Chapter 26 #2
“Well, don’t waste any time, then,” she said, pushing me up to my feet. “I’m very impatient.”
I mean, when she put it like that, so was I. My god.
I showered quickly, but I made sure to present myself as well as possible.
I wasn’t sure if Helena liked it, um… shaved or not, but there was something about shaving down there that made me feel more like I was prepared for her to fuck me, so I went ahead and shaved, touched up my makeup, and I took one of the million perfume samples that she indeed did have—I guess it made sense she got sent a lot of them—and I wrapped myself up in a towel and let her in the bathroom to take her shower while I took the roll of red ribbon she’d left in the bedroom and felt my whole body blushing while I looked at it.
I felt like I should have felt ridiculous doing this. But… Helena had told me to do it, so I was going to do as she asked. Happily. Anything at all.
God, I was going to get her ribbon soaked. I think she’d like that.
It wasn’t as hard as I’d worried to wrap myself up so that all the parts that were supposed to be covered were covered, although it probably wasn’t the prettiest anybody had ever done, a little slack and a lot soaked through in one spot, but I spread myself out on her bed and waited in the light of the bedside lamps for when the door opened and Helena stepped inside wearing nothing but a sexy little bodice piece and underwear, her eyes gleaming at the sight of me.
“Now, that’s what I was hoping to see,” she said, her voice low and husky. “God, you look so fucking delicious like that.”
I bit my lip, blushing hard. “You can have it anytime you want to. I’m all yours.”
“Mm. Say it again,” she said, kneeling on the bed over me.
“I’m all yours.”
She caressed her fingers down my front. “Again, Julie.”
“Oh, god. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”
“All mine for anything I want.”
“For anything at all. Please. I want to give you whatever you want.” My whole body was quivering with need, and the way Helena’s eyes gleamed in the low light, taking me in… desiring me… ready to get what she wanted from me. I think I might have died here. I wouldn’t mind.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck, you turn me on so much like this,” she whispered, and she bent down and kissed me, her lips crashing hungrily into mine, and I moaned into the kiss, meeting her with my hands on her hips, thumbs under the band of her underwear.
I arched into her as she moved her lips against mine, hands roaming my body, and I whimpered as she bent down and licked along my waist, pushing me down into the bed while she dragged her tongue up along my skin.
“Helena…”
“You’re so pretty like this. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Really, really badly.”
“You’ll let me tease you first, though.” She lowered herself further, pressing a kiss against the inside of my thigh, and I moaned at the way she licked, sucked, kissed…
all around my thighs, up around where the lines of the ribbon were suddenly torturous, standing between Helena and the places I wanted her most.
But I’d let her do what she wanted. Anything at all.
She took her time, and I was breathing hard, pleading quietly by the time she untied the ribbon over my breasts, letting it fall open and reveal me, and I let out a cry of pleasure as she pressed her mouth against my nipple, sucking while her fingers teased around my thigh.
I rocked my hips up, searching for her, for anything, and she met me with herself—shifted and straddled my thigh, clenching her legs around it and grinding against me, and heat dropped in my body when I felt how wet she was through the fabric of her underwear.
She was like that for me. Not for some fake version of me I was acting. I think I could actually die happy right now.
She bit her lip, coming up off my breast and looking at me with hazy desire clouding her eyes as she ground on my thigh. “You like feeling how wet you get me, don’t you?”
“So… so much. God, I just want to make you feel good.”
She kissed me hard, shoving me into the mattress and still thrusting hard against my thigh as we kissed passionately, and she slipped the rest of the ribbon off of me, painstaking, agonizingly slow. Unwrapping me. Unwrapping her present to do whatever she wanted with.
I gasped when she trailed two fingers up along my center, teasing, electric. “Julie,” she said, her voice low, and I swallowed.
“Y-yes?”
“Spread your legs and let me fuck you.”
“Of course.” I didn’t even think, just submitted to the numbing bliss of obedience.
My legs spread of their own accord, and she kept moving her fingers against me until she rose and opened her bedside drawer, taking out a strap-on in its harness and stepping slowly into it, watching my reaction the whole time.
I quivered, my center pooling with need as she went dragging out every motion of it—setting the strap in place, opening a condom, putting it on over the strap, taking a bottle of lube and squeezing it out into her hand, rubbing it over the strap.
I spread my legs wider with a gasp as she moved onto the bed, positioning herself between my thighs, and she leaned over me holding my arms down as she spoke in a soft whisper.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it. I want you. I want you to do anything you want with me, I want you to fuck me.”
She smiled. “Going above and beyond.”
“I-I really want you.”
“Good girl.” She pressed the tip of her strap against my entrance, and I gasped, the sound breaking off into a shaky moan as she pushed inside me.
She went slowly, gently at first, filling me, stretching me around her, and I felt my heart beating faster in anticipation as she pulled back out slowly, and then a little faster this time, pushed back into me.
I rocked my hips against her as she picked up speed, picked up intensity, pulling back and thrusting into me, and again, and again, her hips moving harder each time.
I felt her so solidly inside me, stretching me as she slid deeper into me and back out, and it turned hard, passionate, as she moved her hands down to grip my hips instead, holding me in place as she fucked me relentlessly.
I moved with her, crying out her name, arching my head back, and she didn’t slow down now—she’d finished teasing me, and now she was fucking me, having her way with me, taking what she wanted. It was hers. I was hers.
I didn’t last long. I shattered, my whole body blossoming in pure liquid heat that spread through me, lighting up every synapse, and I moaned loudly as I came on her strap, feeling like I lifted up off the bed from how much I arched into it.
I heard myself crying out her name, my hands gripping at her, thrusting, rocking, grinding on her, as I melted down at the edges, so fucking perfect I couldn’t—
She crashed down with me, kissing me hard, passionately, deeply.
And she didn’t give me much time to recover, not that I wanted any—lust thick in her eyes, she wrenched the harness down off of her and threw it aside together with her underwear, and she took my hand and shoved it between her legs, holding me in place and grinding on my fingers.
I moved to meet her, to pleasure her, to serve her, and she took it harder until she’d thrust down on my fingers, taking them inside her, and added her own hand to play with her clit, grinding on me until, with a cry that crackled in her throat, she came undone on me, sitting back sweaty and exhausted and satisfied on the bed.
“God, that’s better,” she sighed, collapsing into herself, legs splayed out on the bed opposite me, leaning against one of the posts at the bottom. “I needed so badly to fuck you.”
“Um…” I felt myself blushing hard. What would be the use in fighting it now? “Well, you don’t need to wait in the future. You can take me anytime you want.”
She smiled dangerously. “Be careful making offers like that. I’ll end up fucking you in a studio or something.”
“I maintain that you’re not very good at making threats.”
She bit her lip, a hazy smile on her face. “I bet you’d look cute like that. In the back room of a studio with your pants pulled down, bent over a table begging me to fuck you.”
“I mean, the studios I use are soundproofed, so…”
She laughed. “That’s a very good point. I don’t know why I haven’t been taking advantage of that before.” She stretched out exhaustedly. “So, inspiring?”
“Hm?”
“You kept telling me I’m your muse, right? So? Any creative inspirations coming to you from me fucking you into my bed?”
“Oh.” I hunched my shoulders, laughing nervously. “You think I should write a song about how well you fuck me?”
“I’d like to hear it.” She trailed her fingers over my leg. “Plus, I’m happy to help renew your inspiration.”
“You know, I.” I paused. “I bet actually I could. I could think of some good lines about… something like… I mean, the only problem is that it sounds like then you’ll lose your incentive to fuck me.”
She grinned. “What, like you can only write one song?”
I laughed. “I’m going to manage and write for a whole panel of artists to sing about how good you are in bed. That’s a kind of exhibitionism I didn’t even know existed.”
“Well, you can write about different aspects of it. If all of them were about getting tied up in ribbons like the good, pretty girl you are, it might start to get a little too specific.”
“Ribbons…” I chewed my cheek. “I bet actually that would work well for a song. Metaphor, you know? For gifts, for connections and being tied together, and for…”
“For being very pretty while you’re all tied up in bed for me.”
“Is that weird to write a song about?”
She laughed, shifting closer and kissing the side of my mouth. “You should do it,” she said, her hand possessively on my waist. “And the ones who know will know what a good girl you are for me.”
To say I didn’t recognize where my life had gone was an understatement. But I wasn’t complaining, mind. “I… might, then,” I said nervously. “Um. Not for Stephen Shale, though.”
“I mean, I’m willing to bet he’s a bottom.”
“Okay, yeah, definitely. But we’re still not doing that.”
She laughed, kissing me again, slower and sweeter this time. “I can’t wait to hear all the songs that exist because of you,” she said. “Now, should we clean up, or… are you not quite satisfied yet?”
Well, I was until she’d just said that. “Um…”
She smiled. She’d gotten the message. Thank god. I’d die of embarrassment if I had to spell it out.