Page 3 of Minha Dona

She lay there, panting, staring at the wall. Alessandra was still sat there, one hand still between her legs, the other resting where she’d spanked Helena repeatedly, looking down at Helena with an expression of stunned wonder.

“Wow,” Alessandra said.

“Yeah,” Helena managed to gasp. “Wow.”

She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked back over her shoulder again. They looked at each other for a long moment, both flushed, both breathing hard, both aware that something irrevocable had just happened between them.

“I want…” Helena started, and then stopped, because what she wanted was something she’d never wanted before, and it was so new and so out-of-character that it frightened her.

“What?”

Her thigh stung where Alessandra had struck her, her jeans were tangled at her knees, her hair was a disaster, and she was looking at Alessandra with an expression that she suspected was completely open for the first time in their entire relationship.

“I want to go down on you,” she said. “But I want… I need you to tell me to.” She hesitated. “Make me.”

Alessandra stared at her. Then something passed across her face… understanding, maybe, or instinct, or the same raw nerve that was firing in Helena.

“Get on your knees,” Alessandra said. Her voice was shaking.

Helena slid off the bed, kicked free of her jeans, and knelt on the hard floor of the student apartment. The cheap laminate was cold under her knees. She looked up at Alessandra, who was sitting now on the edge of the bed, her own jeans still on, her chest heaving.

Alessandra’s hands went to her own fly. She was trembling… Helena could see it, the tremor in her fingers as she unfastened the button and pushed the denim down along with her underwear. She kicked them off and sat there, bare from the waist down, her legs parting slowly.

“Eat me out. Now.”

Helena leaned forward, her hands still bound in front of her, and lowered her mouth.

She’d gone down on women before, many times, but never like this. Never on her knees with her wrists bound, never having been told to, never with the raw, shaking aftermath of what had just happened still buzzing through every nerve she possessed. She was clumsier than usual, her angles were wrong at first, her pressure too light, then too hard. But Alessandra’s hand found her hair again, possessively, and the quiet sounds Alessandra made above her told Helena as usual what was working and what wasn’t.

She paid attention. But then she always paid attention… it was the thing she did best, reading people, and she read Alessandra’s body with the intensity of someone who didn’t know how to do anything halfway. She adjusted and found her rhythm, making Alessandra gasp.

When Alessandra came, she came hard, her hand in Helena’s hair pulling Helena’s mouth tight against her, just the right side of painful. Helena stayed where she was, her mouth still moving, feeling Alessandra climax against her tongue, and felt the first intimation that what had just happened was important. That it mattered in a way that went beyond sex, beyond their relationship, beyond this room.

Alessandra’s grip loosened and Helena lifted her head. Looking up, she saw Alessandra gazing down at her with eyes that were glazed and bright.

“Come up here,” Alessandra said softly.

Helena climbed onto the bed and Alessandra unbound her wrists then pulled her close. They held each other in the small bed, two twenty-year-old women who’d just stumbled into something they didn’t have a name for.

“I guess you win. We’ll go to your choice tonight,” Helena said, grinning.

Alessandra laughed. “No. We’re not going out tonight.”

Helena leaned across and planted a playful kiss on Alessandra’s lips. “Is that an order?”

“You’re mine tonight… and I’m not done with you.”

Helena lay in her arms, feeling her heart rate returning to normal and the sting on her rear fading. Inside she was buzzing at what she’d just let happen, what she’d asked for.

She was scared. She could admit that to herself even if she couldn’t say it out loud. Scared of what she’d discovered, scared of how much she’d liked it, scared of the fact that kneeling on that hard floor with her wrists bound and Alessandra’s possessive hand in her hair had felt so, so good.

But she was also excited. And the excitement was far, far greater than the fear.

São Paulo

Present Day

Chapter 1