Page 97 of Minha Dona

Helena knelt in silence, trying to process what was happening. She opened her mouth to speak then hesitated… Juliana hadn’t given her permission, and Helena was fully in the submissive headspace at that point, obedient, controlled, owned.

“Caitlin,” Juliana was saying. “Would you like to join me?”

Caitlin looked across at Helena. “Helena, colour?” she asked.

Helena’s mind started to catch up. The secret conversations the two of them had earlier in the day, the messages they’ve been exchanging, the whispered conversation right before they came through to here. Part of that must have been leading to this. She looked at Caitlin properly… she looked radiant, excited, deeply aroused. Helena didn’t know what Juliana wanted her to watch but she could hazard a guess, and Caitlin clearly wanted whatever they’d agreed to. Go with it, she told herself, this night has been insane already, a little more crazy can’t possibly hurt.

“Verde,” Helena said. “Whatever you two have been planning, very, very verde.”

Caitlin turned back to Juliana and nodded.

It turned out to be the most exquisite punishment Helena had ever received.

It was Caitlin that took the lead as much as Juliana… that was what surprised Helena. In contrast to the strong dominant-submissive dynamic that governed how she treated Helena that night, Juliana treated Caitlin as an absolute equal. They undressed each other, Juliana pulling Caitlin’s t-shirt over her head, Caitlin unzipping Juliana’s dress and letting it fall to the floor. Helena watched, motionless, kneeling from her position on the floor, unable to move, unable to touch, unable to do anything except watch these two beautiful women start to explore each other’s bodies, restrained by Juliana’s instructions more effectively than any physical restraints could have managed.

The two of them were beautiful to watch together… different body types, different energies, different rhythms. They kissed properly, deeply, with hands in each other’s hair and an urgency that made Helena’s stomach flip. This was two women who barely knew each other’s bodies discovering each other’s mouths and, while she knew it was partly a performance for her, part of her punishment, at least as much again was genuine. Caitlin’s hand went to Juliana’s hip and pulled her close, and the two of them pressed their naked bodies against each other on the still damp sheets.

They started with hands and mouths, the kissing continuing as their hands explored, the initial tentative touches giving way to something more desperate. Juliana kissed her way down Caitlin’s body and Caitlin’s hand went to Juliana’s curls, gripping her while Juliana’s tongue found her between her legs. Helena had felt Caitlin’s hand do that enough times to know exactly how it felt, and she loved it… seeing her do that with Juliana was exquisite.

Then Caitlin rolled Juliana over and went down on her briefly, doing something that made Juliana writhe beneath her tongue, before the two women moved and ended up sitting, facing each other, legs interlocked. They kissed, they touched, they stroked, and it soon descended into a confusion of grinding and hands and fingers. Both women stole glances at Helena at various points, both women smiled her way, both got a smile in return, because it was both punishment and incredible all at once.

The two of them started to build a rhythm, the confused tangle turning to something more deliberate, and Helena felt her sanity leave the building. It was the sounds that did it… the sounds of Caitlin’s pleasure, of an orgasm that seemed to build and build, mixed with Juliana’s own impending climax, the combination incredible to hear.

Eventually Caitlin broke the kiss and looked over, gasping, and Juliana’s lips found her neck, and that was it… she came, hard, her fingers digging into Juliana’s back, body shuddering, her hand still working between Juliana’s legs through it, then Juliana came hard too, face buried in Caitlin’s shoulder, and while Caitlin brought her through it Caitlin’s eyes met Helena’s and she mouthed, “I’m yours. Always.”

Helena’s breath caught… even mid-climax Caitlin was focused on her. “I’m yours too,” she mouthed back, and Caitlin’s grin dissolved into a gasp as Juliana’s hand touched her again.

After a few moments the two women fell back on to the bed, catching their breath, and then Juliana lifted her head.

“Punishment enough?” she asked Caitlin.

Caitlin glanced over at Helena, and a wicked smile came onto her face unlike any she’d seen from Caitlin before. “Almost. But first…” She kissed Juliana again, a long, slow, lazy kiss this time, and Juliana kissed her back. Helena watched transfixed as these two women, her two women, lay naked, pressed together, taking all the time they needed.

Finally, Caitlin broke the kiss to look over at Helena again. “I think she’s had enough now.”

Juliana smiled and stood up off the bed. “You two take a minute. I need to fetch something.” She started to leave the room then paused. “Leoa, you may stand.”

As soon as Juliana was out of sight Caitlin came over and wrapped her arms around Helena. “Are you ok? Was that ok? I was worried we might go too far…” she whispered.

Helena shook her head. “That was… I’m going to take a long time to process that. In a good way. But…” She shook her head. “You two planned that?”

Caitlin smiled shyly. “A little. Obviously not all of,” she gestured at the bed, “how that went. But yes. She wanted a punishment worked out. Are you sure that was ok?”

“Honestly? That might have been the hottest thing I ever saw.” She leaned forward and kissed Caitlin gently. “But you’re mine, you know that? We’re not making this a habit.”

Caitlin laughed. “That goes both ways.”

“I guess it does.”

“You ok to continue?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yes. I don’t know what Juliana has planned from here,” Caitlin replied. “She’s great, isn’t she?”

“She’s pretty special. You’re better.”

“You can tell me that as many times as you want.”