw me for a second before I caught on to what she meant, and despite the situation, I felt my cheeks heat a little at the flattery. “Thanks.”
She looked at Chloe. “You teach him?”
“Sometimes. He also has a dedicated trainer. She’s good.”
“Hm.” She looked back at me again, appraising. “Pay me, and I’ll get you my contract. Then make one of your own. Once I sign it, we have a deal.”
I stared at her. “That’s it?”
“All I can offer right now.”
“You can understand why I’m skeptical that you’ll keep up your end of the deal, right? How do I know you won’t just tell him what I told you?”
“I promise I won’t.”
“My trust is limited. Can you tell me something as a sign of good faith?” I asked, hoping to at least get some information of who exactly Tyler might be working with.
She shook her head. “Can’t say anything till we have a formal agreement. You’ll just have to trust me.”
She tilted her head to the side. “You can. Tyler’s a liability. I took his money because he was the best-paying gig in town, but I’ve known for a while that my days with him were coming to an end. You’re paying me to leave. Why wouldn’t I?”
I looked at Chloe, but she simply shrugged.
“Okay,” I said.
“How do I get in contact with you?” she asked.
“I have a friend who will be in touch with you within the next forty-eight hours,” I said.
“This friend know how to be discreet?” She asked, eyeing me. “If this goes south, I’m fucked. And if I’m fucked, I’m coming for you.”
“You can trust him,” I said, ignoring the threat.
Awkward silence filled the room as Liz and I stared at each other.
“What now?” Liz asked.