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“Thank you,” Helen said, brushing her fingertips against Monique’s shoulder.
The shirt fell from her body, revealing the soft, unassuming curves she kept beneath. Monique always marveled at how delicious her Mistress’s body looked. Helen was not the kind of woman to advertise how fit she was. Some Dommes liked to wear clothes that accentuated their figures. Others found clever ways to show off their sensuality. Yet Helen was so subtle in the way she showed off her possessions that it felt like exploring a new world with her. She was almost… humble.
I still can’t believe this is happening.Monique pressed her hand against Helen’s chest and batted her eyelashes in the hope that it would earn her a kiss.
It brought her a whisper to her ear.
“Let’s go to bed.”
They went as soon as Monique pulled Helen’s skirt down and waited for her to step free. She folded all of their clothes together and left them neatly piled on the chair. The empty glass of alcohol went to the wet bar to be washed later. By the time shewas finished, Helen was in bed, leaning against the headboard while the silk sheets covered her from the waist down.
She extended her hand and motioned for Monique to come to her. Monique obeyed.
Helen brought her into bed, enticing her to lie on her side while she loomed over her, elbow pointed into the pillow. “Touch me, my love,” she said, pulling Monique’s hand between the legs again. “Gently. I’m sensitive now because of your wonderful way of serving me.”
Monique’s touch lingered on Helen, breath catching in her chest as she gazed upon her girlfriend with an intensity that nearly made Monique melt. Yet their level of comfort at this point meant she felt no embarrassment doing as asked, which began with simple strokes to her slit, then testing her fingers against the elasticity of her Mistress’s center.
As Monique slowly made her wet again, Helen kissed her throat, nibbled her ear, and licked her breasts when they pushed up from her bra. Once her tongue slipped between skin and lace and touched a nipple, Monique gasped, her fingers penetrating Helen deeply enough that her Mistress grabbed her by the wrist beneath the covers.
“You’re killing me,” Helen mumbled. “I don’t know if it’s because you’re good at what you do or because you’re naturally so…”
Monique dared to speak. “So what?”
“Perfect.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“To me you are.”
They kissed again, Helen’s body overtaking Monique’s until they were locked in that blissful world of lovemaking.
Monique had long missed sex being a way for her to escape from reality. Toward the end with Jacqueline, it became a place of fear. With Helen, all she felt was relief. The way she gruntedinto her ear, moved between her hips and kissed the inside of her mouth made Monique feel like the most protected woman in the world. It didn’t matter that it was awkward when their legs linked together until they were riding one another’s thighs. All that mattered was the safe, yet passionate sensation of this woman reclaiming her after so long apart.
I can’t believe I distrusted her.A woman out to hurt Monique wouldn’t make love to her like this. She would feel used, repellant. Not like a sweet creature making love to her Mistress. When Monique thought of it that way, she couldn’t help but moan into Helen’s shoulder before biting her. Helen groaned, her hips surging against Monique’s as they moved together as one, pleasure shared, hard and unrelenting, purposeful. I can’t believe I fell in love again so easily.
Tears fell down her cheeks as Helen made love to her, face buried in the crook of her neck as she left another mark of her love on her girlfriend’s skin. She was all around Monique, within her, shielding her from the evils of the world and the people who wanted to hurt her.
“Helen…” she said, her hips digging into her bed. “I love you.”
At first, she didn’t think Helen heard her. Then their noses touched, those clear blue eyes staring into Monique’s. “I love you, too.” Helen thrust harder as if to prove it.
She didn’t ask why she was crying, but she did kiss away the tears, their hands clasping together on the pillow as Monique’s arms were drawn above her head.Don’t leave me tonight…Helen tightened around her. Monique was so wet by this point that it didn’t matter what angle she tried or how fast her movements became. By the time they both began to climax Monique was already crying out in ecstasy, the tears flowing freely as she covered Helen in her love.
“Don’t cry, my love.” Helen stilled, breathless, her nose drawing circles across Monique’s cheek. “I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.”
“I’m not crying… not like that.” Monique kissed Helen’s face, where a pimple tickled her lips. “They’re tears of happiness, I promise.”
“If I had tears right now, they would be of happiness as well.”
Monique wiped one from her eye and placed it on Helen’s temple. “There. Now we can be happy together.”
“I am always happy with you, Princess.”
They embraced, Helen still on top of her as they slowly moved together and kissed with the knowledge that they loved each other.Helen, my love…The words felt so impossible. For the first time in so long, Monique loved without fear. She desired without remorse. Her heart was so full of happiness that there was no room for the pains of her past.
“Be mine, forever.” Helen’s voice brought her back to the bed. “I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”
Monique’s nails pressed into Helen’s shoulders, her back, any skin and sinew she could find within this powerful body. “Yes,” she wept, holding in the last bit of sanity remaining deep in her heart. “Yes!”
