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The silence killed her.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's too many."
"No, not at all. It's a good amount of experience. I'm assuming you like it."
"Very much so, ma'am."
"What do you like most, Princess?" Helen rubbed against her, reminding Monique that she had something to offer besides conversation. "The anticipation? The entry? The ending?"
"I like all three, Ms. Warner."
Helen grasped Monique’s shoulders and pushed her down. Hair obscured Monique’s face as she gazed at her carpet, her lingerie straining against her slit. "Get down on your knees."
Those orders thrilled Monique as she dropped, shoes kicking off behind her and hands helping her to turn around toward her Domme.My Mistress.She didn't want to say that out loud yet. That was too intimate.
Not as intimate as what she saw right in front of her face the moment she looked up again, however. Helen had sat on the plush bench in front of Monique’s vanity, her legs spread wide and the tight skirt of her cocktail dress bunched up around her waist. Her thigh-high pantyhose showed that she had not been as proper as Monique assumed. Not when Helen’s underwear had been kicked onto the carpet and she showed off her immaculate grooming regimen.My God, she’s perfect.
Monique didn't wait for her order. She could sometimes be a naughty princess who anticipated exactly what her Mistresswanted. When a woman told Monique to get on her knees and sit like this before her, it only meant one thing.
She crawled the short distance to Helen, lips already parted as she planted an open-mouth kiss against her Mistress’s thigh. Helen did not flinch, so Monique did not hesitate.I’m burning for her.The heat soon enveloping Monique wasn’t only from the fire stoked in her loins. It was what she encountered when she pressed her lips against Helen’s slit. One kiss became two. Then three. When Monique had not been scolded for her oral pursuits, she went all in, giving herself over to the woman who would tame her tongue.
Helen stirred, one moan encouraging Monique to keep going.I can’t go slow…Already, she braced her grip against Helen’s thigh, exposing the woman’s clit as much as either of them dared. As Monique lightly flicked her tongue against her Mistress’s nub, the fingers on her other hand teased and tested Helen’s opening.
"Fuck..." The first time hearing her say it like that, and it couldn't have come at a better moment. Monique needed to know that she undid this woman at the seams. She may be Monique’s Domme, but she was still a human.Toppling her in pleasure isn’t just for my benefit. I want to prove myself to her…"Do whatever you like down there, Princess. I've been waiting for this moment for half of an eternity.”
So had Monique, but she didn't mention that.
She went to work, not in the least disappointed by the soft, tender skin Helen offered up for adoration. Her natural musk was more intoxicating than the foreign perfume. The taste of her nectar, the very thing most private to her irresistible body, was ambrosia to Monique’s eager tongue.I’ll spend the whole night down here on my knees.She wouldn’t even touch herself. She didn’t need to. Knowing that she brought a woman like Helen Warner sexual pleasure was all Monique required. Grabbing herwaist and diving into the tight, wet recesses of her feminine form was enough to make Monique climax. Nothing leading up to this moment had been as satisfying.
Deep breath after deep breath filled Monique as she buried her face between Helen’s spread legs and found her familiar rhythm. Her tongue was a cunning tool of pleasure, eliciting electrical shudders from Helen’s body as Monique caressed the length of her slit before reaching into her again. Her thumb and fingers wanted to play, but there was no room – only the desperate ache to make this woman come, to prove that Monique was the perfect submissive for someone so breathtakingly fictional.
"Look at me."
Monique glanced up. Helen had lost her light jacket on the bed.Let me undress you.Monique grabbed Helen’s firm ass. There was power in those hips. Monique almost closed her eyes to imagine all the ways Helen could pleasure her using nothing but a well-timed thrust.
"Enough." Helen gently pulled her pelvis away from such a desperate submissive’s unrelenting mouth. "For God's sake, Monique, enough."
She eased off Helen and sat back on her legs. "Are you pleased?"
"I told you not to speak unless I permit you. Did I give you permission?"
Monique shook her head.
"Then behave, please." Helen grabbed a chunk of Monique’s hair but did not pull it. It tugged on her scalp, pleasantly so, clipped but luscious nails burying into her head. "Turn around on your hands and knees. Keep your ass in the air."
Monique did as commanded, pressing her forehead against the carpet as her elbows and knees dug into the floor.Fuck me, Helen.
"Move your hair out of the way. Show me your back."
It fell beside Monique, and the air was warm against her skin.
"Now stay still and don't make a sound. Be a good princess. It's not time to punish you."
She had no idea what Helen was doing, and she didn't care. Helen could light a cigar and have a drink while Monique stayed like that, and it would thrill her all the same. Of course, she hoped that Helen would fuck out the frustration brewing between them for over a month.
Monique did not look up, so all she knew came from the quiet groans in Helen’s throat. She sounded so far away, yet close, and they shared an intimacy that told Monique few got to hear her so vulnerable.She's no virginal queen, either. Monique preferred it that way. She wanted Helen to know what she was doing and how she should give it to her.Hard. Fast. I don't care. Be slow and sensual, just do it!
Helen’s groans turned into famished grunts of self-pleasure. Monique focused on those sounds, wanting to reach between her legs and stroke herself to the voice of Helen Warner taking delight from her. Sometimes serving wasn't about doing anything at all. Sometimes it was about getting on one's knees and exposing one's bare back to a woman towering over her.
