“Tonight, I am taking every piece of you, Monique.” Helen’s voice ravaged her ears, one hiss after another sending spirals of madness down the spine.Oh my…Helen squeezed harder, eliciting a whimper from Monique’s throat as her breasts begged for forgiveness in one woman’s tumultuous grip. “You are mine. Do you understand? I will mark you in ways you never imagined. When I’m finished, there will be no doubt in this world that you belong to me. Your body ismineto be marked.”
Monique’s teeth made her bottom lip bleed. “I understand,” she whispered.
“You understand what?”
“That I am yours, Mistress.”
“You understand, but you have yet to experience what that truly means. I am going to take all of you. In return, I will push myself to limits even I have yet to pursue. I’ve been practicing all week for you.”
Monique had no idea what she meant, but she looked forward to finding out.
“You remarked on my choice of such a bright white for you.” Helen released her, stepping toward one of the drawers on the side of the room. She opened the top drawer and pulled something out. Body paint, it looked like. Red, black, deep royal purple. “The symbolism was not lost on you. White for purity. You are not a virgin, my dearest, but you are still pure in this relationship. I am changing that tonight.” The paints opened, joined with a brush as big as Monique’s thumb. “I will be rough with your body. I will push your limits. Use your safe word, if necessary, but I hope you won’t. I intend on making it as pleasurable as possible.”
“That would only be right on a night like this.”
She trembled when Helen pushed her onto the white bench. The silver leash thumped against the carpet. “From now on,” Helen began, “you may softly speak. You can scream later.”
Scream? What was she planning to do, exactly?
Helen yanked on the leash, prostrating Monique onto the bench. “You don’t have to do a thing, Princess. You’re to be doted on. Tonight, you serve me by completely and utterly submitting. All I ask is that you open not just your body to me, but also your heart and soul. Can you do that?”
Monique didn’t answer immediately.
“I would never intentionally hurt you, Monique.”
“I know.” She kept her words soft. “I am strong, Helen. There isn’t much you can do to me that will scare me away. I know you have your own worries.”
Helen stopped pulling something else out of the drawer. “I know that if you are sincerely disturbed by something I do, you will tell me.”
“You are not my old Domme, and I am not your old sub. We are the best for each other.”
She closed the drawer. “You’re wise, as always. Any person who asks you to keep quiet for too long is a fool.”
“I am glad that you appreciate my thoughts.”
Something jangled behind her. Helen cleared her throat. “I bought you another present, Princess.” She revealed a pair of silver handcuffs glistening in the setting sunlight. “I’ll be careful with your bracelet.”
She took Monique’s wrists and pulled them beneath the bench. The handcuffs cinched together, leaving Monique to stare up at the ceiling, on her back and mentally readying for what her Domme wanted to do to her – whatever it was.
All she knew was that she was to serve through submitting. Whatever Helen wanted, Monique would give. Her whole body. Her heart.
Her soul.
Helen eased Monique’s legs open. The bench was low enough that even a petite woman like her could touch the floor with her heels. Now, her legs parted.
“Take a deep breath and relax. I want you ready for me.”
Monique closed her eyes and breathed until she couldn’t fill her lungs anymore. She sensed Helen kneel between her legs. Her tongue licked the length of the corset’s slit, flicking against fabric and teasing the skin beneath. Monique hissed, her arousal coming to life as her Mistress showed her this level of unprecedented affection once again.
Although Helen did not touch Monique’s flesh with her tongue, she was still tender and efficient. Their first intimate touch as a collared Domme and sub was as sweet as Monique could have hoped. Helen would make sure she was ready for anything.I’ll take anything she gives me.Monique would not say her safe word unless absolutely necessary. If Helen promised to push herself, then she would as well.
Together, they would reach new heights.
“Helen…” The back of her eyelids turned gold as she relaxed into one woman’s erotic touch. They fluttered open again, briefly, giving her enough time to see Helen’s head of dark blond move between two opened legs. “I mean… Mistress…”
She stopped long enough to say, “Tonight, you can call me whatever feels best to you.”
“Helen.”