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Something stopped Monique from asking. Something warning her that horrible things could happen again. That she had jumped into a relationship too quickly last time. She and Helen were already skirting the edges of madness. I want to ask.She wanted Helen to take her home and protect her for the rest of her life. To make love to her.
To dominate her.
“Please,” she begged, clutching Helen’s legs. “At the end of the day, I’m a woman of simple pleasures. I only need small indulgences.”
“You know what?” Helen’s fingers curled her submissive’s hair. “So am I. A woman of simple pleasures.”
Monique pushed herself between Helen’s legs, pulling down the zipper of a tight pencil skirt and feeling as if her body were about to collapse upon itself. “Let me spend this night serving you, Mistress.”
“Please. Helen.”
“Helen…” It was the sweetest thing to call her.Mistressmade Monique feel like she was in her place. Ms. Warnerbrought the intrigue and forbidden. Helen? That was the intimacy she craved. The touch to her heart Monique wanted to recapture again and again.
Helen’s soothing words continued to flow into her ear as Monique reached between her Mistress’s legs, touching her where onlyshewas allowed. Helen picked up her empty glass and searched for one last drop as her beautiful princess rubbed her intimately with only obsessive desire in her widened eyes.
Helen never asked her to do this. She never suggested it was something she expected every time they met up. Yet it was quickly becoming one of Monique’s happiest moments. Something so simple like running kissing Helen’s thighs and feeling her tense in anticipation.She responds so well to it. Of course, all lovers did… but Helen would shudder, as if her whole body, as well as her mind and heart, embraced the familiarity Monique offered.
For even cupping her hand on the entirety of Helen’s mound was domestic intimacy. Helen understood the feeling of Monique’s hot breath on her like this. She knew what it meant to tease and pleasure. Learning what Helen liked best and how she responded to everything was a gift in itself.
I want to feel her lose herself like this.Her mouth searched for meaning in the softness of Helen’s inner thigh, nose in utter delight at how natural her Mistress smelled. Helen groaned, the ice in her glass clinking back and forth as she absentmindedly shook it. It wasn’t until Monique sent her fingers beneathHelen’s delicate underwear that the sweet and understated Ms. Warner said anything, and that was the simple, “Astounding.”
Yes, Monique certainly felt it.
She directed her heavy and firm kisses toward the places her finger had been only a moment before. As Helen oscillated between stiffening and forcing herself to relax, Monique dipped her hand deep between her Mistress’s legs until her fingertip discovered the entrance to everything she desired. Her lips responded in kind, making love to Helen’s clit while the woman on the other end finally eased into the depths of her chair and drank in the sight of Monique servicing her while a fire crackled.
I’ll do this for you every night.Every night when Helen came home, Monique would pour her a drink to enjoy while bringing her to this level of pleasure. She would constantly explore new ways to make her Mistress shiver. She would rely on the standbys most nights, but every so often, before they got too comfortable, Monique would throw in something new and delightful. All she wanted – all she cared about – was making her Mistress happy. There was no shame in getting on her knees. No horror in tasting someone like this.Dear God, I love her. What an awkward time to realize it.
Or was it?
“Stop.”
Monique slowly eased back, face relaxed as she imagined diving back in at any moment. “I am willing, Mistress.” She turned her lips inward. “Helen…”
“Call me whatever makes you happiest.”
“Right now, I want you to be my Mistress.”
“Then I will be. Sit back and let me look at you. Don’t touch me.”
Monique eased back onto her folded legs, her visage expectant as she waited for her next order.Tell me to capture you the moon, and I’ll find a way.
“Take off that robe.”
She did as commanded, removing the sheer satin from her skin and sitting before Helen in nothing but her pushup bra and lacey lingerie. Helen took the robe and laid it on the back of her chair, the bright red satin touching her face.
“Sit up straight.”
Her spine had never been so erect. Monique kept her chin up, looking into Helen’s eyes, which widened from the suspense.
“You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
She can’t mean that.Yet Monique would not refute Helen. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“How many can say they have such a beautiful woman to serve them?” Helen held out her glass “Bring me another.”
Monique responded with alacrity, her cramped legs feeling like nothing as she jumped up, took the glass, and returned to the wet bar. In poured more bourbon before she returned to Helen and handed the glass over to her.
“Kneel.”
