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It definitely wasn’t right now.
“Where did you get these pearls?” Helen rubbed one of them, nuzzling it into Monique’s hair. “They make you look so prim and proper. And yet here you are, kneeling before me with your tits out. Do you think that’s proper, my princess?”
Monique shook her head. “No, Ms. Warner. It isn’t proper.”
“A good girl would keep that sort of thing hidden away. You must not be a very good one. Would you say you’re a sullied girl?”
God willing.“I’m afraid so. I’m sorry if it displeases you.”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t like you because you’re virginal. I like you because you know how to serve. Do you think I care that other women have seen you like this? Other men, perhaps? Never. You seem like an assured woman who knows what she wants. And you want me to punish you for your indiscretions, even the ones I don’t know about… right?”
“Yes, Ms. Warner.” Monique tried to mask the excitement in her throat.
“Turn around and bend down. I want to see your ass.”
The carpet rubbed against Monique’s knees as she did as bid, her skirt falling along her back while she pushed her ass into the air and against Helen’s waist. Fuck me.Being pushed onto the floor as Helen did her from behind sounded… well, Monique couldn’t think of it without wanting to pass out in bliss.
Not that she could pass out. The first spank she received made her torso shoot up, voice cracking in the air as another smack hit her ass.
“How many times should I spank you today?” Helen kneaded Monique’s flesh, her strong fingers pinching the skin between them as Monique moaned into the carpet. “You tell me. I don’t know what naughty things you’ve done since I last saw you.”
I don’t care, I just want more.Helen knew how to spank. She was hard enough to send a tender flash through her system but considerate enough to not dish long-term pain. Monique likedthe shock of the here and now. She wasn’t interested in being bruised and sore the next day. “I’ve been terrible,” she said meekly. Monique was careful to not sound childish. A woman with a lot of guilt was the ticket. “I’ve thought about you so many times.”
Helen's grip on Monique's ass tightened. “Did you touch yourself?”
“Every time.”
“Every time?” Monique got a harsh spank for that confession. “Touch yourself now. Right here.” Helen took the submissive’s hand and pushed it between her legs. Monique touched her thighs before meeting the cotton of her underwear. “Just like that. Touch yourself until I can see how wet you are.”
That wasn’t difficult. Just hearing Helen talk about punishing her made Monique shudder in all the right ways. Somehow, this was hotter than taking off her clothes.
“Ah!” Both hands came down on Monique’s ass at the same time.
“Do you like it when I call you filthy, Princess?” The gentle way Helen rubbed her sub’s red flesh lured Monique back into reality. “Do you like being punished because you’re so dirty?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“In that case, you’re unbelievable. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a woman who takes so much pleasure in parading herself like this in front of me. Do you think it pleases me?”
Good Lord, Monique didn’t care. Her fingers burrowed beneath her lingerie and relieved some of the tension still inside her. “I hope so, Ms. Warner.”
“It does in that it tells me I can use you as I wish. It’s one thing for you to tell me that. It’s another to see it for myself.” Helen bent down, hands clasping Monique before yanking her up intoa half-embrace. Monique clutched Helen’s dress and fought to get it off her.She’s so warm.Anxious hands felt her skin and the soft but firm flesh beneath. Some of Monique’s hair came undone from her bun – she was almost too busy rubbing her hand against herself to notice. “Since you’re purely a vessel for my pleasure, I’m sure you won’t mind taking matters into your own hands, so to speak.”
Helen fumbled with her skirt, the cloth already out of the way by the time Monique rewarded herself with that heady scent she had tasted the first time they made love.Now we’re getting somewhere. Her sore ass reminded her that more discipline could be coming if she played this scene the right way.
Her Mistress’s groan excited her, and all Monique did was kiss through her underwear. Monique braced herself in the same furious way she had back in the Manoir, biting the silk in front of her teeth and burrowing her tongue toward the source of Helen’s sexuality. That was apparently the right thing to do, for Helen hoisted herself up against her bed and unleashed a moan so loud that Monique briefly worried that she would come just fromthat.
But Helen was a practiced Domme who could withhold her own pleasure while her princess serviced her pussy with nothing but what God gave them. Monique took her time, both in the hopes of pleasing Helen and fending off her own needs now that she had a distraction.
“You’re a talented lady,” Helen growled, her hand wrapped firmly around Monique’s bun. “Show me how talented you really are…”
Monique situated herself squarely between Helen’s legs, her knees trapped against the carpet as her lips parted across her Mistress’s underwear and attempted to disrobe her using nothing but greedy teeth that could bite enough. The underwear wasn’t the only thing keeping Monique from devouring everyinch of Helen’s nether lips, though. It was also the fantasies filling Monique’s mind every time she tasted Helen’s musk and turned her mouth over to what her thighs craved.Do I make her come?Monique yearned to feel her Mistress come against her face. Especially when Helen stroked her head and told Monique to maintain eye contact while keeping her wet enough to drink.
“Isn’t that the image of a naughty princess?” Helen’s voice wavered every time her pussy shuddered against Monique’s mouth. “If only your other suitors could see you like this. Don’t give me that look. I know there must be others out there who would kill to have you serve them.”
