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“Oh, fuck.” She rarely swore so early during sex. Helen had a power over her that no woman had before. “I’m ready…”
She had no idea that those were the magic words. For the moment her whimper disappeared into the warm air, Helen came, covering her submissive’s chest in what Monique could only callthe perfect essence of Helen Warner.Her scent was overpowering, her breaths heavy, and her wetness as remarkable as the way it chastised Monique’s breasts for daring to arouse her so desperately.
It had gotten elsewhere, too, as evident when Helen stepped off her sub and disappeared behind her. Monique's nipples glistened. Her white corset was marked as well.
“Thank you, Mistress,” she said, breathless.
A small towel patted her skin dry. Although most of it was gone, Monique still felt some of it on her skin, and it definitely remained on the corset.
“Hold still.”
The brush covered in black body paint hit Monique’s breasts. One stroke down into her cleavage, then another up, encompassing her tender nipple and making her moan without warning. Within seconds, her breasts, chest, and the top of the white corset were painted black.
When Helen Warner said she was going to mark her… She wasn’t kidding. It was one thing to feel what came from her depths on the skin. It was quite another to see how she had been soiled by her Domme.
The paint had time to dry on her skin and clothes while she wondered what Helen would do next. A mystery that was answered when Ms. Warner reached beneath the bench and unlocked the handcuffs.
And yanked on Monique’s leash, forcing her up and turning her over so she faced Helen and her slick thighs. Monique didn’t have to be commanded. Hell, Helen said nothing as she placed the palms of her submissive’s hands on the bench and handcuffed them again. Her knees likewise dug into the leather, the stiletto heels of her shoes pointing into the air behind her. Monique’s hair covered her face. Helen pulled it out of the way and caressed her partner’s cheek.
“Do you want it?” she asked, grip tightening against Monique’s scalp. “I won’t give it to you until you ask for it.”
Monique shuddered, sighing. “Yes. I want it.” She steadied her breaths, vision fading. “I want your pussy, Mistress.”
“Then take it.”
Her hands remained in Monique’s hair, spilling it from her grip in a riot of dark curls and bright glitter. Monique didn’t care about the acute pain tugging at her head. She was more concerned with catching her tongue against Helen’s skin and inhaling the scent that sent her into a stratosphere of anticipation.
This is bliss.Monique loved tasting her Mistress’s essence on her mound – and she could safely say she rarely got to dine so shortly after a woman orgasmed. Between the slickness covering her tongue and Helen pulling her hair, Monique quickly succumbed to the gravity of Heaven, wherever that was.
Here. It’s right here.Her Mistress’s pussy beneath her lips, wet, thrusting against her mouth while Monique went from slow and easy to the kind of motions that choked less experienced women.Breathe. Breathe!It was so sudden, the way Helen overpowered her submissive’s whole face, covering Monique’s mouth and nose while dripping wet from both post-orgasm reverie and the current moment that revved her up again. Monique had about one second to buck her adrenaline and give in to the woman she let collar her.
If this is what she wants to do to me, I have to trust her.Luckily for Helen, this was far from Monique’s first experience being suffocated by her Mistress’s hot and heavy thrusts.
“That’s it.” Helen spoke on Monique’s behalf. “Have your fill, Princess.”
It drove Monique crazy to be unable to touch her Mistress with handcuffed wrists. She wanted to grab Helen, stroke her, nibble other parts of her pelvis in the hopes of bringing her more pleasure. Except it also drove Monique crazy – in the best way – having Helen rub all over her face with no issue. Monique whimpered, such feistily mousy sounds encouraging Helen to give her partner what she wanted.More of you.Monique knew how to swim, but she was more than willing to drown if that was her Mistress’s will.
Helen yanked Monique’s hair. Her moan commanded the room once more, and to Monique’s surprise, she was soon on the receiving end of a rush of that taste she appreciated.More deep breaths.More ofheroutside, around, inside of Monique’s mouth. She waited for Helen to start pulling away beforeextending her tongue along the line of her Mistress’s slick slit. Monique’s lips were wet, her mouth gasping for breath now that her lungs could have their fill.
“Easy. Take it easy, Princess. Don’t get so enamored with my body that you stop breathing.”
A fresh towel dabbed her mouth. Helen cleaned up what now covered the lower half of her face. But like how she hadn’t completely wiped clean Monique’s breasts, Helen also left some on her lips and chin, the rest of Monique waking up so quickly to arousal that the heat between her legs intensified, and her thighs begged for Helen to claim them.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Helen released Monique’s hair and helped her sit up straight on the bench. She was not gentle in the way she tugged on the leash. “Come.” Her free hand picked up the body paints. “I need the bed to take the rest of you. This is too low.”
Monique said farewell to the view of the setting sun and followed her Domme into the bedroom. Rose petals were scattered across the comforter.She really went out of her way.Monique felt even more romantic when her Mistress pushed her onto the bed, pulling her legs over the side before opening them and lifting them up to her chest. Helen pulled the brush from the red paint and drew a line across Monique’s bottom lip.
“Two down.” The paints dropped to the floor. “Now my real test begins. Encourage me to fuck you again, Princess.”
After two rounds of marking her submissive with what came from the core of her feminine being, Helen was probably near spent. Yet she did not show any signs of fatigue.She wants to go again?So soon? Was that her test? To come more times than she usually did when making love? Considering it was Monique’s thighs spread and presented to her now, she had at least one damn good reason to get Helen ready again.To fuck me. Now.
“Please, Helen,” she begged, her handcuffed hands clutching her wet, dirty chest. “I need you to fuck me. I won’t really be yours until you claim my whole body.Please.”
“Is that so?” Helen touched herself with one hand and the slit of Monique’s corset at the same time. “How will I claim you like that? How will anyone know that I’ve been to places no one else has attempted with only my fingers? Because I know you love a good fingering, Princess, but it’s not what I have in mind.”
Monique didn’t hesitate. “Use a toy, Mistress. I want to be filled by whatever you hold in your hand.”
“How about whatever I have strapped to my waist?”
