Chapter 15
Helena
There was the little voice in the back of my head telling me not to do this, but I ignored it.
Ever since I found out she and her husband were separated so long he had his own settled relationship, I’d been making excuses for why that meant I could do everything I’d been thinking with Cassandra, and I was already halfway to convincing myself when I got back and heard her moaning in my bathroom.
And now here she was, blushing and wide-eyed in front of my bed, making it very clear what she wanted. And what do you know? It was exactly what I wanted, too.
“So,” I said, drawing out the word, tasting the edges of it like sucking on a candy. “Do you want to explain how you broke it?”
Cassandra swallowed hard, and she shivered, edging away from me. “I was just… I slipped and bumped into it…”
I leaned forward and hooked a finger through the belt loop on her pants, pulling her towards me. “Could you possibly be lying to me right now?”
“No! I just… um…” She wrung her hands at her waist, swaying and looking at everything in the room except me.
I tugged again. “You’re not as quiet as I think you think you are.”
She buried her face in her hands, groaning. “How did you even go anywhere that quickly?”
“The shop isn’t far. And I knew what I was looking for.”
“I am so sorry,” she mumbled, muffled against her hands. “I just… it was…”
“Oh, you should be sorry,” I teased, and I looped an arm around her waist, pushing her.
She fumbled with a gasp, bumping into the bed and falling onto the mattress, and I pushed her down onto her back, where she looked up at me like she might have died right there.
Damn, I liked the way she looked at me. “You broke one of my favorite bottles.”
“I thought you had another just like it.”
“Forget I said that. Go with me here.”
She laughed nervously. “Should I beg for forgiveness?”
“I like the sound of that.” I tugged her shirt up, just a little, enough to see the peek of white lace.
As I thought, it looked good on her. I chose well, to nobody’s surprise.
“Not only did you break it, but then I had to listen to your cute little moans through the wall, and what do you think that did to me?”
“Um?” she said, her voice flying off into an octave to make a soprano green with envy. “Made you… very mad, apparently.”
“Furious. Having all that fun without me? I think you owe me a very serious apology.”
“And I’m guessing the innovative cocktail wasn’t apology enough.”
Dammit, she was so cute, I wanted to fuck her senseless. I rested my forehead against hers. “You know, you scared me a lot.”
“I’m aware I have that effect on people.”
I laughed. “Sure thing, Your Highness. But you did. I’ve been more and more scared something awful was happening with you… I’m glad you’re okay.”
She blushed again, looking away. “Sorry for scaring you. It’s just… honestly, I scare myself too sometimes.”
“At least for one night, just let yourself have what you want.” I brushed her hair back out of her face. “And I’ve heard I’m very distracting for you.”
She bit her lip through a wild smile. “Only in that I’m just too… inspired by the muse. Song verses. You know how it is.”
“You and your sassy little mouth. You’re lucky I’m into it.”
“Uh, yeah, trust me, I agree. I don’t know why you are. Aren’t I annoying?”
I laughed. “Unbearably. What am I going to do with you?”
“Give me another embarrassing nickname, if precedent is anything to go by…”
“Maybe later. For right now,” I said, “I’d like to kiss you.”
“Holy fucking shit.” She pushed out a breath. “Please pretend I didn’t just say that. Let’s start over with that and I’ll have a cooler response prepared.”
I bit my lip. “I’d like to kiss you.”
“Holy shit. No, I. Oh, god.” She put a hand over her face, and I laughed, pulling it away.
“Is that a yes?”
“Has literally anyone ever said no to that?” She was blushing all the way down to her neck again, and I was loving seeing that.
“That’s not really an answer, either.”
“Oh my god. Yes, of course it is! I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since the first time you looked at me with that thing you do with your eyes where it’s just like you look and suddenly everything else is gone, and I’ve been thinking about—”
As cute as she was when she rambled, I kissed her.
She let out a muffled noise against my lips, her hands flying up, and I held the kiss, her lips firm in surprise, until she yielded with the sweetest noise, her hand slipping to my side.
I shifted on top of her, moving my lips slowly with hers, reveling in the feeling of her tiny, shaky movements underneath me, the desperate noises she made.
“Is this okay?” I said against her lips, and she murmured dreamily,
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
I smiled, my teeth touching her lips as I did. “I have better things planned for you to feel.”
“That hardly seems possible, but I guess anything is possible when you set your mind to it,” she said, broken up between kisses as I laughed more and more.
“And you clearly like to set your mind to something. I mean, you’re an ambitious person.
I think that’s attractive, I mean. That you set your mind to something—”
“Shh.”
“Okay. Jesus. I’m really nervous.”
“Oh, but you weren’t when you were masturbating in my bathroom?”
She whimpered. “Helena.”
I laughed, settling in against her, kissing her more deeply, and I didn’t rush it—even though she did genuinely seem better now for having had a shower and some food and some rest, I was still aware of the state she was in, and as much as I wanted to tie her up and fuck her hard, I didn’t want to push her too much.
I moved on top of her, straddling her, running my fingers through her hair—she was so nervous with her hands, like she didn’t know if it was okay to touch me, and I had to physically take her hand and put it on my ass to show her she could touch all she liked, and then the sensation of her caressing me like I was the most precious thing she’d ever felt…
I moved to the side, rolling off of her and nestling alongside her as our tongues touched, and I rolled her on top of me, guiding her to straddle my waist as we kissed.
Sat up with her in my lap, kissing her, rolled over again, sprawled across the bed, kissing her from every angle, in every position, and she was blissfully breathless and blushing once I pulled away with this deep, warm feeling bubbling in my chest.
“So,” I said, “what were you thinking about?”
“Just now? Mostly it was a repeating loop of like, holy shit and wondering if I was hallucinating or what.”
“I mean, in the bathroom. What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, god. You and your bondage tape.”
I laughed, nuzzling my nose against hers. “So you like being tied up.”
“I like the idea of it. I’ve never done it. So you, um… like… tying people up.”
“I love seeing cute girls all bound and helpless for me,” I said, my voice low, and she whimpered. “You will let me, won’t you? It’s the least you can do to apologize.”
“Are you trying to convince me to break more bottles?”
I laughed. “Are you trying to convince me to tie you up and fuck you more often?”
“Uh… yes?”
I kissed the tip of her nose before I pushed her onto her back again, standing up. “Stay here,” I said. “I’m getting a drink. Do you want one?”
“Oh, um…”
“I’ve heard a glass makes you less nervous.”
She blushed, ducking her head. “I might need, like, seven to do that.”
“We’ll go with one.” I nipped into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, taking it with two glasses back into the bedroom, where the sight of Cassandra spread out on my bed was very satisfying, and I sat to pour two glasses, clinking them together before I took a sip and set it down gingerly.
Cassandra drank a little too much at once, but she at least didn’t quite pound the whole glass in one go this time, so hey, baby steps.
I took it from her hand, setting it down on the nightstand, and I took my phone to put on the music in here now, soft and ambient.
“You like to set the stage, huh,” she said, and I raised an eyebrow at her.
“You thought I was a quick fuck kind of girl.”
She snorted, eyes sparkling. She was clearly starting to relax a little now, the timid look in her eyes warming up into pure desire. “Oh, for sure,” she said. “I figured you’d just bend a girl over in an alleyway.”
“Take your shirt off,” I laughed. “Let me see my purchase.”
“I thought you were buying it to get a rise out of me, not to, uh… decorate your latest…” She slipped her shirt off over her head, and my latest however that sentence was going to end was very well decorated indeed.
I was planning on taking the rest off, too, of course, but the look of delicate white lace lingerie rising from her loose jeans was very delicious.
“I was,” I said. “And then I heard you moaning in the bathroom, and I couldn’t help wanting to fuck you in all the ways I’d been thinking about for some time now.
” I trailed my hand down her front, feeling over the coarse texture of the lace.
“You look so cute in this. Shame I’m going to take it off. ”
“Maybe keep it. I might not look good underneath it.”
“Oh, shut up,” I laughed, and I kissed her again.
I slipped off my own shirt in between kisses, and she surprised me by taking the initiative to take my pants off, even with her hands trembling.
I helped guide her to slide them down my hips and toss them off the bed, and I slipped down her body to pull off her pants, planting a kiss on her thigh in the process.
She twitched with a bigger gasp than I’d expected when I did, and it drove me to lick a little higher, up where my cheek pressed on the fabric of her lingerie, looking up at where she was wide-eyed at me, quivering.
“God, I cannot believe you of all people…”
“Hm?” I sat up, biting my lip. “Finish the sentence.”