The Love Of Money - S01 E26

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The Love Of Money - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

Marcus. I do this for you, and all is forgiven, right?"

Old Marcus might have let her get away with it, but I was no longer that guy who would have been grateful to get a handjob from someone as beautiful as Bobbi. Now, I was fucking women like Helen. This was nothing.

I narrowed my eyes. "Bobbi, you don't think giving me one sad handjob is going to make up for everything, do you?"

Her stroking slowed and she looked at me with apparent confusion, "Why not?"

I grabbed her wrist in one hand and pried her fingers off my cock, not sure I wanted them there after what I was about to say. "Because there's no handjob in the world worth that!"

She glanced at my cock, then back up at me. "Okay then," she said as she slowly stood up straight. "What will it take?" Her tone had shifted from sweet to flat and transactional; that seductive demeanor evaporated in an instant.

I let go of her wrist and stood up along with her, not giving her the chance to look down on me. "I don't know. A hell of a lot more than you have to give."

She stared up at me in utter silence, jaw set and eyes aflame. Then she literally snarled at me.

"Fine! Then fuck you, Marcus! Go to fucking hell! I hope you get cancer and die!" She punched me in the chest as hard as she could, and then reared back to do it again. "I hope you give your mom aids, you piece of fucking shit!"

And there it was. The tone I was used to hearing in her voice... the cutting words... the insults. As I suspected, she wasn't learning a lesson. She wasn't changing. She was still the same Bobbi Nanford that I'd known for nearly a year.

Only this time, didn't have to put up with it.

I caught her wrist in my hand to keep her from hitting me again, grabbed her by her hair, and yanked her toward me. She toppled forward, thrown off balance by the swing of her fist, and I used the momentum to twist and drive her face-first into the bed, shoving her face into the mattress as I kept a firm grip on the back of her head. I let go of her wrist, grabbed the hem of her dress, and dragged it over her thighs and ass to expose them to my view.

I already knew Bobbi's ass was small and tight. It wasn't hard to guess judging by how she looked in those skirts she always wore around the office, but seeing the bare flesh of her small, rounded cheeks was a completely different matter. They were twin globes of milky white flesh parted by a lacy, black thong running between them. Her pale thighs were currently spread as she flailed her legs, trying to break free of the hold I had on her, but it had the benefit of allowing me to clearly see the thin scrap of lacy, black fabric covering the puffy mound of her pussy. I was tempted to grab her thong and yank it upward to see how far that fabric would dig into her cunt before it actually snapped, but there was something else I wanted to do first. It was something I'd imagined countless times over the past year.

I unceremoniously raised my hand and brought it down. A loud crack accompanied the blow of my palm on her right ass cheek, and an angry red welt began to materialize, marring the lovely skin of her perky, white butt. I raised my hand and brought it down on her ass again, leaving another patch of angry, red skin where I struck.

Bobbi screamed into the mattress and twisted violently under my grasp. She managed to roll her head to the side, freeing her mouth. "Ow! What the fuck!?"

Another blow on her ass followed; she squealed and reached back to try to block my hand with her own. I grabbed one arm, pulled it to the side, and used a knee to pin it to the bed. That freed me to grab her other arm and pin it to the bed, keeping her ass unobstructed so I could continue assaulting it. I proceeded with several more blows, and each one was rewarded by a bellow of outrage from Bobbi.

"You're never-" SLAP. "Going" SLAP. "To mistreat-" SLAP. "Anyone-" SLAP. "Again!" SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

My hand was starting to sting from the repeated blows on Bobbi's ass, but I barely registered it as I continued to deliver spankings. I was too invested in what I was doing to care about her attempts to kick my shin. She was positioned so badly that the blows were largely ineffective anyway

She screamed again, her face as red as her ass as I continued to rain blows on it. I was starting to worry that she would attract someone's attention, but it was unlikely. This was the most expensive suite in the entire hotel, with rooms I hadn't even bothered to explore yet. I hadn't seen any other doors to any other rooms, and was pretty confident that no one beneath us could hear a damn thing. Even if someone did come, what was stopping me from just paying them to go away? It had worked earlier with Andrew.

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed back at me, trying to wrench herself free from my grasp.

I stopped spanking her and released my hold on both her arms as I rolled her on her back, and leaned in close. "Fuck me? Fuck you, bitch!"

She started pummeling my chest with her fists and I kept trying to bat them out of the way, finally grasping both and pinning them both to the bed so that I now hovered over her. She still struggled, and when that proved fruitless, she screamed again and tried to snap at my face, her teeth clicking as they brushed my nose.

"What are you going to do now, huh? Are you going to fuck me?" She said through a clenched jaw. "I'm going to tell everyone you raped me! I'll show them the bruises! I'll get your ass thrown in jail. I'll fucking sue you for all-"

I slapped her across the face, which cut the rest of her tirade short. She looked up at me with big, beautiful eyes wide with shock. That was quickly replaced by even more rage.

My own shock lasted longer than hers. Before today, I'd never hit a woman in my life.

"You feel like a big man, hitting a woman?" she hissed at me through gritted teeth. Even her loud, shallow breathing sounded enraged.

I already felt bad for slapping her across the face. Hearing her say things like that only made it worse, so I did the only thing I could think to do... the only thing I really wanted to do, at that moment. I grabbed her by the throat, and positioned my hand just under her jawline. Her eyes went wide again and her angry breathing became raspy; she raised her chin, and even through her shock, she still managed to stare at me in utter defiance. She opened her mouth to say something else and I crushed my lips on hers just to shut her the fuck up.

I kept my tongue in my mouth, sure that if I attempted to invade hers, she would snap it right off. As soon as I sealed my lips on hers, I could hear her breathing become louder as she inhaled and exhaled through her nose, and her single free hand began beating on my back.

But at the same time, her mouth began moving against mine as she began kissing me back. I didn't feel a tongue, but her lips moved harshly against mine, attempting to bruise them with their ferocity. The kiss began to morph into something else... more of a mutual dance of defiance and hatred. I felt her teeth graze against my bottom lip, trying to capture it between hers, and despite how turned on I was at the moment, I pulled back to prevent her from actually sinking her incisors into my flesh. When it was obvious

she'd she'd failed, Bobbi spit at me, and I felt warm saliva coat my cheek.

"Fuck you," she said again.

"Fuck you," snarled back.

Then she raised her head to meet mine in another bruising kiss, only this time her tongue speared into my mouth in search of mine, and attempted to treat it with the same intensity her lips had treated mine. Sahe wrapped her legs around mine and began thrusting her crotch into mine. Her fist had stopped trying to strike me and instead slid up to the back of my head, where she held a fistful of my hair in one hand and kept a tight, painful grasp on it. As her grip tightened, so did the hold I had on her throat.

When I heard her squeal into my mouth, I loosened my grip on her throat, afraid that I might actually suffocate her. She pulled her mouth off mine and coughed into my face between mouthfuls of oxygen. Then she let go of my hair and struck me in the face with an open palm.

"See how you like it!"

"Fuck you, Bobbi!" I yelled at her and slapped her back.

She grunted with the force of the blow and said, "What are you waiting for, cocksucker?"

I shoved her so that she slid up the bed, allowing me room to get my full body on the mattress with her. The movement pulled her legs free from around my waist, and now that there was space between our bodies, I used the opportunity to grab the lacy black dental floss barely covering her groin. With a single yank, I ripped then off her. With her dress bunched around her waist, she was now nude from the waist down. Her entire crotch glistened with arousal; her mons and vulva were a bit more prominent than Jessica's or Helen's, making her entire pussy look more pronounced and puffy. Her outer lips were swollen, and the inner lips of her pussy were already parted, the inside glistening and an angry shade of red that was on brand with everything else about Bobbi.

Bobbi started to scoot away from me, and I clamped a hand on her thigh and quickly moved up her body so that I was face to face with her again. I gripped her jaw in one hand and forced her to look directly at me, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"Anywhere but here with you," she spat back, "You're pathetic. You won't do anything to me. You're a fucking weak lose-"

I shut her up again with another bruising kiss to the mouth and

pushed my hips forward, the tip of my rock-hard dick easily finding

its way inside Bobbi's soaking wet pussy. The last thing I wanted

to be was gentle, so the moment I felt the mushroom head sinking between her inner lips, I crammed my entire cock into her in one hard thrust. Bobbi seized, her lips frozen on mine as she felt my length invade her.

I was fucking Bobbi Nanford. The queen bitch of Marduke... the woman who had made my work a hell on earth. I despised her. Most people hated her, but I hated her more. I hated her with the burning hatred that was on par with the molten core of this planet. I hated the way she talked to me. I hated how lazy she was. I hated the fact that she got away with so much. I hated her voice. I hated the way her ass swayed when she walked. I hated her lips and her eyes and the way the little pink tip of her tongue wetted her lips when she was concentrating on something. I hated how much her tight little body turned me on.

Before I gave her a chance to recover from impaling her, I pulled most of my length out of her and Immediately thrust back into her again, slamming my hips into her. She gasped in my mouth, then tore her lips off mine and let out a shuddering breath as her entire body quivered beneath me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to be the nice guy. Not where Bobbi was concerned. It wasn't enough that I'd trapped her beneath me and had stuck my dick in her. I needed to break her. Possess her.

Her tremors started to subside and she let out a loud moan and turned her head away from me, exposing the pale expanse of her neck. The sight was so tempting that I grabbed her hair and pulled on it, wrenching her head even more to the side to expose even more of her neck to me. I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into the soft flesh between her neck and her shoulder as I roughly palmed one of her tits through the thin fabric of her dress with my other hand. I squeezed it just hard enough to get her attention as I bit down and sucked on her soft skin.

"What the fuck? Ow! Hey!" She started to protest, turning her head to try to push me out of the spot on her neck I'd latched onto. I gave her hair a firm yank, sending the clear message that I wouldn't be defied. I began kissing it, running my tongue up her pale skin to her ear. Reaching her earlobe, I pulled it between my lips and chewed on it while I trapped her nipple between two fingers and began pinching it hard. I heard her gasp and felt her arch her back, pressing her slender body into me as I began pistoning my dick in and out of her sopping wet snatch.

"You asked me what it'll take," I whispered in her ear. "If you want to earn anything from me, it'll take much more than a handjob. You don't get it. I fucking own you." She attempted to turn her head at those words, about to say something, but I yanked on her hair again, keeping her head canted to the side. She grunted in pain, cutting off whatever she was about to say. "If I want you to strip and sit in my office like some fucking ornament, you'll do it. If you have any hope of ever having a normal life again, you'll do what I say. If I want you to spend the rest of your time at my company getting coffee for everyone, that's what you'll do."

I kissed her cheek, and felt her violently shake her head in an attempt to get my lips off her, but I didn't let it discourage me. I trailed my lips across her jawline and up till I felt the corner of her mouth on my lips. I gave my hips a particularly violent thrust and yanked the fabric covering the breast I'd been fondling aside, enjoying the feel of her soft skin as I kneaded her tender breast in my hand. I kept her head firmly in place with the grip I had on her hair.

'Maybe I'll make you my personal assistant. You can spend all your time under my desk with my cock in your mouth. Maybe I'll share you with other men. It's not like I'd be jealous. I fucking hate you too much. All that matters is that I own you." I released my grip on her hair, reached down with both hands, grabbed her wrists, and held them above her head as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. She didn't fight back at all as I crossed her wrists and held them in one hand. I grabbed her throat with the other just below her jaw and forced her to look at me again.

"And not only will you do every single thing I order, you'll love it. You already do, don't you, Bobbi? That's why you're here. You don't have a single fucking place to go... no one to turn to. You realize what everyone else already knows how much of a piece of shit you are. How worthless you are... and the only thing you can think to do is let me use you. Maybe I'll give you a place to stay tonight. Maybe I won't have you arrested. You're desperate enough."

I began fucking her violently. "And you hate yourself so much that you want this."

She shook her head as much as she could, speaking through gritted teeth and throwing me a glare to match. Despite that, she was meeting each thrust of my hips with her own. "Fuck you, Marcus. No I don't. I fucking hate this. I fucking hate you!"

I leaned forward until my lips were almost brushing hers, increasing the pressure on her neck as I continued to pound away at her pussy. Her groin was thrusting into me forcefully, actively participating in her violation. "Then why are you soaking wet, slut? Why are you fucking me back?"

"I fucking hate it, you cocksucker," she spat back at me, avoiding answering my question. I Increased the pressure on her neck a little more, hearing a strained sound accompanying each breath. I was now pounding away with her with complete abandon. Fuck, this woman drove me crazy.