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“Ms. Warner.” She bowed her head.
“You look lovely.” Helen continued to stand in the entryway even after Monique gestured to the nearest chair. “That color does suit you. Complements your… everything.”
Monique blushed, letting her fingers touch her cheek before looking away again. “Thank you. You are quite lovely yourself. Shall we dine?”
Helen pulled out a chair for her, and Monique plated a portion of salad and chicken on Helen’s plate.Tonight, I serve you.It had been ages since she last served a woman for pure pleasure. She served people every day in her job. Poured theirdrinks. Took their coats. Inflated their egos. Gave them women to fool around with. Tonight? Monique finally had her turn. She doubted any of her employees felt as giddy as she did tonight.
Monique did not sit until Helen had enough food on her plate and wine in her glass. The closer she got to her, the more Monique wanted to ask,“What do you want? How can I serve you tonight, Ms. Warner?”She didn’t say these things because she didn’t want to risk Helen thinking this was a patronship. After all, Helen had tried it already.
Yet she was disappointed when Helen began their dinner conversation by asking how business was going. “I still wish you would let me invest,” Helen said, eyes lingering on the twinkling rubies in the shawl she gave Monique. “Name something you want to add to this place and I will give you the money for it.”
Monique held her gaze. “You.”
Helen dropped her utensils and sat back in her chair. What was she thinking? That Monique was already too clingy and that a mistake had been made? That she didn’t want to talk about them at that moment, even though that was the whole point of the evening?I am ready for you to be my Mistress.
“I’m afraid I’m not for sale, Monique.”
She tried to eat, but her body was too distracted by the movements of Helen’s arm, her impeccable posture, and those cheekbones chewing tomatoes and tasting wine.Ask me to do anything. Ask me to crawl beneath this table and pleasure you.Monique never told people that one of her biggest kinks was getting her lover off at the dinner table. She was a master of sliding her hand between thighs or disappearing beneath tablecloths. The game was intensified if her lover could maintain her demeanor and carry on a conversation on the phone or with guests.
It was too soon to start doing that with Helen.She’ll probably like it, though.
“Isn’t this wine delicious?” she asked, taking a sip before insisting on filling Helen’s glass up more. “It comes from…”
“Monique.” Helen’s voice gave her another chill – or perhaps it was the moonlit breeze tickling her skin again. “Come sit next to me.” She gestured to the empty spot between the table and the railing.
Happy to oblige, Monique shot out of her chair and dragged it forty-five degrees around the table. She didn’t bring her dinner with her… too much in a hurry to sit down and let her knee brush against Helen’s. “Yes, Ms. Warner?”
Knuckles grazed her cheek, those piercing eyes devouring Monique’s soul. She bit her lip to contain her excitement. Everything, from her chest to her thighs, responded with an alacrity of arousal she hadn’t felt since the last time she was in love.
Don’t think of her.
“I’ve thought about you constantly these past few weeks.” Monique let her hand roam over Helen’s knee but did not venture farther.
“And I you.” Helen’s fingers pushed into Monique’s tight, fine hair, pulling it against her scalp and arousing her even more. Images of Helen laying her over the table and pulling her hair flashed before Monique’s eyes, and she knew her skin flushed to behold it.Spank me while you’re at it.Monique was far past due for a proper spanking.
“I had to have my driver bring me here tonight because my thoughts were so full of you, it was too dangerous to come alone. I sent him home. I hope that wasn’t presumptuous of me.”
“Not presumptuous at all. May I…?” Monique picked up her wineglass.
“You drink it.”
She wasn’t a sub to disobey. Some were, for the thrill of it, but not Monique. Her greatest satisfaction came from doing exactly as told.Such a goody two-shoes.
Still, would it be too much to ask Helen to take her right here, right now? Or at least to ask Monique to get acquainted with certain parts of another’s body? Monique was ready to bring her both emotional and sexual pleasure. She didn’t need anything in return.
The wine was sweet on her tongue, but not as sweet as Helen Warner’s lips on her throat.
Helen kissed her as Monique drank the last of her wine. The glass slipped through her grasp and landed on the table, her other hand bunching up her skirt to channel her frustration. “Shall we begin now?” she asked. Monique couldn’t wait to throw off her public propriety and revert to her natural submission. She required Helen to liberate her with pure, unfettered domination.
“Your perfume is exquisite,” Helen said, words rolling directly into Monique’s ear. “I can barely contain myself. Do you know what I want to do to you right now?” Oh God, oh no, here came Helen’s hand sliding between Monique’s thighs and stroking the barely-hidden line of her slit. Monique whimpered, legs coming together and toes curling in her shoes. “Too many things to keep up with myself. I’m only one woman. What can I do? I want to do everything with you.”
It took every ounce of strength Monique had left to reply. “You are one person, but I am a woman who can take many things. Deny me my pleasure. Force it upon me over and over until I’m so sensitive that I beg you to stop, and then keep doing it anyway. Whether you last five minutes or five hours, Ms. Warner, know that it doesn’t matter. Tomorrow is another day with more possibilities.”
“I certainly hope that I last more than five minutes.” Helen squeezed her. “If I don’t, I’m sure there will be no problem doing it again tonight. You’re so enchanting and being here with you wakes me up in ways I haven’t felt in years.”
“Please, Helen. I can’t wait any longer. The moment I told you that I was ready for you was the moment I could no longer live without knowing your touch.”
“I’ll give you more than my touch, Monique. I’ll give you my words and my vigor. Every last bit of them. Do with them as you like.”
