Page 6 of Minha Dona

“How does it feel?”

“Like I want you to touch me.” The irrepressible smile. “Like I’ve been thinking about this since Sunday.”

“Patience,” Helena reminded her. She walked to Juliana’s bedside drawer, taking out two silk scarves and a blindfold. “Lie on the bed. On your back.”

Juliana obeyed, stretching out on the pale sheets. Helena climbed onto the bed and took Juliana’s wrists, binding them to the headboard with the scarves, firmly enough to restrict, gently enough to be comfortable. Juliana tested them and nodded. Then the blindfold, soft fabric over her eyes.

Bound, blindfolded, naked. Entirely at Helena’s mercy.

Helena looked down at her. The responsibility, the trust, the care that this required… it never got old, that feeling, and it never should.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Rainha,” Helena said, her voice slipping into the tone that she saved for situations like this, where she was in command. “You don’t get to rush me. You don’t get to direct me. You experience what I give you, when I give it to you.”

“Yes, Helena,” Juliana whispered.

Helena stood and removed her top and trousers, leaving her only in her lingerie, and then she began.

She started with touch… fingertips following the now familiar paths around Juliana’s body, avoiding the obvious places for now. Her ribs, her hip, her calves, her collarbone. Slowly, oh so slowly, letting the anticipation build and build. Juliana’s skin had goosebumps, her breathing quickened, a flush spread from her cheeks to her chest, but Helena kept it slow regardless. Juliana pushed her body up towards the pressure and Helena drew her fingertips away.

“Still,” Helena said, pressing a hand against Juliana’s hip to give her a physical reminder of what Helena expected. “Don’t chase it. Let it come to you.”

She used her mouth next, lips and tongue following the path her fingers had traced, moving closer and closer to the places that she knew Juliana wanted her to go. Juliana gasped when Helena’s mouth found her breast, a ragged gasp that told Helena everything she needed to know about how her instruction to Juliana to practise patience that week had pushed the anticipation to insane levels.

For a long, long time Helena devoted herself to Juliana, helpless, surrendered, beautiful Juliana, patiently and delicately, just as she would with any woman who had had the inner strength to surrender so completely. She explored, teased, built and retreated, reading every reaction and adjusting. This was what she was good at. This was what she’d learned to receive from that first time with Alessandra and had built into a gift that she gave… power as a gift, rather than a weapon.

“Helena…” Juliana’s voice was strained, her body shaking in desperation for gratification. “Please…”

“Please what, Rainha?”

“Please touch me properly. I’ve been patient. I’ve been so patient.”

“Oh, you’ve been so good. My perfect, obedient…” Helena hesitated. She’d nearly said Gatinha but caught herself, because that was her name for someone else, someone thousands of miles away in Houston, someone who she was starting to come to terms with being her past, not her future. It would feel like betrayal of the memory, though, to use Caitlin’s name for Juliana. “…Rainha.”

Helena rewarded her, her hand moving between Juliana’s legs. Juliana moaned and strained against the scarves, and Helena set a pace that was slow but relentless, building Juliana’s pleasure gradually but surely.

She added her mouth, her tongue working with her fingers, and it didn’t take long from there, a characteristically joyful climax surging through Juliana… a cry of pleasure and a laugh of delight braided together, her body tensing and shaking, her wrists straining at the scarves. Helena drew it out, as she always did, slowly reducing the pressure and the pace, judging it perfectly so that another final mini-climax followed.

“Good girl,” Helena whispered, untying the blindfold. Juliana blinked up at her, flushed and grinning.

“Ten out of ten. Will be patient again.” Her grin was irrepressible. “Untie me? I’d like to return the favour.”

“I’ll untie you, but you don’t get to decide what we do.” Helena untied the scarves and rubbed Juliana’s wrists, kissing them where the skin was red. “Besides, you said you wanted me to do whatever I wanted with you. I’m nowhere near finished.”

She leaned down and kissed Juliana, slowly and lazily, taking her time. Juliana kissed her back the same way she lived her whole life, joyfully, happily, messily.

“You want to return the favour?” Helena asked eventually.

Juliana nodded.

Helena sat up and put her feet to the floor. “Then I’m going to go to your living room, I’m going to sit down, and I’m going to watch my Rainha crawl to me and beg for permission.” Helena put her hand to Juliana’s chin and stroked her jaw. “You’d like that?”

“Yes.” Juliana’s eyes were bright. “You want me to beg?”

Helena nodded. “Yes. I want to hear my Rainha tell me exactly why she wants to make me feel what she just felt. And…” Helena paused “… maybe, if she’s lucky and she begs hard enough, I’ll let her.”

Juliana’s eyes widened and Helena just about hid her own grin of excitement as she stood and walked towards the living area, secretly thrilled to hear the sound of Juliana starting to follow on her hands and knees.

Chapter 2