Page 22 of The Holiday

Monique wavered between fantasy and reality. Most people didn’t want to hear the answer to that question. They couldn’t handle it. But Helen wasn’t like most women. Usually, when she asked a question, even during a role-play, she wanted to hear the truth, for better or worse.

“She was stricter than you, ma’am.” That was the truth. The thing Monique liked most about being in a relationship with Etta was that she knew how to stimulate Monique’s need to serve and be controlled. The only problem was that she didn’t know how to live that life forever.Almost as if that’s how I am.She wasn’t like Jamie, who had a more domineering personality. “You give me a lot of leeway with your orders.”

“Is that so?” The vibrator returned to Monique’s nipple, arching her back as she gasped. “Did her being strict with you turn you on? Did she reward you well?”

“Yes, ma’am…” Monique closed her eyes. Her head was close to the edge of the bed, and with one minor adjustment, her hair spilled over. “Whenever I obeyed, she rewarded me.”

“With what?”

“Sex.”

“What kind of sex, Monique? I want to know what rewards you obey so well for.”

She whimpered, feeling the vibrator move from her nipple to her cleavage, then to her other nipple. “She would go down on me, sometimes.”

“And?” The vibrator pushed harder against Monique’s nipple. So hard that she lost more of her arousal to her thighs. Helen chuckled to see it.

Once the pleasure subsided, Monique said, “She’d fuck me.”

“Let me guess your favorite position.”

Helen moved as if she were about to flip Monique over and take her from behind. Jolts of anticipation struck her, and it had nothing to do with the vibrator.

“Kidding.” Helen sat back, stroking Monique’s slick thighs. “I’ll tell you what. Do what I say, and you’ll get an even better reward than she could ever give you.”

Monique sighed in relief. “Yes, Mistress. What is your wish, ma’am?” Those words were almost too hard to say. Breath was too precious.

“Oh, I am a woman with simple needs, Monique.” The vibrator rubbed against her folds. “Impress me with how hard you come from this, and I’ll reward you.”

Another shot of that ghostly sound hit Monique’s ears, but she ignored it. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll prove myself worthy of your reward, Ms. Warner.”

That wouldn’t be hard to accomplish. Not when the vibrator lingered on her clit before slipping halfway into her spread opening.

There were many layers of vulnerability, and Monique felt like she was experiencing all of them at once. Her open legs shook around Helen’s hips, inviting her to look deep within, past her skin, past her hair, past the wetness spilling from her with every tiny, climactic convulsion.

Then there was how Helen drank her in, her hand rubbing Monique’s breast, lips curling in need – but laced in restraint – to suck her. When she finally succumbed, Helen wrapped both lips around her lace-covered nipple and lashed her tongue against it. Monique shuddered as the first hard wave of orgasm crashed into her.

“Oh, God!” The vibrations below and the sucking above combined to take her to a plane of reality that she didn’t even know existed. It was the power of machine, unrelenting and perpetual, and the passion of her Domme – almost as unrelenting and perpetual. Helen’s human limitations were nowhere to be seen right now.

Helen lifted her head and whispered into Monique’s ear as she began to ride out her orgasm. “Show me what I get if I choose to reward you.”

She wanted a show. Monique was hopped up enough on her orgasm to do that.

“Shit!” She didn’t usually curse during sex, but sometimes the situation called for it. Like when her whole body was being taken over by her desire to fuck this woman and show her how worthy she was. “Helen! Please!”

“Please, what?” The vibrator remained lodged inside her, forcing Monique to live through another orgasm as it instantly claimed her. “As hot as you are right now, I need better than that.”

“Please fuck me!” Monique wanted to clutch her, but her bound arms made that impossible. The chains dug into her back. The soreness spreading through her was exactly what she needed to know that she had done well. “Please, Mistress!”

That was blunt. But Monique was crazed, and when she got that way, she came dangerously close to losing her manners in front of her Domme. The woman liked it, though. Whether she said she would or not, she always rewarded it.

“Why do you want something like that, hm?” Helen drove the vibrator deeper, thumb and forefinger following. Monique cried out, legs jerking in the air as her frustration exploded. It was orgasmic, and yet it wasn’t good enough. She wanted to feel Helen fill her withmore.

“Aren’t you getting all the pleasure you need right now?”

Monique tried to answer, but her words were a mess of pleasurable noises.

“I see. Fact of the matter is, you’re always hungry for more. Are you ever satisfied?”

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