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Her domineering hand hit Monique’s tender ass, making her quiver on the strap-on as it thrust into her. Helen’s other hand lifted her right leg, spreading her thighs and allowing anyone to take her as deeply as possible.

Monique forgot what was happening. Why they were there. That so many people watched them ravenously, their hands on donation buttons as they watched a Domme claim her sub for their enjoyment. All Monique cared about now was the feeling ofeuphoria gripping her heart. Helen was inside her. Their bodies were bound together, and they were becoming one, as it was always meant to be.

Helen spanked her again. The pain subsided and turned to nothing but blackened pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Her bliss was short-lived. Before Monique could succumb to the beauties of subspace and become wholly Helen’s, the force of the thrusts loosened her blindfold and sent it halfway down her face.

Perhaps it was a cruel, cosmic joke. Perhaps it was her mind playing tricks on her as she entered a state of delusion. Either way, Monique never expected to see the one thing that would crush her heart.

There, sitting in one of the best seats of the house, was Jacqueline Love, the mirth on her face only rivaled by the joy once flooding Monique’s heart.

Chapter 33

The Princess and the Dragon 2

The room was quiet. Probably because Monique’s ears closed themselves to the world out of pure shock.Jacqueline!Were her eyes lying to her? Was her ex, the person responsible for most of her woes, really sitting in the audience watching her with her new Domme? The Domme currently thrusting into her while Jacqueline continued to watch with that sick smile on her face?

Monique’s fears had come true. Ever since she made the decision to do this show, she fretted that Jacqueline would show up. Yet she hadn’t seen her in the beginning… wait, was this why Helen blindfolded her? Did she see Jacqueline sit down? Was she sparing Monique the trauma of seeing that person when they were in their most intimate moments?

Was that why Helen went off-script?

Reality came crashing back down. Monique averted her gaze, staring at the floor while Helen yanked her leash and pulled her hair. The blindfold had fallen far enough to cover her mouth, butnot to muffle it.I can’t do this…They were toward the end of their show, yet Monique could only think of fear, regret, and so much guilt that she was caught in this compromising position. A church choir could have sat in the seats and she would have relished it. Her ex-Domme? It was all over.

You’re doing this because of her.Because the Warners owed Jacqueline a ton of money that nobody could afford to pay back even if they pooled together their available funds. Because Jacqueline wouldn’t leave her the fuck alone.

Because she had stolen ten years of Monique’s life and wanted to make sure she never enjoyed emotional freedom again.

Even now, with another person inside of her – another woman who had collared her – Monique could only think of what Jacqueline had done.Hurt me. Hit me. Defiled me. She didn’t feel in love right now. Jacqueline’s presence had managed to overshadow everything felt before.

Apparently, Helen sensed her sudden apprehension. Under the guise of yanking her up and biting her ear to the titillation of the audience, Helen pulled Monique close to her mouth and whispered, “I love you.”

I love you. I need you. I’ll protect you.The dragon roosted only a few yards away, and yet Monique was in the hold of another woman who wouldn’t let someone like Jacqueline Love touch her ever again.

Monique opened her eyes. Faces blurred. Voices mingled as people openly betted on who would come first.

The only one not leaning in to whisper to someone else was Jacqueline, who tapped her fingers against her knee as if this were all done for her own amusement.

She probably truly thought that. All of this had been an elaborate scene playing out in their usual relationship. The breakup. The moving out. The letters. And now this.

No.

No!

Monique couldn’t let this go on. She didn’t want to live the rest of her life afraid of Jacqueline’s next move, wondering if she would find a way to harass a victim in her new life. That wasn’t any way to live. Especially now that Monique had a new Mistress wanting to build a life with her. Helen loved her. Truly loved her like a Domme was supposed to. Monique wasn’t a toy. She was a partner, Helen’s equal on the other end of the Dom/sub spectrum. She felt safer with Helen in their short time together than she ever had in ten years with Jacqueline.

When Helen pulled her hair so hard that she let out a gasp of pain, Monique looked Jacqueline straight in the eye and dared her to do something.

It wasn’t easy. She was at her most exposed, not just in front of the audience, but in front of Jacqueline as well. This was when she would hurt her.

She dared her to hurt anyone now.

Those eyes. That set demeanor. The look of a person on the verge of lashing out. Monique skated upon the thinnest ice in the world. While the person she loved readied for the climax of their show, Monique stared down the person she loathed.

More than one spectator in the audience glanced at where she looked. Cheeks paled, reddened, and twitched. They knew. They all knew, whether they had ever done something about it or not.

Jacqueline lost her smile.

I’m not yours anymore. I never was.Monique opened herself to the pleasure her real Mistress gave her, filling her, delighting her with every firm stroke of the strap-on. Helen’s fingers traveled from Monique’s thigh to her clit, wetting themselves in her arousal as shiver upon shiver of need overcame her. Still, she did not look away from Jacqueline’s visage. Monique wouldn’t until it was all over and she was never bothered again.