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Yet that was different too. Helena wasn’t a man, after all.
“Isn’t it normal to like sex when you’re twenty?”
“There’s being interested in getting laid, and then there’s lurking in nightclubs, pursuing radical hookups with strangers, and being so comfortable in your skin that it’s no wonder you always have takers. You’re the kind of confident that turns heads. You’re mysterious, and people want to penetrate that part of you. Pun intended.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“I’ve met a lot of women in their late twenties and older who ended up down that path. Not sure I’ve ever met someone younger in this situation. Not unless they grew up with a silver spoon coming out of every orifice and always chasing after the latest thrill that Mommy and Daddy couldn’t give them.” Delia wasn’t describing herself as much as many of her friends in school. For every well-adjusted kid, there were nine who were deep into drugs, fast cars, and risky sex. Delia loved fast cars, and risky sex even more.
Since then, the cars had lost appeal. And she was never enamored with some of the drugs she tried before her brain fully developed and she realized how silly it was to get blasted on coke only because she was at someone’s house party.
“Guess it gives me an escape,” Helena said as if confessing something that she had never truly thought about before. “It’s one of the only thrills that I haven’t grown tired of. It’s different every time, even with the same person. I’m sure you’ve noticed that it doesn’t take much to get me off. I guess the attention does half the work. There’s something about knowing the person I’m with is losing their mind with me that gets me going.”
“Suppose that’s what I mean.” Delia’s hand slipped between Helena’s thighs, clamped together as if she had forgotten they were supposed to be flirting. “Sex with you is an experience. Half of the women we met tonight couldn’t stop staring at you. That goes beyond youth and beauty. You’ve got an ‘it’ factor that’s rare in this lifestyle.” Delia’s pinky brushed against Helena’s thin underwear. She leaned in closer, breathing right into her date’s ear. “You getting excited gets me excited. So, what do you say? Tell me your biggest fantasy right now. Tell me what will get you so excited that I’ll have no choice but to indulge it – because I’m excited.”
Helena slowly opened her legs again, fingers twirling in her hair as she gazed up at the hotel room ceiling with fantasies spinning in her eyes. “Put me in my place.”
Delia grinned, ruthlessly, her teeth lightly biting into the shoulder presented right before her face. “You’re reading my mind. Tell me what kind of bad girl you’ve been. Get me in the headspace that wants to burn your ass red while making you scream in pleasure.”
A subtle but delightful shudder shot through Helena, who pushed herself into Delia’s welcoming embrace. “Why, you said so yourself. I don’t appreciate the privileges I’ve had in life. I don’t know how good I have it.” She laughed, lightly, right into the crook of Delia’s neck. “I need to know what it feels like to be truly grateful to someone.”
Something about those coy words awakened one of the deepest parts of Delia. Oh, she was sober now. Sober enough to be the woman Helena needed her to be.
Chapter 14
Awoman had to make do when she had few tools to work with. Delia hadn’t been lying when she admitted she brought so little because her bags had to travel with her to work. Even a ping pong paddle was difficult to explain to TSA if they kicked up a fuss. I once had a friend who was pulled out of security because of her ball gags and handcuffs. Delia would rather not deal with that, let alone in front of the normies.
But her hand would need a break at some point. Otherwise, Delia couldn’t uphold her end of the bargain. She’s doing such a great job. I’d hate to disappoint her.
She loved this view. Helena lay face down on the bed, head caught between the pillows as she simultaneously clutched one and bit the other every time Delia struck her ass. They had to give back the green beads when the game was over at the club, but Delia remembered. My little spank princess! Delia was so proud, although she wasn’t allowed to say it now. That was for a different headspace.
This one was all about bringing Helena down a few pegs.
“That’s what you get for shirking all of your responsibilities,” Delia hissed into her partner’s ear before smacking her ass with the flat end of a hairbrush. Every time Delia hit her, Helena flinched, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as she squeaked into the fluffy hotel pillow before moaning in acquiescence. When she committed to a role, she went all out, and Delia loved that as much as she loved the cherry-red hue spreading across Helena’s bare ass. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school right now? Think of how hard you worked!” Another spank, this time on the outside of Helena’s thigh. “All those teachers and professors who believed in you. Your parents wishing you luck. When are you going back to school, hm? When will you return to your boring, mundane life?”
Delia barely understood the words muttered into the pillows. “September.”
“That’s six months away! What are you doing in the meantime?” Delia tapped Helena’s purple hairbrush against the other cheek. “Running around the world getting into all sorts of trouble. You like to think you’re everyone’s plaything, don’t you?”
Every time Delia cooed an accusation, she was compelled to brush the bristles against Helena’s back, her legs, the rear of her head. She knew it drove the young woman crazy, and that wasn’t only her wet thong speaking on her behalf. It was in the way she shuddered and buried herself deeper beneath the pillows, pulling them over her head and moaning loudly enough to break the bed. When Delia gave her a break, it was to grab both sides of Helena’s ass, squeezing her sore flesh and leaving large, heavy kisses along her tender flesh. Occasionally, she flicked her tongue against the tiniest strip of the thong, indulging in the scent of a woman who got off on the craziest things.
“You should be in school, yet you’re in New York City. With me. A depraved lunatic, honestly. I’m the kind of woman no good girl is seen with.” That had been true when Delia was Helena’s age, and it was true now. “You’ve got to be a slut if you’re with me.”
“Yes…” Helena pushed her hips into the air, urging Delia to spank her. “Don’t stop…”
The hairbrush bounced against her ass. Delia chuckled.
“Maybe I won’t let you go back.” She dropped the brush, heaving Helena’s bottom half up by her trembling thighs. “Maybe I’ll keep you for myself. Lock you up in my room and never let you see the outside world again. You’ll be more than my kept woman. You’ll be my favorite pet. Would you like that?”
Helena was already groaning in anticipation long before Delia moved the thong out of the way and kissed the source of her favorite scent. Helena muttered something else, but Delia didn’t hear. Which was a shame, because it sounded like a confession. Something straight from the depths of Helena’s guarded soul.
“What was that?”
She loomed over Helena’s wild and messy hair, waiting to hear the beautiful confession ready to be born. Her hand pushed beneath Helena’s thong, her fingers poised to take her core before either of them had the chance to process how far this had escalated.
“Yes,” Helena moaned. “Make me…”
Delia at first thought she finished with “make me your pet.” Yet that was too good to be true. Not even in the darkest desires haunting this woman’s soul would she want to be Delia’s pet. Not so early in a relationship based entirely on sex. It had to be something else. Except only one other phrase made any sense.