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Thoughts of Kaia weighed down my head throughout dinner.

Or specifically, thoughts of us and the past that I kept from Monroe.

I tested out numerous scenarios in my head, trying to figure out which one would explain the situation better.

It's hard to just randomly say, hey so we fucked numerous times, but like we're genuinely friends.

I needed to tell Monroe in the smoothest way.

The first step was buttering her up.

I need to put her in a good mood so what I have to say sits a little lighter with her, and I knew exactly how to do that.

After sex seems like the best route, especially since Monroe feels so much easier to talk to.

It's hard because I can never tell what's going on in her head—her thoughts never slip through her expression.

Sometimes she'll even seem calm when she's far from it.

"This is it?" I asked, my brows raised as she halted in front of the tall black gates.

Monroe hummed in response, rolling down her tinted window to punch a specific code in on the keypad.

Then the gates slowly rolled open, allowing her to drive past onto the property.

The one-story house was modern—with sleek wood and crisp glass walls.

It was directly on the beach, probably having the most insane views from inside.

"Is this yours?" I curiously asked as she parked in the curved driveway directly in front of the house.

I didn't put it past her to own numerous houses.

"No," Monroe said, unbuckling her seatbelt, "I know the owner that rents these houses out."

I nodded a few times as I unbuckled my seatbelt, feeling like that sounded normal.

Until I registered that she knew the owner.

Then it didn't sound normal.

I opened my car door when she opened her own, stepping out of the car as she slid out of her seat and walked to the trunk.

Monroe grabbed her silver suitcase first, grabbing mine next to roll alongside as we walked toward the front door.

There was another code she had to punch in on the door handle—one I couldn't see as I stood behind her waiting.

Inside, the house smelt new.

I wondered if it was a newer construction since a lot of the others next to it looked similar.

Almost like the owner bought out this strip purely for vacation homes.

I glanced around as Monroe flicked the lights on.

The modern kitchen had the same wooden counters as the wood on the exterior, contrasting the dark black cabinets.

The living room was straight ahead with a dark grey sectional and a furry dark rug, situated beside one of the tall glass walls holding the view of the dark beach.

I glanced forward, walking behind Monroe down the hallway that led to a large master bedroom.

The bed looked bigger than any king bed I had seen, having the perfect view through the tall glass wall to the side.

The ceilings were vaulted and the lights Monroe turned on were dim, making the room feel even more comfortable.

I followed her as she pushed our suitcases over to the end of the bed—but instead, I decided to sit on the side of the bed, the mattress soft beneath me.

"This is really cute," I said with a small smile, her heels clicking as she walked over to me.

I spread my legs a little, allowing her room to stand between them.

"I really like this bed," I subtly added.

Monroe hummed, staring down at me as I tilted my head further back, "Only the bed?" she asked.

"Yeah," I whispered, resting my hands behind me on the soft mattress so I could lean back, "I think I would let someone do anything to me on this kind of bed."

Monroe's eyes trailed my face for a moment, a tense silence growing between us.

And I almost wondered if she thought I was trying too hard.

If she knew I was trying to have sex for my own reasons.

"I think you would let me do anything to you regardless," Monroe suddenly said, reaching for my chin to tilt my head back further.

I felt my face burn up at her words and actions, her grip firm on my chin, "You can do anything right now," I offered, even if it felt like I was degrading myself so fucking badly.

Her unamused expression really didn't help either.

"That's not how this works," Monroe softly murmured, tilting her head at me, "You don't say it, you beg, Liberty."

I drew in a deep breath at her words, feeling the warmth around me grow, especially in my lower stomach.

I stood from the bed before I could think it through, causing her to let go of my chin and take a step back from me.

I lowered down before her, the coldness of the floor pressed under my legs.

I rested my hands on my lap, folding my legs under me as I stared up at her.

Monroe was silent, waiting patiently for me to do as I was told.

"Please," I said, my voice soft between us, "Please do anything to me."

My face burned—better yet, my entire body did, registering the pathetic words leaving my mouth.

But she seemed to approve, which somehow outweighed the degradation of this.

Her approval always felt like a band-aid on a fresh cut, stopping the bleeding and making me forget I was cut in the first place.

"You can do better," Monroe determined, taking three calm steps back as she said—

"Crawl to me, Liberty."

I drew in a deep breath at her demands, my stomach twisting in knots at her demand.

My body reacted before my brain could catch up, pressing my hands against the cold floor.

Then I did just as she wanted.

I crawled to her.

"Slower," Monroe said, taking two more steps back, "Beg, Liberty."

I slowed down my motions immediately, my face growing warmer from her new demands.

"Please do anything to me," I whispered shyly, feeling beyond humiliated in front of her.

Monroe remained silent as I stopped by her shiny stilettos, staring up at her with nothing but anticipation.

Her expression was neutral, unreadable.

I unconsciously held my breath when she lowered down closer to me.

But only to cup my cheek in her hand, her blue eyes burning into mine.

"You're a very good girl, Liberty," she whispered so softly, making my heart nearly stall in my chest at her praise.

And the softness of her touch against my cheek.

"Thank you," I unconsciously said, unsure what I was thanking her for—it just felt right.

I needed to thank her.

"You're welcome, Liberty," Monroe murmured, her eyes trailing my face for a moment, "Now this is what I want you to do for me."

"Anything," I quickly whispered, leaning into her touch.

Monroe hummed, caressing her thumb against my cheek, "You're going to undress for me, Liberty, very slowly," she carefully instructed, her stare never once wavering from mine, "Then you're going to lay on the bed," she whispered so softly, her voice velvety and intoxicating, "I'll tie your wrists and blindfold your beautiful eyes."

My stare unconsciously shifted to her lips when she leaned in closer to me, her familiar sweet scent swirling around me.

"Then I'm going to play with you, Liberty."

I remained silent, unconsciously pressing my thighs tighter together as a warmth oozed in my lower stomach.

"For as long as I please," Monroe clarified, suddenly pulling back from me to rise back up to her full height, snapping me from my daze, "It could be minutes, maybe hours. Can you take that for me Liberty?"

I nodded before I even had time to think it through, much less register her words.

"I can," I spoke when she raised a brow.

"Good girl," she murmured, making my heart strike in my chest at her praise, "Get undressed," she said, motioning me to stand up.

I immediately lifted from my folded legs, standing from the floor as she extended her hand to help.

My heels clicked softly against the soft wood floors as I stood fully, reaching down to undo them.

"Save those for last," Monroe calmly instructed, making me rise back up to my full height as I nodded a few times.

Then I reached for the back of my dress instead, unzipping it at the slowest pace possible.

My body burned with anticipation, my heart pounding harshly in my ears as her stare burned into me.

The red material slowly grew loose on me, reaching for my sleeves to slowly guide down each of my arms.

Monroe's precise stare didn't waver from my body as she silently watched me—the dress falling to my ankles and leaving me in nothing but the black lace I wore for her.

"Perfect, Liberty," Monroe murmured, her eyes trailing my body, "You're doing perfect for me."

Her words made the warmth in my lower stomach grow, reaching behind me to slowly unhook my bra and slide it down my arms.

The material fell to the floor where my discarded dress was—reaching for my underwear.

I took as long as I could, messing with the straps as her blue eyes carefully watched me.

Her stare followed my motions as I slid my underwear down my smooth legs, stepping out of the lacy material and dropping it in the pile of my clothes.

"Can I take off my heels now?" I whispered, standing entirely bare in front of her as I fought the urge to cover myself with my arms.

"You may," she said, glancing up from my body to meet my stare, "Turn around."

My face grew even fucking warmer as I processed her words, slowly turning away from her.

"Bend down, Liberty," Monroe softly murmured, her voice sending shivers down my spine, "I know you're flexible."

I clenched my jaw when a pulse struck between my thighs, bending down just as she instructed and undoing my heels.

I could feel the cold air breeze against my core along with the weight of her stare, making me feel even more fucking degraded and exposed.

Especially as she stood fully clothed.

"Take your time darling," she suddenly said as I stepped down from my first heel, "There's no rush."

I drew in a deep breath, slowing down my motions as her stare burned into my naked body.

And my exposed core already slicked with wetness for her.

"Good girl," Monroe praised me as I stepped down from my other heel, rising back to my full height, "Go sit on the bed for me."

I immediately walked past my heels toward the bed, sitting down on the soft mattress.

Monroe walked over to her suitcase, calmly unzipping it open as I waited in anticipation.

Within seconds she had leaned away from the open suitcase, walking toward me with a black silky material in her hands.

"Close your eyes," Monroe instructed as she stopped before me.

I listened immediately, my eyes fluttering shut as she lifted the silky blindfold to my eyes.

Her touch was soft against me, wrapping the soft material over my eyes and tying it at the back of my head.

Darkness surrounded me, feeling her touch against my wrists as she guided them above my head.

I remained still for her as she tied the silky material around my wrists—except this knot felt more meticulous.

It took her a few more seconds, securing my wrists tightly together in place.

I couldn't pull them away if I tried.

The softness of the bed against my back came next, Monroe guiding me to lay down fully.

"Do we think we can be still tonight, Liberty?" Monroe asked me, her voice echoing from above.

"Yes," I whispered, even if I was unsure what she had planned.

Or if I would be able to keep still on my own.

The last thing I wanted was a punishment.

I also needed to get her in a good mood...

I honestly forgot the objective there for a moment.

"No," I suddenly corrected myself, pursing my lips awkwardly together.

"Good girl," she murmured as I listened intently to her voice, "Honesty is key, Liberty."

I nodded, her approval nearly buzzing through my veins and making me feel proud of my honesty.

Even if I ended up restrained just as I was in that hotel room—my ankles bound and the familiar soft silicone behind my neck, holding my legs open for her.

"I'll be back, Liberty," I heard Monroe's soft voice echo, making nervous knots tie in my stomach.

Especially as I listened to her heels click distantly, a brief silence settling before her heels clicked against the floors again.

Only further and further away, leaving me alone in the bedroom.

My wrists and ankles were entirely restrained, my eyes blindfolded to prevent me from seeing anything.

It left me on edge.

Waiting so exposed and wide open for her was almost like torture.

I feel like she knows that.

Knowing her, she definitely does.

She wanted to make me wait.

To the point where I lost count of the seconds, listening intently for when she would enter the bedroom again.

I swear as soon as I heard her heels clicking against the floors again, I nearly let out the biggest relieved breath.

"Monroe," I unconsciously said, feeling so overwhelmed by the darkness around me.

And the fact that I couldn't see her.

"I'm right here, Liberty," her voice flooded in around me again, making me feel a little better, "I'm back now."

I let out a deep breath at her reassuring words, feeling my body slowly relax.

"Tell me your safe word," she calmly instructed, her voice echoing in my ears.

"Yellow," I didn't hesitate to say, immediately listening to her.

"Good girl," Monroe said, and that's when I felt the softness of her touch wrapped around my waist, giving me a gentle squeeze, "You don't say stop or no. You say yellow, Liberty."

"I know," I whispered, drawing in a deep breath as I anticipated what would come next.

It was silent for a few brief moments, her touch caressing my waist and soothing my nerves.

Even if I was restrained in such an open position for her.

But the softness of her touch managed to make me relax—keeping me grounded.

I suddenly gasped, a whimper burning in my throat as soon as I felt a warm sting trickling down my chest.

"Good, Liberty," I heard her softly murmur.

My body jerked up, a whine tearing from my parted lips when I felt the warm sting against my hardened nipple next.

It burned so fucking bad.

"Monroe-Monroe," I quickly rushed out, jerking again when the same sting burned against my other nipple.

"You're doing good for me, Liberty," she praised me as more stinging trickled down my stomach.

I squeezed my eyes closed, gasping for air as I tried not to fight against my restraints.

A moan burned in my throat, feeling the softness of her fingertips smear the warmth around my hardened nipple.

"There you go," she encouraged me when I arched my chest into her touch, her fingers trailing over to my other nipple and smearing more of the velvety warmth around it.

Suddenly, it all felt so fucking good.

I was almost hyper-aware of her touch with the blindfold over my eyes.

Her fingers were soft against me, rubbing down my stomach against the line of warmth.

I completely relaxed again.

Until I felt a sharp coldness in place of the previous warmth, the wetness making goosebumps prickle on my skin.

An ice cube.

It contrasted the previous burning that stung my skin.

And in the worst way.

I felt so much more sensitive under the coldness of the ice cube, whimpering and whining under her touch.

"Monroe," I gasped when I felt the stinging heat trickle against my nipple again, contrasting the previous coldness.

"You're doing perfect for me darling," she murmured softly as I gasped again, feeling a sharp sting against my other nipple.

It was like a cycle.

The burning warmth trickling down against my skin, smearing her fingers over me, and then running the ice cube over my sensitive skin.

It grew unbearable.

Especially when it felt never-ending.

My whimpers echoed louder, my moans more drawn out, trembling underneath her as I let her do as she pleased.

But at some point, I just couldn't anymore.

I couldn't fucking take it.

My pleas were unconscious and almost incoherent as she began going faster, spilling the stinging heat against my nipples and running an ice cube over them.

Cries escaped my lips as she focused purely on my nipples, her smooth voice echoing around me as she praised me for being so good for her.

My body was fully trembling by the time her touch stalled against me, my breathing shallow as I tried to relax against the bed.

I was unsure how long it had been—it felt like an endless amount of fucking minutes.

She was serious when she mentioned she would play with me for hours.

I jerked up with a whine, feeling the rough coldness of the ice cube against my clit.

I drew in a series of deep breaths, squeezing my eyes tighter shut.

"I can't-I can't," I forced out, unsure if I could take the sensation against my clit too.

Monroe didn't say anything for once, and I couldn't help but tense again when I felt something warm against my clit.

But this sensation didn't sting.

A moan burned in my throat, registering the softness of her tongue against me.

"Oh my god," I breathed out, arching my hips into her touch.

Her warm tongue moved faster against my clit, making my head grow dizzy from the intense sensation alone.

This is all I wanted.

She could do this for as long as she wanted.

"Don't stop," I moaned, my words breathless and needy as she slowed her pace down, wrapping her lips around my clit and softly sucking down.

I moaned even deeper, feeling myself grow wetter as her warm saliva dripped down my folds.

"Liberty," I heard her murmur.

I felt her words too, the vibrations stimulating my core even more.

"You taste incredible," I heard her softly whisper, making everything grow fuzzy around me.

Her words struck me deeper, my face burning up at her compliment.

Until I felt the coldness of the ice cube against my clit again.

A whine burned in my throat, arching away as she drew quick circles around my clit.

Moans and whimpers vibrated in my throat, unable to stop myself from tugging at the restraints.

Especially when the coldness began to burn.

"Monroe," I forced out, my chest rising and falling with each breath, "It's too much please."

"You can handle it, Liberty," she calmly said, pressing the ice cube firmer against me as she quickened her pace.

My breathing grew more rampant, moaning and whining as I remained entirely open to her touch.

It felt like seconds turned to minutes, squeezing every muscle in my body when the coldness grew more intense against my clit.

Monroe didn't stop.

Not until the ice cube melted, leaving me sore and trembling under her touch.

But god, did it feel so worth it when she pressed her mouth back to my clit.

It was an indescribable warmth—her tongue tracing my clit in the best way.

I didn't care how badly my legs trembled or my core ached.

I only basked in the way she sucked and flicked my clit with her tongue, my back curving up as I arched into her.

"Monroe—yes, oh my god," I moaned out, tugging at my restraints as I quickly shot up to my peak.

I gasped rapidly when I felt the coldness of the ice again.

But at my entrance instead, her fingers sliding past my folds as she thrusted into me.

Her tongue didn't stop against my clit, sucking even more against me as she flicked her tongue faster.

There was so much going on, that my brain couldn't fucking keep up.

"Monroe-Monroe," I gasped out, my shaky voice echoing around us as she slid in and out of me with the ice that was quickly melting against my warmth.

It made me wetter.

Everything combined did—her saliva, the ice, and how turned on I fucking was.

A sharp whimper echoed from my lips as soon as I hit my peak, moaning as I jerked underneath her.

But Monroe didn't stop, she continued sucking and licking my clit—spreading her fingers inside of me.

"I can't—Monroe," I cried out, breathing heavily as my entire body trembled under her.

She only hummed against me, curling her fingers into my spot and making me strain to arch even more.

I was pushed into my second orgasm quicker than I could process it, digging my nails into my hands as she continued circling her tongue around my clit.

But even as I came down from my second orgasm, she continued—pushing me further and further.

Tears burned in my eyes as pain shot through my tightened muscles, feeling beyond overstimulated.

My cries were soft, my sniffles echoing in my ears as I tried to take it for her.

I couldn't even process that I was crying—not with how overwhelmed I felt.

"Liberty," Monroe suddenly murmured against me, her thrusts halting as she carefully slid out of me.

I sniffled, unable to hold back my soft sobs, "Yes?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Do you want mommy to stop?" she asked, her voice softened between us.

"Yes-yes please," I forced out, breaking down into louder sobs.

Monroe pulled away from me immediately, and that's when I felt her soft touch against my ankles, undoing the restraints one by one.

My legs trembled as she carefully guided the silicone tether from behind my neck, letting my legs down.

"There we go, Liberty," she softly whispered, "You're doing so good for me."

I forced a hum, warm tears running down my face and tickling my skin as she undid the silky material holding my wrists together.

My sore arms collapsed on the bed beside me, making me draw in deep breaths as I tried to fight the pain.

"There's my beautiful girl," Monroe murmured as she undid the blindfold, allowing my puffy eyes to open and meet hers.

That's when my cries suddenly grew uncontrollable, reaching my sore arms out for her.

Monroe leaned down to me immediately, "Everything is okay, Liberty," she soothed me as I wrapped my arms around her torso and buried my face in her chest.

Monroe ran her hand behind my head, guiding me to sit up from the bed as I hugged myself even tighter to her.

It was silent as she caressed the back of my head, soothing me with reassuring words.

Seconds turned into minutes—my crying slowly dying off as the overwhelming feeling faded.

Her body was warm against mine, and I suddenly processed her familiar scent with each inhale I took.

Eventually, my uncontrollable crying faded into soft sniffles, relaxing against her body.

After a few more silent moments between us, Monroe slid off her heels, pulling away to prepare me a bath that she insisted on.

That's when I registered the dried white wax all over my body, now realizing that's what burned against me.

It was also all over Monroe's black blouse from hugging her, but that seemed to be the last thing she cared about.

I waited on the edge of the bed as I heard her turn on the bath, the loud water echoing in the attached bathroom.

I kept my arms folded around my bare body, staring forward expressionlessly with dried tears on my cheeks.

I didn't have the energy for anything—barely even to walk.

Luckily, Monroe carried me to the bathroom so I didn't have to endure the pain of my sore legs.

I only had to stand to get in the tub, which she helped me do—guiding me to sit down.

I folded my knees to my chest and stared forward, letting the water rise around me with the soapy bubbles growing.

Monroe grabbed me water and Tylenol to take.

She also grabbed my toiletries bag which had my hair products and body wash.

Even as Monroe turned the warm water off, I kept my knees folded to my chest, zoning out into the wall in front of me.

I felt like I was going through the motions.

Like everything was blurred around me.

It was weird and... off-putting.

But Monroe handled everything, kneeling by the tub as she wet my hair and lathered in shampoo.

She brushed my wet soapy hair before lathering more shampoo at my roots, making my eyes flutter closed as I let out a deep sigh.

She gently scratched her short nails against my scalp, cleaning my hair from root to end before guiding me to lay back in the tub.

Then she ran her fingers through my hair, rinsing the shampoo out thoroughly.

After that, she moved onto conditioner, running the product through the ends of my hair and letting it sit.

I kept my eyes closed as she washed my face with the cleanser—relaxing further under her delicate touch as she turned the tub on again and carefully cleaned my face.

After she rinsed out my conditioner, she washed my body for me—very thoroughly, given the wax on my skin.

Then she drained the tub, helping me stand on my sore legs again.

I tried not to get any water on her, but she didn't seem to care either way.

She was more focused on helping me dry off and apply my lotion.

Then she pulled one of her white t-shirts over my head, letting it fall to my mid-thigh.

She gently brushed my hair out next, brushing the strands back and out of my face.

As she did that, I brushed my teeth before she did it for me, wanting to be in bed as soon as possible.

My entire objective of the night felt foggy in my head, especially when I slid into bed and Monroe tucked me in under the thick covers.

I had to force myself to focus on the real priority, having time with my thoughts when Monroe went to shower.

I contemplated more ideas and scenarios of how I would bring up this Kaia topic, listening to the gentle flow of the shower.

Until it eventually halted, making nervous knots tie in my stomach.

Maybe I shouldn't tell her.

It doesn't feel like the most necessary thing.

No-no, this is the perfect time.

She's buttered up and in a good mood.

Now is the time.

I unconsciously glanced over when I heard her soft steps patter into the room, wearing silky grey pajama pants and a matching button-down shirt.

Her hair was braided out of her face that her bangs framed, her skin nearly glowing under the dim lighting.

"You're still awake," she observed with furrowed brows, walking around the bed to slide in on the other side, "Is everything okay, Liberty?"

I nodded a few times, "Yes," I whispered, inhaling her sweet scent gathered around me, along with the detergent from her t-shirt.

She remained sitting up in bed, the side of her body pressed against mine as she reached up to gently caress her hand against my face.

"Tell me what's on your mind darling," Monroe murmured, already knowing something was weighing my head down despite my previous words.

She always reads me so fucking well.

Too well.

"Nothing really," I sighed, relaxing under her soft touch against my cheek, "I was just... thinking."

"Go on," she calmly encouraged me, trailing her fingers along my jawline.

I drew in a deep breath, glancing over to meet her blue eyes already pinned on me as she analyzed every inch of my face.

It suddenly made me feel more nervous, trying to find the courage to say something.

Anything.

Monroe didn't rush me, she didn't say another word.

She just waited patiently for me to speak again.

And as I finally parted my lips with one idea in mind, I wondered if this would work out as I planned.

I didn't have the best expectations.