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She was back on her knees while her Domme took a drink of bourbon and studied Monique’s form. It was the look of a woman in love… and a woman plotting her next move.

“Are you here to serve me?”

Did she doubt her? “Yes, Mistress. Command me.”

“Make me come using nothing but your hands. I want to look into your eyes.”

Monique was about to lunge forward when a thought occurred to her. “What…?”

“Use your imagination.” Helen smiled into her drink. “Make it good and I’ll reward you.”

Music to her eager ears. Monique spared a thankful glance before pushing her Mistress’s legs apart in the chair and readily pulling on her silk underwear.

Surprisingly, this was almost more intimate than her kisses from before. Monique couldn’t close her eyes and bury her face in Helen’s lap. She couldn’t randomly decide when to look up and bat her eyelashes. No, like this, with her body in front of Helen and her head held high, Monique’s only option was to stroke her while they looked into one another’s eyes.

They didn’t say a word. Why bother, when everything was expressed in Monique’s clear eyes and the twitches in Helen’s lips?I give her this, she gives me that. The quicker and more intense Monique’s strokes became, the more Helen leaned forward, her lips coming for hers as they kissed with the invigorated passion of two women about to lose the last of their senses.

Helen stiffened. Wetness lined Monique’s fingers. Her lips relaxed against Helen’s as one incited the other to keep up the good work. Yet Helen’s kisses were more sporadic. She wouldn’t last much longer – not with her breath sharp in her nostrils and her hand encircling Monique’s throat, tight.

“Do you want it? Do you?” Her voice was like a wave crashing into Monique’s consciousness. “Take however much you want on your hand. Drown in me, Princess.”

Monique didn’t have much choice. For when the last of Helen’s words hit the air, she groaned, hard, the first of her orgasm capsizing Monique’s hand as she refused to save her skin from the hot and intense revelry overcoming her.Get me all wet. Wet with you.Monique would willingly prostrate herself in front of her Mistress and bathe herself with what came from one woman’s depths.If I can make her wet enough for us both, I’ve done my job.

Helen did not relent. Just as her grip around Monique’s throat tightened, she thrust forward again, Monique’s hand and wrist now covered in a heat she could barely anticipate.

Although she expected Helen to fall back in the chair and relax, she remained forward, both hands in her girlfriend’s hair to keep it from getting sullied. “Did you like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.” How could Monique not like the feeling of her Domme’s pleasure all over her dominant hand?

“You like it when I share myself with you, don’t you?”

Monique blushed. “Yes. I like the idea of you owning my body. Even if just one part of my body.” Her hand was certainly marked asProperty of Helen Warnernow.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Helen’s thumb rubbed her girlfriend’s lip.

She couldn’t answer. Not without blushing more and possibly embarrassing herself… or was that even possible in front of Helen anymore?

“You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me.”

Monique lifted her gaze toward her Mistress. “Very much so.”

Her hand left Monique's hair and caressed her chin. “Why don’t you go clean up? I’ll give you a sweet reward when you get back.”

A kiss on her forehead sent Monique to the bathroom.This is almost too much. Monique wanted Helen to claim her over and over. Inside her body, outside… she was right when she figured that her girlfriend wanted it. Nothing made her happier than knowing her Domme was pleased with her performance.

If Helen desired to come on her every time they had sex, Monique would rarely say no. As long as she could give her other things as well.

Helen stood in the middle of the bedroom facing the bathroom door, her skirt still unzipped but her face no longer flushed from climax. Still, she looked a bit tired.I’m almost disappointed. Almost. Because Monique knew Helen was a woman who could be ready again.

“Do you still wish to serve me, Monique?”

Cold tingles pricked her skin. The kind the fireplace could not counteract. “Of course.”

“Then come take care of me.”

She went to Helen, whose arms embraced Monique as she kissed her lips with enough passion to knock her over. Monique did not fold. Nor did she sigh against Helen’s mouth when she pulled her bra down and brushed a thumb against her nipple. This wasn’t about her. This was about Monique and – well, okay, so it was about Helen too.What I get out of it being about her.

The sub took care of her Domme, beginning with removing her sweater and folding it over the back of the chair. Helen’s fingers combed through her own hair until Monique turned around and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse.