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“God, yes, Minha Dona,” she cried out.

Helena had an idea. Caitlin’s whole body was so on edge, there were so many things that could tip her over for the fourth time that night. I wonder, Helena thought, whether Caitlin has ever climaxed without any direct stimulation where it matters? Helena had experienced it a few times in her life, once with Alessandra all those years ago in those first heady days of submission when the newness of being tied up and spanked had been all it took, and a few times at the gym in recent times where, well, there was a particular weights routine that seemed to just line up her core in a way that triggered something very wonderfully inappropriate in a public space… all absolutely incredible orgasms. Helena was willing to bet that something like that would be new for Caitlin. And if it wasn’t? It would be fun anyway.

She continued with her lips and fingers, toying, licking, biting and pinching lightly, while her other hand gripped Caitlin’s hip, holding her in place. Caitlin was bucking hips towards Helena, wanting more contact, more everything, but each time she did Helena tightened her grip, keeping her there. Her skin was flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat, and the air carried the intoxicating scent of her arousal alongside her gasping pants as her body went into near meltdown.

When Helena judged she was ready, and not a moment before, she moved her hand from Caitlin’s hip, sliding her fingertips down, lower, to the inside of Caitlin’s thighs, millimetres from where Caitlin really wanted to be touched. Caitlin tried to move herself towards the fingers but Helena stopped her. “Control yourself, Gatinha.” She used a sterner tone than usual, more commanding, because she knew that in the state that Caitlin was in the only tone that would cut through the fog of arousal was that, and it worked.

Caitlin went still and whimpered instead.

Oh God, Helena thought… that sound cut straight to her core. It did something magical to Helena herself, let alone Caitlin, but she forced it from her mind. This was about Caitlin right now, not Helena’s own pleasure.

Caitlin’s thighs were slick with her arousal. Helena coated her fingertips in it, then slipped her hand through Caitlin’s legs, being careful not to touch her, and round to her rear. For a second, she wondered whether she should check first whether Caitlin was ok with what she was about to do, but she decided in the moment that it would break the spell. And, of course, that’s what the safe word is for, she thought.

Her tongue flicked Caitlin’s nipple, sending a tremor through her body and drawing a gasp from her lips. This is the moment, she thought. She moved her hand to touch Caitlin’s rear, between the cheeks of her ass, her little finger settling on Caitlin’s other place… gently, not pushing, not pressing, simply there, asking a question.

She felt Caitlin go still, breathing hard, and waited for the word. Vermelho. That was all Caitlin needed to say… one word and she’d move her hand away immediately. For Helena anal play was the final barrier, the deepest form of complete surrender that a submissive could offer, and she was willing to bet that Caitlin had never let a soul touch her there. It really wouldn’t have been her style at all, not even with her experience with Zoe. She heard Caitlin take a breath, braced herself for the word, and…

…it never came.

After a few moments, Helena resumed with her tongue and fingers on Caitlin’s breasts, and Caitlin started to moan and writhe, and then the surprise… Caitlin started to push her hips back. Not obviously at first, it was a small movement, but when Helena moved her fingers back Caitlin’s hips moved back again and she got the hint. She kept her little finger there and then slowly, almost imperceptibly, the tip slid into Caitlin’s ass.

“Verde,” Caitlin cried out unprompted. One word… and complete and utter surrender to me, Helena thought.

Helena held it for a few moments, then slowly slid the finger in further, up to the first knuckle, and that was all it took… it was as if Caitlin had been hooked up to the mains electricity, a climax for the ages ripping through her, shuddering, loud, and Helena took her lips from Caitlin’s breast, watching her, making sure that she was ok, ready to support her if her legs gave way lest she’d lose her footing and dislocate a shoulder in her restraints… but she was strong, she kept her feet, even as her body lost control and the waves of her climax rolled through her again and again and again.

Eventually, when she’d stilled, Helena stood up straight. She pulled her little finger out of Caitlin slowly, drawing a shuddering gasp, then removed the blindfold.

Caitlin emerged blinking into the gentle light of the room. Her eyes were unfocused, her face was flushed, her tight ponytail still perfect.

Helena smiled at her, and Caitlin smiled back.

“You enjoyed that, Gatinha?”

Caitlin smiled weakly. “Yes, Minha Dona. I…” She hesitated. “That’s not something…”

“I guessed. And thank you. For trusting me.”

Caitlin’s smile turned to a grin. “I’m not sure I could ever say vermelho to you… I want whatever you want to give me too much. I… I trust you completely. My body is yours in every way.”

Helena looked into her eyes for a long few moments, then she leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, a soft, lingering kiss, with none of the fire of the hours that had passed but all of the care and longing. “You are magnificent, Gatinha. Truly.” She leaned back and knelt down to unfasten the spreader bar.

“We’re not finished, are we Minha Dona?” Caitlin looked incredible, arms still bound above her head, looking down at Helena with the collar around her neck. She also looked exhausted… happy, thoroughly and comprehensively fucked, but exhausted.

“I don’t want to push you too hard, Gatinha.”

Caitlin laughed. “I waited the best part of a year for exactly this. There’s no such thing as pushing me too hard.” She paused for a moment. “A break maybe, something to drink… but then I’m yours for as long as you want me to be.”

Helena stood and raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like a challenge.” She reached up to caress Caitlin’s jaw. “Good.” Helena turned and walked over to a chest of drawers. She opened one and pulled out a strap-on and harness. They’d not played with one before, but it seemed like the right moment. “Because, my tame and beautiful Gatinha as well as girlfriend, what we just did was only the foreplay.”

The grin that spread across Caitlin’s face when she saw what Helena was holding was enough to make all those months apart vanish in a moment.

Chapter 25

They’d finally slept around one in the morning and Tuesday’s alarm came much too soon for Helena. She forced herself out of bed though and, once she’d checked to make sure there was no surprise jewellery that Caitlin had slipped on to her during the night, she somehow got herself to work on time.

The day itself was mercifully quiet… they had a client presentation on the Wednesday, but Helena had never been a last-minute sort of woman and the work was done.

Instead of work, though, her day was punctuated by messages from two of her favourite people in the world: Caitlin on the one hand, giving updates on her day (she’d slept until gone midday, which made Helena irrationally jealous, before using Helena’s gym, and was spending the afternoon in and next to the pool that was part of Helena’s building), and Isabella who, it seemed, needed to know literally everything about Caitlin before meeting her that evening and was thoroughly enjoying winding Helena up while she did so.