“Give her to me. For one month, just one month, 30 days if you’d like.
And I’ll give you the money you need.” Susan offered with the sweetest
voice Marina had ever heard coming from her.

Marina recoiled and tried to pull her hand free but Susan gripped it with iron strength. “I can’t!”

Susan took Marina’s chin, and held it firm as she looked into her eyes.
“Marina, let me explain the rules here. When someone who is Dominant to
you asks for your sub, either you give her up or you face me down.
Which is it going to be? And besides,” she smiled in a cold feral way,
“the woman you get back will be much more enjoyable than the one you
now have.”

“What the ***** does that mean?” Marina shot back with an equally cold measured voice, her accent thick and deep.

“It means,” Susan stroked her face, “I can train her in ways you’d
never dream of, teach her things that you don’t know. She’ll be your
wettest dream, your darkest fantasy, she’ll pleasure you in ways you
can’t even imagine.” Susan promised, and Marina felt a wanton shiver
shoot up her spine and back down again to between her legs, dwelling
and pulsing there.

Marina’s lips parted. She was breathing heavily.

“And you get to piss in Francesca’s face, keep The Planet, keep
everything you worked so hard to build.” Susan made it sound almost
rational, almost reasonable.

“Of course,” she leaned forward and kissed Marina’s lips, flicking her
tongue into and out of her mouth, “I’ll need to know what pleasures
you.” She pulled back and measured the heat in Marina’s eyes. “Won’t
I?” She ran her hand up one stocking-covered thigh, savoring the
feeling as she approached Marina’s warm wet darkness. She slid one
finger under the elastic, and lightly dragged it across Marina’s
swollen wet labia.

Marina drew a sharp breath, felt her nipples harden and scrape against
the leather vest, sending a direct current straight to her ***** that
throbbed under Susan’s fingertip. She couldn’t think but something
about this just wasn’t.”

Susan pulled her hand out from between Marina’s thigh, licked her
fingers greedily, reached across and slowly unzipped the vest, slipping
her hand inside and cupping Marina’s small breast in one hand, stroking
in a lazy circle, feeling the nipple grow even harder in her palm. “It
will be worth your while, Marina,” she whispered into her ear. “I
promise.”