Chapter 35 #3
“Verde,” they replied in unison. Helena looked at Caitlin and they shared a smile. She wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand, and both their smiles turned to grins.
“Good,” Juliana said. Her composure had returned. “Bedroom. On the bed, on your back, wrists out. We will be through shortly.”
Helena nodded. “Yes, Rainha.” She stood and walked through to the bedroom.
When she got to the bed she did as she’d been ordered, lying back, head on the pillows, wrists held out.
From the other room she could hear a whispered conversation.
Despite not being able to understand what was being said, it was too quiet, the tone was immensely reassuring…
it sounded as if Juliana was checking in properly with Caitlin, making sure that she was still happy to continue.
When they came through to the bedroom a couple of minutes later Juliana held two pairs of wrist restraints in her hands.
Caitlin peeled off and headed to the chair in the corner of the bedroom, folding her legs under her and settling in to watch.
Juliana, meanwhile, climbed on to the bed next to Helena and used the restraints to bind her wrists to each corner of the headboard.
“I’m going to edge you again,” Juliana said, “with my mouth this time. And you are not going to cum. Not until I say. I know you are desperate, and I will make you feel so good tonight that it will be worth it, but if you cum without my permission there will be a consequence. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Colour?”
“Verde.”
“Caitlin?” she called across to the corner.
Caitlin laughed. “Very verde from where I’m sat…”
Juliana climbed onto the bed and settled between Helena’s legs, and what followed was a masterclass in controlled destruction.
Juliana used her tongue with the patience of someone who’s been taught by the best and who’d added her own instincts to what she’d learned…
she built Helena up in long, slow waves, reading her perfectly, pulling back each time just at that point where it felt like the climax was about to peak, keeping Helena suspended in the deliciously agonising place between so, so close and not quite.
Helena managed to keep it together through the first edge, her sixth in total since this wonderfully crazy night had got started.
She could feel her body fighting for it, the muscle twitches, the release of the chemicals into her bloodstream, her vision narrowing and her back arching, but her mind was too strong and she kept it at bay, just about, even though it left her panting and writhing, her wrists straining against their restraint.
The second one was actually easier, Juliana eased off slightly sooner, then the third was hard, very hard, and she thought she might.
A fourth, a fifth she managed to ride, and each time she was met by Juliana’s satisfied gaze as she held Helena in her spell, as she owned and controlled Helena’s body completely.
After the fifth, her tenth edge in total, her body was shaking continuously, the sheets were damp beneath her, and every muscle felt like it had gone through twelve rounds of boxing.
It was the sixth that broke her… Juliana’s tongue copied Helena’s rapid flicking from before, and at that exact moment she’d looked over to see that Caitlin’s hand had disappeared between her own legs as she watched, and the combination of those two things did something to Helena that she couldn’t fight any more.
The orgasm crashed through her without permission, uncontrollably, her back arched as her hips tried to move away from Juliana’s tongue in a last forlorn hope to stop herself, but Juliana chased her and a cry filled that room that was half pleasure and half frustration because she knew she’d failed.
“Oh dear,” Juliana said, lifting her head. “I didn’t realise that my Leoa was going to disobey me.”
Helena lay gasping, her vision blurred, her voice hoarse from crying out, wrists straining still against the restraints and her body trembling from the aftershocks of an orgasm for the ages. “I couldn’t hold it. I’m sorry, Rainha, I’m so sorry, I tried…”
“You didn’t try hard enough.” Juliana’s tone was calm, almost playful, but underneath all of that Helena could hear the confident authority that made her such a devastatingly good dominant. “There’s a consequence for that, Leoa. I told you there would be.”
Juliana untied her wrists. “Kneel on the floor, in the corner.” She was pointing towards the corner of the room nearest the window. “Face this way.”
Helena stood and walked wearily over to the corner and knelt, hands resting in her lap, obedient even as her body still hummed with the glorious climax that had just rushed through her. She felt alive in a way she rarely had before.
“Come here,” Juliana said to Caitlin.
Caitlin smiled and stood. She walked over towards the bed and Helena’s orgasm-befuddled brain took a moment to catch up to what was happening. Why is Caitlin going to the bed? she thought.
“Your punishment,” Juliana said as she held out her hand and Caitlin took it, “is watching.”