Chapter 16 Helena
HELENA
She had left me sitting there, her words lingering in the stillness of the room as I tried to convince myself to ignore the demand to wait in the lounge, flip her the bird in the camera system for her to find later, and go to my bedroom.
But I couldn’t.
I wanted.
I wanted everything this woman could throw at me, and even then, I don’t think it would be enough.
So, I went. Every step toward the lounge made the steady ache she initiated a little stronger.
She soon joined me, a fabric bag hanging from one hand, and my mind went blank.
Her dark blue cotton lounge set was cut in a way that it could have been street wear—except for the discreet leather harness fitted snugly to her right thigh, the metal O-ring catching the light as she moved. She crossed to me, holding the bag out.
“This is the only time I will let you choose how hard I am on you,” she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “Until I know your body. Pick wisely, Helena.”
Fuck me.
The bag held a collection of dildos that ranged in size from small to unhinged, and I tried…I tried so god damn hard not to show how thoroughly turned on I was, but it was a lost cause.
Until I know your body.
She hadn’t even touched me, and I was uncomfortably wet, trying desperately to maintain a modicum of composure and figure out how I could even remotely swing the balance back my way.
I studied the contents of the bag for a moment, disregarding a few instantly as I fought to focus on the task, not on what she intended to do with them.
A wave of arousal rolled low as my mind betrayed me at the thought of her hands on my body, and I bit back a moan, knowing she was watching me intently.
“Do you need a little help, Helena?”
“You know what, I might,” I said with more confidence than I felt. “What would you suggest?”
“Do we need to start gentle?” she murmured as she pulled one of the smallest toys out, tilting her head to the side and raising a brow in question.
“No.” I shook my head after pretending to consider it. “I don’t think we need that.”
She selected a second, holding it up in silent question. It was…adequate. But fuck if I didn’t want to push back a little more.
“That barely seems like a consequence,” I said. “C’mon, Lox. You are going to need to do better than that.”
Dick move, Helena. All puns intended.
The smile she gave me was lethal as she pulled out a third and tossed the bag to the side, not waiting for my approval, and lowered herself to the couch. She leaned back, her eyes never leaving mine as she clicked the toy into the harness.
“Then show me how good you can be, Helena.”
Oh hell.
The ache between my thighs was near unbearable as my gaze dragged slowly down to the maroon silicon toy that was absolutely going to be my undoing.
There was a rounded swell a third of the way down the shaft that looked thicker than anything I had taken before, and I turned, intending to lock the door and take a moment to gather myself.
“Leave it.”
God, the authority dripping from every word this woman spoke should make me want to rage. It should trigger the defiance that streams through every vein in my body, yet if she ordered me to walk into a fire and burn for her, I’d do it without hesitation just to know I’d pleased her.
“Claire could come in.”
“I sent her a message to go home,” she murmured. “Now come here.”
She didn’t touch me. Not as I stood in front of her, my shirt already discarded and slowly unbuttoning my trousers until they slipped from my hips.
Nor when I hooked my thumbs into my underwear and pushed them down.
She just watched with a faint, satisfied smirk as her intense gaze lowered to where my thighs were already soaking wet.
“Kneel.”
My body begged for her to reach out and touch me, though I refused to voice it, moving just slow enough to earn me a raised brow and that spark of ire in her icy grey glare I was quickly becoming addicted to.
I lowered myself between her legs, barely stifling a moan as her fingertips brushed the side of my jaw.
“Much better,” she murmured. “You look so perfect kneeling at my feet, Lena.” She brushed back the ringlets that had escaped my braid, grasping a handful of my hair in a firm grip.
“Suck it,” she whispered. “Make it nice and wet for me because you are going to take every inch.”
Oh, I’d show her. I was about to crack her calm, composed facade all the way the hell open.
I slid my hands up her thighs, and she spread them so I could move closer, and I watched for any flicker of response as I slowly inched them higher.
The hand in my hair tightened a fraction in warning, and I smirked as I lowered my head and took as much of the silicon toy into my mouth as I could.
She made a small sound of approval as I coated it in saliva, my fingers digging into her thighs as I pushed myself lower, trying not to gag before coming up for air.
“Perfect,” she said, her hand leaving my hair to wrap around my throat. She dragged me to her in a hungry kiss, her tongue sliding across mine and stealing my breath. She guided me up until I was straddling her, leaning back into the plush couch, her free hand skimming my hip.
I pressed her into the couch, leaning into her grip at my throat, nipping at her lip, and smiling into the kiss when her hand tightened, my heartbeat beginning to thump in my ears as I didn’t let her release the pressure.
Her fingers dug into my hip, and I reached down, grasped the toy and angled it, then sank onto the first couple of inches before she could order me to.
She broke the kiss and leaned back just enough to watch my expression, squeezing my throat hard enough that stars flickered in the corner of my vision.
“Patience,” she warned, easing off a fraction as I stilled. “Slowly, Helena. I want to see the moment you realize just how badly you fucked up.”
I smirked at her again, leaning to take another kiss, but she held me back, slipping her hand between us. Her fingers slid down, so light, yet they left a scorching trail in their wake, my heart racing as she slid a finger on each side of the toy, feeling where I was already stretched around it.
A look of satisfaction crossed her face as she increased the pressure on my throat again.
“Down,” she ordered.
I sank another inch, reaching the swell in the shaft and pausing, a moan slipping past my lips as I felt it stretch me a little more.
Her lips parted, her fingers still leading the way.
“I didn’t say stop,” she murmured, lifting her leg slightly.
I gasped, my hands flying to her shoulders to brace myself against the burn before she eased the pressure off, lowering her leg again.
“Oh, there it is,” she said softly. “Right there.”
“You think I can’t take it,” I said, my voice hoarse from her grip.
My lack of self-preservation really should be studied.
She huffed a laugh, raising her leg as she tugged me down, and I moaned through the burn, stretching past what I had taken before, her fingers sliding over my clit.
Pleasure flooded through the pain, her eyes devouring me as I slipped past the swell, and suddenly it was hitting that deep ache inside me, and I was unable to stop the sound that tore from my lips.
“Good girl,” she breathed, her fingers working my clit in firm, slow strokes that were going to tip me over far too soon.
“Not yet,” she warned, letting go of my throat to grasp my hip and tug me down the final inch.
My lips found hers, the kiss deep as she moved her thigh, working the swell of the toy inside me in tandem with her fingers.
It was almost too much. Every time she pulled it back, the swell pushed me to my limit, the bite of pain holding my orgasm at bay, only to surge forward again as she bottomed it out.
“I need to—”
“Patience.”
“Erryn, please.”
She gripped my hip harder, pulling me down and holding me there as her fingers continued their slow strokes.
“That’s what I wanted,” she said. “Come for me, Helena.”
I did. Immediately. My body shattered around her touch in a wave of pleasure that took my hearing, my thoughts, my breath. I fell forward, shuddering through wave after wave of aftershocks, intimately aware of every small movement with the toy still deep inside me.
Her hands came up to brace me as I fought to catch my breath, grinning at her through my escaped curls.
“The dildo of consequences wasn’t so bad,” I murmured, rolling my hips slightly and forcing my face into neutrality. I patted her on the shoulder. “Attempts were made, it’s okay.”
Her eyes darkened, and a slow smile spread across her lips, sending a thrill down my spine. “Helena,” she said coolly, “I’ve barely even started.”