Page 56 of Minha Dona

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It was twenty minutes later that Caitlin finally did come out of the bedroom, yawning and wearing the t-shirt of Helena’s that somehow in the space of two days had become her default loungewear. She went straight for the coffee with a smile over at Helena, took a long first sip with her eyes closed, then opened them and saw what was sat on the table in front of Helena.

She looked at it. Then at Helena. Then at it again.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“That depends on what you think it is, Gatinha.”

“I think it’s a…” Caitlin picked it up, turning it over in her hand, examining it. “A remote-control vibrator.”

“Full marks.”

Caitlin looked at Helena with an expression that was equal parts surprise, curiosity, and a look that Helena loved more and more each time… excited, wondrous arousal was how she thought of it. “Is somebody wearing this today, Minha Dona?” There was a slight flush that had come to Caitlin’s cheeks that deepened as she used Helena’s title… Helena could see that her body was catching up faster than her mind to the reality of Sunday and how different it was likely to be to Saturday.

“They are.”

“You?”

Helena shook her head slowly. “No, Gatinha, not me.”

Caitlin pursed her lips, as much to hide her grin as anything. “I didn’t think it would be.”

“If you’d like to wear it, of course.”

“Here? Or somewhere public?”

“Somewhere very public. You can wear it walking around my city. Having coffee. Browsing in the shops. Looking at the sights. The remote will be in my pocket and, Gatinha, only I will know when I’m going to use it.” Helena took a sip of her own coffee, keeping her voice as light and casual as she could. “And you, Gatinha, will have to maintain your composure, no matter what I do to you.”

Caitlin looked at her for a long few moments. Helena could see her weighing it up… the thrill and the desire battling with the practical reality.

“How powerful is it?” Caitlin asked.

“I’ll be kind. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Mostly.” Helena smiled. “But it can get very powerful if I want it to.”

Caitlin put the device down and took another sip of coffee, her eyes on Helena over the rim. “What if I can’t keep quiet?”

“Then you’d better learn to fast. São Paulo is a busy city, full of people.”

“And if I need you to stop?”

“Vermelho. Otherwise, I decide when it’s on, when it’s off and what level it’s at.”

“You’ve thought about this.”

“I’ve thought about nothing else since the idea came to me.”

Caitlin looked at the device again, then at Helena. The smile that spread across her face was the Caitlin that made Helena’s heart thump in her chest… brave, competitive, willing to take on any challenge. The strength to submit in living form.

“Fine,” Caitlin said. “But if I embarrass myself on a public street in your city, you’re never living it down.”

“If you embarrass yourself on a public street, Gatinha, it’ll be because I wanted you to.”

“That’s not reassuring.”