Page 18 of Minha Dona

“Keep your hands where they are, Leoa,” Juliana said. “Don’t move them.”

Helena pressed her knuckles harder against the wall, anchoring herself. Juliana’s fingers continued their path upward, nails dragging lightly against Helena’s skin, and Helena had to bite her lip to keep silent.

“Do you know what I was thinking when I got here tonight and saw you?” Juliana asked, her hand reaching the edge of Helena’s underwear. “I was thinking that you’ve spent three months teaching me. Guiding me. Being patient and kind and always, always ultimately in control of what we were doing, even when I was dominating.” Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric and Helena gasped, the touch electric in the warm evening air. “I was thinking that maybe, tonight, I should show you what I’ve learned.”

Helena couldn’t form a coherent response because Juliana’s fingers had found her, had found that she was already wet, embarrassingly, revealingly wet, and had started to move delicately against her, not tentative, not fumbling, claiming Helena entirely.

“Don’t make a sound,” Juliana whispered, her lips brushing Helena’s ear. “Our friends are the other side of this wall. Mariana is the other side of this wall.”

The mention of her sister’s name should have jarred but it didn’t, quite the opposite in fact. The transgression in what Juliana was doing to her, the risk, the delicious wrongness of being pleasured against a wall by her sister’s best friend while the sound of the bar drifted around the corner, all of them made it even better.

Juliana was using exactly the techniques Helena had taught her with her fingers, alternating pressure, reading the responses, adjusting. But she was also adding something of her own, a playfulness in the way she varied her rhythm, speeding up briefly when Helena’s breathing quickened then deliberately slowing down, teasing, making Helena’s body think that release was coming fast and then taking it away, again and again.

“You’re so wet,” Juliana whispered, and the wonder in her voice, mixed with the command, was intoxicating. “I’ve never felt you this wet. Is this what it takes? Being genuinely out of control? Being caught off guard? Tell me my tame lioness.”

Helena nodded, not trusting her voice, her hands pressing hard against the wall. She could feel her climax building, faster than she’d expected… the combination of the surprise, the setting, Juliana’s newfound confidence, all of it accelerating her towards an edge that she couldn’t quite see over.

“Are you close?” Juliana asked, her fingers not slowing.

Helena nodded again, more urgently.

“Good. When you climax, Leoa, look at me. I want to see it.”

Helena opened her eyes, she hadn’t realised she’d closed them, and found Juliana’s face inches from hers, those brown eyes that she’d always thought of as friendly and open now intense with desire and control. Juliana held her gaze and Helena held it back, and when her orgasm hit she kept her eyes open, locked on Juliana’s, biting down hard on her lip to stay silent as the pleasure rocked through her, wave after wave, her body shaking, her knuckles scraping against the stone, Juliana’s free hand holding her body steady through it as she nearly stumbled in her desperation to obey Juliana’s instruction.

Juliana kissed her as she came down, gentle now, the commanding edge softened to tenderness. Her hand withdrew slowly, her touch light on Helena’s thigh as she smoothed down her dress.

“Breathe,” Juliana said quietly, a playful glint in her eye, and Helena realised she’d been holding her breath.

They stood like that for a few moments, Helena leaning against the wall, Juliana close, their foreheads touching. Helena’s legs were trembling and she let out a shaky laugh.

“Where did that come from?”

Juliana grinned and there she was again, the playful twenty-three-year-old, the girl Helena had known since she was a teenager, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. “I’ve been planning it all day. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Mission accomplished.”

“Was it ok? I didn’t ask first. I know we usually…”

“It was more than ok.” Helena took Juliana’s face in her hands and kissed her. “It was exactly what good dominance should be. Reading the situation, trusting your instincts, taking the initiative without being told to. You surprised me and you read me perfectly.” She paused. “I’m proud of you.”

Juliana’s face lit up at those words, and Helena could see how much they meant, not just as praise from a lover but as validation from a teacher. Juliana had taken everything Helena had shown her and used it, unprompted, in a context that was genuinely challenging. No safety net. No coaching. Just instinct and confidence.

“We should go back in,” Juliana said. “Before Mariana sends a search party.”

“Give me a minute. I’m… I need a moment.”

Juliana laughed and offered her arm. Helena took it, the two of them walking back around the corner and through the bar door as if they’d simply been outside for air. Helena’s cheeks were flushed and her hair was slightly dishevelled, but a trip to the bathroom on the way back to the table took care of both.

When they settled back into the group nobody seemed to have noticed their absence, or if they had, nobody commented. Mariana glanced at them, then looked more closely at Helena’s face, and raised one eyebrow.

Helena gave her nothing. Some things were not for little sisters to know.

Later, when she was getting ready to leave, Helena looked at Juliana laughing at something Mariana had said, her wild curls bouncing, her whole body animated with the joy of being young and alive in the company of friends, and thought: she’s ready.

Not just ready for casual encounters. Ready to be someone’s dominant, not just in practice sessions but for real. Ready to hold someone properly. Ready to take the lead with confidence, to read a situation, to command without cruelty.

Helena felt a complex mix of emotions: pride in what Juliana had become, pleasure at what she’d just experienced, and underneath it, a bittersweet awareness that her role as teacher was approaching its natural end. Juliana didn’t need her anymore. At least not for that.