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She whimpered when Helen pinched her nipple.Smack! Seven.
"Please, give me one more," Monique was forced to beg. "With your hand.Please."
Helen dropped the leash and spanked Monique with a firm hand. When it lingered on her ass, Helen finally realized how wet her partner was.
It prompted her to remove Monique’s underwear. Slowly at first, but even Helen could not deny how eager she was to see what was kept inside.Smack! Nine. For being wet.
I can't stand it.Her need was so great that her wetness dripped from her center and trickled down her thighs. The scent alone, mingling with the scent of Helen so near her, made Monique look to the ceiling and curse the rope keeping her immobile. Otherwise, she would turn around and demand Helen take her right now.
"One more, Monique," the Mistress said. "Your ass is so red. You have no idea how much I want to fuck you."
"I do, ma'am," she replied out of turn. "Because I want you to just as badly."
She was naked, and Helen was almost naked. Helen removed her bra, standing before Monique and showing her what she longed to touch. Her thighs shuddered to come near Monique.I want to touch those again, too.
Helen looked at Monique’s spread thighs and chuckled. “I guess so. I should be flattered, Princess, I doubt you get that ridiculously wet for anyone.”
“I’ve wanted you for so long that I can’t help it. Please, Ms. Warner, use my body.”
Helen’s smile disappeared. “I like the sound of that.”
First, she touched herself again, as if Helen Warner neededmoreimpetus to jump Monique and claim her once and for all. Her dainty but dexterous hands massaged her folds in the way she liked, and while Monique enjoyed the show, she also took many notes for future reference.Spread her lips open more.Rub my thumb between her entrances.Stroke quickly upward but slowly downward. A woman knew best how she liked it. Monique’s job as a Mistress’s submissive was to learn and employ it.
Now Helen crawled onto the bed, eyes wild, her hands grabbing Monique as she kissed her mouth and lifted her hips into the air.
She came close – so close! – to feeling Helen’s fingers enter her. Monique sobbed in frustration, her core aching for Helen to stroke the innermost parts of her. Helen wasn’t kidding when she said she would deny her submissive, however. She tapped her fingertips against Monique’s thigh, making her squirm as she released her arousal right onto Helen’s hand. When they finally got around to it, Helen’s fingers would slide in so effortlessly that Monique would cry in Earth-shattering relief.
“My princess,” Helen muttered, kissing Monique once, then again. Fingers pinched both of her nipples, and Helen came dangerously close to her lover’s entrance.Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! “You are quite a woman.”
Helen leaned forward, rubbing her hand against the length of Monique’s slit and occasionally lingering over her clit. Monique, in turn, thrust against her, although her movements were stilted thanks to the ropes.Finally, after what felt like an eternity trapped in a prison of sexual frustration, Helen’s two most powerful fingers pushed into Monique.
And didn’t go any farther.
“Tell me how much you want it.” Helen was on the verge of giving up and fucking her anyway, but the restraint was unreal. Monique knew her Mistress took pleasure in making her suffer.The best ones do, like this.“Tell me how much you need my touch.”
“Yes, please.” Monique wrestled against her binds, futilely attempting to penetrate herself with Helen’s fingers. “Please, Ms. Warner, I beg you… fuck me!”
She was almost crying real tears by the time Helen untied Monique and let her fall to the bed. Before Monique could scramble to ride her until she came too hard and too long, Helen held her down and whipped the leash back into her hand.
The collar closed in around Monique’s throat. It wouldn’t hurt her, but Monique was reminded of how they played.
“I’ve done many things to you tonight, Monique.” Helen forced Monique’s head up with the leash. “Fucking you will mean that this is it. You’re my woman. You’re my servant. You want to be defiled? Then I’ll use you as I use all my subs.”
She saved one last thing for the moment she finally thrust into Monique.
“This means I own you. Forever.”
Monique cried out, Helen’s fingers filling her as easily as anticipated. Good thing, too, because Helen did not go gently into that receptive abyss.I’m going to die. She’s going to kill me. I can’t wait.As satisfying as it was to have Helen Warner finally fill her with sexual pleasure, nothing compared to the moment she sat up and yanked on Monique’s leash.
Helen’s defiled, tarnished, ruined princess had no choice but to grab the leash by her throat, bracing against it as her knees shoved up toward her head and Helen fucked her with the strength of a primal beast. Never before had Monique felt so small and cornered during sex. She realized she truly wasHelen’s plaything, a servant to be used and discarded when she became too sullied to be of any more use.
That’s all she was.
That’s all she needed to be.
Helen’s forcefulness was what she needed. Maybe not wanted, but needed. Helen ravaged her, fingers thrusting into her at an alarming speed and never missing their mark inside. She pulled the leash every few seconds, snapping Monique’s head up and reminding her that she was a beast too. The sounds in Helen’s throat were more animalistic than Monique’s, which were shrill, pitiable, and blissfully irrelevant. The more Helen Warner fucked her, the more Monique fell away from reality and entered that torrid world where she only existed to be a doll.
No worries. No debts. No terrible past full of heartbreak and guilt.
