Chapter 15 #2
“That you of all people are gay, primarily. I mean, what are the odds that the woman I met at the party… who I had the biggest stupid crush on…”
I laughed, kissing her. “We do tend to find each other, don’t we?”
“Ah. Yeah. That’s a thing.”
“Are you going to still be able to get off, after masturbating in the shower?”
“I was ready to go again like two seconds after that, if I’m being honest, I, uh… I mean, you dressing me up in sexy lingerie is a turn-on.”
I slipped my hands up her body, caressing her breasts through the fabric, pinching her nipples lightly. “I plan to undress you from it too.”
“Paradoxically that’s even better.”
I kissed her again, and she met me readily this time, leaning in to catch me in the middle with her hands exploring over my body, roaming up my back.
She undid my bra, and I let her slip it off me, tossing it onto the floor, and she bent down to kiss my shoulder, burying her face in my neck and luxuriating in me, and I murmured contentedly in the sensation of her lips on me, at least until I felt her kissing slowly and deliberately back, along my upper back, between my shoulder blades. In very specific spots.
“Are you… kissing my freckles?”
“I didn’t know you had any. They’re cute.”
“I can see why. I have them covered up for photos so often I can put concealer on them without even looking.”
She gasped. “Helena.”
“Yes?” I laughed, and she pulled back, looking scandalized at me.
“You have to cover up your freckles? Hide them from view?”
“Models have to hide anything and everything, you know.”
“So I’ve finally found your dark secret,” she said, touching one of my freckles lightly. “Took you long enough to slip up, but now I’ve got you, Freckles.”
“Really?” I laughed. “After all this time, that’s the embarrassing nickname you give me?”
“If you think you can withstand such a withering blow. I know it’s scandalous.”
“You are ridiculous,” I laughed, pushing her down and kissing her, my heart feeling like it would burst. I felt her hands on my breasts, caressing softly, moaning into the kiss as she did, and the feeling of her fingers brushing over my nipples…
as if I wasn’t already turned on enough.
I moved with one hand to tug off my underwear, throwing them after my bra, and I straddled her thigh, pressing my heat down onto her soft skin.
“Oh, fuck, Helena,” she gasped into the kiss. “Oh, god, you’re so wet…”
“And you are going to take some responsibility and help me with it,” I said, gripping her ass and holding her in place as I ground myself on her thigh. She moaned, rolling her head back, moving with me.
“Oh, god. As much as you like. I’m all yours.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” I reached down next to the bed, sliding open the nightstand drawer, and I fumbled to pull out the long black bands of bondage tape, holding them between my hands and pulling them taut. “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
She nodded breathlessly. “Anything for you.”
I loved a cute little bottom with zero reservations.
I pushed her wrists up over her head, binding them together and tying them to the bedframe, and I took my time enjoying her like that—pinning her down and licking her thighs, teasing her nipples through her bra, straddling her thigh and grinding on her, moving up to rock my center against hers, the fabric coarse and rough between us.
She twitched, moaned, gasped and tugged on the restraints until she was breathless, until I felt the surge of heat demanding me to take more control, and I took her restraints off and flipped her over to press her face-first into the mattress, tying her wrists together around her thighs so she couldn’t move at all, her ass up with her wetness staining clear through her underwear.
I slipped my fingers under the fabric, feeling her swollen clit, her heat all over my skin, and I pushed inside of her, reveling in the way she moaned my name louder the harder I pumped inside her—at least until I bent over her and pushed two fingers in her mouth, and she looked up at me and obediently sucked on them while I kept pumping my fingers inside her.
I could feel her twitching as she started to get close, but I wouldn’t let her have it that easily, not when she already got to get off and I hadn’t, so I pulled away just as she was closing in on her orgasm, taking my hands off her and leaving her there twitching and begging for me.
“Helena—please—please, please, oh, god, don’t leave me like this, please.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know. I’m not sure if you’ve earned it yet.”
“Helena…” She thrust her hips back, searching for me, and I pressed a kiss against the crest of her thigh.
“I think I’d rather let you work for it.” I opened my second drawer—I had a lot of toys—and I settled on a wand vibrator, enjoying the way her eyes went wide watching it.
“Oh my god.”
“Oh, it’s not for you yet. Don’t get any ideas.
” I untied her, and I was feeling particularly cruel, because I turned her over where she could see me, tying down her arms and legs and holding her in place while I sat back on the bed, the vibrator between my legs.
“Watch me get everything you want,” I said, turning the vibrator on and touching it lightly against my clit, and she jerked her hips up, looking desperately at me.
“Helena…”
“Oh, look how badly you want this… you wish I was using this on you right now, don’t you?”
She squirmed, nodding. Fuck, she looked so hot like this, tied up and helpless, squirming, desperate for me to fuck her. I pressed the vibrator tighter against my clit, feeling myself getting close all too quickly.
“Maybe if you beg enough, I will,” I said. “Just be careful not to do it so much that I come from hearing you.”
“Helena. Please. Please, I need you to touch me, please, please—”
She begged like a good girl, and it took everything I had not to come. I wanted to tease her for longer, drag it out, but I couldn’t hold it in, so I ended up taking the vibrator and shoving her down onto her back, moving to straddle her face.
“Good girl,” I said, my voice heavy and ragged.
“Let me sit on your face, and if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you have it.
Yeah? You think you can do that?” I cupped her face in one hand, so fucking perfect looking desperate and needy up at me from between my thighs.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me?”
“I will. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, I want to taste you so badly, please.”
“That’s a good girl.” I lowered myself onto her mouth, and she wasn’t kidding about wanting to taste me.
Her enthusiasm was hot enough in and of itself—she pressed her mouth into me like she would starve without it, sucking and licking me, and she was squirming even without the vibrator like she would come just from sucking on me.
I couldn’t hold myself together for long, one hand on the headboard as my hips rocked against her mouth, and I gave her what she needed—pressed the vibrator up against her center, and she moaned loudly, sucking on me deeper, more desperately.
She didn’t last long—she shot off into an orgasm almost immediately once I had the vibrator pressed into her, but she didn’t slow down sucking on me, and the sight of it, the sound of it, the feel of it, her mouth working desperately on me while she came, sent me over the edge right after her, a cry breaking out from my lips as I shoved my hips down, fucking her face while we came together.
She looked at me breathless and red-faced with a thin sheen of sweat on her features once I’d gotten off of her and taken off the restraints, and when I’d expected her to make some clever comment, she just stared, a smile spreading wider.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” I laughed, dropping hard onto the bed next to her, out of breath and blissfully satisfied. “You have something to say?”
“I’m probably the luckiest person alive.”
I laughed, and I kissed her forehead. “I’m guessing you’re satisfied, then?”
“That was the best experience of my life. I’m guessing you’re satisfied? You seem pretty happy with having gotten to tell me what to do.”
I lay down next to her, skating my fingers over her hip. “Very satisfied,” I said. “I’m a switch, just so you know, I’m not all mean, dominating top.”
“You don’t need to defend yourself. I can tell you’re working out your feelings at always being told what to do.”
“Oh, we’re psychoanalyzing me as part of this.”
She laughed, slumping back more into bed. I shifted closer.
“Are you feeling all right? That wasn’t too intense?”
“Nah. Unfortunately. I kind of wish you had fucked me so hard I passed out or woke up in a hospital, but I’m here. Just fine. Just… a bit tired.”
I caressed her face, a little tacky now. I suppose I’d made that mess. I was rather unrepentant. “Tell me you’re going to sleep here tonight and not going to fight it.”
“I don’t think I could make it home if I tried anyway.”
“Queens is awfully far…”
She gave me a hazy smile, the kind that said she was only partially still here. “Thanks, Freckles.”
“Oh, we’re still doing that?”
She laughed, slipping her hand around to my back. “I told you I’d be watching like a hawk. And finally I’ve found your weakness. You are, quite literally, laid bare before me.”
“Please. I beg mercy.” I kissed her, the feeling only just now settling in my stomach that maybe I shouldn’t have been doing this, and maybe I knew all along I shouldn’t have been doing this.
Estelle was going to have my head if she found out, and she had a way of finding things out.
I doubted any explanations of how Cassandra and her husband were separated would sway her.
“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise,” Cassandra said. “What’s with the broody look?”
“Nothing.” I put on a smile. “It wasn’t that broody a look.”
“Sure. You looked like you should have been staring out the window of a Romanian castle while rain falls and pipe organs play.”
“I see the muse really is inspiring you.”
“You’re dodging the subject, vampire queen.”
“I’m just thinking Estelle won’t be happy…”
She grimaced. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, no, she won’t. So… I guess… we make sure she doesn’t find out? Vampire queen probably knows how to keep a few dark secrets.”
“I’ve never been good at keeping secrets from her… it’s like she reads my mind a little bit.”
“Oh, so she’s the vampire.” She yawned. “I guess we just… do what we can… and if Estelle kills me, just know I went out happy because I got to kiss you.”
“You’re a cute one, Houdini. We should get to sleep. I’m going to take a quick rinse first… do you want to go first? Or second, so you can take your time if you want to break more of my bottles?”
“Oh, god.” She buried her face in her hands. “I am so sorry about that.”
“Hey. Look where it wound up.” I touched her lips, and I enjoyed the way she went instantly soft and blushing when I did. “I’m just glad I made it back in time to hear you coming.”
“Ah… I’ll just die now. But I’ll go die in the shower. I’m going to go first, because if I stay here right now, I’ll fall asleep.”
“Good call.” I kissed her again, and I sank into my feelings as she slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Estelle didn’t need to know about this. We could keep it quiet.