Page 96 of Minha Dona

Juliana’s hand tightened in her hair as her own pleasure built. “Slower, Leoa,” she commanded. “Make it last.”

Helena forced herself to slow, drawing it out, using her tongue with gentle precision until she felt Juliana’s composure finally crack, Juliana’s hips pressing up and into her mouth, and she finished with what she knew Juliana loved, an oh so delicate rapid flicker of the tip of her tongue. Juliana cried out and came hard, her grip in Helena’s hair tightening to the border of painful, her thighs squeezed around Helena’s head, and Helena stayed with her through it, feeling Juliana’s second and then third wave shake through her, watching Juliana’s face, one of the most beautiful orgasm faces she’d ever seen, revelling in how, just for a few moments, her dominant was coming completely undone by the skill of her submissive.

When Juliana’s grip loosened, Helena lifted her head. Juliana was breathing hard, flushed, looking down at Helena with an expression of stunned satisfaction.

“Was that ok, Rainha?” Helena asked innocently. She was acutely aware that she had Juliana’s arousal coating her lips and chin, and that Caitlin could see it from where she was sat.

“Oh, Leoa, that was something else.” Juliana turned her head to look at Caitlin. “You are a lucky woman,” she added, grinning.

“I am,” Caitlin replied.

“Colour?” Juliana was looking between both women as she said it.

“Verde,” they replied in unison. Helena looked at Caitlin and they shared a smile. She wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand, and both their smiles turned to grins.

“Good,” Juliana said. Her composure had returned. “Bedroom. On the bed, on your back, wrists out. We will be through shortly.”

Helena nodded. “Yes, Rainha.” She stood and walked through to the bedroom. When she got to the bed she did as she’d been ordered, lying back, head on the pillows, wrists held out. From the other room she could hear a whispered conversation. Despite not being able to understand what was being said, it was too quiet, the tone was immensely reassuring… it sounded as if Juliana was checking in properly with Caitlin, making sure that she was still happy to continue.

When they came through to the bedroom a couple of minutes later Juliana held two pairs of wrist restraints in her hands. Caitlin peeled off and headed to the chair in the corner of the bedroom, folding her legs under her and settling in to watch. Juliana, meanwhile, climbed on to the bed next to Helena and used the restraints to bind her wrists to each corner of the headboard.

“I’m going to edge you again,” Juliana said, “with my mouth this time. And you are not going to cum. Not until I say. I know you are desperate, and I will make you feel so good tonight that it will be worth it, but if you cum without my permission there will be a consequence. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Colour?”

“Verde.”

“Caitlin?” she called across to the corner.

Caitlin laughed. “Very verde from where I’m sat…”

Juliana climbed onto the bed and settled between Helena’s legs, and what followed was a masterclass in controlled destruction. Juliana used her tongue with the patience of someone who’s been taught by the best and who’d added her own instincts to what she’d learned… she built Helena up in long, slow waves, reading her perfectly, pulling back each time just at that point where it felt like the climax was about to peak, keeping Helena suspended in the deliciously agonising place between so, so close and not quite.

Helena managed to keep it together through the first edge, her sixth in total since this wonderfully crazy night had got started. She could feel her body fighting for it, the muscle twitches, the release of the chemicals into her bloodstream, her vision narrowing and her back arching, but her mind was too strong and she kept it at bay, just about, even though it left her panting and writhing, her wrists straining against their restraint.

The second one was actually easier, Juliana eased off slightly sooner, then the third was hard, very hard, and she thought she might. A fourth, a fifth she managed to ride, and each time she was met by Juliana’s satisfied gaze as she held Helena in her spell, as she owned and controlled Helena’s body completely. After the fifth, her tenth edge in total, her body was shaking continuously, the sheets were damp beneath her, and every muscle felt like it had gone through twelve rounds of boxing.

It was the sixth that broke her… Juliana’s tongue copied Helena’s rapid flicking from before, and at that exact moment she’d looked over to see that Caitlin’s hand had disappeared between her own legs as she watched, and the combination of those two things did something to Helena that she couldn’t fight any more. The orgasm crashed through her without permission, uncontrollably, her back arched as her hips tried to move away from Juliana’s tongue in a last forlorn hope to stop herself, but Juliana chased her and a cry filled that room that was half pleasure and half frustration because she knew she’d failed.

“Oh dear,” Juliana said, lifting her head. “I didn’t realise that my Leoa was going to disobey me.”

Helena lay gasping, her vision blurred, her voice hoarse from crying out, wrists straining still against the restraints and her body trembling from the aftershocks of an orgasm for the ages. “I couldn’t hold it. I’m sorry, Rainha, I’m so sorry, I tried…”

“You didn’t try hard enough.” Juliana’s tone was calm, almost playful, but underneath all of that Helena could hear the confident authority that made her such a devastatingly good dominant. “There’s a consequence for that, Leoa. I told you there would be.”

Juliana untied her wrists. “Kneel on the floor, in the corner.” She was pointing towards the corner of the room nearest the window. “Face this way.”

Helena stood and walked wearily over to the corner and knelt, hands resting in her lap, obedient even as her body still hummed with the glorious climax that had just rushed through her. She felt alive in a way she rarely had before.

“Come here,” Juliana said to Caitlin.

Caitlin smiled and stood. She walked over towards the bed and Helena’s orgasm-befuddled brain took a moment to catch up to what was happening. Why is Caitlin going to the bed? she thought.

“Your punishment,” Juliana said as she held out her hand and Caitlin took it, “is watching.”

Chapter 36