Page 20 of The Holiday

Chapter 8

Monique

“Did you hear that?”

Helen sat up, three chains hanging from her hands. Monique was halfway tied up, her arms hooked behind her back and her ankles twisting to gain purchase on the bed.

“No,” Helen said, going back to strapping up her fiancée. “What was it?”

Monique shifted on her legs, trying to reclaim the tenderness she felt only a few moments ago when Helen started tying her arms behind her back. The chains Monique packed in her suitcase were her favorite for traveling. They fit nicely into any nook and cranny, and airport security didn’t think “kinky” at first glance. No, that judgment was saved for whatever sex toy or vibrator she managed to get in there. Or handcuffs. Handcuffs were great for trips in the car, no matter where they were in theworld.Pretty soon she’ll have Topped me on every continent.That included Antarctica.

“I thought I heard some moaning.” Monique quickly went back on her words. “I mean… not the fun kind. The creepy kind.”

Helen tugged on the chains. They were loose enough around Monique’s wrists that she could release herself from them at will… but why would she? A woman like her preferred the pressure of, ‘You belong to me, and I get to do whatever I want to you.’WhenHelen laid her down on the bed, straddling her hips as she removed her dress, Monique swooned.

“I think this place might be haunted.”

The sweaterdress Helen wore that day dangled from her hand. For a woman about to toss it over the side of the bed, she now looked like she didn’t know what to do with it.

“That’s a bold statement,” she said. “What gives you that idea?”

“Ooooh.”

“There it is again.” Monique craned her head toward the bedroom door. “It’s a ghost.”

“Either that or my sister thinks she’s cute… again.”

“Now, Helen.”

“She was rough on Halloween.”

Monique rolled her eyes. Eve, with one too many drinks in her system that Halloween, came home with the bright idea to throw a sheet over her head and wander around her sister’s wing of the manor making ghost noises. Helen was so weirded out by it that when she erupted from her chambers the door went right into her sister’s face and nearly broke her nose.At least it sobered her up.

“Let’s not talk about your sister right now.”

Helen planted both hands on either side of Monique’s head, lowering her nose until they both touched.

“I did the right thing dragging her up here, right?”

The hell did I just say?They weren’t having a role-play scene, but Monique didn’t dare talk back to her Domme when they were making love. Ruined the fantasy for her and Helen.

“I think you did what was best for your family,” she said. “She’s been stressed out lately. I never went to grad school, but I can imagine it being tough, especially since she seems to take it seriously.” Most of their fellow millionaires and billionaires went to grad school as a matter of course and scooted by with the bare minimum of effort and donations. Not Eve. She was determined to get good feedback so she could prove to her sister that she was ready to take on responsibilities in the family business. But this meant the clashing of a dominant, no-nonsense personality with the rigid world of graduate business school.

“So, I did the right thing making her disconnect for a weekend?”

“You did the right thing.” Monique winced as a chain dug into her wrist. “Now, dear, I would greatly appreciate it if we could continue. I’m about to turn into a pumpkin.”

Helen nipped her lips. “It’s barely ten-thirty.”

“By the time we’re finished, it will be the midnight hour.” Helen’s ability to go again and again was incomparable. Especially when compared to the other Dommes in the house.Well, I only know about Etta.For all Monique knew, Ira held the record for most consecutive orgasms.

“Hey, there, Miss Cloudy Eyes.” Helen patted Monique’s face to get her attention again. “How about we focus on me? I need attention.”

“Of course, dear. I wouldn’t dream of giving anyone but you attention.”

Helen sat back up, her muscles flexing with every subtle movement.Tease me some more, why don’t you?Seemed like Monique rarely got to see her fiancée like this. Even when theymade love, Helen was either naked in the dark or wearing almost all her clothes. It was Monique who ended up nude or nearly naked by the time Helen took her.

“Nobody but me, huh? What are you implying, Monique? That you’ve been thinking about someone else tonight?”

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