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“I’m…” The words couldn’t come out. Orgasm was hitting Monique hard, tingling in her toes before erupting through the rest of her. She tightened around Helen’s strap-on.Please come with me.She yearned to feel that sensation within her as she soared through pleasure and took solace in knowing that she fully belonged to this wonderful woman.

Sheexploded.

“I’m coming, Mistress!”

Helen slammed into her with sheer brute strength, her powerful hips bruising Monique’s thighs. She didn’t care. This was it. This was the height of pleasure with a woman like Helen. The only thing missing was…

Helen groaned, relieved and exhausted.

Her gift arrived now, catching Monique as she began her descent from nirvana.Oh God, it feels so good.Each thrust brought with it a new wave of heat that made Monique want to do nothing else with the rest of her life but experience this exact moment.

One, two, three… four quick thrusts marked her so deeply that Monique forgot who she was.I’m hers…She had been so absorbed into the moment that she didn’t even notice how Helen had triggered the toy. All she knew was that it felt unlike anything she had experienced with another woman before.

“No, don’t, please…” Helen was pulling out, the opening where her extension once was now releasing everything she had gifted her sub. “Helen, stay like that. With me.”Kiss me, Mistress.

Somehow, she doubted Helen would clean this up.

Sure enough, Helen eased down Monique’s legs, but kept them apart so the two of them could enjoy the intimacy blooming between them. Helen teased her sub with kisses as she grabbed the body paintbrush and drew large swathes of black across Monique’s thighs.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Helen bent down and licked Monique’s chest. “I wanted to draw that out, but I couldn’t the moment I was inside of you. I had no choice but to give it to you hard. The looks you gave me… I’ll never forget them.”

“Thank you.” A shudder relieved Monique of more strength. “But, ma’am…”

“What is it?”

“May I have one more?” She wanted Helen to magically get ready for one last round. Just like that. Or maybe from behind. Monique’s corset had been profaned, thanks to Helen, so everything was extra now.

After a few moments, Helen finally spoke. “You may have one more… but you’ll have to please me indefinitely to get me ready.”

Slowly, Monique rolled onto her side, her muscles aching but her heart on fire. Helen could do anything she wanted.Tonight, tomorrow, forever… whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Those thoughts surged in Monique as she felt her used body.I’m soiled all over.Between the paint and the marks of her Mistress’s own body, anyone looking at her right now would know how impure she was.

Granted, she was impure when she first met Helen Warner, but this was her way of telling the world how she had made sure Monique Grant was wonderfully unclean.

Helen cupped her hand around Monique’s ass. “Look at you,” she whispered. How was she not passed out by now? Few women could last as long as she had. Three orgasms? In a row?I wouldn’t be able to do it.Monique had one so far. Given to herby her Mistress, who had already taken her pleasure more times than most women could even dream about.

Monique felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Look at you,” Helen said again. Her fingers dipped lightly between wet folds and stroked Monique’s swollen clit. She wrenched away from her Mistress, trembling. “You belong to me, Monique. You know that, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Helen’s fingers, covered in the delectable mixture of their bodies, pushed into the corner of Monique’s mouth. Sweet, salty.

She kissed Monique’s neck, legs wrapping between hers and the strap-on digging into the small of her back. Helen’s desire for her had not abated. “You’re all mine from now on. No other person can have you as long as you wear my collar.” Helen’s teeth were on her ear, tongue exploring its depths. “And you’ll wear it, always.”

“Of course.” It was a part of her now. A sub without a collar was like a woman without air.

“Then will you give every part of yourself to me, Monique?’ Helen squeezed her breasts, still stained and marred. “Will you let me have and take whatever I want?” She pinched Monique’s nipples, hard, muffling her scream in the pillow. “Will you let me take you to that place I’ve yet to see you go?”

Helen rubbed Monique’s thighs and ran a finger up the length of her ass. Monique knew. She knew what Helen wanted from her, and what deep, dark, and blissful place she was going to take her permanent, collared submissive.

Chapter 28

Subspace

“Yes!” Monique’s knees jerked forward, handcuffs clanging against the headboard. “Please, again!”

Helen’s hand landed on her ass, hard, making her skin scream and her flesh cry for mercy. Except Monique didn’t want mercy. She wanted her Domme to push her as far as she could go. She wanted to see the hot, white streaks of light behind her eyelids. She wanted to feel Helen’s love for her manifest in the way that brought her pleasurable pain.