Page 51 of Minha Dona

“It is my natural place, Minha Dona.”

Helena looked down at her, this brilliant, powerful woman naked on her knees for her, because she’d said so and nothing more.

“Would you like a drink, Gatinha?”

Caitlin nodded and Helena held the wine glass to Caitlin’s lips, tilting it so that she could take a drink of her wine. They held each other’s gaze while she drank, and when Helena took the glass away she could see that Caitlin’s eyes were bright.

Helena watched Caitlin for a long moment. Her hand moved to cup Caitlin’s head, fingers slipping through her hair, then she gripped suddenly, pulling back ever so slightly, tilting Caitlin’s head. She watched as much as heard Caitlin inhale sharply, and then Helena leaned down and kissed her fiercely, taking Caitlin by surprise, asserting her physical dominance by holding her head in place by the hair and using her tongue straight away. Caitlin kissed her back just as hard, passionate, desperate, their tongues playing against each other, until, just as suddenly, Helena pulled back a few inches and grinned.

Caitlin was flushed, breathing hard, her face a picture of arousal. “I will give you a choice, Gatinha. A simple one.” She reached her other hand to Caitlin’s jaw, stroking possessively down her neck, her shoulders, lower, while she held Caitlin exactly where she wanted her with the hand in her hair. “It’s been a long day for you. And much as I want to show you how incredible I can make you feel in my city, in my home… I know the right headspace is important.” She paused and watched Caitlin nod her understanding. “It is your free choice, and with no consequence. We can go to bed together, we can fuck, we can sleep. Or… we can do something altogether more exciting.” She paused again. “Your choice, Gatinha.”

Caitlin’s grin made Helena’s heart skip a beat… the absolute inner strength that Caitlin possessed to be able to surrender to Helena like this was incredible, and it was such an honour that Caitlin trusted her with this. “I’ve waited nine months, Minha Dona. I don’t want us to waste another minute. I’d like altogether more exciting please.”

Helena nodded slowly. “Good. Very good.” She let go of Caitlin’s hair and picked up her own wine, taking a seat again at the dining table. Caitlin simply watched, obediently. “Vermelho. Ambar. Verde. You understand those words?”

Caitlin smiled. “Verde is green. I assume Ambar is amber? That one isn’t hard. So Vermelho must be red?”

“Exactly, Gatinha. Vermelho is your safe word. Ambar is a pause. Got it?”

“Yes, Minha Dona.”

“What is your safe word? I want you to say it again, Gatinha, show me you’ve remembered.”

“Vermelho.”

“Perfect. Well done.” Helena paused to take a sip of her wine, taking her time, building Caitlin’s anticipation. “I will tell you before I introduce anything new, and ask you your colour. Does that sound reasonable?”

Caitlin grinned. “Verde.”

Helena smiled back. “Good.” She took another sip of her wine, enjoying watching Caitlin knelt naked a couple of yards away. “To start with, I am going to enjoy my wine. And I’m going to watch you.”

“Watch me?”

“Watch you.” Helena leaned forward in her seat, resting her elbows on her knees. “Touch yourself, Gatinha. Show me. But… you mustn’t cum. If you do, there’ll be consequences.”

Caitlin’s eyes had gone wide. “You want me to…” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “…masturbate in front of you?”

“I do. Colour?”

She knew the answer before Caitlin had time to say it… the way the flush spread across her chest and neck, the way her body stiffened, the way she simply seemed to somehow come more alive. “Verde, Minha Dona.” Caitlin hesitated. “May I close my eyes.”

“You may, Gatinha.”

Caitlin took a deep breath and closed them. After a moment to compose herself, she reached her hand to her inner thigh, and slowly trailed it up until her hand was between her legs. Helena watched, rapt, and she could see the moment when Caitlin started to play with herself, the gasp that escaped her lips, the way she shuddered slightly.

She started slow, gentle movements, but soon her fingers started to play faster, and her other hand went to her chest, starting to play with her nipple.

“You like doing that with your other hand, Gatinha?”

Caitlin gasped and smiled, her eyes still closed. “I do… Minha Dona. I do.”

“Tell me how it feels when you do that.”

There was a moment’s silence as Caitlin’s hands kept on playing. “It feels… complete. Like,” she gasped, “there’s someone there with me.” She gasped again. “I love the feeling.”

Helena smiled to herself and stood, moving over to where Caitlin was and kneeling down next to her. “Let me, Gatinha,” she said, taking the hand on Caitlin’s breast and moving it, replacing it with her own touch. “How does that feel instead?” she whispered into Caitlin’s ear.

“Good…” She trailed off in another gasp.