Page 5 of The Holiday

“No, thank you. I’ll chew her out later.” Helen guided Monique across the hall, her pace rough and fast. The woman was taller than Monique, and it was moments like these that made her feel so overpowered… in a good way.I’m being herded. Lovely. She liked it when her Domme took absolute control. She contained a smile. Monique liked where this was going.

The room was dark when they entered, and it remained dark after Helen latched the door behind them. As soon as Monique’s eyes adjusted to the faint light coming through the windows, she felt Helen’s hand touch her stomach, drawing her into a backward embrace.

“I can’t believe the number of people here,” Helen muttered into her ear, hold as firm as a vise. “And I thought I was taking a chance bringing my sister with us. At least she would keep to herself…”

Monique shifted to find more comfort. “I had a feeling you were a bit ornery, ma’am.” Monique knew Helen had likely wanted her the moment they arrived. Finding this many people around must have disrupted Helen’s plans. “I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you earlier.”

“Oh, the feeling is usually mutual, isn’t it?” Helen’s hand grasped Monique’s breast through her crimson dress. A warm, thick fabric—perfect for leaving the bra behind. Monique had thought the weekend would be private, with only Helen’s sister off doing homework.

The lack of a bra meant Helen’s fingers quickly found a hardened nipple to pinch. Monique squirmed, grinding her ass against Helen’s thighs.Here we go…

“Tell me what you want, ma’am.” This was their escape—a weekend dedicated to cranking up their Dom/sub dynamic. Nothing excited Monique more than knowing Helen was pleased with her service. There was a reason Monique ran the best BDSM house in the nation—bold enough to say it wasthebest. There was also a reason she knew who among her elite clientele were vegetarians and who weren’t.

Helen hissed in her ear, the words making Monique’s pulse race. Jokes about produce flickered in Monique’s mind, but they quickly evaporated.

She had a task. Her knees hit the carpet, the rest of her crawling toward the chair where Helen made herself comfortable and wrestled her winter-lined leggings free from her thighs. Monique patiently waited for the leggings to be in her hands, Helen’s flats kicked aside and her legs spread open. If there was one thing this woman loved, it was to relax in a chair while her sub ate her out.Anywhere, anytime, ma’am.

Helen was already wet.

“Yes, that’s what I want.” Helen tugged on Monique’s dark curls as her mouth found the length of her Domme’s slit. Monique’s tongue trailed along the underside, savoring Helen’s delectable taste. Her lips teased where Helen’s entrance met her clit—a spot Monique had discovered by happy accident drove her Domme wild.

“Keep that up, and this will turn into a quickie.”

Monique pulled her lips away long enough to whisper, “Is that not what you want, ma’am? We’ll have plenty of time later… after dinner.” She knew the weekend would be full of couples doing exactly what she and Helen were planning—hours spent in pleasure.

It’s why we came, after all.Monique’s bag contained more than clothes and toiletries—plenty of toys for the weekend.Batteries were removed, of course.Only the freshest ones for my getaway.

“You know what I mean, Princess.” Helen gathered Monique’s hair into a firm grip, exposing the back of her neck. “I assume you’ll want some pleasure too.”

Monique teased Helen with her tongue, inhaling her intoxicating scent.God, I could get drunk on this.She slipped her hand between her legs, stroking her slit beneath the dress. She needed to get wet—fast.

“I have faith in you, ma’am.” Monique tried not to sound too cheeky. She truly did have faith in Helen, who had proven time and time again that she could go all night. Helen simply needed… the right encouragement.

“Nevertheless, I’m charging you with keeping me under control.”

Big order, but I’ll take it. Monique slid her lips down Helen’s mound, controlling her breathing. One hand gripped Helen’s thigh, massaging her softly as the Domme groaned.

How long has she been waiting to take me like this?Monique tasted the essence of her girlfriend’s arousal.How was she so calm earlier, chatting with everyone like nothing was going on?Monique bet Helen had planned to throw her down on their bed and ravish her before dinner—if not for Jem Mercier’s mix-up, piling three groups of friends into one villa.

Honestly, Monique could believe it was either negligence or mischief on Jem’s part.

Helen wasn’t the silent type when it came to moments like these—she knew how much Monique craved validation. She needed to know her Domme was pleased.Tell me I’m doing a good job. Tell me no other sub compares.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Helen murmured. “Consume me, Princess.”

Was there anything better than being at the beck and call of a woman like Helen Warner? She took care of Monique, cherished her, and knew exactly how to make love to her. Helen understood what Monique needed, physically and emotionally. In return, Monique devoted herself fully—thinking of ways to please and serve.

Even punishment, when warranted, was part of their dynamic. Though Helen hadn’t needed to punish her for a long time. They were so in sync that Monique could read her Domme’s desires with a glance.

She opened her eyes, gazing up into the dark, knowing Helen was watching her.

She choked a little.

“Careful, Princess.” Helen’s voice was smooth, with that familiar edge that sent a thrill down Monique’s spine. She adored being called Princess—equal parts cherished and submissive. When Helen called her "Wolf Queen," though… that was something else entirely.

Monique pulled back, sundered by the heat lingering on her face. “May I speak?”

“Of course.”

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