Page 54 of Minha Dona

She didn’t, of course. Getting arrested for public indecency on Caitlin’s first morning really wasn’t part of the plan. But the thought was there… she still had to pinch herself to believe that Caitlin really was here, in her neighbourhood, having coffee with her at one of her favourite cafes.

“You go hard on the running machine,” Helena said once Caitlin had sat down. “I knew you must be competitive to get where you’ve got at work, but that was something else.”

Caitlin smiled, taking the compliment without any embarrassment. “I run a lot.”

“On the machine at home?” Helena couldn’t help grinning as she said it, and saw that Caitlin blushed. The running machine, all those months ago in Houston… they’d used it for an entirely different form of exertion.

“Not so much since… then.” Caitlin thought for a moment. “I joined a gym as I realised that it wasn’t healthy locking myself away from the world to exercise. It’s been good. And I figured it might be somewhere to meet someone. You know, as part of exploring myself.”

Helena watched Caitlin as she talked while Saturday morning went on around them, blue sky above, warm sunshine, birds singing in the trees. There was an honesty to Caitlin that she respected, and that she’d respected ever since that first night together.

“Did it work?”

Caitlin laughed. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“That’s a yes then,” Helena teased.

“It’s a maybe I had to change personal trainer after an ill-conceived offer of a lift home that ended up with my leaving her place sometime the next morning… today though,” she added, swiftly changing the subject. “What’s next?”

“Home. Shower. Lunch.” Helena grinned. “Then shopping…”

Caitlin nodded. “Perfect.”

***

That night Helena had booked a table for the two of them at one of her favourite restaurants, a rooftop place that turned into a club later on… although there were already people dancing when they sat down to eat. The place was buzzing, everyone dressed glamorously. It was that kind of place.

“This is part of a normal Saturday for you?” Caitlin asked, looking sceptical.

Helena grinned. “A good normal Saturday. Me and my friends like to party. And… I figured having you sit and watch me do a couple of hours of work wouldn’t quite be the experience you were after…”

“You’re right about that.”

Helena had decided to wear a dress that she knew she looked good in, a long-sleeved mini dress with silver sequins, very in keeping with the atmosphere. Caitlin for her part had bought a dress that afternoon, black, halter-neck, figure-hugging and knee-length. Sat opposite Helena in the glow from the light on their table she looked stunning, the necklace as ever around her neck.

“Can I tell you something?” Helena asked.

Caitlin glanced up from her menu. “Of course.” She gave Helena her full attention, waiting patiently.

Helena smiled. “Your necklace. I just… I wanted you to know that you wearing it, it means something to me.”

“I’m glad. It means something to me too.” She looked at Helena for a long few moments. “Tell me what it means to you. I’d love to hear.”

Helena looked into her eyes and reached out to take her hand. “It means that you think about me, about what we did back in Houston. I like that. I’m glad about it. When I saw you wore it in your official photos I didn’t even dare to hope, but I knew… thank you for wearing it.”

“You don’t need to thank me.” Caitlin smiled kindly. “You’re right about all of that, but it’s more. When I wear it, I think about being owned. It’s my collar, and it tells everyone that I meet in a language that only you and I know that I’m yours.” She squeezed Helena’s hand. “I like thinking that. In Miami, fifty partners must have seen my necklace after that first night, but none of them understood what it meant.”

Helena watched Caitlin as she spoke, the passion behind her words, the depth of feeling. This is my absolute perfect sub… I could never ask for more. So strong, so powerful that she has the strength and the power to surrender so completely to me in every way. She is magnificent.

“I very much want to come around the table and kiss you,” Helena said.

“We’d have a problem then,” Caitlin laughed, “because right now I’m having some very bad thoughts about you, and if you did that then I’m not entirely sure I could stop myself going down on you right here, right now.”

Helena felt her cheeks redden at the thought, which made Caitlin’s laugh turn into a mischievous grin. “The night is still young…”

“It is indeed.”

They ordered food and drinks, and settled into the mood of the place, a light breeze blowing across the rooftop stirring the warm nighttime air.