Chapter 36 #2
“Rainha sounds right now, doesn’t it.” Juliana looked across the room at Caitlin. “I’m your Dona’s queen, Caitlin. She’s mine. Completely.” She paused and another wicked grin crossed her face. “Let me show you.” Juliana looked back up at Helena. “Turn around. Face her.”
Helena obeyed instantly, lifting off the strap-on, rotating one hundred and eighty degrees, and then settling back down, moaning at the fullness from this newer, deeper angle.
Somewhere deep down she wondered what Juliana planned on showing Caitlin, but her conscious brain couldn’t think coherent thoughts because there was definitely another orgasm incoming, and it would be any minute now.
Caitlin was sat in her chair, watching with bright eyes and parted lips. She’d pulled her t-shirt back on and looked, to Helena’s eye, devastatingly beautiful. Helena flashed a quick smile as she started to grind against Juliana again, and Caitlin smiled back.
Juliana’s hands were on Helena’s hips, helping to control the pace, her fingers digging in, and then she felt one of the thumbs move, slowly but surely, towards somewhere that she’d allowed few people to go.
For a moment, just a moment, the safe word flashed through her mind, and yet…
the whole point was to show Caitlin what her complete, genuine submission looked like.
She’d let her last boyfriend do anal regularly as part of her submission to him, and Juliana was a hundred times the dominant that he was while Caitlin was, well, Caitlin.
This feels right, she thought, absolutely, perfectly right. The word died on her lips.
The thumb settled there, not pushing, just resting, slipping a couple of millimetres in with each flex of the hip, then out again.
“What colour, Leoa?”
Helena hesitated again. Anal play was something she’d done with others before, something she saw as the ultimate submission.
The trouble was that having taught Juliana everything she knew, Juliana knew that too.
She’d done it on Juliana as part of teaching her, a crazy, insanely intense night of gentle, considerate play where she’d shown how adding that in could elevate the pleasure.
Juliana, though, had never done it on her.
Permission now meant something profound for Helena…
this would be complete and utter submission, she would be Juliana’s entirely.
“Verde.”
“Oh, my brave, brave Leoa, perfeita.” Juliana paused. “Caitlin, come round and sit next to me. You need to see how magnificent she is in her surrender.”
Helena watched as Caitlin stood and walked over until she was behind Helena, knowing that she was blushing at the thought of her Gatinha seeing her total submission. But Caitlin, more than anyone else, she trusted with this.
The thumb started to press and then slipped suddenly a little inside, and Helena figured that Juliana had used some of her arousal to add a little lubrication.
She was gentle, very gentle, but Helena gasped and moaned still as the thumb worked inside her, filling her up, the double penetration an insane sensory overload.
“See how she is now completely mine?” she heard Juliana say, though Helena barely registered it through the fog of arousal as her climax loomed.
Helena glanced at Caitlin, and saw that Caitlin wasn’t looking at where she joined to Juliana or where Juliana’s thumb claimed the final surrender from her.
Caitlin was looking into her eyes, with an expression of profound affection and desire.
Helena practically melted on the spot, because that look was everything.
Caitlin took her hand and gave it a squeeze before she went back to her chair.
“Faster now, Leoa, don’t hold back.”
She obeyed, starting to grind faster, and the double sensation did something insane to Helena, something incredible.
Her climax was building, building, her breath ragged again, her body shaking, and it hit, a long, slow wave that seemed to start in her toes and roll through her whole body, but when it reached her head it bounced back, bigger, larger, then again when it reached her toes, and she couldn’t even cry out, her body was in such ecstasy, the wave growing greater and greater each time, and she was aware that her body was clenching around Juliana’s thumb, and that was adding something more, something crazy, and then out of nowhere she felt her restraints get removed and Juliana was moving her, pushing her to her hands and knees, and she felt the thumb pull out while the strap-on slid back in, and now it was Juliana in control, Juliana setting the pace, Juliana thrusting into her, no more anal play, not now, and another orgasm hit within seconds, triggered by knowing that Caitlin was now watching her get taken and taken hard, and her arms collapsed under her and still Juliana thrust into her, and it was building again, impossibly, how can this be happening?
Helena managed to think before she cried out again, her body shaking, the room spinning, and then she was on her back somehow and Juliana was on top of her, inside her, making love to her, and as she felt another impossible wave start to crest she realised that Caitlin was there, that she wasn’t looking up at Juliana any more, that Caitlin was kissing her, her magical lips playing against hers, but it was still Juliana inside her and the final wave hit, uncontrollably, and she lost all sense of where she was or what she was doing or…
…when she next knew where she was, she was lying on the bed, on her side, Caitlin lying facing her, Juliana behind her.
“What happened?” Helena asked wearily.
Caitlin grinned and kissed her. “You were magnificent, that’s what happened.” She kissed her again. “Can you do that to me sometime? It looked fun.”
Helena turned her head to see Juliana smiling behind her, those curls framing her beautiful face.
“Minha Leoa,” she whispered. “Thank you. For everything.” Juliana leaned across and kissed her slowly, tenderly on the mouth.
When she leaned back again she looked at Caitlin.
“She’s yours now,” Juliana said simply. “Take care of her. She’s special. ”
“I will,” Caitlin replied, and Helena knew that she meant it.
Helena heard Juliana get up and start to put her clothes on and then, as quickly as that, she was gone, back to the main house.
Behind her she left silence, save for the sound of Helena’s still slightly ragged breathing.
Caitlin got up and opened a window, so that the sound of the ocean joined them.
When she climbed back on to the bed she took off her t-shirt and pulled back the covers, helping Helena to climb in, and then pulled the sheet over both of them.
She gathered Helena into her arms, and Helena’s face found Caitlin’s neck and pressed into it, feeling the steadiness, seeking shelter and safety.
“I’m here,” Caitlin whispered. “I’ll look after you.”
Helena shivered against her, not from cold or distress, simply from the realisation of the sheer magnitude of what had just happened…
the intensity of the surrender, and the vulnerability of her surrender being witnessed by this magnificent force-of-nature.
They held on to each other and neither of them spoke for a long time.
“You’re incredible,” Caitlin said eventually. “Every version of you. Dona. Leoa. All of it. You’re the most wonderfully, magnificently, extraordinary person I’ve ever known.”
Helena smiled against Caitlin’s skin. “That’s a lot of adjectives for this late at night.” She kissed her neck. “Stay with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here until morning.”
“I mean… please, please, please stay in my life. Let’s not do another nine months with nothing.”
Caitlin’s arms tightened around her. “There’s no chance of that.” She kissed Helena’s hair. “I’m already planning how to see you again as soon as I can.”
Helena’s last thought before sleep was not about Juliana, or her submission to her, or about the extraordinary intensity of what had happened that night.
It was about Caitlin’s arms... the steadiness of them, the strength, the fact that Caitlin was still here for her after everything she’d just seen.
That’s what I need, Helena thought. That’s what I’ve always needed.
Someone who sees both the Dona and the Leoa, and wants me even more.