Who's On the Naughty List

"Mom, I'd love to come home for Christmas, but tell Dad I'm staying here. My," she paused. "Friend doesn't have any family or anyone to spend the holidays with. I'm going to stay here with her. No, it's okay. Someone has to hold down the fort here anyways and everyone else is going away. We'll be fine here. Ill come home for New Years, I promise." Claudia came to the door of Myka's room. "Okay, Mom, I gotta go. Merry Christmas." Myka hung up the phone. "What's up?"

Claudia grinned. Myka looked like a little kid on Christmas morning; she sat on her bed cross-legged, with her head cocked to the side in her adorable fashion, all smiles. Well, she kinda was like a kid on Christmas morning, she and HG would have the whole place to themselves for an entire week. "We're all heading out, if you wanna say bye."

"Sure." Myka jumped off the bed and they headed downstairs. "You pack enough for Swiss winter?"

"I think so. I hope so." She cringed. "Probably not."

Myka laughed. "I'm sure if you forgot something, you can find a shop there."

"Yeah. You're right."

Myka and Claudia reached the foyer; Pete came inside. "Car's all packed up. Artie!"

"I am right ihere/i, Pete." He entered the hall.

"Oh. Hi." Pete smiled. "Anything else?"

Artie held up his bag. "Just this."

"You got everything, Claud?"

"Good to go."

Myka hugged Artie next to her. "You have a good Hanukkah." Claudia pounced on her and Myka chuckled. "Say hi to Joshua for me."

"Will do."

Pete smiled at Myka primly. Myka grinned and hugged him tight. "Merry Christmas, Pete."

"Merry Christmas, Myks."

Myka stepped back. "Where's Helena?"

"She already said her bon voyages." Pete replied.

"Yeah, she said she had something to take care of." Claudia added.

"Oh. Okay." Myka was a little disappointed, she had wanted to send the guys off together. Helena sneaked across the hall behind Myka in a French maid outfit. Claudia's eyes went wide and Pete's mouth fell open. Artie covered his eyes and groaned. Helena held a finger to her lips. Pete slammed his jaw shut. Myka smiled sideways at them. "What? What is it guys?" She turned around, but Helena was already in the den, so she saw nothing.

Leena opened the front door. "What is taking so long?"

"Leena!" Myka smiled and swept her into a hug. "Merry Christmas."

Leena laughed. "Merry Christmas, Myka." She returned the hug. "We need to go."

Artie looked at his watch. "Oh. Yes. Planes to catch."

Claudia gave Myka one last goodbye hug. "Bye, Myka. Have a good Christmas. Remember, we'll be back on the 27th. Don't leave a mess." She winked.

Myka smiled awkwardly and blushed a little. "Bye guys. Have a good trip, everyone."

They all said one more round of good byes as they ushered out the door. Myka closed the door behind them and locked it. Alone with Helena for a week. She headed upstairs to find her. As she passed the doorway to the living room she heard her name called in the most melodic, seductive way possible. She stopped in the hall and returned to the den. Helena lie under the tree in the smallest, shortest, tightest, most revealing French maid outfit one could imagine.

"Would you like to open your present?" She purred in a sirenic song.

Goosebumps covered Myka's flesh. She swallowed and replied with a smirk. "It's not Christmas yet."

Helena looked at her own bare legs and ran her fingers up her thigh. She teased Myka in a coy tone. "You don't want your present?" Her eyes returned to Myka and she caught her in an intense gaze spilling over with desire. "You've been 'nice' this year, you can open it a few days early." Helena uttered in a deep whisper. "It is so ready for you."

Myka gripped the door frame as Helena's fingers disappeared beneath her tiny skirt; HG pouted her lips and gasped, smiling as she arched her back. Helena pulled her hand from between her legs and sucked on her fingers, her eyes never left Myka.

Myka's skin grew redder and Helena could see her nipples harden through her shirt. She so adored the game of seduction. And Myka played her part so well.

Myka watched Helena, ensnared in her animalistic eyes. A smile began to slowly curl her lips as a deliciously wicked thought occurred to her. She had an opportunity to turn the tables. Taking a step into the room, she asked. "You're a maid, right?"

Helena hung her finger on her plump lip. "Yes, darling."

Myka took another step toward her. "That means you're a servant."

Helena could see where this was going. "Generally, yes." She smiled.

Myka took another step. "And I'm in charge. Which makes you imy/i servant."

Helena grinned up at Myka only paces away. "An agent under you. Does whatever you say." A sparkle came into Helena's dark eyes. "Mistress Myka."

Myka's face lit up. "Oh, I like that."

Helena looked up at Myka with an expression that left Myka's panties soaked with anticipation. "What is your first command?"

Myka took on an authoritative air, accepting the guise of Mistress. "Stand up." Helena obeyed. She perched her hands on her hips. "Put your hands down." She listened. Myka looked Helena up and down while chewing on her lip. She circled the costumed woman, taking in every detail of Helena's outfit.

The top was a black corset that laced up the back. Helena had tied it tightly with a white silk ribbon. It hugged the curves of her body like a second skin. The bodice had subtle filigrees around it. Her breasts were covered in white lace, but just barely. The proper amount of thrust from the correct angle could easily dislodge them from their snowy prison. Her hair was pulled back, tied up with a ribbon in a bow. Unacceptable. "Let your hair down."

Helena reached up and pulled on the edge of the red ribbon in her hair. It slid out easily and her raven locks fell, cascading around her shoulders like an ebony waterfall. Myka fought the urge to run her fingers through it. She knew it would be soft and warm and smell faintly of cedar and cinnamon. Myka took a slow, deep breath, trying to hide her desire from Helena; there would be time for that later. Now they were playing a much different game. Myka looked down to Helena's legs. In place of her customary boots she wore a pair of black heels. They accentuated her calf; Myka liked that. She watched the line of her muscle move as Helena shifted on her feet. Myka traced the line of her leg up along her thigh. Helena's legs were thin, but muscular and Myka burned to touch the soft flesh.

The skirt of the maid outfit was so short as to barely cover anything. Merely a black circle of fabric and layers of white ruffles. The slightest movement in any direction would leave her exposed. Myka ran her eyes over Helena gain, taking in everything at once. She smiled to herself, best Christmas present she'd ever received.

Myka came around in front of Helena who had a bemused smile on her face. Myka took Helena's hand and held it by the wrist up to her chest, but not touching. She looked at Helena and licked her lips, slowly tracing her tongue across the supple skin. "Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes," Helena paused, her voice became hoarser. "Mistress."

Myka placed Helena's hand on her breast; Helena inhaled sharply. Myka kept her hand on HG's wrist, but allowed her to explore. Helena caressed the prize in her hand, squeezing gently. She felt Myka's nipple against her palm. It stiffened at her touch. Helena cupped Myka's breast and ran her thumb over the peak of her nipple, so eager and begging to be touched.

"Do you want me to touch you?" Myka hovered her hand over Helena's heaving chest.

"Yes, please. Mistress."

Myka ripped Helena's hand away from her breast and dropped her hands to her sides. "Go to the library. Stand in the middle of the room and wait for me. Stand perfectly still. Touch nothing."

"As you command, Mistress." Helena strutted off to do as she was told.

Myka watched her as she left the room. Even playing the submissive she still stalked like a predator. There was something Myka needed to get before she joined Helena. She waited until she heard the library door close before digging in the hall closet. After all, what was a maid who didn't clean. Myka retrieved a feather duster and made her way to the library. She stopped outside the door. By accident one afternoon Myka had found a secret door in the library behind one of the bookcases. There had been a small peephole as well. She had questioned its purpose, but now chose to use it for her own means. She returned to the living room and opened the panel to the hidden passage. Myka crept softly around the bend in the secluded corridor until she came to the peephole. Peaking through it she saw Helena standing stock still facing the door, waiting patiently for her companion to appear.

Myka smiled and pushed the door. It inched open as she tried to enter the room silently. Helena didn't notice Myka squeeze through the crack in the door or the small click as the shelf locked back in place. Myka walked silently up behind Helena. With her lips next to HG's ear, Myka whispered. "Good girl, my Helena." HG jumped. She started to turn around. "Don't. Move." She froze. Myka giggled a deep evil laugh as she skimmed the tips of the feathers over the back of Helena's thighs. It tickled fiercely and Helena fought to stand still. Myka watched her muscles twitch and flutter with delight.

She didn't keep her torment up long before replacing the feathers with her hand. Helena responded immediately with a sigh. Myka traced her fingertips over the strong muscles of Helena's thighs, feeling each flex and release. She breathed against Helena's neck, letting her breath linger before kissing the hot flesh. HG rolled her head slightly to the side as she felt Myka's lips on her skin. Myka ran her hand up the inside of HG's thigh as she sucked a bit of flesh between her teeth and bit down. Helena whimpered and Myka felt the muscles of her legs tremble. She ran her tongue over the skin between her teeth and stepped back sharply, leaving Helena half-cocked. "Enough play. Time to work." Myka handed Helena the feather duster. "Clean the top shelves."

"Yes Mistress." Helena pulled a stool over to one of the bookcases.

"Did I say you could use a stool?"

Helena stopped. "No."

"No, what?" Myka raised her chin.

Helena swallowed, the last time Myka had looked at her like that, she'd had her hand on her throat. One could always hope. "No, Mistress."

"Good. Now clean." Myka took a seat and pleasantly watched Helena stretch.

She reached her thin form as high as she could. Myka licked her lips as Helena pushed up on her toes. Her thighs tightened and her calves flexed. HG glanced over her shoulder, risking a chiding. But Myka's attention was focused farther down than her head. Helena came down on her heels and moved to the next shelf. Myka watched her arms this time as HG was at an angle to her. She stretched up to reach; Myka followed the line of her arm to the curve of her side around to Helena's chest with her eyes. HG's breasts rose and fell roughly as she huffed in her attempts to stretch. It was all for show anyways. Leena kept the library spotless and Myka was only interested in watching HG's body. She would not disappoint her Mistress; she would put on a good show.

Myka watched her stretch for one more shelf, watching her legs flex while chewing on her lip. "Clean the bottom shelf now."

Helena came down on her heels with a bounce; Myka watched her chest jump. "Yes my Mistress."

"Don't bend your knees."

Helena leaned down, her ass sticking up in the air. Myka smiled. She moved to sit on the footstool behind Helena. Myka studied the curve of HG's thighs up into her butt. She had a gorgeous behind, spectacular—like everything else about the woman. Helena had on a pair of white panties covered in ruffles. They were cute, but not what Myka wanted to see. "Take off your underwear."

Without moving her hips at all, Helena pulled her panties down, leaving her ass exposed. Myka noticed the damp spot on Helena's underwear, she was enjoying this more than she let on. Myka kept to her seat for a little longer as Helena wiggled her ass about. She could stand it no longer; Myka stood up and put her hand gently on the back of Helena's thigh. She ran her hand slowly up and down HG's leg. Helena's breathing sped up.

Myka moved her hand to Helena's ass. HG sighed heavily at the strong hand on intimate skin. Myka gripped Helena's ass, squeezing hard. Her thumb slipped between HG's cheeks and brushed over puckered flesh; Helena pushed gently against Myka's thumb. iInteresting./i Myka moved her thumb away and Helena rocked forward ever so slightly. Myka replaced her thumb on the sensitive spot and Helena pushed back against her thumb a little harder this time. Myka leaned over and whispered in HG's ear. "Looks like someone has been naughty this year. You know what that means." Myka pulled her hand away and slapped Helena's ass. HG jerked forward from the impact and gasped. Myka smiled. "Did you like that?"

"Yes, Myka."

Myka slapped HG harder this time. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress." Myka rewarded her with a harder smack. HG bit her lip. "I like it a lot."

Myka grabbed Helena's chin and pulled her into a searing kiss. She spanked HG again, even harder. She felt Helena moan softly against her lips. Myka released her. "Go lean on the desk." Helena obeyed, leaning over the desk on her forearms.

Myka was suddenly very glad for the ridiculously masculine theme to the room's décor. The asinine sports novelties had irritated her, but as she pulled a miniature cricket bat off the wall she found they served a purpose after all. She returned to Helena's side and caressed her red ass. There were three very clear hand prints in the smooth pale skin. HG closed her eyes, absorbing the touch, preparing for the gentleness to end. Myka removed her hand and Helena braced herself for the impact. Myka smacked her across both cheeks with the bat.

HG's eyes shot open and she gripped at the desk. She looked over her shoulder at Myka. Her Mistress smiled with a raised eyebrow and held the paddle where Helena could see it. Her eyes went wide and she licked her lips. "Thank you, Myka."

Myka wrapped her arm around Helena's waist and bent down close to kiss her. "This is what you want?" She asked softly.

Helena looked Myka in the eyes, unashamed. "Yes, Myka. I want this very much."

Myka kissed her again, roughly but with a tenderness behind it. "Let me know if I go too far. I don't want to hurt you."

Helena touched Myka's cheek and smiled. "You won't."

Myka furrowed her brow. "Why do you say that? I might."

Helena chuckled. "I know you, Myka. You won't hurt me. I trust you. But if it makes you feel better we can have a safety word."

"Safe word."

"Hmm?"

"It's called a safe word."

Helena grinned wickedly. "So this is something you have knowledge of?"

Myka blushed. "Uh...it's, um, a...thing. Everyone knows what a 'safe word' is."

Helena's smile turned warm. "Common knowledge."

"Yes. Exactly."

Helena looked at Myka, her smile and shining eyes full of love, and kissed her. "The word I always used before was 'tuppance.'" Myka giggled. "What?" Helena made a familiar face of confused disapproval.

Myka smiled at her. She didn't take it well when there was a perception of mockery. "Nothing, sweetie. It's a perfectly fine word to use." Myka kissed Helena gently. "Nothing wrong with it at all, my Helena."

HG kept her elbow on the desk to support her and took Myka's face in her hands. She looked into Myka's sparkling green eyes. "I love you, Myka." Helena pressed her lips against Myka's, only waiting the smallest breath of a moment before releasing her tongue, though she took her time with the act to savor the taste of Myka's mouth. She ran her tongue over Myka's lips even after they had parted to welcome her. Helena slid her tongue slowly into Myka's mouth, grazing across her teeth before finally caressing Myka's tongue. HG sighed as the soft, warm flesh slid over her own. There was a sweet saltiness to Myka's tongue, due in no part to her Twizzler habit. It was Myka's natural taste and it was most delightfully glorious flavor Helena had ever known; she desired nothing else upon her palate but Myka's sweet mouth.

Myka finally pulled back and Helena realized she was out of breath. "iMy/i Myka." She whispered haggardly.

Myka smiled at her and disappeared from her vision as she slipped down HG's body and returned to her post at Helena's rear. The red was almost gone from her cheeks. Myka bent down, putting her mouth near the round flesh. "I love you, Helena." She spoke just loud enough for HG to hear her before kissing her now pale cheek. Helena pouted her lip and with an open mouth let out a rough sigh; Myka's sweet lips felt good everywhere.

Myka stood and rose the paddle. HG whimpered slightly, waiting for the sting of contact. Myka swung and the wood made a resolute sound against Helena's skin that left Myka wet. HG moaned and smiled inwardly, Myka had not hit as hard as before, she knew to start over gently. Myka took a deep breath to calm herself before smacking the paddle again. Helena rocked forward and groaned. She gripped her fingers around the back of the desk and begged. "Harder."

Myka swallowed. "'Harder,' what?" The wood fell across Helena's flesh.

She moaned and leaned heavier on the desk. "Please, Mistress. Please, Myka. Harder." She pleaded with thick breaths. Myka obliged her subservient lover and spanked her harder than she had yet done. Helena screamed out in pleasurous pain, the boundary between the two utterly eradicated. "Again." She choked out. "Please." Her words were barely distinguishable form her ragged breaths. "Mistress." She added clearly.

Myka held a growl in her throat and smacked the paddle across the virgin territory of Helena's thighs. HG cried out Myka's name. Her knees buckled and she grabbed at and leaned on the desk for support. Myka dropped the cricket bat and wrapped her arms around Helena's waist, holding her up. She ran her fingers up and down Helena's stomach, feeling her body relax. When HG caught her breath, Myka moved her hands up to caress her breasts. Myka hooked her fingers around the lace and pulled it down, exposing the beautiful skin. HG trembled slightly as Myka gently cupped her breasts. Myka leaned against HG's body; she kissed the edge of Helena's ear. HG moaned quietly. "Did you enjoy that Helena?"

HG let out a long slow sigh. "God yes, Myka."

Myka kissed her behind the ear. She teased Helena's nipples between her fingers. "Good, because I'm going to make you scream again." Myka bit HG's earlobe. Helena let out the slightest hint of a whimper. Myka chuckled lightly and pinched HG's nipples; Helena jumped. Myka dropped to her knees behind Helena, her hands holding HG's hips. She ran her fingers down her bare legs, pulling her ankles apart. Myka kissed the inside of her thigh. She ran her tongue up the soft skin, delighting in the trembling muscles. Myka wrapped her arms around HG's thighs, taking the woman's weight on her shoulders. "It's okay. I've got you, Helena."

Helena laid against the desk as Myka's tongue passed over her clit. "Myka," she whispered. Myka licked at Helena, savoring every sound she made. She sucked Helena's clit into her mouth and circled it with her tongue before releasing it. Myka smiled at the frustrated sigh that emanated from Helena. Myka slipped her thumb easily inside HG. Helena rocked back against Myka's hand. Myka pushed into Helena, slowly pulling out and then back in.

Myka bit her lip. She wondered if Helena had known what she'd given away earlier. Would she let Myka sate that desire for her? After what she and Helena had just shared, Myka realized there was no deficit of trust between them. Myka tested the waters; she danced her fingertips between Helena's cheeks as she moved her thumb in a steady rhythm. Helena pressed lightly back against Myka's fingers. "Helena." Myka moved her middle finger up and down along the firm flesh between her cheeks. Helena seemed to respond positively. "Helena...is there something you'd like me to do?"

Helena bit her lip as Myka's finger moved back and forth. "Yes, Myka." Myka's finger stopped. Helena's stomach caught in her throat. "I don't want to ask you to do it if you aren't willing. It's not something everyone is comfortable with."

Myka ran her free hand over the curve of Helena's ass and down her thigh. "Is it something you enjoy?"

Helena pushed back slightly against Myka's finger and replied in a hoarse whisper. "Yes."

Myka kissed Helena's thigh. "Then I am willing to do it." Myka removed her thumb and placed it where her finger had been. She moved her thumb in a circle, listening to Helena's deepening moans. She was afraid to admit that she was a bit apprehensive about it. But why? Helena wanted it, and that's all that really mattered. That Helena wanted it and that she was comfortable with it. Myka wanted to give Helena everything she desired, even if it pushed her own boundaries just a little. She pushed her thumb inside Helena. HG jerked back against Myka's thumb with a deep screaming gasp. Myka was surprised by her reaction, but it made her own knees shake.

"Thank you, Myka." She sobbed.

Myka worked her thumb as she had before, but more subtly, aware of the tighter hold. Helena grabbed at the desk, gripping the sturdy wood. Myka leaned forward and took HG's clit between her lips. She licked at it fiercely. It wasn't long before the tremble returned to Helena's thighs, but more violent this time. Myka pulled her thumb out as Helena climaxed. She screamed wildly and collapsed on the desk, her hips fell fully upon Myka's shoulders. Myka rearranged to sit on the floor and gently pulled on Helena's hips, tugging her down into her lap. Helena acquiesced, falling easily into Myka's lap and wrapping her arms around the woman for stability. Her body shook. Myka held her close and kissed her forehead.

"Myka..."

"Shhh. Just calm down now."

Helena nuzzled against Myka's neck as she came down. She kissed the soft skin gently in gratitude.

After a long while in silence, Helena caught her breath. "Guess I'm not the only one on the naughty list, darling."

Myka laughed. "I guess not." She kissed Helena sweetly.