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Monique closed her eyes and eased into it. Within seconds, she was moaning into the open air, her eyes watering but unable to close. Not with the spreader keeping her thighs far apart and granting Helen all the access she wanted to her innermost places.

She brought her to the brink of orgasm and then pulled away, teasing Monique’s thighs with her tongue and the tips of her teeth. Monique shuddered again, her arousal to the point that even she could detect its scent in the air. Helen growled against her, pushed herself up, and touched Monique with her fingertips.

“Relax,” she whispered, one hand stroking her below while the other spread across her back. “Give yourself to me.”

Monique knew what she meant. “On your bed?”

“I look forward to it.”

Her touch drove Monique forward again, yanking on the rope above her head and straining against the spreader. With her partner’s slit opened to her, Helen had no problem sliding her fingers into Monique and tempting the inner recesses of her body.A woman with long and curling fingers is either an angel or a demon.An angel would take her to orgasm – a demon teased her until she cried in frustration.

Helen was a demon.

“No, don’t stop,” Monique begged whenever Helen pulled her fingers out, wetter than before. “Please, Helen…”

“What was that?” Helen continued to tease Monique’s hungry body.

“I’m sorry. Mistress… please…”

“Not until you give me what I want, Monique.”

The only way for that to happen was to completely surrender, allowing Helen to do whatever she wanted, stopping when she desired, and trusting that she would give Monique the ultimate pleasure when she was damn well ready. Monique bit her lip and felt her enter her again, this time with a third finger once again pushing its way in while Helen’s thumb rubbed against the center of all of Monique’s frustration. The rest of Helen’s body surrounded her, the silk and cotton of her clothes comforting Monique as she collapsed into her Mistress’s embrace and let out breathy cries of impending orgasm.

Helen stopped.

The sound coming from Monique’s throat was pure defeat. There was orgasm denial, and then there wasthis. She was so pent up that she was about to burst right on Helen’s hand – especially when she pulled her pajama shirt open and pressed their skin together, her drawstring untying. Everything about Helen Warner was ready to claim Monique all over again.

Especially when her hand reappeared between Monique’s legs, giving her what she wanted.

“Come if you want,” Helen said, both of her hands working Monique until she was likely to scream. “Just give me what I want, too.”

Between her touch, her words, and the heat of the situation, Monique began to climax. Yet before it hit her like a meteorite crashing into her body from the heavens, she gave Helen exactly what she wanted: enough docility to penetrate her with half of her hand, even at that angle, and enough wetness to mark Helen Warner’s comforter.

“That’s it, lovely,” Helen said with a gruff and heady tone. Her fingers shook within Monique, filling her deep and sending her eyes to the back of her head. “All over my bed. Give yourself to me.”

It seemed like a fair trade. Her in the restaurant, and Monique in the bedroom.

Of course, Monique would prefer to haveheryet again.

When her orgasm dispersed within her, she opened her eyes to see Helen unlocking the spreader and freeing the legs that barely felt like they still belonged to Monique. Helen waited until the spreader was off the bed before untying the rope and catching Monique in her arms.

Helen lay her down, Monique’s head touching the nearest pillow. Helen continued to hover over her, her clothing coming off as Monique prepared to be taken one last time that day.

“Are you ready for me?” Helen eased Monique’s legs open again and waited between them. “If nothing else, I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Her long and mesmerizing body reached for the nightstand. Monique couldn’t take her eyes off those languid, womanly movements that brought so much erotic attention to the dip of Helen’s strong hips, the natural and enticing hang of her breasts, and the dark blond hair thatwrapped around a face burdened with a Mistress’s heavy-lidded eyes.I can hardly take any more…Yet Monique said nothing, least of all her safe word, as Helen unearthed a toy that didn’t just bring a woman likeMoniquepleasure. Helen lightly licked the smaller nub destined for her own body before giving her sub the sight of the century as she slowly inserted it into herself. The flash of hunger in her icy, burning eyes brought a renewed desire to Monique’s tired body.I want more…

Helen slammed her hands onto the bed, surrounding Monique like an arctic beast who was either on the verge of owning her… or consuming her. Although Helen did not immediately thrust into Monique, she lowered her lips and lightly kissed her partner’s cheek. More kisses meandered down Monique’s throat and then back up the other side.

“Don’t tell me I wore you out already.”

Monique wrapped her arms around Helen’s shoulders and brought her closer, their lips melding together until she had to answer again. “Never,” she mumbled against her Mistress’s mouth. “I always want you again.”

“Good.” With that, Helen entered her, lips taking over Monique’s once more.

Although she was not tied up, bound, or otherwise immobilized, Monique still felt the crushing weight of Helen’s body on top of her. Muscles moved beneath her grasp as Helen thrust into her, groans of pleasure echoing between Monique’s ear and the pillow. There was no pain, aside from the ache in her thighs. All Monique was aware of in those moments was her body, Helen’s, and the bed they made love on.

I feel so liberated. Helen held her down, and yet it was for a union of their hearts and minds, not just their bodies. Truly, they couldn't achieve this sensation on their own. Monique needed her as much as Helen neededher. They kissed as if Helen wereso famished that Monique was the only vessel for replenishing her spirit.I can barely stand it.

Helen’s thrusts became more powerful the more she overtook Monique. Her shadow dominated the world, Monique’s nose buried in her Mistress’s scent and her legs locked around hips made for dominating her.We fit so perfectly together. The more they made love, the easier it became for Monique to take someone new into her body and not have to think about the consequences of giving her heart away.