“Helena…”
“Oh, look how badly you want this… you wish I was using this on you right now, don’t you?”
She squirmed, nodding. Fuck, she looked so hot like this, tied up and helpless, squirming, desperate for me to fuck her. I pressed the vibrator tighter against my clit, feeling myself getting close all too quickly.
“Maybe if you beg enough, I will,” I said. “Just be careful not to do it so much that I come from hearing you.”
“Helena.Please. Please, I need you to touch me, please, please—”
She begged like a good girl, and it took everything I had not to come. I wanted to tease her for longer, drag it out, but I couldn’t hold it in, so I ended up taking the vibrator and shoving her down onto her back, moving to straddle her face.
“Good girl,” I said, my voice heavy and ragged. “Let me sit on your face, and if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you have it. Yeah? You think you can do that?” I cupped her face in one hand, so fucking perfect looking desperate and needy up at me from between my thighs. “You’re going to be a good girl for me?”
“I will. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, I want to taste you so badly, please.”
“That’s a good girl.” I lowered myself onto her mouth, and she wasn’t kidding about wanting to taste me. Her enthusiasm was hot enough in and of itself—she pressed her mouth into melike she would starve without it, sucking and licking me, and she was squirming even without the vibrator like she would come just from sucking on me. I couldn’t hold myself together for long, one hand on the headboard as my hips rocked against her mouth, and I gave her what she needed—pressed the vibrator up against her center, and she moaned loudly, sucking on me deeper, more desperately. She didn’t last long—she shot off into an orgasm almost immediately once I had the vibrator pressed into her, but she didn’t slow down sucking on me, and the sight of it, the sound of it, thefeelof it, her mouth working desperately on me while she came, sent me over the edge right after her, a cry breaking out from my lips as I shoved my hips down, fucking her face while we came together.
She looked at me breathless and red-faced with a thin sheen of sweat on her features once I’d gotten off of her and taken off the restraints, and when I’d expected her to make some clever comment, she just stared, a smile spreading wider.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” I laughed, dropping hard onto the bed next to her, out of breath and blissfully satisfied. “You have something to say?”
“I’m probably the luckiest person alive.”
I laughed, and I kissed her forehead. “I’m guessing you’re satisfied, then?”
“That was the best experience of my life. I’m guessingyou’resatisfied? You seem pretty happy with having gotten to tell me what to do.”
I lay down next to her, skating my fingers over her hip. “Very satisfied,” I said. “I’m a switch, just so you know, I’m not all mean, dominating top.”
“You don’t need to defend yourself. I can tell you’re working out your feelings at always being told what to do.”
“Oh, we’re psychoanalyzing me as part of this.”
She laughed, slumping back more into bed. I shifted closer.
“Are you feeling all right? That wasn’t too intense?”
“Nah. Unfortunately. I kind of wish you had fucked me so hard I passed out or woke up in a hospital, but I’m here. Just fine. Just… a bit tired.”
I caressed her face, a little tacky now. I suppose I’d made that mess. I was rather unrepentant. “Tell me you’re going to sleep here tonight and not going to fight it.”
“I don’t think I could make it home if I tried anyway.”
“Queens is awfully far…”
She gave me a hazy smile, the kind that said she was only partially still here. “Thanks, Freckles.”
“Oh, we’re still doing that?”
She laughed, slipping her hand around to my back. “I told you I’d be watching like a hawk. And finally I’ve found your weakness. You are, quite literally, laid bare before me.”
“Please. I beg mercy.” I kissed her, the feeling only just now settling in my stomach that maybe I shouldn’t have been doing this, and maybe I knew all along I shouldn’t have been doing this. Estelle was going to have my head if she found out, and she had a way of finding things out. I doubted any explanations of how Cassandra and her husband were separated would sway her.
“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise,” Cassandra said. “What’s with the broody look?”
“Nothing.” I put on a smile. “It wasn’t that broody a look.”
“Sure. You looked like you should have been staring out the window of a Romanian castle while rain falls and pipe organs play.”
