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8. Monique

Chapter 8

Monique

“ D id you hear that?”

Helen sat up, three chains hanging from her hands. Monique was halfway tied up, her arms hooked behind her back and her ankles twisting to gain purchase on the bed.

“No,” Helen said, going back to strapping up her fiancée. “What was it?”

Monique shifted on her legs, trying to reclaim the tenderness she felt only a few moments ago when Helen started tying her arms behind her back. The chains Monique packed in her suitcase were her favorite for traveling. They fit nicely into any nook and cranny, and airport security didn’t think “kinky” at first glance. No, that judgment was saved for whatever sex toy or vibrator she managed to get in there. Or handcuffs. Handcuffs were great for trips in the car, no matter where they were in the world. Pretty soon she’ll have Topped me on every continent. That included Antarctica.

“I thought I heard some moaning.” Monique quickly went back on her words. “I mean… not the fun kind. The creepy kind.”

Helen tugged on the chains. They were loose enough around Monique’s wrists that she could release herself from them at will… but why would she? A woman like her preferred the pressure of, ‘ You belong to me, and I get to do whatever I want to you.’ When Helen laid her down on the bed, straddling her hips as she removed her dress, Monique swooned.

“I think this place might be haunted.”

The sweaterdress Helen wore that day dangled from her hand. For a woman about to toss it over the side of the bed, she now looked like she didn’t know what to do with it.

“That’s a bold statement,” she said. “What gives you that idea?”

“Ooooh.”

“There it is again.” Monique craned her head toward the bedroom door. “It’s a ghost.”

“Either that or my sister thinks she’s cute… again.”

“Now, Helen.”

“She was rough on Halloween.”

Monique rolled her eyes. Eve, with one too many drinks in her system that Halloween, came home with the bright idea to throw a sheet over her head and wander around her sister’s wing of the manor making ghost noises. Helen was so weirded out by it that when she erupted from her chambers the door went right into her sister’s face and nearly broke her nose. At least it sobered her up.

“Let’s not talk about your sister right now.”

Helen planted both hands on either side of Monique’s head, lowering her nose until they both touched.

“I did the right thing dragging her up here, right?”

The hell did I just say? They weren’t having a role-play scene, but Monique didn’t dare talk back to her Domme when they were making love. Ruined the fantasy for her and Helen.

“I think you did what was best for your family,” she said. “She’s been stressed out lately. I never went to grad school, but I can imagine it being tough, especially since she seems to take it seriously.” Most of their fellow millionaires and billionaires went to grad school as a matter of course and scooted by with the bare minimum of effort and donations. Not Eve. She was determined to get good feedback so she could prove to her sister that she was ready to take on responsibilities in the family business. But this meant the clashing of a dominant, no-nonsense personality with the rigid world of graduate business school.

“So, I did the right thing making her disconnect for a weekend?”

“You did the right thing.” Monique winced as a chain dug into her wrist. “Now, dear, I would greatly appreciate it if we could continue. I’m about to turn into a pumpkin.”

Helen nipped her lips. “It’s barely ten-thirty.”

“By the time we’re finished, it will be the midnight hour.” Helen’s ability to go again and again was incomparable. Especially when compared to the other Dommes in the house. Well, I only know about Etta. For all Monique knew, Ira held the record for most consecutive orgasms.

“Hey, there, Miss Cloudy Eyes.” Helen patted Monique’s face to get her attention again. “How about we focus on me? I need attention.”

“Of course, dear. I wouldn’t dream of giving anyone but you attention.”

Helen sat back up, her muscles flexing with every subtle movement. Tease me some more, why don’t you? Seemed like Monique rarely got to see her fiancée like this. Even when they made love, Helen was either naked in the dark or wearing almost all her clothes. It was Monique who ended up nude or nearly naked by the time Helen took her.

“Nobody but me, huh? What are you implying, Monique? That you’ve been thinking about someone else tonight?”

Monique wanted to roll her eyes again but instead focused on the far-off ghostly sounds she heard once more. “I wouldn’t say that at all.”

“Well, there are a few other capable dominants here tonight. You’re human. It makes sense, I suppose.” Helen patted Monique’s legs, so they opened around her.

Glad I didn’t put my underwear back on after getting out of the bath. A bath laced with luxurious bubbles and plenty of cuddling. The woman knows how to bathe with her lover. I almost fell asleep. Again. Wouldn’t be the first time Monique fell asleep in Helen’s arms during a bath, especially after sex.

“I swear I didn’t think a single naughty thought about them, ma’am.” Monique knew how to play this game. In fact, she rather hoped it would end with her getting just punishment. As good as it felt having that dominating quickie in the office, Monique could go for something a bit more… involved. “I only have eyes for you.”

“That’s what you say, but I know for a fact that you know the touch of at least one of those women. Not to mention…” Helen snorted. “Hearing that spectacle earlier…”

“I could’ve anticipated that.” Monique knew how Etta Coleman worked, in more ways than one. They were better in the bedroom than as a couple. I much prefer Helen’s brand, though . Cool, confident, unbothered… even if another Domme was dragging her girlfriend into another room to fuck her brains out as loudly as possible.

The whole house had heard Jamie screaming. Monique would have been jealous except she was still placated from earlier.

“You’re trying to tell me that it didn’t even get you the littlest bit worked up?”

“Why, Helen?” Monique lifted her hips, guiding her thighs toward her fiancee’s. “Did you get worked up again hearing that? Or were you thinking about her fucking me like that?” She smiled, unleashing the devil from within. “Because she has.”

“Now, my princess…” Helen’s voice was laced with warning. “No need to be so ornery. You’ve already won me. I still want you.”

Monique’s smile widened. “You want me even more now.”

“I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Yes, you are. Every woman is that kind of woman.”

Helen grinned back at her. “I think you want every woman to be that woman.”

“Perhaps. Can you be that kind of woman for me, Helen?”

“For you, my dear, I’ll be any woman you want and then some.”

The smile on Monique’s face could have torn her apart. “Prove it.”

She wasn’t sure what she had asked for, exactly, but she was pretty sure she was going to appreciate it.

“Now, now.” Helen pulled Monique closer to her, her firm body pressing against Monique's skin. Through her winter leggings, of course. Helen wasn’t the type to get naked in fewer than five seconds. She liked to… draw things out. Another thing Monique greatly appreciated. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, sweetheart. Especially after you’ve been fantasizing about other Dommes. And right before Christmas? I think you want to break my heart. Instead…” Helen reached into Monique’s purse, perched on the far side of the bed. What goodies are you going for, dear? “I’ll break your body.”

Demure vibrations hit Monique’s thigh. Uh oh .

When the tiny vibrator struck her clit, she nearly bolted away from Helen and toppled over the side of the bed.

“Ah!” The pulsations were intense, and she knew that was on the lowest setting. Yet it rubbed against her, sending wave after wave of vibrations through her body – well, mostly her center. Monique involuntarily released her arousal all over her skin, much to Helen’s amusement.

“The one thing I’ve gathered from you in the time we have known each other, Monique,” Helen said, trailing the vibrator up her fiancée’s abdomen and to the base of her breasts, “is that you’re very, very easy to arouse. All it takes is the promise of aggressive sex, and you’re like a rocket ready to pop off.” To prove her point, Helen rested the tiny vibe on top of Monique’s breast, letting it stimulate her already sensitive nipple until she moaned, legs shaking, arms jerking in their chains. “No wonder you let your mind stray to other Dommes.”

I don’t… Shit, she had almost forgotten what they were doing.

“Do you confess?” Helen moved the vibrator to Monique’s other nipple. “Or do I need to torture you some more?”

She glanced at the state of her body, seeing two peaked nipples that begged to have Helen suck them. She would, too, if Monique behaved and did as she was told . Just tell me what to do… I will do it . Monique was never not putty in Helen’s hands.

“I confess…” She bit her lip, feeling her nipple nearly bruise beneath the weight of those vibrations. “I was thinking of another woman.”

“I don’t have to ask which one. I know. A woman never forgets her previous Dommes and how good they made her feel.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

“Tell me, my princess,” Helen said, voice low and grating. She held the vibrator up, still going, struggling helplessly to touch any patch of skin it could. “How do I compare to her?”

Monique wavered between fantasy and reality. Most people didn’t want to hear the answer to that question. They couldn’t handle it. But Helen wasn’t like most women. Usually, when she asked a question, even during a role-play, she wanted to hear the truth, for better or worse.

“She was stricter than you, ma’am.” That was the truth. The thing Monique liked most about being in a relationship with Etta was that she knew how to stimulate Monique’s need to serve and be controlled. The only problem was that she didn’t know how to live that life forever. Almost as if that’s how I am. She wasn’t like Jamie, who had a more domineering personality. “You give me a lot of leeway with your orders.”

“Is that so?” The vibrator returned to Monique’s nipple, arching her back as she gasped. “Did her being strict with you turn you on? Did she reward you well?”

“Yes, ma’am…” Monique closed her eyes. Her head was close to the edge of the bed, and with one minor adjustment, her hair spilled over. “Whenever I obeyed, she rewarded me.”

“With what?”

“Sex.”

“What kind of sex, Monique? I want to know what rewards you obey so well for.”

She whimpered, feeling the vibrator move from her nipple to her cleavage, then to her other nipple. “She would go down on me, sometimes.”

“And?” The vibrator pushed harder against Monique’s nipple. So hard that she lost more of her arousal to her thighs. Helen chuckled to see it.

Once the pleasure subsided, Monique said, “She’d fuck me.”

“Let me guess your favorite position.”

Helen moved as if she were about to flip Monique over and take her from behind. Jolts of anticipation struck her, and it had nothing to do with the vibrator.

“Kidding.” Helen sat back, stroking Monique’s slick thighs. “I’ll tell you what. Do what I say, and you’ll get an even better reward than she could ever give you.”

Monique sighed in relief. “Yes, Mistress. What is your wish, ma’am?” Those words were almost too hard to say. Breath was too precious.

“Oh, I am a woman with simple needs, Monique.” The vibrator rubbed against her folds. “Impress me with how hard you come from this, and I’ll reward you.”

Another shot of that ghostly sound hit Monique’s ears, but she ignored it. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll prove myself worthy of your reward, Ms. Warner.”

That wouldn’t be hard to accomplish. Not when the vibrator lingered on her clit before slipping halfway into her spread opening.

There were many layers of vulnerability, and Monique felt like she was experiencing all of them at once. Her open legs shook around Helen’s hips, inviting her to look deep within, past her skin, past her hair, past the wetness spilling from her with every tiny, climactic convulsion.

Then there was how Helen drank her in, her hand rubbing Monique’s breast, lips curling in need – but laced in restraint – to suck her. When she finally succumbed, Helen wrapped both lips around her lace-covered nipple and lashed her tongue against it. Monique shuddered as the first hard wave of orgasm crashed into her.

“Oh, God!” The vibrations below and the sucking above combined to take her to a plane of reality that she didn’t even know existed. It was the power of machine, unrelenting and perpetual, and the passion of her Domme – almost as unrelenting and perpetual. Helen’s human limitations were nowhere to be seen right now.

Helen lifted her head and whispered into Monique’s ear as she began to ride out her orgasm. “Show me what I get if I choose to reward you.”

She wanted a show. Monique was hopped up enough on her orgasm to do that.

“Shit!” She didn’t usually curse during sex, but sometimes the situation called for it. Like when her whole body was being taken over by her desire to fuck this woman and show her how worthy she was. “Helen! Please!”

“Please, what?” The vibrator remained lodged inside her, forcing Monique to live through another orgasm as it instantly claimed her. “As hot as you are right now, I need better than that.”

“Please fuck me!” Monique wanted to clutch her, but her bound arms made that impossible. The chains dug into her back. The soreness spreading through her was exactly what she needed to know that she had done well. “Please, Mistress!”

That was blunt. But Monique was crazed, and when she got that way, she came dangerously close to losing her manners in front of her Domme. The woman liked it, though. Whether she said she would or not, she always rewarded it.

“Why do you want something like that, hm?” Helen drove the vibrator deeper, thumb and forefinger following. Monique cried out, legs jerking in the air as her frustration exploded. It was orgasmic, and yet it wasn’t good enough. She wanted to feel Helen fill her with more .

“Aren’t you getting all the pleasure you need right now?”

Monique tried to answer, but her words were a mess of pleasurable noises.

“I see. Fact of the matter is, you’re always hungry for more. Are you ever satisfied?”

Monique thought about the good feelings Helen had given her so far that day. Not only in the office but right here, using her mouth and fingers to make her come multiple times. Yes, I want more. I’m still not satisfied.

“No, ma’am!” The vibrator buzzed within her, threatening her inner walls with more stimulation. She was so wet by now that Helen struggled to keep her fingers and the toy inside her. “Please! Satisfy me!”

“You’re loud.” Helen pulled the vibrator out and tossed it onto the other end of the bed. When the vibrations finally subsided in Monique’s body, she realized so much of the tension in her core came from her undying need for her Domme to pleasure her more directly. I think I might actually be dying.

“You want the whole house to hear us having sex?”

The words fell from Monique’s lips before she could control them. “Yes!”

“Very well.” Helen perused the purse of plenty once more. God only knew what Monique had packed! My favorites. All of them. Most women brought their phone, makeup, and wallet, but no, not her. Not the madam of a house of ill-repute. Monique had thrown in chains, a vibrator, and…

Yes, that was a strap-on. Her favorite one, of course.

Monique continued to hold her legs open, counting all the prayers she had uttered over the past five minutes.

“Be loud so everyone knows how well I fuck the insatiable woman,” Helen said.

The sound bursting from Monique’s throat when Helen effortlessly thrust into her sounded almost inhuman. Like a roar, but more feminine, the lioness succumbing to what she wanted all along. Helen hooked her hands beneath Monique’s knees and pushed them up, taking her with every drop of energy she had.

She held up her end of the bargain by being as loud as she dared. Feeling Helen fuck her—hard, deep, and rough enough to stretch her—made that easy enough. I’m the happiest woman in the world when I’m fucked by this woman . She knew how to angle into her, how to stroke her sensitive core, and how to go at the right speed to see her breasts shake for her—but not so fast that she ran out of energy too soon.

Besides, there were other ways to send Monique Grant to the moon.

“Oh!” Helen lurched forward, shoving Monique halfway off the bed. She held her down by the abdomen with one hand, steadying her, keeping her safe as she thrust into her and watched her head dip toward the floor. “Holy shit, Helen!”

“Holy shit is right…” Her hands grabbed Monique’s breasts, her strap-on continuing to reach deep within her. “You are so fucking hot.”

Those were the words she said, yet Monique could barely parse them. The blood was rushing to her head, making her woozy to the point of heightening her senses while also threatening to knock her out.

She had to come. She had to come now, and hard.

“Take me, Helen! Please!” The more she begged, the more she wanted it.

“Oh, I am.”

She didn’t have to finish her thought. Monique knew what she was thinking. Right now.

Feeling new pulsations—not from the vibrator, but from Helen—sent Monique through new experiences. The blood in her head, the woman inside her, and the thoughts swarming her body conspired to make her come the hardest yet, her body urging Helen to go as fast as she dared. With what little sanity she had left, Monique concentrated on riding out her orgasm, channeling the climactic energy to her inner muscles that inspired Helen’s release.

“Come for me, Helen…” At least pretend.

Her hands snatched Monique’s shoulders, pulling her onto her strap-on as everything that was once dark was now hot, burning light.

“Helen!”

No matter how many times she cried that name, it never felt wrong or too tired. How could it be when it only brought Monique closer to Helen’s heart? As she groaned in approval and left her fiancée spent for the second time that day, Helen eased Monique back onto the bed and curled two delicate arms around her.

“Monique.”

Her effort to cry her name was instead a mere, breathless whisper. Monique snorted in amusement, her senses returning to her the longer she stayed in Helen’s arms.

“Do you think anyone heard us?”

Helen slapped her hand against her forehead. “I have no idea. I don’t care. I’m too satisfied to care.” She lowered her hand, looking at Monique through languid eyes. “Are you satisfied, Princess?”

Monique kissed her bare chest, feeling like a spoiled princess as she remained tight in her embrace. “I am very satisfied, Ms. Warner. Probably too satisfied to keep going tonight.”

“Unfortunately, me too.”

“Unfortunately? Isn’t it a good thing if we agree on that?”

“I suppose so.”

The sound reappeared. Outside of the room but penetrating enough to enter Monique’s ear. What in the world is that? It was getting on her nerves.

“I think you might be right, love,” Helen said, rubbing Monique’s arm. “I think this place might be haunted. I don’t even believe in that sort of thing.”

“You know what I do believe in?” Monique turned against her, inhaling Helen’s musky scent as her hand dipped into her leggings and lovingly touched her favorite toy for them to share. “Moments like these. I don’t care if our plans were disrupted this weekend, Helen. We’re together, making love, and that’s all that matters.”

“Indeed. Besides, we have our whole lives to make plans. We’ve still got Christmas coming up, and then our honeymoon after the wedding…”

“Don’t skip over the wedding, Helen. That’s the most romantic thing of all!”

“I wouldn’t know much about it. I’ve never been married. And you’ve done the planning.”

“Oh, don’t remind me.” Monique squeezed her chest. “I’m loving this weekend for getting me away from that. You think your sister is stressed out? At least she’s doing grad school and not planning a 500-person wedding.”

“Now, Monique… be fair.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Helen was quiet, her body relaxing into a doze as Monique breathed on her skin. She was content with joining her… until she heard that strange sound again.

“Oooh.”

The moment she realized what it was, Helen also opened her eyes and cursed her blasted luck.

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