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“Yes, Mistress.”

Such a satisfying word to say. Monique hadn’t called a woman her Mistress with such conviction since…No.Now, Helen glared at her, eyes hungry with desire. Desire to punish her, and desire to have her.Thiswas the kind of thing Monique was hoping to have tonight.

“Let me service you, Mistress.”

“As charming as it is to hear you say that, I don’t think so.”

Monique bowed her head. What had she done to displease her Mistress? If she had learned anything from her years as a sub, it was that being denied things like that meant her Domme was angry with her.Did I go out of line?Wouldn’t she have brushed Monique off if she didn’t want it? She knew the safe word. How hard was it to work the wordblossominto conversation? Monique even wore a flower-patterned dress.I’m so stupid.

Helen must have caught the disappointed look on her girlfriend’s face, for she said, “I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you again right here.”

Relief swept through Monique, and finally, she felt that dam disappear, releasing the torrents she so carefully kept hidden away in her body. Now that she could fully express it, Monique did so, rotating her hips and lifting her chin toward Helen, whose eyes went straight to Monque’s chest.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Do better.”

Monique sucked in her breath. “Fuck me, Mistress.”

“Why should I do that? What have you done to deserve that sort of reward?”

What haven’t I done?“Everything you’ve wanted.”

Helen kissed her, quickly, as if she couldn’t control herself.Go ahead. Lose control.What Monique would give to feel Helen completely go crazy on her! “You haven’t given me everything I want yet, Monique.”

“What do you want, Mistress? I’ll give it to you right now.” Monique tried to free her hands, but Helen was too strong.

“I want you,” she began, “to beg for whatever I give you.”

She could do that.

“Yes, take me right here!” Monique felt like a loose woman on the verge of losing the last of her morals. Helen was on her,kissing whatever she came into contact with, arms falling to touch her breasts and to lift her hips around her waist. Monique slid down the wall but kept her balance by wrapping herself completely around Helen. When she discovered that Monique wore no underwear that night, her girlfriend said, “My Mistress didn’t tell me to putallmy clothes back on earlier.”

“You sly vixen.” Helen’s hand disappeared between Monique’s legs. “Look at what you do to me. I’m supposed to be a collected woman.”

It didn’t take long for her finger to pierce Monique where it mattered most. By then Helen had given in to her base desires, growling into Monique’s ear as she penetrated her with purpose. Monique cried out, smitten and sullied. Sure, she had been aroused for a good twenty or so minutes, but her body hadn’t been prepared for this kind of quick and rough sex. Pain seared through her as Helen went in deeper, her teeth in Monique’s shoulder. The sheer intensity of her actions sent Monique to a different plane of existence in that dark room.

This woman wanted her so badly that she pulled Monique into this room to fuck her. Didn’t matter if she was ready. When Monique threw down her gauntlet back at the table, she had signed herself up for whatever punishment Helen felt like dishing out.

Taking her with a side of pain feltprettyappropriate.

“Helen!” Monique clung to her, head bumping against the wall as fingers thrust up into her. “Yes! Fuck me! Please!”

It stung, but not for long. Monique quickly acclimated, her desire flushing her skin in time to Helen’s thrusts. Monique never forgot what Helen asked of her.

“Punish me, please!” Somewhere in the frenzy, Helen found the ability to smack the side of Monique’s ass as she took her against the wall. Monique’s legs dangled around Helen’s waist, one shoe falling off and clattering to the floor. The front ofher dress was pulled apart, her breasts hanging out for Helen to indulge in whenever it pleased her – which was every single second she wasn’t kissing Monique’s lips or leaving a lovebite on her throat. This primal showcase of her affections had Monique riveted to the point she sang her pleasures like a bird chirped for dawn.

“Shit!” This was it. This was what it felt like to be caught by the woman who pursued her. And claimed by her, which happened the moment Monique began to climax, her voice echoing in the VIP room.

Her grunts of release were better than any music playing in the main room of Midnight. Monique squeezed her eyes shut so she could concentrate on the barbaric sounds wracking Helen’s beautiful and composed body. To be connected to the woman so enthralled with Monique that she couldn’t wait until they got home… that was paradise.

“Thank hell,” Helen muttered after a vain attempt to catch her breath. Monique opened her eyes. She kissed Helen’s throat when her Mistress tipped back her head, golden hair tangled and tussled. “You’re something else.”

Helen released her, and the first thing Monique noticed was that she missed the way she had been pinned against the wall. Now, watching Helen straighten out her clothes, Monique was aware of her disheveled demeanor for the second time that day.

“Don’t.” Helen stopped Monique on her way to the bathroom. “That’s your punishment until we leave.”

Monique stared at the floor, her senses telling her to gussy up. But when her Mistress informed her she was being punished, well…Besides, she liked the remnants of Helen Warner’s touch, her claim on Monique spreading from her core to the world beyond. It made her feel like a glorious extension of her Mistress – just what Monique wanted that night.