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She also had no more bearings… for Helen thrust into her, filling every crevice of her being with half her hand.

The woman told her to be quiet, so she was quiet… buttheyweren’t quiet. Helen grunted into Monique’s throat, and every thrust of her wrist slammed Monique against the wall. And the sound they made together! If Monique could hear it, then certainly the others could hear it.They better be getting off on it.The thought thrilled Monique. She had more than a streak of exhibitionism in her.

“Relax and hold still, Monique,” Helen warned her. “I’m going to finish you.”

She closed her eyes, welcoming Helen into her, deeper, harder, faster. Helen’s arm hammered against Monique’s thighs,touching her innermost place, stretching and taunting her sensitive flesh on the outside.

I’m gonna die.Between not being able to moan and the swell of an orgasm inside her, Monique might yet pass out from overstimulation. Helen knew. She knew every inch of Monique’s body, including what angle she needed to take her at… if she wanted to push her over the edge. She did that now. She held one leg high up, after all, giving her the access necessary to make Monique soundlessly orgasm.

“Helen!” that blip of a shout was all she emitted, and it was into her jacket, muffled, but still intense. Climax claimed her, shaking her thighs, her abdomen, and her breasts as they bounced for her Domme’s visual pleasure. The cold air made them hard. The heat she created with Helen was enough to make her forget about it.

“Claim me,” Monique whispered into her ear. “Please, ma’am, claim me.”

No greater thrill. No greater honor.

…Than feeling her Domme lose control.

“Monique.” Helen sounded famished. Controlled, but famished. Helen wasn’t getting hers now, but she would later. This indulging was her foreplay for bedtime when she would doubtlessly lose herself all over Monique. “Oh, fuck…”

She quivered when Helen thrust deeply enough to have all of her. The way she filled Monique wasn’t just forherpleasure – Helen surely enjoyed it as well, saving this for later.

Helen’s hand remained within Monique, panting for lost breath. As her posture softened, however, she had no choice but to withdraw from Monique and ease her foot back onto the floor. Monique instantly missed the strength and power impaling her to the wall.

“God, that was what I needed.” Helen held herself against said wall as Monique pulled down both of her skirts.Where did I puther leggings? Damnit. They’re over there. Monique would have to fetch them before Helen absentmindedly walked out there with her sweaterdress barely covering her ass!

“Thank you, ma’am.” First, she quickly kissed Helen, smiling at the cozy feeling this warmth gave her pleasured folds. “I couldn’t have begged for better.”

“I daresay not. I’ve probably got carpal tunnel. You’ll have to reward me for that later.”

Helen pulled her into a loving embrace, tenderly kissing Monique’s skin and nuzzling against her cheek. Monique giggled, gaining the courage to ask if she should go wash herself up.I need the courage in case she tells me to.

“What do you want, my naughty nymph?” Helen tipped Monique’s chin up with her eager fingers. “I’ll let you decide. Do you want to parade around knowing you’re still wet for me?”

Monique bit her bottom lip. “I like the idea of everyone else knowing how much I want you. That I belong to you.”

“Then don’t wash up. We should go join the others before they miss us and start guessing, though.”

They left the office together, informing the butler that someone should turn on the heater in the office.

Chapter 5

Kathleen

“They want us to have Christmas in New York City,” Eve said, slamming back her third brandy of the hour. “They spend the whole year in Wyoming and think we’re going to gallivant around NYC for the holidays. Who wants to spend Christmas snowed in like that? I don’t.”

Kathleen pretended to be listening intently, but in truth, the words barely funneled through her brain. She was busy staring at her partner, currently amusing herself with a game of chess against Etta Coleman. Finally, someone to play chess with.Ira was always bothering Kathleen to learn how to play, but she wasn’t into those kinds of games. She much preferredbodygames to ones that asked her to use most of her brain.

“At least your mother wants to spend Christmas with you,” Kathleen said, sighing. Her whole body was crossed. Her legs. Her arms. Her eyes if she stared at her partner for too long. “Nobody can get mine to leave Europe. My father and I are goingto the Mathisons’ for Christmas. Not my first holiday without her, but…”

The door opened, admitting Helen and Monique back from their sojourn. Eve made a face to shock the ages as they walked by, sitting on the once-empty loveseat.

“What?”

Eve leaned in, whispering into Kathleen’s ear. “They totally did it. The perverts.”

“How can you tell?” Helen and Monique always looked like that—smitten and absorbed with one another. Tell me I look like that with my partner and I will kill you.She couldn’t even imagine it. She saved the puppy faces for private. A nice reward for Ira when she was good.

“Oh, I can tell,” Eve continued. “I unfortunately know all about it by now.”

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