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“And the den?” Monique asked, gesturing to the room they watched movies in last night.
Helen stepped away. “No. I want you to stay in here and think about what you’ve done.”
“What have I done?”
Helen stopped shy of the door. “Stolen my heart. You’ll be disciplined for that indiscretion later.”
Before Monique could bid her farewell again, Helen slipped into the main hallway… and locked the door behind her.
Locked?
Monique tested the door for herself. Nothing happened.She locked me in here!Heart racing, Monique went to the bathroom door and found it opened with no resistance. The drawing room door, on the other hand, was as stubborn as the main door leading to the hallway.
Monique sank on the edge of the bed, a terrifying image entering her mind.
My ex tied me to the bed and locked me in our room for a whole day.Twenty-four hours. For twenty-four hours, Monique was trapped like a prisoner in her bedroom. What could have been a hot dalliance in power and control had left Monique strained, bruised from her bindings, and on the verge of tears because she had never felt so used. And not in a good way.
Helen didn’t know any of that. In her mind, this was business as usual with a sub.
Calm down, dumbass. Monique pulled her legs up on the bed, folding them into a meditative position. After a few deep breaths, she settled her nerves and reminded herself that Helen was not Jacqueline. She was playing games. They were in a scene. Monique wasn’t confined to a bed for almost twenty-four hours, left to cry in her pillow while her arms hung painfully above her and her bladder screamed for relief. There was nothing fun or pleasurable in that. Maybe some subs got off on that, but the problem was…
By that point, Monique no longer trusted Jacqueline.
The kind of relationship Monique wanted with a Domme could not be achieved without a high level of trust. It wasn’t possible. A sub who couldn’t trust her Mistress was one of the lowest things on Earth. Monique swore she would never go back to something like that.
Breakfast was delivered by a maid about twenty minutes later. That was Monique’s chance to escape if she wanted to.The fact I’m even thinking about it…She once again had to regroup and remind herself that Helen was not Jacqueline. If anything, she was simply ignorant to the extent of the hell Monique had been through only a year ago.
So when the servant stepped out, Monique did not panic when she heard the door lock again. Nor did she feel ashamed that such a person saw her in a sexy piece of lingerie. Brand newlingerie, insinuating that it had recently been given to her. In a mussed bed, no less.
Monique was used to nonchalant help. Yet how many women had they seen in Mistress Helen’s suite?
She ate her breakfast and left the tray sitting on the dresser. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Monique curled into bed, bringing Helen’s pillow to her nose and inhaling as if she would never again have the chance to revel in her scent.
Such a moment was brought to an end after Monique dozed off and slept for who knew how long. When she awoke, it was to the sound of someone unlocking the bedroom door and helping herself in.
“You fell asleep?” Helen shut the door behind her. She glanced at the empty breakfast tray and clicked her tongue. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re taking advantage of me.”
I should tell her.Tell her about that horrible experience Monique had at the hands of her ex. On the flip side, Monique wanted to see how their scene played out.I still want her after all. Helen, standing straight in her striking skirt and blouse. Monique pined for her as she had pined during their time apart. “I’m not, ma’am. I was sleepy.”
She knelt on her legs upon the bed, hands in her lap while Helen stepped forward and looked her up and down. “Well, if you were sleeping, then you didn’t think about what I told you. How can you ask me to forgive your indiscretions if you didn’t even bother?”
What should I say?On one hand, Monique did not want to displease her Mistress. On the other? Discipline was one of her favorite words. “How was your meeting, ma’am?”
“Don’t change the subject.” Helen took her guest’s wrist and brought Monique’s hand up to her cheek. Their faces were dangerously close as if Helen would plant her lips right on Monique – but she didn’t. “I spent my whole meeting thinking ofyou. Thinking of your mouth on my body yesterday. Did you like that?”
“Of course, Ms. Warner.”
“I bet you wanted something a bit… more, though. Tell me, how badly did you want me to fuck you?”
“Badly.”
Helen stepped back, although her eyes never left the present. Monique leaned back enough to push her chest up in her Mistress’s direction. She was starved for Helen’s attention. Just according to plan, probably.
“No, I don’t think so.” Helen backed away. “I don’t think you want me that badly.”
“Of course I do!”
Helen opened one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a silk restraint. “You say that, but I have yet to see you really writhe in need.”
