Page 6 of The Holiday

With her hand still wrapped around Helen’s thigh, Monique grinned. “I’m glad you didn’t wait, ma’am. I would have offered myself in the car… if it weren’t for…”

“Don’t remind me of her right now, please.”

“Of course not. Just know that I want you too, ma’am.”

“Naturally. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be doing this, right?” Helen took Monique by the back of her head and pushed her toward the center of her current universe. “Don’t forget why you’re here, Monique.”

Monique could never. Her need to please Helen was as great as her own need to be pleased right now.

Helen guided Monique farther, pressing into her lips and letting out a low moan when Monique’s tongue made contact. Helen wasn’t the type of Domme to hurt her by being rough; instead, she was content to lean back and let Monique do the work. The vibrations of Monique’s kisses along her slit sent sparks through Helen’s body, while Monique’s hands roamed expertly, one clutching her like a prize while the other introduced itself to Helen’s entrance. She wouldn’t let it in, though. Not without her Domme’s express permission.

“Are you ready?” Helen tugged on Monique’s curls with enough force to make her gasp. “I hope you are. Because I’m going to take that sweet pussy of yours very soon.”

Monique muffled a groan, heat blooming between her legs in anticipation. I want her inside me.Merely tasting Helen’s essence on her tongue was enough to drive her mad.

“Go. Now.”

Monique obeyed without hesitation. She existed to obey.

She leaned against the nearest wall, skirt hiked around her waist as Helen slid between her legs. Helen’s strong hands roamed over Monique’s body, caressing and claiming.Me.

“This damn dress,” Helen grumbled, struggling to access Monique’s breasts. “Why are you wearing this?”

“Because you liked it,” Monique whispered, breathless. “Don’t you remember? You said it perfectly accentuated my figure.”

“It does, but I would like to get closer to your figure, and this thing won’t let me.”

Finally, after much muttering and pulling on Monique’s dress, Helen had yanked the hem up over her breasts. She laughed to find her braless; she cursed to find her wearing underwear. How dare Monique keep things the way they were supposed to be outside of sex?

Yet Monique knew how this worked… understood how their relationship functioned. Unless she was ill or otherwisedisinterested in sex, she had to be ready to go. That meant she wore a pair of underwear that was easy to pull aside.

“Look at you,” Helen growled, her index finger lazily rubbing Monique’s clit between two inviting folds. Monique shuddered, whimpered, and melted against the wall. “All that for me. I don’t dare let you have any of it.”

“I would never,” Monique said between gasps of delight. Helen’s finger came precariously close to entering her more than once. “It’s all for you, ma’am. You did it, so it’s only right that you get to take it as your spoils.”

“My spoils?” Helen pulled her hand up and touched the corner of Monique’s mouth. “Taking the princess metaphor a bit too far. You’re making me think you’re locked in a tower, lustful as hell, and without another woman’s touch for years…”

“Then you come along, raid my kingdom, break-in, and fuck me hard in my bed as I’ve been praying for all these years. Yes, Helen. Yes. Fuck me.”

“What do we say?”

Monique’s lip twitched. “Fuck me,please, ma’am.”

Helen hoisted one of Monique’s legs, wrapping it around her waist as she rubbed two fingers in Monique’s wetness. “No, Princess. Beg for it.”

There were voices out in the hallway. Had a half hour passed already? Was everyone heading to dinner? Did Jem show up with a huge gotcha to her guests? Did Monique give a shit?

Certainly not. She was needy, she was pinned against a wall with her Domme between her legs, and she had a set of talented fingers begging to enter her.

“Please, ma’am,” Monique whimpered, attempting to sound as vulnerable as possible. She imagined herself that princess in the tower, watching her kingdom burn miles away while the general knocked down her door and stood before her bed. Her core ached to be touched. Her breasts begged for attention.Her mouth wanted to be kissed again and again. She imagined herself, as this princess possibly facing her death but also beholding many paths to salvation.I would strip myself bare and beg to be taken by her, the worthy woman who has won my kingdom and my body.Even if this princess weren’t made a queen under the regime, she would still gladly give up everything if it meant sexual relief for the first time in years. “Fuck me now.”

“I will.” Helen’s finger pushed into her, making Monique groan into her shoulder. “But you have to be quiet. Can’t have the other guests hearing what you sound like when I take you. That’s only for me to enjoy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Monique tried to keep her eyes open, but they were rolling far into the back of her head from the relief Helen offered. Even though only her finger was inside Monique, she opened, her arousal betraying everything she kept to herself. “I’ll be quiet, Ms. Warner.”

“Good. Because if you make a sound loud enough for them to hear, I will stop this whether you’ve climaxed or not. Do you understand?”

Monique nodded. She no longer had any words.

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