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Monique gripped the leash until her hands ached. Eventually, she had to close her eyes and concentrate on Helen thrusting into her, one hand tightening around her hip while the other pulled on the leash and held her chest down at the same time. She was using Monique. Her breaths were quickening, and her hips shook as she swung one leg over Monique’s and began riding her with the same fury that she fucked her princess with.
It was almost too much. Too wonderful.Use me… please.Monique slipped away from reality, her body a toy to be used for the sole purpose of getting off. Helen wanted her.Neededher. She could touch herself or hump the air, but wasn’t it better to bless Monique’s thigh with Helen’s next orgasm? Wasn’t this more delectable than fucking her with an unrelenting wrist that acted like it feltnothing?
Helen was already on the brink. Monique had long been there, waiting for the perfect second to show her Mistress what she could do.
Monique lifted her hips at the right moment. Helen hit her where it counted, and she screamed in pleasure to the point it felt like fate.
Her orgasm turned Helen into a famished creature who slammed back against her, devouring Monique until she was the one who could never escape. When Helen’s teeth grazed Monique’s breast, her Mistress let out a sadistic sound that was only matched by the sudden, quick thrusts against Monique’s leg while her own body was filled with a captive’s warmth.
Those still fingers lingered, although Helen’s breath labored in her chest and her body nearly collapsed on top of Monique. When they did embrace, it was with the kind of tender kisses that welcomed a new day – not the kind that descended into a departing night.
The collar came away. At first, it saddened Monique, for that represented more than a good time in the bedroom. It was an intimacy that she couldn’t have with just anyone. When her Mistress took off Monique’s collar, it meant she couldn’t escape into her world for another day.
Sometimes, those days were so long…
“Monique.” Helen nuzzled Monique’s throat with a sigh as warm as the rest of her. “Or should I keep calling you my princess?”
“Call me whatever you want, I don’t mind,” Monique said, wrapping her aching arms around Helen.She’s so strong.Deceptively so. In dresses and perfect hair, she looked like any other woman sporting money and power.It doesn’t matter.Feeling Helen on top of Monique’s own petite body made her feel like the most protected woman in the world. It helped that Helen spent more than a minute kissing her, affection most welcomed as they got to know one another on this level of simple intimacy after such barbaric lovemaking.
“Of course you mind.” Helen slumped to the side, legs still curled with Monique’s, and her arm propped up beneath her head. A tender touch came to Monique’s cheek once again. “There is always something that makes you happier to hear than all others.”
“I truly do not care… if it makes you happy to call me, then it makes me happy to hear.”
“Spoken like a true sub.”
“I aim to please.”
Helen laughed, rubbing her eyes and fighting back a yawn. Monique pressed her hand against Helen’s chest and hid her smile in the crook of her Mistress’s arm.
“Were you pleased with me?”
“I should be asking you that.”
You’re too nice. She almost meant that. On one hand, Monique was relieved to know that her new Domme was a good woman at heart – or at least as far as one could tell. On the other, Monique much preferred a woman who would keep the act up a bit longer after climax.Ah, well.There was always time to work out the kinks of their kinks.
“I’m happier right now than I have been in…” Monique didn’t want to scare Helen by sayingyears. “A long time.”
“What would make you even happier?”
Many things. So many things that Monique was afraid to tell her.I’m content now, but things can change. Monique was willing to take a risk again, but she was aware that this may be the final time she took a chance on love.
“If you stayed the night, Ms. Warner, I would be the happiest woman you know.”
Helen pushed against her, stroking Monique’s soft skin and kissing the bottom of her ear. “You can call me Helen.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Helen smoothed back Monique’s hair and tasted the skin on the back of her neck. “Oh,” she said, lifting her head, “maybe we should get you cleaned up first.”
Was it too early in their relationship to tell her that was the wrong thing to say?
Chapter 10
Le Monstre
“Somebody’s in a good mood.”
Monique looked up from her grapefruit and newspaper. Sybil pulled out an adjacent chair and plucked fruit out of the nearby basket. She passed on the bread.
