Page 23 of The Holiday

Monique thought about the good feelings Helen had given her so far that day. Not only in the office but right here, using hermouth and fingers to make her come multiple times.Yes, I want more. I’m still not satisfied.

“No, ma’am!” The vibrator buzzed within her, threatening her inner walls with more stimulation. She was so wet by now that Helen struggled to keep her fingers and the toy inside her. “Please! Satisfy me!”

“You’re loud.” Helen pulled the vibrator out and tossed it onto the other end of the bed. When the vibrations finally subsided in Monique’s body, she realized so much of the tension in her core came from her undying need for her Domme to pleasure her more directly.I think I might actually be dying.

“You want the whole house to hear us having sex?”

The words fell from Monique’s lips before she could control them. “Yes!”

“Very well.” Helen perused the purse of plenty once more. God only knew what Monique had packed!My favorites. All of them.Most women brought their phone, makeup, and wallet, but no, not her. Not the madam of a house of ill-repute. Monique had thrown in chains, a vibrator, and…

Yes, that was a strap-on. Her favorite one, of course.

Monique continued to hold her legs open, counting all the prayers she had uttered over the past five minutes.

“Be loud so everyone knows how well I fuck the insatiable woman,” Helen said.

The sound bursting from Monique’s throat when Helen effortlessly thrust into her sounded almost inhuman. Like a roar, but more feminine, the lioness succumbing to what she wanted all along. Helen hooked her hands beneath Monique’s knees and pushed them up, taking her with every drop of energy she had.

She held up her end of the bargain by being as loud as she dared. Feeling Helen fuck her—hard, deep, and rough enough to stretch her—made that easy enough.I’m the happiest woman in the world when I’m fucked by this woman. She knew how toangle into her, how to stroke her sensitive core, and how to go at the right speed to see her breasts shake for her—but not so fast that she ran out of energy too soon.

Besides, there were other ways to send Monique Grant to the moon.

“Oh!” Helen lurched forward, shoving Monique halfway off the bed. She held her down by the abdomen with one hand, steadying her, keeping her safe as she thrust into her and watched her head dip toward the floor. “Holy shit, Helen!”

“Holy shit is right…” Her hands grabbed Monique’s breasts, her strap-on continuing to reach deep within her. “You are so fucking hot.”

Those were the words she said, yet Monique could barely parse them. The blood was rushing to her head, making her woozy to the point of heightening her senses while also threatening to knock her out.

She had to come. She had to come now, and hard.

“Take me, Helen! Please!” The more she begged, the more she wanted it.

“Oh, I am.”

She didn’t have to finish her thought. Monique knew what she was thinking. Right now.

Feeling new pulsations—not from the vibrator, but from Helen—sent Monique through new experiences. The blood in her head, the woman inside her, and the thoughts swarming her body conspired to make her come the hardest yet, her body urging Helen to go as fast as she dared. With what little sanity she had left, Monique concentrated on riding out her orgasm, channeling the climactic energy to her inner muscles that inspired Helen’s release.

“Come for me, Helen…”At least pretend.

Her hands snatched Monique’s shoulders, pulling her onto her strap-on as everything that was once dark was now hot, burning light.

“Helen!”

No matter how many times she cried that name, it never felt wrong or too tired. How could it be when it only brought Monique closer to Helen’s heart? As she groaned in approval and left her fiancée spent for the second time that day, Helen eased Monique back onto the bed and curled two delicate arms around her.

“Monique.”

Her effort to cry her name was instead a mere, breathless whisper. Monique snorted in amusement, her senses returning to her the longer she stayed in Helen’s arms.

“Do you think anyone heard us?”

Helen slapped her hand against her forehead. “I have no idea. I don’t care. I’m too satisfied to care.” She lowered her hand, looking at Monique through languid eyes. “Are you satisfied, Princess?”

Monique kissed her bare chest, feeling like a spoiled princess as she remained tight in her embrace. “I am very satisfied, Ms. Warner. Probably too satisfied to keep going tonight.”

“Unfortunately, me too.”

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