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She resumed, drawing one long stroke after another along the fabric she picked out for her submissive partner. Monique closed her eyes again and enjoyed the moment – until her arousal became too much for her to contain.

“That was quick,” Helen said. “You didn’t waste time showing me this side of you.”

The air grew warm as Helen went to the paints on the dresser. She picked up the brush and dipped the tip into the purple paint.

“Hold still.”

Monique listened, watching Helen kneel between her legs again. The brush dotted Monique’s slit. Her first mark.

She quickly caught on to the game.

“Tell me, Princess, do you yearn for me?”

Although she didn’t request it, Monique kept her legs spread open, high heels digging into the carpet beneath the bench she displayed herself upon. “Yes, Ms. Warner. I would very much like for you to make love to me now.” She knew she wouldn’t.

“I bet you would like that.”

Helen sat on the open space between Monique’s legs and untied the strings on the bust of her corset. Monique descended into her own imagination as her Domme undressed her breasts, fingers rolling across her areolas and making her whimper. When Helen’s tongue flicked against one nipple, Monique released a sound that redefined how she viewed her own body.

“The heat between your legs right now is incredible,” Helen muttered, pinching both nipples. “I’m desperate for you, Monique. Do you know what that means?”

“That it’s time for you to claim the first part of me, ma'am.”

“You are correct.” Helen tightened the corset beneath Monique’s breasts. “I think we’re both ready.”

She straddled Monique’s stomach, the short height of the bench no match for Helen’s. Monique held her breath for what she knew was coming, but Helen surprised her by bending down and kissing her on the lips.

As they kissed, Monique daring to show her just as much desire, Helen’s hips gently swirled on her submissive’s stomach, easing upward toward her breasts.I want anything you’re offering me, Ms. Warner.The more Helen grinded against her, the more Monique moaned against her Mistress’s lips andstrained against the handcuffs in the hopes she could wrap her arms around the woman she loved more than anyone else.

Instead, Helen sat up and raised her silvery skirt above her hips. She was not wearing any underwear.

“Did I forget to say that I want to hear your voice tonight?” Helen pinched Monique’s nipples again.Don’t stop. Bite me and clamp me, Mistress.“I want to hear you beg for everything I give you.”

Oh, she could do that. There was little Helen could do to turn her off.I want whatever you give me, Mistress.“Please.”

The heat of Helen’s pussy was soon on Monique’s skin, but she did not commit to anything more than taunting the woman attempting to arch her back and touch nirvana. “Please what, Monique? You know I like what you have to say.”

Whimpers transformed into moans. “Please, use me. Rub yourself on me, Mistress.”

Her pussy, sweet and warm, brushed against both of Monique’s breasts as Helen’s heels maintained her balance against the carpet beneath the bench. “Fuck you until what?”

“Until you come, ma'am.”

“Why?”

Monique looked between the scene happening near her face and the unsated desire in Helen’s eyes. “Because I want you to claim me there.”

“Since you asked so sweetly…”

Monique dropped her head to the bench, her hair spilling over the edge in a cascade of silver-spotted black. Her Domme held her down by the shoulders, her hips moving with ease.Should I beg for it?Monique wasn’t opposed to most things, especially in this frame of mind, but she never thought she’d be on the receiving end of another woman riding her breasts.

Yet somehow Helen made it exceptionally erotic. Perhaps it was the way her strength pressed down, immobilizing Monique.Or perhaps it was the slick and guttural heat that left traces of Helen’s desires all over her submissive’s tender breasts.Perhaps… Whatever it was, Monique looked into Helen’s burning blue eyes. She did not miss when her nipples hardened, no pinching required.

She wanted this. She would let her Mistress know.

“Don’t stop,” Monique whispered, her breasts providing the most resistance against Helen’s rocking hips.She’s doing it right if I’m turned on by my own breasts. And turned on by the way her Mistress’s pussy rubbed against them, her thighs cutting through the air with purpose. “Please, Helen, I want this.”

She didn’t speak, although Monique’s words made her groan louder, her body stiffening in excitement and her heat peaking in intensity. Monique’s whole chest moved against the bench, the handcuffs clattering together and her heels easing back and forth against the carpet. The bottom of the corset pulled against her slit, rubbing her clit beneath.