Page 21 of The Holiday

Monique wanted to roll her eyes again but instead focused on the far-off ghostly sounds she heard once more. “I wouldn’t say that at all.”

“Well, there are a few other capable dominants here tonight. You’re human. It makes sense, I suppose.” Helen patted Monique’s legs, so they opened around her.

Glad I didn’t put my underwear back on after getting out of the bath.A bath laced with luxurious bubbles and plenty of cuddling.The woman knows how to bathe with her lover. I almost fell asleep. Again.Wouldn’tbe the first time Monique fell asleep in Helen’s arms during a bath, especially after sex.

“I swear I didn’t think a single naughty thought about them, ma’am.” Monique knew how to play this game. In fact, she rather hoped it would end with her getting just punishment. As good as it felt having that dominating quickie in the office, Monique could go for something a bit more… involved. “I only have eyes for you.”

“That’s what you say, but I know for a fact that you know the touch of at least one of those women. Not to mention…” Helen snorted. “Hearing that spectacle earlier…”

“I could’ve anticipated that.” Monique knew how Etta Coleman worked, in more ways than one. They were better in the bedroom than as a couple.I much prefer Helen’s brand, though. Cool, confident, unbothered… even if another Domme was dragging her girlfriend into another room to fuck her brains out as loudly as possible.

The whole house had heard Jamie screaming. Monique would have been jealous except she was still placated from earlier.

“You’re trying to tell me that it didn’t even get you the littlest bit worked up?”

“Why, Helen?” Monique lifted her hips, guiding her thighs toward her fiancee’s. “Did you get worked up again hearing that? Or were you thinking about her fucking me like that?” She smiled, unleashing the devil from within. “Because she has.”

“Now, my princess…” Helen’s voice was laced with warning. “No need to be so ornery. You’ve already won me. I still want you.”

Monique’s smile widened. “You want me even more now.”

“I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Yes, you are. Every woman isthatkind of woman.”

Helen grinned back at her. “I think you want every woman to bethatwoman.”

“Perhaps. Can you be that kind of woman for me, Helen?”

“For you, my dear, I’ll be any woman you want and then some.”

The smile on Monique’s face could have torn her apart. “Prove it.”

She wasn’t sure what she had asked for, exactly, but she was pretty sure she was going to appreciate it.

“Now, now.” Helen pulled Monique closer to her, her firm body pressing against Monique's skin. Through her winter leggings, of course. Helen wasn’t the type to get naked in fewer than five seconds. She liked to… draw things out. Another thing Monique greatly appreciated. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, sweetheart. Especially after you’ve been fantasizing about other Dommes. And right before Christmas? I think you want to break my heart. Instead…” Helen reached into Monique’s purse, perched on the far side of the bed.What goodies are you going for, dear?“I’ll break your body.”

Demure vibrations hit Monique’s thigh.Uh oh.

When the tiny vibrator struck her clit, she nearly bolted away from Helen and toppled over the side of the bed.

“Ah!” The pulsations were intense, and she knew that was on the lowest setting. Yet it rubbed against her, sending wave after wave of vibrations through her body – well, mostly her center. Monique involuntarily released her arousal all over her skin, much to Helen’s amusement.

“The one thing I’ve gathered from you in the time we have known each other, Monique,” Helen said, trailing the vibrator up her fiancée’s abdomen and to the base of her breasts, “is that you’re very, very easy to arouse. All it takes is the promise of aggressive sex, and you’re like a rocket ready to pop off.” To prove her point, Helen rested the tiny vibe on top of Monique’s breast, letting it stimulate her already sensitive nipple until she moaned, legs shaking, arms jerking in their chains. “No wonder you let your mind stray to other Dommes.”

I don’t…Shit, she had almost forgotten what they were doing.

“Do you confess?” Helen moved the vibrator to Monique’s other nipple. “Or do I need to torture you some more?”

She glanced at the state of her body, seeing two peaked nipples that begged to have Helen suck them. She would, too, if Monique behaved and did as she was told. Just tell me what to do… I will do it. Monique was never not putty in Helen’s hands.

“I confess…” She bit her lip, feeling her nipple nearly bruise beneath the weight of those vibrations. “I was thinking of another woman.”

“I don’t have to ask which one. I know. A woman never forgets her previous Dommes and how good they made her feel.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

“Tell me, my princess,” Helen said, voice low and grating. She held the vibrator up, still going, struggling helplessly to touch any patch of skin it could. “How do I compare to her?”

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