Chapter 4
Eventually they took their wine through to Helena’s bedroom, a large, tastefully decorated room that occupied one corner of her apartment, floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls looking out over the city.
Helena’s bed was king-sized, the sheets a dark grey that she’d chosen because they looked sophisticated.
The room was lit by the two bedside lamps, dimmed low to create a suitably sophisticated atmosphere, one where you could see each other easily but didn’t feel like you were on display.
“Where do you want me?” Helena asked, standing in the middle of the room, giving Juliana the space to direct.
Juliana took a breath, composing herself. Helena could see her centring herself, accessing the confidence they’d been working on, squaring her shoulders, meeting Helena’s eyes.
“Sit on the edge of the bed. Back straight, eyes ahead.”
Helena obeyed, sitting and looking up at Juliana. The height difference in this position put Juliana above her, which she knew was deliberate… they’d discussed how physical positioning affected the psychological dynamic.
Juliana walked over and stood in front of Helena, close. She reached out and tilted Helena’s chin up with one finger, a move Helena had taught her. “Look at me.”
Helena looked. Juliana’s eyes were bright with a mix of desire and determination. She was so earnest in her effort, so obviously pleased each time she got something right, it was genuinely thrilling to teach her.
“Take off your top,” Juliana said. “Slowly.”
Helena reached for her top and pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. She was wearing a simple black bra underneath.
“Good.” Juliana’s voice wavered slightly on the word and she caught it, firming up immediately. “Now stand up. Turn around.”
Helena stood and turned, her back to Juliana. She felt Juliana’s hands on her shoulders, tentative to start with, then firmer when Helena didn’t correct her. Her fingers brushed down Helena’s back, barely touching at all.
“You can be more confident with your touch,” Helena said over her shoulder. “I won’t break. When you touch me, touch me like you own the space you’re touching. Touch me like you own me.”
She felt Juliana adjust, her hands pressed more firmly against Helena’s skin, tracing the shape of her hips. “Like this?”
“Better. Much better.” Helena closed her eyes and let herself feel it. Juliana’s touch was different from most people she’d been with, filled with curiosity that was its own form of pleasure to receive. Every touch was a question to herself: what is this like? How will Helena react?
“Take off your bra,” Juliana instructed.
As she undid her bra and let it fall, Helena said, “Good, make me responsible for my surrender. Make me obey.”
“Turn back around.”
Helena turned. Juliana’s eyes dropped to her breasts and she didn’t try to hide her appreciation. Helena liked that she wasn’t shy about her desire, but found herself liking something more, how Juliana was looking at her as if Helena was hers.
“You’re staring,” Helena teased gently.
“I’m admiring,” Juliana corrected, finding her confidence. “There’s a difference. And right now I’m in charge, so I get to admire as long as I want.”
Helena laughed. “Good answer. See? You’re a natural when you stop overthinking.”
“I have a good teacher.” Juliana stepped forward and kissed Helena, and that was where the lesson ended and the real dominance and submission began, because Juliana’s kiss was good, not asking for permission, claiming Helena.
Her hands went to Helena’s waist and pulled her closer, and Helena let herself be pulled, let herself sink into the feeling of Juliana taking the initiative and the control.
“The rest of your clothes,” Juliana whispered against her lips. “All of them. Now.”
Helena obeyed, stepping out of her trousers and underwear, standing naked in front of Juliana who was herself still fully dressed. The power imbalance was deliberate, the clothed dominant, the naked submissive. Simple but effective, Juliana had been paying attention.
Juliana trailed her fingertips over Helena’s body, her touch firmer than before, touching Helena like she had every right to…
Helena nearly praised her for taking on board the lesson but she held her tongue.
Juliana knew she’d listened and learned, and there was something in her demeanour now that told Helena that feedback wasn’t wanted.
“Lie across the bed, on your front.”
She obeyed, lying down with her head resting on her arms, her head turned to one side.
With more experience Juliana would have told or shown Helena where to put her arms and legs, but that would come with experience…
and maybe, Helena realised, this was just Juliana evolving a style of her own, one where she set the boundaries for her submissive a little looser.
“I’m going to get some things from your guest room,” Juliana whispered in her ear, leaning across the bed. “Is there anything that’s out of bounds?”
Helena felt her breath catch. The guest room was, well, better equipped…
it was where Helena kept her equipment, other than the silk ties and blindfold she kept in her bedroom.
It was a space for play, and a space that she and Juliana had played in, but always with Helena in the dominant role.
Juliana’s education had been more about the psychology of dominance and surrender than the physical possibilities. But… maybe it was time.
“Nothing. I trust you,” she whispered.
Juliana’s hand lingered on her back for a long few moments. “Good. I’ve got an idea that I think you’ll enjoy.” Her hand gave Helena an affectionate pat on her rear. “Eyes closed and keep them closed.”
She listened to Juliana’s footsteps fade as she left the room, heard the guest room door open and close, then a few minutes later heard Juliana come back, the sound of something clicking together, the slight jangling of a chain too.
Helena suspected she knew what Juliana had brought back, but she’d been told to keep her eyes closed and she would…
what kind of dominant would Helena be, after all, if she couldn’t obey a simple instruction herself?
Juliana leaned over again. “Put your arms out above your head.”
Helena obeyed, and she felt Juliana put leather cuffs around each wrist…
her own leather cuffs, she couldn’t help thinking.
She heard a jangling and a click, and then felt her wrist cuffs being attached to something.
One of my spreader bars, she realised. She tested it out and found her wrists wouldn’t move, that she was bound with them apart.
“Colour?” Juliana asked.
Good, remembering to check in. Though Helena would have reminded her if she hadn’t. “Verde.”
She felt Juliana move to her ankles and go through the same procedure, leaving all four limbs bound and spread.
“Lift your hips.”
She obeyed again, and felt what was, presumably, a pillow slipped under her hips.
Helena’s heart was starting to race a little as she realised how exposed and helpless she suddenly was…
bound, hips lifted, anyone walking in would see everything.
Or, more to the point, anyone walking in could do anything to her too.
This was where trust came into it, complete trust. Helena wouldn’t have trusted Juliana when they first started out in this situation, not because Juliana would do anything malicious but simply because Juliana wouldn’t have understood then the power that she was being given, the awesome responsibility to look after and care for this person who’d entrusted her with everything.
This was the furthest they’d gone, but Helena realised it was fine… she trusted Juliana by now, completely and utterly. They were ready for this.
“Open your eyes and look.”
Helena opened them and saw that Juliana had repositioned her mirror along the wall opposite the foot of the bed, and Helena could see it, everything she’d felt so far, utterly unavoidable.
She saw herself naked, restrained, open, the line of her naked body from her head to her toes, and next to her, looking at her reflection in the mirror, Juliana, wearing just her underwear now, an expensive looking set of lingerie, with an excited, joyful grin on her face.
“Like what you see?” Juliana asked.
“Yes, I…” Helena gasped as Juliana’s hand slipped between her legs, gently, teasing.
“Sorry,” she laughed. “Couldn’t help myself.”
The playful joy, Helena thought, this is what will make her such an incredible dominant. She has me right now, completely and utterly, and she’s got this infectious, irrepressible sense of fun that makes me want to grin too.
Juliana picked up a bottle that Helena recognised as massage oil. “Colour?” she asked, holding it up so that Helena could see it clearly.
“Verde.”
“I thought it might be,” she chuckled, opening it and squirting liberal amounts on to her hands. “I want you relaxed, really relaxed. Close your eyes again and let me take care of you.”
The massage that followed was incredible, Juliana’s hands working wonders on Helena’s body.
Her hands went everywhere, literally everywhere, and Helena had no choice but to let her, her movements constrained to shifting her hips and not much else.
It was insane relaxation and breathless foreplay bound into one, each part building on the other, and Helena found her mind going into a daze, going to a place where she was desperately aroused yet quite unable to do anything about it.
As time went on, Juliana’s hands started to focus less and less on the rest of her body and more and more between her legs, teasing turning to something more, still light, still playful, but building something slowly that promised to feel very, very good indeed.
Juliana’s lips started to join her hands, kisses trailing delicately over her lower back and her ass, all while a finger slipped inside Helena and other fingers toyed with and teased her.
Helena gasped, turning into a moan, unable to help herself, and she heard Juliana’s intake of breath in delight.
“You like this?” she whispered against Helena’s skin. “Being helpless? Being mine?”
“Yes,” Helena gasped. “You got good at this.”
“It’s all about the teacher,” Juliana replied.
She started kissing Helena’s rear again, the point of contact changing each time, and then suddenly Helena felt her tongue go somewhere she’d rarely let anyone go and she froze.
“Ambar,” she gasped.
Juliana stilled her hands immediately, keeping them where they were but nothing more.
Ambar meant pause and check, and it was a relief to know that her trust in Juliana hadn’t been misplaced, that she’d done exactly what she was supposed to.
This was the first time that Helena had felt the need for anything other than verde, or green, with her.
“What is it?” Juliana asked.
“That. What you just did with your tongue. I…” Helena took a deep breath… trying to get her mind in some sort of order. “Not that.”
Helena had opened her eyes and saw Juliana in the reflection move to sit up alongside her, meeting her gaze and nodding. “Verde apart from that?”
“Very verde.”
“Good.” Juliana’s hand started to move again between Helena’s legs, making her gasp again. “I want you to watch now.”
Juliana’s fingers started to move properly and Helena felt little waves of pleasure shoot through her, her wonderfully relaxed muscles responding even more than usual.
Juliana’s other hand reached for her hair and bunched it, holding her head, Juliana’s smile saying that she knew exactly what she was doing.
Helena couldn’t believe how completely surrendered she looked…
wrists and ankles helpless, body completely exposed, Juliana holding her tight with one hand while her other worked magic.
And, above all of it, her gaze… open, happy, excited, joyous, Helena couldn’t help but grin even as her body tightened around Juliana’s fingers and a moan escaped her lips.
“Will you cum for me?” Juliana said, asking a question she clearly knew the answer to.
Helena nodded.
“Good. Let go now, Helena. Let it all go.”
Helena did. She was so close anyway, but that pushed her over the edge and she came hard, eyes locked on Juliana’s in the reflection, forcing herself to keep them open, to look at this magnificently dominant woman as she teased and held Helena through a climax that seemed to go on and on until finally, breathlessly, Helena begged her to stop and her fingers slowed then stilled.
Juliana unfastened the cuffs and pulled Helena to her, kissing her gently, holding and caressing her. Helena let herself be held, let herself be caressed and cared for, knowing that she’d taught Juliana the value of aftercare and how she’d taught it for a reason.
She lay in Juliana’s arms, her breath and her heart gradually slowing, and then eventually said, “You got good at that…”
Juliana laughed. “Good teacher. I’ve told you.”
“I could only teach so much. You’re a natural.” Helena paused, then turned her head to look at Juliana. “What next?”
Juliana’s hand came down to caress Helena’s cheek. “I’m going to run a bath, we’re going to both get in it, and you’re going to let me look after you. I’ll wash you and dry you. And then…” Juliana grinned. “Let’s switch. You want to switch?”
No, Helena thought, surprising herself. No, I don’t, not now that I’ve seen how dominant you truly are and how naturally submissive I can be to you. No, I want to be yours tonight, I want to submit totally to you and have you do whatever you want to me. I want everything.
But, of course, she didn’t say that. That wasn’t their arrangement, and part of that arrangement was switching so that Juliana could learn.
“I’d like to switch,” she said.
“Good. Maybe we could use your guest room?”
Helena shifted in Juliana’s arms and kissed her. “Yes, let’s do that.”
Juliana kissed her back. “One condition though… I get to go in the swing.”
“You’d like that?” Helena asked.
“I’d love that.”
Helena let herself settle back into Juliana’s arms for a few moments longer. So naturally, wonderfully dominant… and Juliana doesn’t even fully realise it yet.