I emerged into the living room and found Jon reading a book on the couch. "Can you tell Chloe to have a couple of agents assigned to Natashya and Emily? They're staying in a hotel for a few days, and I'd feel a lot better if I knew they were being looked after."
Jon nodded and left to do as asked.
Next, I checked my phone to find a message from Jessica, who had texted me while I was talking to Natashya. I’d been so engrossed in our conversation that I hadn’t even noticed my phone vibrate. Hey, Marcus. I made it home safe.
I texted her back. Awesome. How much time do you need?
She responded almost immediately, For what?
To get everything in order and move out here.
Oh. I'll need a few days, she responded
I have the cleaning service till Friday. Can you be out here by Saturday?
Jess texted, That doesn't give me much time...
Is it enough? I replied.
Is everything okay?
No. Everything wasn't okay. My life had become infinitely more complicated, and now my sister and one of my good friends had left me because of my relationship with Bobbi, and Jess was in danger of taking the brunt of my frustration. She wasn't exactly a shining beacon of innocence, but she had nothing to do with Carla, Bobbi, Emily, or any of the other current problems I was dealing with. I sat on one of the couches and took a deep breath.
I texted back. Yeah. It's just been a long day.
Oh! That's right! How did the meeting go?
Good. We won.
She replied, Congratulations!
Thanks. So, can you get back here on Saturday?
Yeah. I think I can make that work.
Good. I'll buy you a plane ticket.
Oh. Thank you, she texted back.
No problem. I might not be here when you return, but I’ll make sure someone’s here to help you get set up. Your apartment will be furnished and ready for you when you arrive.
Oh my god! Just like that?
I smiled at her amazement, remembering how I'd been when I first experienced having things handed to me in a fraction of the time it usually took. Yep. Just like that.
Thank you.
No problem, I replied.
“Hey," Chloe said as she walked into the room.
"Hey," I said, glancing up at her.
Jess was typing something that was taking longer than usual, and I stared at the ellipses jumping around in the oncoming text bubble. Meanwhile, Chloe made her way over to the couch and plopped down next to me. "I've got two people looking after your sister and Natashya."
Jessica's text appeared on the screen. Shawn's here.
I stared at the words, noting how long it had taken her to write such a simple sentence. She’d been reluctant to send it.
I typed back. Okay. What does he want?
He wants to take me out.
That gave me a moment’s pause, and I considered how best to respond. She was clearly looking for some kind of direction. I remembered how it felt seeing Jess get fucked by Dillon and how I'd come to some sort of closure with my feelings about Jessica. Nothing had changed, but letting my friend fuck my ex after discovering I didn't have those feelings of love and letting her fuck the man she left me for were two entirely different things.
I replied, No.
It took a moment longer than necessary for her to respond. I imagined she was a little taken aback. What?
No. He needs to leave. Make sure he knows that.
When there was no immediate response, I turned my attention to the woman sitting next to me, taking a moment to remind myself of what she'd just told me. Oh. That’s right… agents for the girls. "Oh, good. Thanks."
"No problem," she said. "It's a good call. They were both in Nevada and after what happened with Hiro, it’s not an overreaction."
I nodded. "What's the deal with Amber Bell?"
"Psalter's still looking into it. If she was there—"
"She was," I insisted.
"Then we'll get to the bottom of it," Chloe finished.
I glanced at my phone to see a new message from Jess: Are you serious?
I started to explain, then erased it and simply replied: Yes.
"Thanks, Chloe,” I said to my bodyguard. “Can he meet with me tomorrow?"
"I'll check," Chloe said.
Jessica had responded. Can I ask why? You didn't seem very interested in starting our relationship back up.
I replied, That doesn't mean I'm not interested in you at all. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have hired you. There's too much baggage.
She took a few minutes to respond, then said, Does that mean I can't date anyone at all?
No. Just not him. If you decide to do anything with him, the deal's off. You're free to stay there and build a life with him. You left me for him, so I don't think I'm being unreasonable.
I watched the phone, waiting for a response. "Sorry," I said to Chloe. "I should be done with this in a second. I just..."
"I can tell," Chloe said. "I'll wait."
I watched the screen for several minutes. Finally, Jessica said, He's gone.
Good. I'll have Erin purchase your ticket.
More silence from her. Then finally, Thanks. I'm a little unsure about this, but I'll be there.
I know. We'll figure out the rules once you get here, and if you decide this isn't for you, you can always leave. I'll even make sure you're set up after you move.
Okay. That makes me feel better. Thank you, Marcus.
That felt really good. Exercising the kind of power I had over Jessica felt amazing, actually. I felt the rush as I sat back on my couch, thinking about how I'd made her turn down the man she'd left me for. Not only that, but she'd thanked me for doing it... in a way. The feeling of authority over her was a rush that caused my cock to tent in my pants as I let my head fall back against the couch cushions. I closed my eyes and imagined Jessica kneeling before me in some kind of maid's outfit, sucking my dick next to a mop and bucket. It was a hot image that only served to make my erection worse.
Finally, I opened my eyes and rolled my head to the side to look at Chloe. She was sitting on the couch, watching me; one elbow was propped on the back, and her head was resting in her palm. Her body was twisted toward me, watching me in her stalwart way. We simply stared at each other for several moments, my bodyguard studying my face intently as I looked back at her.
"I'm going to have to tighten security a little more," she finally said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Tanaka," Chloe responded. "He's dangerous."
"How much? Am I going to walk around in a bulletproof hamster ball or something?"
Ignoring the joke, she shook her head. "Nothing that severe. We're just going to have to vet locations a little more... scan mail.... maybe have all the food coming in the house tested. People like Tara and Jessica will have to be checked regularly to make sure they aren't making any strange friends. You know what I mean."
"Yeah," I said. "Is it better to buy him out?"
"You had your chance to do that and turned him down."
That was true. I probably could have avoided a lot of pain if I hadn't been so intent on sticking it to him after he double-crossed me. "Okay," I said. "What about going on the offensive?"
"Having him killed?"
"Jesus! Why's that always the first option with you guys? What about buying off some of his help or undermining him somehow."
"I'll look into it," Chloe said. We’ll need to tread carefully, though. There is no need to antagonize him further without it providing us with a clear advantage." She grew quiet and said, “Carla may be a bigger asset than you’d like to admit.”
“Can we not?” I asked, closing my eyes and pressing my fingers to my eyes. “Not tonight, at least. I’m tired of hearing about Carla fucking Tanaka.”
"Sure thing. Congratulations, by the way," Chloe said, and I glanced back at her. She was talking about the win this morning. I wasn't sure why she was congratulating me. She knew it had been dumb luck, partially thanks to Hiro Tanaka being a bad husband.
"Thanks," I said, enjoying looking into her brown eyes. I’d never noticed that they were flecked with bits of green...
Maybe I made Chloe uncomfortable with the prolonged eye contact. Whatever it was, my bodyguard took a moment to drop her gaze as she ran her fingers through her hair. Something caught her gaze, and it froze in place. I watched as the tip of her tongue slipped from between her lips and lingered as she ran it across her top lip, slowly wetting it as she massaged her scalp with her fingertips. Eventually, her tongue slid back into her mouth, and her bottom lip followed. Her incisors delicately bit into the soft flesh of her lip, and her hand worked down to her neck; the muscles in her forearm rolled as she massaged it.
I wasn't sure how long I watched her, studying her freckled face framed by strands of wavy blonde hair, when suddenly I realized that her irises were trained back on mine. It was my turn to lick my lips, and I could hear myself swallow. There was unmistakable desire in those eyes. Of course, I knew what she had been looking at. The erection in my pants from my discussion with Jess was very apparent, and it was clear that it had attracted her attention.
I knew so little about Chloe. Like, how long had it been since she'd been laid? I recalled that night, seeing her in my doorway with one hand buried in her panties as she watched me fuck Ashlee. That tank top had perfectly molded to her flawless body, and even in the meager light, I could make out the contours of her muscled abdomen, tight obliques, and firm shoulders. When was the last time she'd felt someone climb on top of that impressive body and slide into her? Did she have anyone? She seemed married to her work.
Chloe was close, and I could have leaned in, closed less than a foot of distance between us, and our lips would be touching. Would she accept them? The way she'd been staring at my hardon, I suspected I knew the answer. She was more than a badass head of security, after all. She was a woman… here… in my house—a safe space where she didn't need to keep her guard up. She was a very sexy woman, giving me a very sexy look, and I had an unused erection sitting in my pants.
"I should go," Chloe said and got off the couch.
My window was gone.
"I'll let you know about meeting with Psalter and give you a rundown of our new security measures tomorrow." She stood there, looking at me for another moment, then turned and left.
I thought about going after her, grabbing her wrist, pulling her toward me, and sliding my lips over hers. However… something told me not to do it. It didn’t feel right, and if I'd made a move on her right then, that fleeting, delicate opportunity would have been gone forever. She was my bodyguard, after all. Watching each other from a distance was one thing, but actual sex...
I sighed and almost reached for my phone to see where Erin was. God, how ridiculous was it that I was getting so used to getting regular sex that I couldn’t seem to go ten minutes without someone taking care of an erection.
As I closed my fingers around the phone, it buzzed as someone called. Danielle.
Monday, 6:05 pm
The elevator door dinged and slid open to reveal the lovely Danielle Holland standing in the way. Her hands were planted on either side of the jam, presenting herself to me. Her glossy, charcoal-black hair had been gathered at the nape of her neck and draped over one shoulder. She wore a white, lacy bra that cupped her small B-cup breasts and lifted them to maximize the cleavage she had. Matching panties cut high across her hips and ran between her legs, teasing at what lay behind the thin fabric. It was all accented with a sheer white robe loosely cinched around the waist by little more than a thin ribbon. The robe fell to her knees—not that it mattered. The filmy material was so thin and transparent that she might as well not have been wearing it. A thin fabric clung to her legs, held in place by a garter, but she wasn't wearing any shoes, keeping her natural height. She looked positively virginal.
"Hi," she said, flashing her beautiful smile at me as she batted her eyes. As usual, her green irises were emphasized with a touch of dark eyeliner and mascara to make her lashes stand out.
"Hey," I said, enjoying the sight of the beautiful young woman standing in the elevator's doorway, staring up at me like a pure offering. I stepped toward her, wrapped my arms around her waist, picked her up, and crushed her tight to me; her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms did the same to my neck as she brought her face close to mine.
"Congratulations, baby," she whispered as our noses brushed each other, her hooded forest-green eyes staring down into mine. Our lips met, and I immediately felt her tongue brush against mine, requesting entrance. I opened my mouth and received her gift, meeting hers with my own to allow them to dance together. One hand slid to the back of her head, guaranteeing her mouth couldn't escape mine anytime soon.
We shared a volcanic kiss for several minutes, standing in the elevator, her whimpering in my mouth as I breathed in her floral scent and kept her pressed close against me. Eventually, our lips parted, and she stared at me with a heated expression that almost made me drag her to the couch and fuck her right there.
Instead, she unwound her legs from my hips and slipped to the ground, her arms slipping from around my neck and trailing down my chest as she looked up at me. There was a little more color in her cheeks than just a few moments ago.
"Tell me you got on the elevator like this," I said, grinning down at her.
"The security down there would have liked that," Danni growled, her nose wrinkling cutely.
"I guarantee you they would have," I said, wondering how often the security talked about how much of a lucky son of a bitch I was.
"I changed on the elevator," she said. "I wanted to surprise you." She backed away a few steps and did a little spin for me.
"You certainly did," I said as my eyes drank in her form—soft skin, flared hips, beautiful round ass, feminine back, and lovely legs encased in silky hose.
"I have two more surprises for you," Danni said, picking up a bag on the elevator floor. I spied a corner of denim peeking out of the bag—probably the clothes she'd changed out of. She brushed past me and into the main living room. Dropping the bag by the first couch she came to, she reached in and pulled out a glass bottle. The condensation suggested that it was already chilled.
"Champaign?" I asked.
"This is the smaller one. The bigger one is later," she said, giving me a mischievous grin. When it came to troublemaking, she was no match for Erin, but in light of her sweet disposition and gentle spirit, her look suggested she had something absolutely sinful in store for me.
"You don't have to do this," I said.
"Of course I do," she said, unwrapping the neck of the bottle. "You had a major success today!" She handed it to me. "Would you mind?"
"I should probably open this over a sink," I said.
Danni gave me a look. "Seriously, Marcus. You're a billionaire. Make a little bit of a mess. Live a little!"
She was right. Holding the bottle away from us, I popped the cork and let bubbles cascade down the neck and across the rich tapestry underneath our feet.
"Whoo!" Danni cheered with a grin.
I raised the bottle to my lips and drank deeply of the bubbly alcohol. I'd had champagne before, but it had never been this good. Swallowing it, I passed the bottle to Danni; she took it, placed a hand on my chest, and gave me a gentle shove. I stumbled back, and she did it again. After the second time, the backs of my legs hit the couch, catching me off balance. I dropped into the soft leather cushion with Danielle standing just in front of me.
Still grinning down at me, she reached for the ribbon at her waist and tugged on one of the loose ends. The gauzy robe fell open, revealing what I'd already seen beneath it; she dropped her shoulders as she turned her head to the side, giving me a lovely view of her neck and chest as the robe slipped from her arms and dropped to her wrists. One side slid free while the other caught on the glass bottle in her grasp. She switched hands so the filmy material fell to the floor, forgotten as she stood before me with her beautiful figure on full display for me.
"Is this my other surprise?" I asked.
She gave me a small, mysterious smile and shook her head, then climbed into my lap so that she was straddling me. Pressing her lips to the mouth of the bottle, Danni tipped it back and took a long draught, her ivory throat rippling with every swallow. It was a beautiful, flawless work of art made even more white and pure when contrasted against the raven hair falling down one side.
Dropping her arm and the bottle next to me on the couch, Danielle looked down at me, her eyes clouded with desire and her cheeks slightly bulging with what I guessed was a mouthful of alcohol. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, wrapping her fingers around my jaw to hold it in place as she opened her mouth and let its contents drip into mine.
I drank it all, swallowing it in two gulps as her tongue invaded my mouth once more, sweeping across my tongue and exploring every inch available to her. The grip on my jaw was firm, and the kiss deepened.
Droplets of champagne spilled from my lips, and I could feel them running down my chin as she pulled away. Danni must have noticed them because she leaned forward, extended her tongue, and ran the flat of it up my chin, collecting all the droplets before they could fall.
Once she collected all the wayward champagne, she pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. “Ruin it,” she whispered. “Rip it open.”
Needing no encouragement, I grabbed the gauzy fabric covering her small breasts and gave it one firm tug. It ripped almost as if it were made of paper mache, separating and exposing Danielle’s chest and most of her abdomen. Her lingerie hung off her shoulders like tinsel hanging off a Christmas tree.
Champagne still in hand, Danni turned her head to the side, the tendons in her neck straining as she stretched her arms above her head, lifting her hair in one hand as the champagne bottle hung in the air. The act left her chest fully exposed; her breasts hung high. Her pretty pink nipples were subtly darker than her fair complexion, and it was hard to distinguish where her skin ended and areola began. Her nipples were already as hard as diamonds. The woman in my lap was a goddess.
Green bottle held high, Danni tipped it, and champagne spilled from the mouth, catching light and sparkling as it cascaded over her. She leaned back as the alcohol splashed over her chest, neck, and breasts; champagne dribbled off her and dropped to the floor, on the couch… my lap. However, little pools of it collected in the curves of her body—the hollow of her throat as she lay back, her belly button… between her breasts. Beads of it ran down her perfect ivory skin as she lay back, supported by my hand wrapped around her waist.
Someone had been taking lessons from the dancers.
Accepting the invitation, I leaned forward and dipped my tongue in my lover’s belly button, lapping the champagne up with one swipe of my tongue. Then I painted a trail up her torso—across her ribs and up between her breasts, which was about as far as I could go in our position. I had plenty to work with, though.
I lapped at the small pool gathered between her modest breasts, licking her champagne-flavored nipples before suckling on the hard little nubs of crinkled flesh and gaining a moan from Danni. Her arms wrapped around my neck and the back of my head as she pulled me into her breast, encouraging me to take as much of her small mound between my lips as possible. After a few minutes, I switched to the other one, rewarded with more sounds from my raven-haired beauty.
As I straightened, I pulled her out of her complicated dancer’s pose until she sat straight in my lap, doing my best to capture the little pool of champagne before it slipped free from the hollow of her throat. I lapped at her neck, running my tongue up the alabaster tower and tasting more alcohol.
Danni pulled back and placed the champagne bottle to my lips, pouring more between them. I held the cool liquid there as I watched her slip off my lap and slide to the floor between my knees. The bottle disappeared from her hands, left on the floor as she reached up, grabbed two handfuls of my hair, and pulled me down for a fierce kiss. Her mouth opened to accept the drink from my lips as I let the alcohol fall.
We stayed like that for several minutes, making out with each other with champagne heavy on our tongues as they sought dominance with each other. Her hands made their way to my lap, and I felt her fingers deftly work my belt free. We parted, and she gulped in lungfuls of oxygen as she stared up at me, her heated gaze peering through her thick, dark eyelashes like a hungry wolf in the woods.
“Lay back,” she whispered. “Just enjoy.”
Letting my head fall back against my couch, I closed my eyes and submitted to her pleasure. In moments, I felt the apartment’s cool air caress my cock moments before it was chased by the sensation of her warm breath, wet tongue, and then the hot confines of her mouth as she enveloped her lips around my member. I placed my hand on the back of her head and enjoyed the feel of her coarse hair sliding between my fingers as I ran them through her raven tresses. I wouldn’t last long in Danielle’s mouth, but I knew it wouldn’t take long to get hard for her again.
I smiled, remembering that despite today’s upsets, I’d won, and I was overjoyed to have Danni here to remind me of that.
Monday, 8:32 pm
“What are you thinking about?” Danni murmured as she pressed her lips into my hair for a kiss.
Her glossy fingernails were just long enough to graze my scalp as she ran them through my hair. The other hand lazily traced patterns across my chest while I laid back against hers, my head cradled in the crook of her neck.
“Us,” I said.
She grew quiet, and the silence stretched on for several minutes.
“Oh,” she finally said.
Out of all the women in my life, Danielle might be the best of them. She was sweet, polite, empathetic, kind, attentive, and loving—everything a guy could want in a girlfriend or wife. On top of all that, she’d admitted that she knew better than to demand monogamy out of me if we were to start anything serious. That was a hell of a deal to pass up.
“I was thinking about Carla and Astrid, too,” I admitted. If there was any future for us, I wanted to be honest. After making love to Danni for the third time—honestly, that was the only thing I could call it—I walked her through the details of what happened at the meeting, leaving nothing out. I even told her about my talk with Hiro, Astrid, and Carla after the meeting. She also got the full run-down on how things went with Jessica, hearing that she’d tried to get back together with me only after I’d inherited my grandfather’s wealth. Danni had earned my honesty, and I would give it to her to the best of my ability.
“That’s what a girl wants to hear right after being fucked,” Danni said, but there was no real heat in her words.
“Not like that,” I said. “I was thinking about how Carla and Astrid asked me for a date. There’s nothing there. I know Carla is only interested in my money, and I don’t know enough about Astrid, but I doubt she’d give some random guy off the street the time of day, so she’s probably only interested for similar reasons.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” Danni said.
“No, but it’s a pretty safe bet,” I said. “And I’m sure I would have never heard from Jessica again if it hadn’t been for the money. It got me wondering… would there have been a chance for us if we’d met randomly in a bar or a grocery store?”
She didn’t immediately respond, and I quickly followed it up with, “I’m not accusing you of—”
“No,” Danni said, “I know. You’re wondering if what I’m feeling is real or if I’m just caught up in all the extra stuff.”
“Kind of,” I admitted.
“I can’t answer that,” Danni said, pulling her legs up so her knees were on either side of my chest. I wrapped my arms around her naked thighs and started to slowly stroke them, marveling at the sensation as my fingertips grazed over her silky skin. “We can’t know what the ‘path not taken’ holds, and guessing seems kind of pointless, but I understand why you’re asking the question and the hesitation at making a commitment. In fact, I’m grateful that you’re taking your time in giving me an answer.”
“Why?”
“Because I know you’re considerate and that you’re going to give it serious thought,” she said. “You’re not just going to tell me what I want to hear or reject me out of hand without giving me a chance.”
I closed my eyes and nestled my head deeper into the nape of her neck. “You’re really too good for me, you know that?”
“That’s for me to decide,” she said, and I could hear a note of pleasure in her voice.
“What would a relationship between us look like?” I asked.
“Dates,” she cooed. “Sex. Lots of sex.”
“That’s already happening.”
“More sex, I mean, and… eventually… maybe… love?”
That drew my attention, and I looked up at her.
“I’m not saying I love you right now,” Danni said, smiling down at me.
“You already admitted it.”
She punched my arm playfully with a fist. “I said I was falling for you, jerk. I never said ‘love.’”
We both chuckled as we stared at each other. Eventually, the laughter died, and we kept looking at each other. “What about the others?” I asked.
Her green eyes studied mine in silence that lasted much longer than was comfortable. “I think… I’d be okay sharing you with others,” she said, her voice soft… almost as if she couldn't fully commit to the idea, but she was trying.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “It’s one thing for us to fuck around with other people while we’re just friends, but you’re okay with an open relationship?”
“Aren’t you?”
I thought again about the other night… about sharing Jess with some of the guys and how I didn’t feel any particular jealousy about it. I imagined Danni replacing my ex, wondering how I would feel about seeing this sweet girl holding me in her arms fucking another man. I immediately rejected it. I didn’t desire Jessica’s affection. I didn’t particularly care about her warmth or want to be touched by her like Danni was touching me now. Danni, though… her eyes melted me, and the possibility of seeing her every day, looking at me the way she did… it was a beautiful dream. The idea of another man pleasuring her made my stomach twist.
“I wouldn’t want to share you,” I said, then clarified, “Not with another man.”
A thin, perfectly manicured eyebrow arched as she attempted a poker face while staring down at me. She was terrible at it—I could detect a hint of a smile as she fought to keep it in check. The idea that I valued her enough to not want to share her seemed to please her. “Don’t you think that’s kind of selfish?”
I closed my eyes, shrugged, and nestled my head back into her neck as my hands began stroking up and down her thighs once more. “Maybe it is. It’s probably unfair, but that’s how I feel.”
The next few minutes passed, and I felt her lips brush the side of my head again. “I’d… want full disclosure on all the women and an open invitation to join in if I wanted,” she murmured. I simply nodded; if we were going to start a relationship where she let me sleep with whoever I wanted while refraining from sleeping with other men, that was entirely reasonable.
“I’d also want veto power.”
Once again, I looked up at her and found her staring down at me in all seriousness. It wasn’t an unreasonable request, but I would be giving her a considerable amount of power. Sure, I could always go back on any agreement I made with her, but I didn’t want to do that with Danni. She was too pure a soul, and she was already making so many concessions in this whole negotiating process.
“I wouldn’t abuse it,” she said, answering my concern without me having to even voice it. “I’d mainly want it to protect our relationship. There’s only one woman I can think of that I’d want to veto anyway.”
“Really?” I asked, sitting up. I turned to face her. “Who?”
“Natalie,” Danni said, looking a little uncomfortable.
“What? Why?”
“I saw the way you looked at her the other night,” she said. “At the party.”
“I didn’t—”
“Marcus, given half the chance, you would have taken her right there in front of all your guests, parents included. I thought I would have to push you in the pool and cool you off.”
Had I really looked like that? I thought I’d been relatively normal around her, and no one else commented on my behavior around my former coworker. The confusion on my face must have been apparent because Danni said, “Ask Erin. She’ll agree with me.”
“Okay,” I said, “Well, you don’t have to worry about her. She’s taken.”
Danielle didn’t look entirely convinced but nodded and eyed me as she waited for me to continue.
“There’s something you should know,” I said and proceeded to tell her about Bobbi. I told her about how we used to work together and how she was a complete nightmare of a woman. How I’d gone out to dinner with her and how we’d hate fucked that night. I told her about dragging Helen into it… about that night in the hotel room with her friend. I told her about her training while we were in Vegas and our reunion. She listened as I described how she ate Erin out at the breakfast table and accompanied me to Vegas, only to be used by Shea and me for most of the five-hour trip out there. I told her everything without having to point out who she was. Danielle knew who I was talking about. She’d been easy to spot walking around that house and avoiding everyone, almost like she was a damn ghost wearing a collar with ‘Kitten’ emblazoned on it.
By the time I filled her in on all the details, I'd left nothing out. She needed to know all the gory details before committing to anything if we became a couple. After witnessing Emily's reaction, I braced myself for something similar from Danni.
I got the exact opposite. As I wrapped everything up, filling her in on some of the more sordid details of that night in the dungeon with Bobbi and Helen, I noticed Danielle’s cheeks flushed with color, and a pink blush had spread across her chest. She snuck a hand between her legs so that her fingers could drape over her clean-shaven mound, where they lazily traced over her damp outer lips.
Danni had no poker face, and I could see the open lust in her eyes. Her reaction reminded me of Helen's when she was around Bobbi.
No.... that wasn't right. Helen looked like a predator ready to pounce at the mere mention of Bobbi. This looked more like Erin's reaction—simply turned on.
I was encouraged by the lack of screaming or leaving that Danni was doing.
"You don't seem very upset by any of this," I pointed out.
Danni bit her lip contemplatively as she stared at me, fingertips still tracing across her puffy outer pussy lips.
"I'm not," she said.
"Aren't you sleeping with tons of women already?" She asked.
"Well, yeah, but that's not the only reason to be upset."
Danni slipped her bottom lip between her teeth and gently nibbled on it as she studied me. "She said she wanted it, right?"
"Yes... but with a lot of heavy coercion."
"Stop overthinking it," Danni said. "She wants it. You want it. That's it."
"That's it," I repeated. "And that's all you have to say about it..."
"Well, no," she said. "It's kind of hot."
"I can tell." I glanced between her legs, where she had dipped her middle finger between petals that were clearly slick with her arousal. Despite having just fucked, I could feel the stirrings of my cock, thanks mainly to the view she was providing me.
"It's time for your other surprise," Danni said. She stirred the moist insides of her pussy for a beat longer, then pulled her damp finger out and popped it into her mouth. Breaking into a grin, she hummed as she sucked her juices off the tip of her digit. Then she rolled over and reached for her bag beside the bed.
As she stretched toward her belongings, I admired the unique position her body was in. One breast was pulled tight against her chest as she reached for her bag. The low light from the bedside lamp played with the subtle curves of muscle, the expanse of pale skin stretched over her rib cage, the gentle slope of her waist and feminine belly. She looked like a statue in the Greek style, displayed in one of those positions Michaelangelo found so fascinating. Part of me wanted her to stay like that so I could run my fingertips over every curve and plane of her body.
Then she sat up, and the moment passed. Danni held a small bottle in her hand and grinned at me as she held it up—a water-based lube.
"What's that for?" I asked, glancing down at her still-soaked pussy.
"I've never taken it in the ass before," Danielle said.
"Oh..." I said, suddenly realizing what she wanted.
"Marcus," she said, leaning forward until she was on all fours. "Would you like to do the honors of taking my last virginity?"
She crawled toward me as I swallowed and took in the sight of her small breasts as they hung underneath her like two small mounds roughly the shape and size of champagne glasses. Small light-pink nipples stood at full attention.
Reaching me, she crawled into my lap and wrapped one arm around my neck, holding up the bottle as an offering as she looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. The lid to the bottle was already loosened, and as I took it from her grasp, she caught the small cap, pulled it off the bottle, and tossed it somewhere. Then she held out her hand for me to pour some into her palm.
After I poured out a liberal amount of the bottle, Danni reached behind her and began working her hand back and forth across her ass, working the thing lubricant across the canyon between her cheeks as she brought her face close to mine, nuzzling our noses together.
"Can you take it easy on me?" she whispered. "I've never done this before, and you aren't small."
"You don't have to do this," I said back to her, hoping that she would insist. I'd only ever fucked two women in the ass before—Jessica and Erin. Erin had only been once, egged on by Helen while Danni had been present, helping me guide my cock to my assistant's tight little hole. It had been the tightest place my dick had ever been, which was no surprise considering how tiny Erin was.
Jess, on the other hand, was larger, with wide birthing hips and a generous ass. I wasn't sure how much of a role that sort of thing played in how tight a woman's ass was, but while it was a snug fit, our first time hadn't seemed as painful or as slow as Erin's.
Now I was going to fuck a third girl's ass. While Danni wasn't as slight as Erin, she was closer to my assistant in size than Jessica.
"I want to," Danielle whispered back. "I'd eventually give it up to someone, and I'd rather it be you than anyone. I know you'll be gentle."
"Of course," I said and reached up to cup an ivory cheek in one hand. I stroked her lips with my thumb, and she captured it between them, suckling on it as we gazed at each other, her tongue bathing it.
Then she pulled away, keeping suction on my thumb as I slowly extracted it from between her lips as she climbed off my lap. On her hands and knees, she turned so that her ass was facing me. I was graced with the sight of her dark pink crinkled little nestled in the trench between her ass cheeks. The entire length from her tailbone to the bottom of her pussy gleamed with lubricant.
I rose to my knees, closed the distance between us, and placed my hand on her lower back so that my thumb—still wet from being in Danni's mouth—rested on the opening of her anus.
I glanced up and met her green eyes as she stared back at me from over her shoulder. "I'm going to start with my thumb, and when you're comfortable with that, I'll upgrade, okay?"
She simply nodded, lust mixed with a little apprehension in her green eyes. I pressed my thumb to the puckered hole and applied pressure, feeling a little resistance as I invaded her rear end.
"How does it feel," I asked as I worked my thumb back and forth, enjoying the feel of her tight opening's grip as I inserted more with each stroke.
"It's a little weird but oddly satisfying. It's not uncomfortable at all."
"This isn't as thick as my dick," I said.
"Oh, I know," Danni said. "Thank you for starting out with it. I would have let you go straight to your cock."
"I wouldn't do that," I said. "Especially not to you."
"You're sweet," she sighed. "Could you fuck me while you do that?"
I obliged, lining up my cock with the opening of her pussy and sliding it inside just as I'd done earlier. She was still wet, so it took no time for my entire length to be buried inside her.
She purred, "Mmmm... that's it, baby. You're home."
It was something a lover would say. A girlfriend or wife, and that's when I realized that Danielle really was falling in love with me, and if I was being honest, I could see myself falling in love with someone like her.
Placing my free hand on her waist, I gently gripped it as I started slowly pistoning in and out of her warm, wet pussy as I did the same with the thumb in her ass. She gently bounced back against me, matching my rhythm with every thrust as we fell in sync with each other.
There was less desperation in this session as her wet canal gripped my hard cock and tried to milk it. It was a more comfortable fuck, with a lazy rhythm that we continued non-stop for the next several minutes. Danni cooed and sighed as she thrust back against me, her breathing growing increasingly shallow.
Finally, she cried out—not violently. She didn't scream my name. It was the low, soft moan of a woman riding out an orgasm that was more of a gentle river washing over her instead of a massive wave crashing into every facet of her being. She gave me a shudder as she buried her face in the mattress and gave out a prolonged peel of soft pleasure. Even the feel of her pussy contracting around my cock seemed almost lazy. It was a fuck between two people intimately familiar with and comfortable with each other.
Which was good because as soon as her gentle shaking subsided, I pulled out of her pussy and extracted my thumb. It was time to crank things up a notch. Fucking her had been a tease, but now I wanted mine.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass now," I growled as my grip on her waist tightened. I wrapped my fingers around my steel-hard rod and aimed the tip at her well-oiled opening, utilizing the lube and the juices from her pussy to make it as easy to slip inside her as possible. I pressed my hips forward and felt the mushroom tip of my dick slip inside her tight opening.
Danni sucked in a small breath, and I felt her puckered hole clench around my thick tip. Placing my hand on her back, I rubbed it gently and soothed, “You’re going to have to relax if you don’t want it to hurt.”
“I know,” she said, her voice tense with concern. “I can’t help it.”
“Just give it a try,” I said and leaned forward to place small kisses along her spine, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin under my lips. My caresses must have eased her because after a few moments, the puckered ring of her ass relaxed, and the pressure on my dick from leaning forward caused some of the head to ease into her until the thickest part of my cock rested around the opening.
I straightened, looked down at where my member connected with her opening, and drooled all over the head of my cock and her ass, my saliva stretching out as it fell the distance to where we were joined.
Spreading it around the head, I then placed a hand on her hip and increased the pressure on her ass, feeling the head of my cock slip another half inch inside her as the mushroom head fully submerged within the depths with a little pop.
“Oh fuck,” Danni hissed.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah… it’s just… you know.”
“We don’t have to keep going,” I said.
“No,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me. “I want this. I want you inside of me. Please…”
That was enough for me; without another moment’s hesitation, I put a little more pressure on my hips and felt the next half inch of my shaft slide inside her. Meanwhile, I reached underneath her, found her clit with my fingertips, and began stroking it.
“Oooh… yeah…” she cooed as I started working a little more than an inch of my hard cock in and out of her. Each thrust introduced a fraction more of my length to her back door as I continued to manipulate her clitoris. I watched as her fingernails dug into the sheets of my bed. Her head hung down, her hair a charcoal curtain that hid her face from me. I was concerned that I might be hurting her… Danni was a gentle soul, and causing her pain was the last thing I wanted to do. Still… she had asked for this, and taking her anal virginity was not only incredibly appealing… it felt really damn good.
Stroking her pussy helped, and within the next five minutes, I had nearly half of my member buried inside this beautiful woman’s ass. She was moving it, rotating it in little motions as she moaned, still gripping the sheets tight in her hand as I continued to slide in and out of her.
As hot as taking Danielle’s virgin ass was, though, it was getting a little dull. I couldn’t see her face. I couldn’t look at her body… she wasn’t interacting with me aside from rotating her hips on my cock, and as enjoyable as that was, I needed more. I was used to Erin constantly upping the ante or Bobbi railing against me as I took her. I even had Helen urging me on with her dark words as I took Erin’s ass for the first time, making it an unbelievable experience.
This time was just me, and I needed more from my ivory angel than just dominating her ass. I needed to look her in the eyes and smell her breath.
I slid another half inch into her as I leaned forward, wrapped a hand around her neck, and pulled her up so that her back was against my chest. She grunted—a sound that was cut short as I gripped her throat tight in my hand. Keeping a grip firmly on her hip, I began working my dick in and out of her ass while keeping her firmly against me.
My teeth raked across the skin of her freckled shoulder, licking her salty, ivory flesh as I worked in and out of her, getting closer with every stroke to having my entire member buried inside of her.
She groaned and moaned with every stroke, whimpering so I could hear the vibrations from her throat against my palm as I fucked her ass. I slid my hand up her throat to grip her jaw and bit down on her ear as I switched up my thrusts to make long, clean strokes, making sure that the most sensitive parts of my cock ran across the tight ring of her anus. I slid my hand off my hip and around to her front, picking up where I left off with her pussy.
“Oh my fuck…” Danni gasped.
“You like that?” I asked her. “You like that I’m taking your ass?”
“God, yes,” Danni panted.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little… but it feels good… at the same time… especially… nnng!”
She shuddered in my arms as an impending orgasm began to invade her body.
“Tell me what you want, Danni,” I said, unsure what her answer would be.
“What?” She gasped, and I felt her head jerk toward my face as if trying to look at me, but I kept it firmly in place, my lips next to her ear as I picked up the pace and continued to fuck her.
“What do you want?” I asked her.
“I don’t…”
I let go of her jaw and dropped my hand to her breast, palming one in my hand before pinching her nipple between my fingers and twisting it almost cruelly, eliciting a hiss from her. “Tell me… what you want,” I breathed in her ear.”
“I want…”
By now, I could fully bury my dick in her bowels, pulling out till just the mushroom head was in, and then fucking back in her again. The full length of my cock running in and out of the elastic ring of her anus was driving me crazy, teasing my cock closer and closer to orgasm in a way that a pussy couldn’t.
“I want…”
“Oh fuck,” I moaned into her ear and twisted her nipple hard. “I’m gonna cum in your ass.”
“That’s what I want,” she wailed.
“What?” I growled in her ear, picking up speed as I approached ever closer to cumming in her tight ass. “What do you want?”
“I want to belong to you! I want to be yours!”
“Oh fuck,” I muttered, burying my face in her dark hair as I felt my orgasm approaching. My fingertips were a blur over her wet cunt as I manipulated her as hard and furiously as I could. The image of a collar around her neck… of leading her on a leash as I did Bobbi… of having her as my very own… it was too much, and I felt myself explode deep in her ass.
I pulled her against me as I growled loudly into her hair.
“Oh fuck! Yes, baby!” she wailed and bucked against my hand. “Fuck! Make me yours! Please, Marcus! Please! Please!”
Tuesday, 12:18 am
I checked the time on my phone; it was roughly midnight.
Idly spinning the phone between my fingers, I watched the still form of Danni as she slept peacefully in my bed. Her form—dwarfed by my California King—rose and fell slightly with the deep, peaceful sleep that had overtaken her. After I finished fucking her ass, we cuddled for half an hour before I got up, washed my dick off, and proceeded to eat her out before fucking her again. It was slow and languid, this time—the action of two long-time lovers who simply enjoyed each others’ bodies. I enjoyed watching her reach a slow, languid climax underneath me while I kissed her modest breasts, up her soft neck, and all over her face. Making this woman cry out in pleasure as she writhed underneath me was an absolute joy.
I wanted to say yes to her request to be my girlfriend, but something had stopped me. Like that morning last week, she’d been left with maybe. She’d been content enough with it, but I could see the insecurity in her eyes. I hated doing that to her, and something told me I would have to make up my mind soon. Only, if I denied her, I had a feeling I might lose her for good.
I would have been fine without her. I had Erin, Shea, Helen, Bobbi… there were plenty of women to be with when you were the wealthiest man in the world and relatively good-looking.
But there was only one Danielle Holland, and any man would be lucky to call her his.
She’d made some interesting offers—offering to let me sleep with other women while remaining monogamous when it came to other men. It was a rare offer. It probably couldn’t last for the long term and would likely end with her in tears. Danni was a hell of a woman, but she’d shown signs of jealousy, and I had a feeling it would eventually get the best of her.
The fact was… I just didn’t know.
I sighed. Thanks to the events earlier that day and now Danni, I was having a hard time sleeping.
And as satisfying as fucking Danni was, something had been missing. After making an enemy of Hiro Tanaka, I found myself wanting to release some of my pent-up frustration in ways that I wasn’t sure Danni was up for… at least, not yet.
Unlocking my phone, I pulled up my text chain with Erin and texted her. You awake?
About fifteen seconds later, I got a reply. Yessir.
I texted back. Meet me in the dungeon in twenty minutes.
If I couldn’t sleep, I might as well get up and do something fun.
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