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“Yes, please. I love it when you fuck me like that.”
“I know you do. Trust me, I’ve already thought this through.” Helen turned away. The real reason she wanted to bring Monique into the bedroom to finish this soon came to light when she opened the chest at the end of her bed. “I’m not opposed, of course. It still takes energy andplentyof stamina for a hungry woman like you, Princess, but I love seeing the look on your face when you’re stretched to your limits.” Helen flung a set of black straps over her shoulder. Monique, who didn’t dare move her legs where her Mistress had wanted them, craned her head to see. “Although… we could getreallynaughty. Now that you’re officially my sub, how do you feel about we do something new? Because we could use the same one as before…” Helen lifted the familiar strap-on that Monique was already well-acquainted with. “Or we could use this one that I bought just for this occasion. I only took it out of its package to make sure it was clean.”
Monique squirmed, her spread thighs so eager that her toes curled within her heels.I want to, but…Helen would not be the first to use that kind of toy with her.Technically, it was Etta who was into that… but…Jacqueline had done it, too. For very different reasons.
Don’t. Think. About. Her.This was Monique’s erotic evening with her new Mistress, the one she desperately hoped to answer to for the rest of her natural life. The only reason to think about the abusive ex was to realize how different this was from then. Helen was systematically erasing every trace of Jacqueline and marking Monique with their own medley of pain and pleasure. Fucking each other with a particular type of toy was just one day to do that.
“I want you to make me feel things that I can’t with anyone else again,” Monique said.
The black straps whisked around Helen’s waist. “How will I do that?”
“By giving me all that thing's got."
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I think you might be a particular woman. Asking me to fuck and come inside you like it’s nothing.” Helen returned to her submissive’s side, preparing their brand-new toy for sex. She set the bottle on the nightstand and adjusted the straps, a feast for Monique’s randy eyes.She’s unfathomable.Silver dress wrinkled and mussed from the sex they already had, face flushed from pleasure, and her dark, golden hair caressing the chest she still kept restrained within her clothing. Now, her new extension of her ego rested against Monique’s mound, tormenting her. “Do you want me to go fast or slow?”
“Fast, please.” Monique pulled her legs farther apart. “Make it hurt.”
“I don’t know.” Fingers as wide as Monique’s opening pulled aside the meager piece of fabric covering her slit. Helen smiled at the amount of arousal Monique spared her.I can feel it running down to my…Everything was ready down there. All she needed was Helen. “Can you stay soft-voiced if I fuck you fast? Usually you’re loud, and I don’t want to hear that right now.”
“I can be quiet.” Monique held in a sigh as Helen rubbed silicone against her wetness.I want to cover you in it.Every time the head of her toy stroked her clit, more arousal emerged, leaving her skin too wet to bear. Helen sucked in her breath.Yes… She wanted Monique, still. Monique swore she saw her Mistress’s nipples poking through two layers of fabric as Helen delightfully threatened to completely take her on their collaring night.
“You must be quiet. No screaming, shouting, or crying out too loudly.” Helen unlocked the handcuffs again, guiding Monique’s hands to hold up her legs from beneath the knees. With the crotch of her corset pulled aside, she looked so ridiculous that she was turned on all over again.Humiliate me in a way that makes me want you more, Ms. Warner.
“Fuck me, Mistress. Please.” Monique almost moaned her words. “I can take it.”
The tip pushed slightly into her. “You want me to fuck you here?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Monique’s grip tightened beneath her knees, spreading them apart as wide as possible while keeping an eye on what went on down there. “I want to feel it with you.”
“I know.” Sweat dotted Helen’s brow, dress unzipping to let her skin breathe. “Now keep those legs good and spread. I like this look, like you’re served on my silver platter.”
Monique didn’t have time to think about that. She was too busy holding back a cry as Helen drove into her.
Helen never broke a promise. Not when it came to going fast and hard, as if Monique were a mere means to a sexual end.I think I’m dying. Her Mistress slammed into her, hard, powerful, and promising to make good on another mark in her body. Monique moaned so loudly that Helen clamped her hand over her mouth.
She also grabbed the leash andpulled.
“Ah!” Monique jerked up, hands still hooked beneath her knees. “Helen! Don’t…” she had to catch her bearings. “Don’t stop…”
“Why not?” Helen’s thrusts slowed, but she still moved within Monique. “Are you close? Do you want to come?”
A rib-shaking moan meant Monique could only nod.Please, please, I want to!Her core had burst into a frenzy of arousal and the reverberating need for relief. Helen was inside her. All she needed now was an orgasm strong enough to make her come again. Monique needed to feel Helen fill her while she climaxed and hopefully transcended to another world.
The collar tightened around the neck as the leash jerked in Helen’s hand. “Beg for it.”
“Please, spoil me, Mistress.” Monique’s nails dug deeply into her thighs. “Please let me come with you.”
“Now’s the time to start being loud, Princess. I want this whole house to know how impure my new sub is. How impureImade her.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Helen released the leash and allowed Monique’s head to hit her pillow. Hands went to her marked breasts instead, forking fingers around her nipples while thrusting below again.
“Thank you!” Monique cried, as she displayed how easy it was for Helen to fuck her now. No resistance. No doubts that her body craved for this intense affection. “Oh, thank you…”
Helen reached so deep within her that Monique worried she might split in half. After all, she was a petite woman, and her body sometimes felt barely big enough to take on a strap-on like Helen’s.I can’t get any fuller.Helen may be on her third round of sex already, but her virility was still strong enough to consume Monique and make her pray that this never ended.I love it. I love it all.The sweetness on her lips. The stains on her breasts. Helen wanted everything Monique had, and she would willinglygive it. Even better if she could prove to the world that she had been good enough for Helen’s gifts.
Monique was on the edge. Helen was about to let her come, and she made sure it would be worthwhile as she stood up straight, hands balanced on Monique’s bent knees while fucking her opened and welcoming body.
