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“And do with me as you like. The moment we walk into my room, I belong to you. Command me. Punish me. Reward me.”

Helen kissed her, cutting off Monique’s words, but not her passion. The scent and taste of wine lingered on their lips, but all Monique could taste was Helen’s essence, and all she could smell was that exquisite perfume, both natural and man-made.I want it on my bed. I want to wake up every day and smell her in my bed.Even better if Monique smelled like Helen’s cologne by the end of the night.

“I might ruin you.” Helen’s voice was low, but frantic, echoing between frenzied kisses. “I might not be able to hold myself back. I’ll think of nothing but claiming you. Every part of you.” She squeezed Monique’s breast and bit her ear. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You cannot scare me tonight. You don’t understand… I need this. I need a woman like you to own me. Again and again. I’ll wait in between. Control and own me. I need it.”

“Not as much as I need you, surely.”

“I wouldn’t count on that.”

Dinner was called to an early end, which delighted Monique but also made her nervous. Organic escalations of a relationship were one thing.Last time had been organic. There was nothing to be nervous about in her bedroom, Helen’s body about twoseconds away from thrusting upon her. This was planned. Monique didn’t know what Helen would do to her, but she did know that this was their initiation, and she wanted to die from anticipation.

They walked separately down the hall to her quarters. As she produced the key, however, she saw Helen stop in front of a closet-like door that said “PRIVATE, MDM. ONLY.”

“That’s a security room,” Monique said, fumbling for her key. “It’s…”

“Let’s watch for a bit.”

So, she knows what’s back there?Monique approached the door and unlocked it with another key.

It was her personal surveillance room. In it, which was nothing more than a walk-in closet, were a dozen closed-circuit televisions letting her see every major room in the house. There was another security room that showed the public areas and the outdoors, manned by her security chief and his part-time deputies. This room, however, focused on the private rooms, so Monique could make sure no awful business was going on in the employees’ boudoirs.

Everyone knew about the cameras. Some of the women even got off on them, although Monique rarely came in to keep an eye on things.

"Do your clients know about this?" Helen said the moment Monique latched the door shut behind them. She sat in the only chair in front of the TVs and zoomed right in on the one in Grace’s room.

"Only the patrons. These aren’t recorded to anything. Just a live feed to make sure nobody’s getting hurt. Sometimes the ladies are too shocked to report something."

"I hope they don’t report this because it’s damn fantastic."

She pointed to the screen.Should have guessed. It was Grace with Ms. Anderssen. And Mrs. Anderssen.

Helen pulled Monique into her lap as they watched.I’m not supposed to get off on this.She was human, and it couldn’t be helped. Grace was naked, bent over, and chained to her wall while Ms. Anderssen ate her out from behind, her hand coming down for a hard spank every few seconds. Even on that tiny camera, Monique could see how red Grace’s skin was.

"Please tell me there’s sound."

"No," Monique said. She wished there was.

Mrs. Anderssen slipped off Grace’s bed and approached the fornicating couple, her hand rubbing her wife’s bare back before turning her attention to Grace.I really need to charge them extra.

"Sex isn’t supposed to be expected, right?"

"No. It’s made clear to every woman. Tying up, whipping, humiliation, that sort of thing… legal things."

"That ain’t legal."

"It is if they’re not specifically paying for it."

"Do all those ladies fuck their patrons and clients?"

"The patrons? Yes. Not usually the clients. Unless they want to, but then they risk starting rumors that we’re an actual brothel."

"Travesty." Helen’s hand moved over Monique’s mouth, silencing her. She slid farther along her lap and leaned against her chest. "Now be quiet. I want to watch."

So did Monique. Ms. Anderssen was fit, albeit a bit older.Good endurance, too.The spanking had stopped, but Grace continued to make faces that could only be from moaning in anticipated pleasure.Did those fingers find her G-spot?No wonder Grace liked them so much.

Ms. Anderssen stepped away and her wife unchained Grace from the wall. The paying patron brought her wife in for a kiss, their passionate embrace only foiled by the naked woman slumping over and grabbing Mrs. Anderssen’s ankle. The well-to-do woman sank to her knees and began kissing her spouse’s bare thighs. Grace disrobed Mrs. Anderssen, even going so far as to rub her breasts and kiss her shoulders.