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They were slipping, though. Thighs wet and touched at her core, Monique concentrated on the sensation of Helen thrusting in and out of her. Speed. Intensity. There were no barometers.

Monique could have held out longer if it weren’t for the angle at which Helen entered her now. Between gravity and her skill, Helen hit her where it counted, and a giant spark of pleasure tore Monique apart.

“Mmf!” She couldn’t help it. Orgasm broke her. A wave of relief and pleasure washed over her warm skin and settled in her stomach, now held down by both of Helen’s hands. The clamps clinked as her breasts bounced before her Mistress’s eager eyes; the plug in her ass reminded her that she was never truly her own woman when in bed; the gag in her mouth drowned in saliva and the groans erupting from her soul. Most of all, Monique relished in that full and perfect feeling of her Mistress continuing to fuck her at the same rhythm even after she began to hold onto Monique with the brute strength of her orgasm.

Not for long. An excited grunt hit Monique’s ears, and the next thing she knew she was in the middle of her orgasm when Helen began hers. She filled her with more than her cataclysmic joy. The sheer amount of endorphins expanding between them told Monique that Helen was more than satisfied with their mutual performance. Even though they did not speak or kiss one another, they shared an elation that only a well-synced Domme and sub could have.

Helen slowed her movements before pulling out. Almost instantly, Monique moaned, the feeling of abandonment too intense to ignore.At least I still have…No. Helen removed the plug without a second thought. As all of Monique relaxed, her body became one with the bed, every inch of her womanly form feeling more gloriously feminine than ever.

The clamps came off. Helen blew against Monique’s nipples before gently rolling her tongue across each peak, keeping them hard but easing the swelling. This time, Monique let a moan escape her. When her arms and legs were released from their binds, she carefully moved them, feeling the tension evaporate as Helen helped her change position so her joints would not get angry.

Finally, the blindfold came off. Then the gag in her mouth.

She was halfway onto her stomach by now, legs closed but still feeling so exposed to the world. Helen massaged Monique’s side before curling up behind her and wrapping an arm around her midsection. The lips on her neck only made Monique sigh.

“By the way, you can speak now.”

She didn’t want to. She wanted to sleep. Not even when Helen began covering her sore spots in cream and tender touches did Monique open her mouth to say anything.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Helen’s leg was hooked beneath her partner’s. Monique rolled back into her embrace, relishing in the easy way Helen loved onher.Why does this woman want me so much?Was it because Monique was such a good sub? Or was there something else about her that Helen admired and wanted to have? Dommes were such a mystery to her sometimes.

“I did.” Monique’s voice was hoarse from disuse.

“I thought about you until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Knowing that you were up here waiting for me like this… all I could think about was taking you. Then to see the way your body begged for it when I got here… you’re destroying me, Monique. You don’t know how much power you have.”

She kissed Monique’s ear and fingered her slit. Monique collapsed in exhaustion, her only request that Helen keep doing that before taking a nap with her. Helen would not commit to anything until Monique started to climax once more, fingers inside of her and teasing her ass as well.

“My princess,” Helen whispered into her ear. Monique was still coming, this second orgasm taking much longer to accomplish than the first. Her body shook in fatigue but would not give up the pleasure she felt. “There’s still so much I want to do to you. I haven’t seen your limits yet. I want to find them… and shatter them.”

She gave one final thrust of her fingers and made Monique quiver around them, her arousal drenching Helen’s skin in her inability to care anymore.You’re already pushing my limits, Helen. Wet fingers rubbed the inside of her thighs as Helen mentioned how swollen and wet Monique’s nether lips were.You don’t know that you are, but it’s happening. Monique clung to Helen the moment she embraced her, a kiss the size of her uncertainty blossoming between them.

Chapter 15

Midnight

“Of course I’ve been here before,” Monique said later that night. “What, you think I was never aware of the most exclusive BDSM club in the region?”

“I never said you weren’t aware of it.” Helen took her by the arm and led her through the front entrance of the club, a spacious, dark abode deep in the center of the nearest city. “I merely asked if you had been here before. There’s a difference.”

They approached the doorman, a fellow dressed in a designer suit but liable to bash someone’s head in if they looked at him wrong. Monique flashed a sweet smile while Helen pulled out her ID. The doorman checked it against a list and showed them through.

“And I told you, I’ve been here before.” Monique let Helen remove her coat and pass it on to the gal behind a counter. She wore a gold, glittery mask and a mysterious mien that reflected the cordial – and comforting – delights within.

“Hello, Ms. Warner,” the coat check mistress said with a hint of flirtation in her voice. “Who is the lovely lady with you?” She handed Helen a claim check for their coats.

Helen put it in her clutch. “Don’t tell me you don’t know Monique Grant. She says she’s been here before.”

The woman stepped back from her window, hair swishing in the dim light. “I’ve heard of you, ma’am. Forgive me. I didn’t start working here until a few months ago.”

They both returned her smile. Helen put a tight hand around Monique’s shoulder and directed her toward the hallway leading to the main sitting area. Not that they would deign to sit so low in one of the country’s most private members-only clubs.

Monique had been here.Midnight. There were elite BDSM clubs all over the world, but this was the Western Hemisphere’s #1 abode. Any man – or woman – who had the financial means and the love for the relationship between a dominant and submissive came here. Just like they would visit Monique’s Manoir up in the rural hills, they would make some time to check out Midnight. Men in expensive suits and smoking cigars; women in flashy dresses and collars; both crawling on the floor and wielding whips. A center stage bathed in red and blue lights boasted the occasional show and demonstrations. Monique saw on the calendar of events that they recently had a Shibari display.I should find out who did it and hire them to tutor my employees.Always the business-minded woman.

Helen had a membership important enough to give her a VIP table in the corner upstairs. Monique sat next to the railing and looked down at the stage, all while Helen flagged down a scantily clad server to order them drinks.

“What will you have?” she asked. “I’m getting a gin and tonic.”