A Bona Fide Gold Digger

by Allison Hobbs

  “Milan. Say hello to Nyla.”

  “Hi, Nyla,” Milan muttered uncertainly. The new world she’d stepped into was filled with surprises, but aside from serving Gerard by obeying his explicit command, she’d found none of the discoveries very pleasant.

  She’d particularly despised having been made aware of his weird relationship with Ming. Now this. Finding him in possession of Ming’s property did not fill her with warm feelings. Ming, after all, tried to tempt him with sharing ownership of her female submissives. Was that the reason her two pets were here with Gerard?

  But why, she wondered, was Nyla being granted the liberty of walking upright when Casey was made to crawl? Was there a difference in ownership? Did Nyla belong to Gerard? From a distance, Milan scrutinized Nyla’s collar. It was a replica of the one Casey wore. She strained to read the script, but couldn’t make out the letters. If the black beauty belonged to Gerard, Milan feared she’d collapse and die instantly from a broken heart.

  “I’m taking care of Ming’s submissives while she’s out of town on a business trip. It’s time for Nyla’s exercise. Make yourself comfortable while I walk her upstairs.” Gerard pointed to the sofa. He led Nyla past Milan. The woman kept her eyes focused on Gerard as he gingerly pulled the leash.

  Milan didn’t like Gerard’s expression. He looked delighted with Nyla. It couldn’t have been Milan’s imagination. Gerard looked giddy with joy. And he was so enthralled with Nyla, he forgot to give Milan the nod to bow down and kiss his feet.

  She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on upstairs. Gerard and Nyla were quiet as mice. Milan strained to listen but she couldn’t hear a sound. She checked the time. They’d been upstairs for ten minutes. What could be taking so long? She longed to be in Gerard’s presence; she hadn’t come over to sit on the sofa alone. She wanted some attention, even if it meant being disciplined.

  Bored and curious, she crept into the dining room. Maybe Casey would give her some information. She gasped in shock when she found Casey locked inside a large cage and looking completely miserable curled up in the confining space. The uppity redhead had been thoroughly put in her place. Being treated like an animal served her right but, needing information from the young captive, Milan held back a gloating smile.

  “Casey,” Milan said in a whisper. “Does Nyla belong to Gerard or Ming?”

  Casey’s face contorted. She shrank back, scooting to the back of the cage as if she’d been splashed with boiling water. Then she let out several small yelps that sounded very much like the high-pitched yap of a small dog.

  Mystified by Casey’s reaction, Milan stared at her in disbelief. “I just asked you a simple question…” Suddenly Milan felt someone’s presence. Casey’s terror-stricken eyes shot upward. Instinctively, Milan spun around. With his arms folded, Gerard stood behind her in the doorway. Wearing a terrible scowl, he shook his head.

  “Ming tried to warn me. She told me I was wasting my time trying to train you. She said you would never respect my authority, that I could never train you to be as obedient and well trained as her submissives. I guess she was right,” he said in a tone that was a mixture of sorrow and anger. He turned a softer gaze down at Casey. “Good girl, Casey,” he said. He walked toward the cage and then unlocked it. He reached inside and patted the top of Casey’s head. “Good girl,” he repeated. “Your bark let me know that there was trouble.”

  Casey nuzzled Gerard’s hand, rubbing her nose and lips against it. Then she licked it, running her tongue appreciatively over his fingers and the top of his hand. Milan wanted to kick the redhead for getting her in trouble.

  Gerard reached in his pocket and held out a cupped hand. “Good girl,” he repeated as he fed Casey some sort of treat from his palm. “Now, run upstairs and play with Nyla. I’ll be up in a few minutes,” he told her and lightly smacked her bottom.

  As Casey scampered away on her hands and knees, Gerard followed her with fondness in his eyes. His eyes turned cold when they shifted back to Milan’s face.

  “I told you to sit on the sofa and wait.”

  “I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me.” Milan dropped to the floor and desperately tried to press her lips against Gerard’s feet. He grabbed the collar of her coat and pulled her upright. “I want you to undress and get in the cage,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Solemnly, she took off all her clothes. “Give me your wristwatch,” he ordered. Obediently, Milan took off the watch and placed it in Gerard’s outstretched hand.

  “Bad girl,” he scolded as Milan slowly crawled into the metal crate that was positioned next to Casey’s empty cage.

  chapter thirty-three

  Degraded, humiliated, and alone inside the cage, unable to speak or move freely, Milan had plenty of time to think. She was failing miserably as a proper mate. At this point she’d endured the pain and humiliation of being clamped, burned, and turned into an inanimate object. Now she was locked inside a cage and Gerard still didn’t think she was worthy of his ownership. She was out of ideas on how to improve herself.

  Time seemed to move in slow motion. Without a watch, she couldn’t begin to guess whether hours or only moments had passed. Her body was cramped and sore like she’d been in the small space for hours and hours. Inside the crate, there was just enough room to lie down and crawl around in a circle.

  From upstairs, she could hear the soft murmur of feminine voices. Shutting out their sounds of pleasure—of freedom—Milan covered her ears with her hands. In spite of the tight fit of the pet cage and the bloating in her stomach from the urgent need to urinate, she somehow found a comfortable position and nodded off to sleep.

  “Milan!” Gerard spoke her name harshly.

  Milan quickly positioned herself on her hands and knees. Gerard stood outside the cage. His tone was angry, his expression stern, yet Milan sensed a hint of kindness, forgiveness.

  He looked at his wristwatch. “It’s been two hours. I’m going to let you out to use the bathroom,” he said as he unlocked the cage.

  “Get off your knees. Stand up!” Gerard ordered when Milan crawled out of the cage. As she stood upright, Milan smiled to herself. His concern about the appearance of her knees proved he still wanted her as a mate. Additionally, she was grateful to be off her knees because her muscles were so cramped and her bladder was so painfully full, she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to manage crawling up a flight of stairs.

  Gerard looked pointedly at her vagina. “I see your pubic hairs are coming back in.”

  “Yes, sir.” Little did he know that Ruth the nurse would be wielding a razor the following day at the next turkey basting session. It would take a lot of convincing to get the eager nurse to forgo shaving the tiny outgrown hairs.

  “Did you notice that Casey and Nyla are wearing collars?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at Milan as she followed him up the stairs.

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Do you know how they acquired them?”

  Milan pondered the question briefly. “By being obedient and loyal to Ming.”

  “Exactly. Being collared is an extremely high honor, Milan. It’s more sacred, more meaningful than a traditional wedding ring. I had hoped to collar you one day.” He shook his head. “But I’m not sure if it’s going to happen.”

  “It was wrong for me to disobey you. I’d like another chance.”

  “I’ve given you many. Your defiance is becoming an embarrassment.”

  “I made a mistake…I’m still learning. But I know I can make you proud,” she said, sensing that Gerard wasn’t ready to give up on her.

  “We shall see,” he murmured when they reached the top of the stairs.

  A door to one of the bedrooms was left ajar. Milan attempted to avert her gaze, but couldn’t help taking a peek. The two women were wrapped in an embrace. Milan gazed at them, mesmerized by their contrasting flesh tones, their sensual murmurs, their feminine sexuality.

  “Go!” Gerard said, breaking her daze. He pointed
to the bathroom at the end of the hall. “After you’re finished, you’ll be joining them.”

  Denying her privacy, he walked into the bathroom with Milan and stood impatiently as she urinated. Afterward, he left the bathroom and took long strides toward the stairs. With Milan following closely behind him, he abruptly stopped at the bedroom doorway, leaned against the doorframe, and with his arms folded he watched the dimly lit, writhing bodies of Nyla and Casey. In the shadow of the darkened corridor, Milan remained behind him.

  Gerard cleared his throat. The sexual frenzy between the two women ceased. Both women looked at him expectantly. He waved his hand, gesturing for them to continue. As he made steps into the room, the women merged into an embrace and resumed nibbling, licking, and kissing.

  “Sit here,” Gerard told Milan, patting a spot on the bed.

  Milan sat near the edge of the bed but cut her eyes away from the intensely erotic lesbian sex play taking place next to her.

  “Move closer.”

  Doing as she was told, she inched closer.

  “Watch and learn. Observe the masterful performance of collared women.”

  Ordered to look, Milan’s eyes moved leisurely from their well-toned lower limbs and up to their breasts, which were pressed together.

  Nyla’s ample dark bosom pressed against Casey’s small boobs was an arousing visual. As if aware that Milan was fascinated by the sight of their contrasting breast size and shades of color, Nyla pulled away, and lowered Casey into a reclining position. She kissed Casey’s small nipples until they became demanding and stiff. Milan watched in fascination as the tiny pink nipples grew larger and changed to a deeper hue.

  Unwittingly, Milan’s clitoris became engorged with passion as she watched Nyla suck Casey’s nipples. Casey’s open eyes were glazed over, her delicate child-like hands affectionately cupped Nyla’s face, holding it to her nipples that now resembled ripened raspberries.

  “Switch,” Gerard uttered.

  Like a tracking device, Milan’s eyes followed the movement of the women. Her pussy throbbed with desire as she watched Nyla’s two dark hands grasp Casey’s shoulders and guide the girl’s delicate pale face toward her generously sized breasts. Using her lips and her fingers, Casey excited one of Nyla’s nipples to hardness. Nyla purred contentedly.

  Oddly, Milan found herself gazing longingly at Nyla’s unattended breast.

  “Go ahead,” Gerard told Milan. “Join them.”

  Feeling self-conscious and unsure of her ability to stimulate another woman, she hesitantly caressed Nyla’s firm nipple with her tongue. Her tongue slid over the unfamiliar texture of the hardened nugget, timidly at first. Then, emboldened by the unexpected pleasure she derived from tonguing a woman’s nipple, Milan parted her lips. Hungrily, she drew in Nyla’s dark jewel and sucked. Nyla moaned in bliss.

  Distracted by the murmurs of pleasure that Nyla emitted, Casey released the dark nipple from her mouth and observed Milan’s impassioned participation. After a moment or two, Casey repositioned herself and lay on her belly with her face between Nyla’s parted legs. Milan worked on the nipple in her mouth but kept a curious eye on the action below. Propped up on her elbows, Casey spread the folds of Nyla’s pussy, probing inside with a slender finger.

  Seeing what Casey was doing to Nyla made Milan’s inner muscles tighten. She stifled a small groan of pleasure. During that instant of intense arousal, Milan’s eyes fluttered shut. In that brief moment, Casey abandoned Nyla and scooted over to Milan. Casey’s tongue explored Milan’s wet creases. She nibbled on Milan’s pussy, taunting her gaping wet hole with gentle licks and soft bites. Milan bucked and spread her legs as wide as she could, trying to give Casey more access, but Casey’s mouth suddenly deserted her as she returned to Nyla’s gleaming opening.

  Yearning for Gerard to assure her that her sensitive pussy would receive more of the attention it craved, Milan threw a panicked look in his direction.

  Fully clothed, Gerard regarded the three naked women. Then he narrowed his eyes slyly. “You’ll do anything to please me?”

  Warning alarms went off inside Milan’s head. Sure, her pussy had been licked by the anonymous women at Tryst, and without a doubt, Casey’s tongue had turned her on, but Milan had never tasted another woman’s juices; it wasn’t something she’d ever dreamed of doing. Yet, she knew she’d have to sacrifice her principles and surrender her tongue to pussy if Gerard commanded her to.

  “Yes,” she finally answered. “I’ll do anything to please you.”

  Gerard clapped his hands. Casey’s head jerked up, her pink lips glistened with Nyla’s thick nectar. “I want Milan to lie on her back.” The two women made room for Milan to lie prone. “Casey, I want you at the top.” He looked at Nyla and motioned for her to move down to the foot of the bed.

  Nyla and Casey didn’t need further instruction, they knew exactly what Gerard expected. Nyla straddled Milan, rotating her womanly hips until their pussies rubbed together, until they were locked, clit to clit.

  Milan had just begun to get into the rhythm and enjoy the hot friction created by Nyla’s rotating pussy when Casey suddenly squatted over her face. Amazingly soft, red pubic hairs grazed her lips, inviting her to indulge her taste buds—to treat herself to a different kind of flavor.

  Knowing Gerard expected an inspired performance, Milan reluctantly opened her mouth and bravely plunged her tongue deeply into Casey’s willing slit. Casey moaned as Milan’s tongue pressed against the flesh of her pussy walls. Rather quickly, Milan got over the shock of the salty taste and musky scent of the female genitalia and fully threw herself into the ritual of pussy eating.

  Milan lapped and sucked lustfully, as if she were an experienced slit-licker. Meanwhile Casey slid her clit up and down Milan’s tongue until her juices trickled down the sides of Milan’s face.

  Spent, Casey dismounted from Milan’s face. Nyla rotated her hips fast and furiously, grinding her pussy against Milan’s hairless mound. Milan became so pleasantly caught up in the excitement of pussy bumping, she was taken completely off guard when Nyla, without missing a beat, reached behind her back and furtively inserted a finger into her wet hole. Milan sighed deeply and bit down on her lip as Nyla’s finger slipped in and out, soon joined by a second finger. Milan welcomed the intrusion of the two-digit finger fuck. Her hips swayed, involuntarily keeping up with the rhythm of the finger thrusts. Then the room began to spin as she felt the beginning of an explosion firing inside her pussy, followed by body shudders and moans of gratitude.

  Basking in the afterglow of desperately needed sexual release, Milan closed her eyes contentedly and snuggled next to Casey. Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have gone anywhere near the uppity little fitness heiress without an explicit order from Gerard. But the scent of pussy hung in the air, thick and intoxicating. So intoxicating, Milan was persuaded to overlook the fact that she viewed Casey as an adversary, not a lover.

  From the corner of her eye, she noticed Gerard reaching a hand to Nyla. He gently pulled the dark beauty from the bed. With Nyla standing in front of him, her proud buttocks pressed into his groin, Gerard embraced her from behind, squeezing and kneading her magnificent bosom. He’d never touched Milan that way, in fact, he’d always been emotionally distant with her. But Milan was in such a serene place, she didn’t feel a bit envious of Gerard’s affectionate interaction with Nyla.

  “Milan and Casey,” he called and snapped his fingers twice. Milan and Casey jumped up from their languished positions.

  Snatched from her post-orgasmic stupor, Milan now saw Gerard and Nyla with new eyes. Seeing his hands all over Nyla enraged her. The heat of jealousy scorched her cheeks. Knowing there’d be severe consequences if she displayed her emotions, Milan didn’t allow her anger to show.

  “Nyla needs to be serviced. I want you two to do her at the same time.” He gave Nyla a love bite to the neck and then alternately pinched her nipples and fondled her enormous breasts. “Get on the bed,” he told Nyla and gen
tly nudged her toward the bed.

  Nyla situated herself in the center of the bed, on her knees with her legs spread wide, ass raised, pussy exposed.

  Grasping Milan’s shoulders, Gerard guided her face between Nyla’s legs. Casey didn’t need any prodding. In an instant, she moved behind Nyla, probing the ebony-colored woman’s anus with her tongue.

  For Milan, performing cunnilingus was a forbidden pleasure she’d recklessly indulged in while caught up in the throes of wild passion. But now, after climaxing and fully regaining her senses, being forced to eat pussy was particularly appalling.

  She hadn’t suffered Gerard’s abuse to end up eating pussy on demand. She wanted dick. She’d been willing to do almost anything for it, but she now realized she’d been wasting her time. Gerard was stingy with the dick because it was already spoken for. It belonged exclusively to the woman with fat pockets—Ming.

  “What are you waiting for? Do her!” Gerard’s voice was commanding. “Get back in position and service Nyla.” He checked his watch. “Ming should be here soon. For your impudence, I’m going to send you home with Ming; I’ll keep Nyla until you’re properly trained.”

  She jerked her face away from the dark vagina. Had she heard Gerard correctly? Had he just threatened to send her home with Ming? The spell was broken. Milan looked at Gerard as if he’d completely lost his mind.

  “Do not ignore an order.”

  “I have to decline,” she said firmly.

  Nyla uttered a soft cry of shock at Milan’s bold rebelliousness. But Casey, performing as a well-trained slave, continued licking Nyla’s ass.

  “Then leave my house,” he said.

  She knew Gerard expected her to bend to his will at the threat of being banished. Instead of cracking under pressure, she shrugged and said, “Not a problem.” As she eased off the bed, Milan caught a glimpse of something she’d never seen in Gerard’s eyes—respect.