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Helen finished her sister’s wine. “Let’s say more than the hair runs in our family.”

“I see.” Monique contained her smile. If she didn’t know any better, she would say that Helen and Eve were twins. “So, does her bed have hoops and chains on it too?”

“I don’t want to know. It’s bad enough I heard an ex of hers go on about how she works a flogger. Oh, and you know that BDSM club in the city?”

“Of course.” Monique had been there a time or two. Most recently to hire a gal for her Manoir – June, to be exact.

“I ran into her there once. I don’t think I had ever vacated a place as quickly as I did that one.” Helen sighed. “From then on, we had to come up with a code word for it. ‘I’m going on vacation tonight.’ That way the other one knows not to go and we don’t embarrass ourselves. Some things still stay sacred in this family.”

Monique hid her smile behind her hand. “That sounds… well, I don’t have any siblings, so I couldn’t tell you how weird that is or not, but I’m sure it’s disturbing from your perspective.”

“You truly have no idea.”

They finished dinner, eschewing dessert and deciding to head up to the East Wing. Helen insisted that there was a good movie they could watch. Monique had a few ideas of her own – which she shared with Helen the moment they entered her chambers and the twilight of the day cast shadows on them both.

“I don’t want to watch a movie.” Monique placed her hand on Helen’s firm chest and played with the hem of her sundress. “I want you to fuck me.”

Chapter 13

Her Mistress’s Chambers

Neither surprise nor tedium entered her eyes. Helen leaned one hand against the wall, cornering Monique by the door but not offering to incite her. “That’s pretty forward.”

“Please. You invited me to your estate and thought I wouldn’t be thinking this?”

“Quite the contrary, not a minute went by today in which I didn’t imagine you on your knees in front of me.” Helen lowered her head and touched Monique's cheek with her nose, breath hot on the skin. “I spent so much time thinking of what I want to do with you, that I ended up confusing myself. So little time. So many games we could play.”

Monique shivered. “Will you kiss me?”

Helen wrapped her hand around the side of Monique’s neck, thumb pushing against her tender flesh as lips came for hers. They hadn’t kissed since they last parted. Now here Monique was, mouth touching Helen’s, their kisses heavier with eachpassing second. Arousal burst within Monique, and while her bun pressed against the wall, she searched for Helen’s jacket to bring her closer.

“My sweet Princess,” Helen said, grip tightening. “There are some things I can think of making you do now.”

“Tell me.” The thought of doing as Helen bid brought Monique more excitement.I’ll please you. I’ll make you proud.In return, she would also feel good for a while. “I want you to be my Mistress.” Monique was on vacation, after all. Time to escape into a different world where she didn’t have to worry about a damn thing.

Helen, however, did not jump at the chance to make her serve. “What are you in such a hurry for?” She touched the top of Monique’s cleavage and watched her finger disappear between breasts. “You just got here. You’ve barely had dinner. Are you so wound up that you can’t keep off me?”

Monique gasped when Helen’s fingers found her nipple. “Please, Ms. Warner,” Monique said with a careful tone. “It’s only right to thank you for inviting me into your home.”

Helen loomed over her, and for a fleeting moment, Monique thought her Mistress would take her right there against the wall.Do it.She would either take the drawn-out game of dominance and submission, or she would take the quick, needy sex she offered.Let’s get it out of our systems. Out ofmysystem.Didn’t Helen know how much she fantasized about coming to see her? Monique was ready to feel her touch again. Her absolute touch.

“You try my patience. I was going to wait until tonight to treat you to something, but now you come in here and attempt to seduce me. I’m a strong woman, Monique, but even I have my limits. Tempt me too much and I may give you what you want. To my own ends, of course.”

Whatever that meant, Monique wanted it.

“There must be something I can do for you.” She touched Helen’s chest, fingers working the creases in the bust of Helen’s dress while her eyesight meandered to the flirtatious hem of that beautiful brown sundress. “Tell me what to do. Whether on my knees, my back… do whatever you want to me.”

“Maybe I don’t want to do anything to you.” Helen guided Monique’s hand down to that soft and malleable skirt. “Maybe I want to make you do all the work.”

That’s fine, too!“You’re the mistress of this household. It’s only right that I serve you.” Monique pushed off the wall and against Helen. “Use me in any way you want. Even if it means taking my will.”

Without a word, Helen smoothed down Monique’s hair. She played with the string of pearls, threatening to completely undo Monique if they both weren’t careful.Don’t be careful. Ravage me like you did that night.“If you’re not cautious, I will take full advantage of you.”

The woman knew how to speak to Monique, who clasped her hands on Helen’s shoulders and lifted up, kissing her chin and attempting to bring Helen down upon her.

In her desperation, all Monique could think was how happy she was when Helen finally lured her to bed, her body sitting on the edge while she forbade Monique from joining her. “Kneel,” she said, the bite of Ms. Warner clouding her voice. “Kneel and lower your dress.”

She did as commanded, knees sinking to the carpet while her hands reached for her dress straps. One by one they fell down her arms, gathering at her elbows while the bust of her dress gave way to her breasts. Her braless breasts, since Monique knew what she was doing when she dressed that day.I brought one whole bra on this trip.Just in case it was socially necessary.