Three Dates Part 3, Complete
Warnings for graphic sex, bondage, toy play, voyeurism
The chills were the worst part, it was like Elizabeth's body was trying to shake itself apart. She knew it meant her fever was dangerously high, but at the moment, lying in her bed and bundled in warm blankets, she didn't care. In fact, she couldn't bring herself to care about anything, like being hungry or calling in sick to work. All that seemed real was the teeth chattering cold.
Beth must have dozed, her brain was fuzzy and everything had an odd, fever dream quality to it. She was probably still dreaming, because Helen was here, so it must be a dream, right? Helen was a busy, important woman and she wouldn't have time for feeding Elizabeth terrible tasting teas and broth when she was off saving the Abnormal world.
It was alright, Elizabeth was used to taking care of herself. She was tough, she'd been through a lot in her twenty-two years. She just needed to sleep and get some of these blankets off.
When dream Helen appeared again sometime later - it could have been days or hours or weeks - the dream Helen's lips pressed her temple and the familiar voice said, "You're going to be fine, now. The worst is over. Rest." Gentle hands stroked her hair where the sweat had pasted it to her clammy skin. "I have to go soon."
Elizabeth sighed, blinking up at the dream Helen and thinking how beautiful she was and how much she adored her. "Love you…" Beth told the phantom of her fever dream. For some reason, dream Helen seemed surprised by that.
Helen Magnus searched the little store until she found Pierre on the last aisle pricing cans of bisque. "Pierre."
Her man looked up from his cans and his eyes went wide. "Magnus! I was not expecting you." Pierre stood up, using the time to compose himself. He gave her air kisses on her cheeks and stepped back.
"I was hoping to catch Elizabeth in tonight, but it appears I've missed her. Is she working?"
The man shifted nervously from foot to foot. "Non, she has gone to a club."
"A night out with some friends?"
"Out, yes. Oh, dear. Julio dropped her off an hour ago, she went in alone. I do not know who she was meeting." Magnus picked up on his apprehension. If he was nervous before, he was downright twitchy now.
"What is the name of this club? I might drop in and surprise her."
"Non, non. That would be a very bad idea. Better to wait for her in her little apartment, yes."
"Pierre, are you giving me orders?" Magnus let her tone harden. "Where is she that you don't want me to go? You aren't letting her go somewhere dangerous are you?"
"Non, of course I would not. I research this club myself, it is perfectly safe. Ma petite is an adult and she can find her pleasure as she likes it. I do not judge."
"The name, Pierre."
"Oubliette."
"Dear God, you can't be serious." Helen was shocked. Truly shocked, because she just hadn't seen that coming. Who the devil had introduced Elizabeth to a private bondage club in France?
"Elizabeth frequente souvent l'Oubliette."
Magnus stared at him for a long moment, then spun on her stiletto heel and stalked away.
It had been years since Magnus visited Oubliette. It seemed her membership was still in good standing, it seemed. She presented her driver's license at the door and was immediately met in the elegant front lounge by the club's owner.
"Helen Magnus," the huge man rumbled. "You have not graced my Oubliette in many years." Damon was a few inches taller than Magnus, even in her heels, and built like a mountain, rippling muscle over skin the color of good quality cocoa. He wore black leather pants like a second skin, and a flowing blood red shirt that would make a pirate captain envious. Silver glinted from his earlobes and Helen knew there would be more silver on other parts of his body, like a nipple ring she had toyed with on one of her infrequent visits. He was not one of hers, not an Abnormal, but she did consider him an ally in her work. There was a secret level of this club she had used once in an emergency to house some displaced telepaths from Ukraine.
Magnus smiled, "Master Damon."
A huge hand came up and Damon traced a single finger very gently across Helen's jaw line. "You are still as gorgeous as ever. Do you never age?" The deep bass rumble of his voice still sent messages to Helen's intimate places. She had fond memories of a certain Halloween party when Damon made a particularly impressive Devil. Hell had never been so appealing.
"Of course I do." Magnus winked at him.
"Are you here to find a pet for the night? You are in luck. You've come just in time to watch the Submissive Party." The club had a schedule of special days, such as submissive night, when the Dominants watched and the Submissives took a turn at dominating each other. It was one of the most popular nights of the month. "I'll get you some wine and find you prime a spot in the viewing gallery. There are many lovely, obedient subs to choose from tonight. Watching them play always gets me in the mood."
Magnus followed him to a door that led to a wide balcony lined with tables. They overlooked the entire main floor of the club. From this vantage point, Magnus could see the dance floor, the bars in opposing corners of the large open space, and the various stations for "scenes". She knew there were also levels of private rooms and special rooms for fetish play, like a classroom, a doctor's office, and a jail cell. Not much for public sex, Magnus never made use of the rooms, preferring to take her playmates upstairs.
Her eyes scanned the bars, then the dance floor full of scantily clad people moving against each other to techno-pop music. The club did a fine job with the acoustics, and from her table the music was more like a throbbing pulse to the club's sleek, stylish décor rather than the headache inducing nightmare she found at public dance clubs.
A figure separated itself from the mass of bodies and caught Helen's eye because of the way the light played over the sheen of perspiration on her pale skin. The mass of golden curls piled atop her head confirmed it was her Elizabeth. The strapless leather mini-dress she was wearing had a skirt that flared at her tiny hips and a tease of black lace peeking from the bottom hem. Her legs looked long and lovely and ended in shoes Magnus instantly wanted to try on.
There was a moment when the younger woman felt she was being watched; she looked up to the gallery level, turned slowly and scanned the tables, but stopped short of where Magnus was sitting. With a slight shrug, Elizabeth went to the closest bar and perched on a stool.
Magnus sipped her wine and watched Elizabeth interact with the other Submissives at the bar. Damon was right, Elizabeth knew everyone. They greeted her with air kisses and the occasional full on mouth kiss. One or two even had the audacity to reach a hand under her short skirt as they kissed. Magnus stifled the urge to go down the stairs and break their wandering fingers. She must have made some sort of sound, because Damon was chuckling as he walked up to her table and took the other seat. He was so large that he nearly overwhelmed the small table.
"I see you've discovered our little Belle. Or perhaps you already know her?"
Magnus eyed him over the rim of her wineglass. "This is an excellent red. Although, I would expect nothing less from you, Damon."
"Fine, you do not wish to discuss Belle with me. So be it. Two Dommes have already requested her for scenes tonight."
"Who recruited her?" Helen was surprised at how angry she sounded.
Damon's dark face lost its smile. "I have no idea. She came to me fully trained, with a stack of recommendation letters, I might add. Transferred from our location in New York City."
"May I see her file?"
"It is your right as a Domme of this club to see her file, of course. The only complaint she has ever had is that she will not have intercourse with male Doms."
Magnus considered that. "No sex with men is a hard limit, then?"
"Oui. I have wished to change her mind myself. I am a man, after all, and she is lovely and passionate. I sense you two have history; you can tell me in complete confidence, of course."
Magnus accepted another glass of red wine, "We are dating. Long distance for the last few months. Vanilla sex, nothing kinky."
"But you can see the submissive trapped inside and she drives you to distraction."
Magnus gave a nod. "I wanted to take it slowly, build a strong foundation of trust before I started introducing her to submission."
"But, Elizabeth introduced herself to submission long ago." Damon asked the question Helen didn't want to ask herself, "Does that bother you?"
Magnus sighed, "I'm trying to get over the shock." A small petulant voice in her head wanted to stomp out and call it off, because Helen felt like she should have known about this. She was looking forward to initiating Elizabeth and it surprised Magnus that she felt disappointed, now.
"Is it that she didn't tell you she was into D&S, or that someone else trained her?"
"Either of those make me sound like a jealous, selfish shrew," Magnus said, with a grimace.
"Look at her file, there is much Elizabeth still wants to learn and experience. She had two steady Dommes at different times in New York, and I expected her to have someone chosen by now, but she has worked with every Domme I have, and not found one who suits her needs. Perhaps you are the reason. If you can meet her where she is, and not where you wanted her to be, I will tell the others that 'Belle' is taken for the night. She deserves to be happy."
Magnus glanced up sharply at the hard, almost lecturing, edge in his tone. "I'd like to see her file."
"As her lover, the Head of the Sanctuaries or as a Domme of this club?"
"As a Domme, Damon," Magnus snapped, and instantly regretted it. And as someone who is falling in love, Helen thought to herself. There was a stab of pain in a place Helen hadn't realized could still feel, if she walked away from what she started with Elizabeth it would hurt. The wine was sloshing in her glass, so she set it down.
Damon returned quickly with a red file folder. Magnus studied it all, starting with the notes and comments by her Dommes about her likes, dislikes; The things she wouldn't do, the things she did want to do. As a doctor, Helen found herself drawn to the required medical exam reports. In the first, Elizabeth was eighteen, and Helen was certain James knew nothing of this. Each year there was another neatly typed report. The first report listed her as a virgin, as did the second at nineteen, but in the third she was not and that report also listed regular sexual involvement with both genders and use of birth control pills.
Magnus wondered if she knew the man who'd been Elizabeth's first, but if he was who she suspected it was, Declan shouldn't have survived James' wrath with his manhood intact, so she had to wonder at the circumstances.
There was the sound of a chair dragging and Helen looked up to find Elizabeth staring at her from across the table, an unreadable expression on her face. "Is stalking something you do to all your lovers, or is this another Sanctuary thing?" Her tone was cold, bitter.
Helen winced. "I don't usually follow people to clubs."
"Lucky me," Elizabeth said, sourly. "How did you get in here and get my file? This is a private club…"
"Of which I have been a member for over a decade."
The younger woman frowned, "I guess that explains everything."
Elizabeth turned to go, and Magnus was on her feet, prepared to chase her. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry."
She glanced back over her shoulder at Helen, "So am I. I'm not exactly the sweet little innocent thing you wanted me to be. Surprise!"
"I was worried about you." Magnus called after her, not caring about creating a scene. "Afraid someone here might hurt you, do something you didn't want them to."
With her back still to Magnus, Elizabeth said, "I can handle the people here, that is what safe words and monitors are for. It's perfectly safe."
"I know. I thought you were an innocent, but… I didn't want you to be. I planned to thoroughly corrupt you. I was just waiting for you to trust me before I shackled you to my bed and paddled you until you wept for mercy."
Elizabeth turned back to face her, and her eyes flicked to the folder on the table. "You haven't reached the really interesting parts, yet."
"Elizabeth…"
The younger woman held up a hand to cut her off. "I'm going back downstairs. God, I really need another drink, now. I don't get to come here very often, Helen, and I'm not going to waste a good Sub night. Come find me when you're done, and maybe we can talk. "
Helen let her go, when every instinct she had said to go after her. With a sigh, she decided to give them both some time to cool off.
Elizabeth was right, Helen decided scanning the last few pages of the medical file. The last report from New York listed two surgeries, one for an inflamed appendix and one for an ectopic pregnancy. Bloody hell, Magnus thought to herself. Elizabeth and Declan almost had a child together. Recovering from the shock of it, her next thought was that they would make the most lovely and troublesome children together, with Declan's hard head and Elizabeth's sweet, deceptively innocent smile.
It dawned on Helen as she closed the folder how Elizabeth could probably count the number of male lovers she'd had on one manicured finger if she never had sex with club members. "We aren't exclusive," she'd said, and it wasn't an outright lie, but it wasn't exactly truth either.
Their future relationship took on yet another interesting dimension today. Helen found didn't want strangers touching her Elizabeth and that fierce protectiveness would take some getting used to.
Elizabeth went directly to the bar and ordered another screwdriver. The bartender smiled at her, and Beth smiled weakly back as she took a sip of her drink. The vodka burned and it felt good. A few sips and huge hand engulfed her shoulder. She looked up at the giant who was the club's owner.
"You have a number of offers for later, but for now…"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Damon, I'm not in the mood." It was a risk being mouthy to a Dom, he could haul her over his knee and spank her for it, but Beth was beyond all patience with being followed and spied on and treated like she couldn't think for herself.
Fuck them all.
"Belle, you need a distraction, not to drown in vodka and orange juice. It won't hurt Magnus to watch from the sidelines for a while. In fact, you should put her out of your mind and do as you would normally do." Elizabeth could see the wisdom, the logic, in his advice. How could such a huge, intimidating man could be so kind and instill such a feeling of trust in people. He always knew what she needed, but right now what she needed most was to be held for a few minutes.
"Will you dance with me, Master Damon?"
A smile lit his eyes, and he smirked, "But of course." Damon took the drink from her hand and placed it on the bar. Then, he took her hand in his and helped Elizabeth down from the bar-stool. "This is my favorite dress. It is easiest to remove."
"Exactly why I chose it for tonight." Elizabeth grinned wickedly up at him.
"Is that so, my little tease? Perhaps we should 'dance' upstairs."
"I want her to watch us."
That brought a rumbling chuckle from his broad chest. "Then, watch us she shall, petite Belle." Damon led her to the dance floor and gathered her into his arms, holding her body tightly to his. Beth could feel his cock starting to stir in his leather pants as he pressed against her thigh. The song turned from frantic to slow as if on cue and Elizabeth smiled. She tightened her arms around his ribs and let her cheek settle on his chest. He rocked them from one foot to the other, just holding her close. "Of all the Mistresses you could have selected, I fear Helen Magnus is going to be the most difficult."
"Should I walk away?" Beth dreaded the answer, couldn't bear to hear the truth of what an idiot she was to fall for someone like Helen, but she really did need his opinion.
"Don't be silly. Make her suffer; Make her beg forgiveness for her transgressions." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You should know by now the Dominant is at the mercy of the Submissive. Never forget what you want and need is foremost in any good Domme's mind. Magnus is a very good Domme. I would know. I trained her myself in San Francisco ages ago."
"No!" Elizabeth was scandalized.
"Oh, yes, but it doesn't mean I'm going to just hand you over to her; I must be certain she is going to take good care of you."
When the song ended, they walked arm in arm to where a young pair of subs were making love on a large leather bed. There was a group of three Dominants standing around watching them. They did look beautiful. Both were graced with perfect, lithe bodies, jet black hair and alabaster skin. The man was someone Elizabeth had played with before. The young woman, she had only seen from a distance. Up close she was breathtaking. Where his condom covered cock was working in and out, the woman's labia were lovely, plump and pink.
They rolled until he was on top.
"Belle," the man panted, "would you lash us, please?"
Elizabeth didn't hesitate. She picked up a bundle of little leather thongs and tested it lightly on the man's left buttock. He moaned, "harder, please, sweet Belle…" Beth did as they asked and lashed the pair of them on any exposed skin. When she stopped to give them a break, they would change position and offer her another area to assault with the leather lash.
"You are so beautiful…" Elizabeth told them, caressing their reddened buttocks and bellies and thighs. She pinched the woman's large pink nipple, and got a hiss of pleasure in response. "I've wanted you for months," she told the woman.
The China doll woman turned passion bright eyes on her, "Have me, now." She rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide, offering her wet sex to Elizabeth. "I've wanted you, too."
Beth dropped the lash and climbed onto the bed to the waiting woman, Helen forgotten at least for a while, in favor of the bounty being offered. There was a sense of pride as Elizabeth worked the woman with lips and tongue and light nips of teeth and had her moaning and begging for release within minutes. Feeling the heady rush of power and all those eyes on her, Elizabeth wasn't about to let her get off easily.
"Do not come until I tell you," Elizabeth emphasized each word with a flick of her tongue on the swollen clitoris. One of the Dommes laughed with delight near her left arm.
The young man reached under Elizabeth and caught the zipper pull on her bodice. The zipper came down and the leather dress just melted away from her skin and disappeared, snatched away by one of the watchers. It left Elizabeth on all fours with nothing for covering but a tiny thong. The man slid across the leather until his head was under her and he could catch one breast with his mouth and the other with his hand. That left one hand free to find Beth's cloth covered pussy.
The tiny piece of cloth was no match for his fingers, and Elizabeth moaned when a finger entered her and then pulled out and swirled around her folds. Her body moved against his hand as he worked her, and she was soon whimpering and panting herself. The girl beneath her was crying out and working herself frantically on three of Beth's fingers. Her whole hand was wet with the girl's juices, and Elizabeth smiled against her. "Come now, lovely. Come for me…" A keening wail filled her ears and the walls of her partner's vagina clenched down on her fingers. She twisted her hand and changed the angle, which brought another wail and more clenching. Elizabeth pulled her fingers out and used her tongue to collect the moisture gathered at the stretched opening. "Mmm you taste so good." Beth rubbed her cheek on a perfect, smooth thigh.
Something made the young man stop what he was doing and join Elizabeth's feast. She turned her head and glanced back to see Damon standing behind her raised bottom with a wicked looking paddle. He waited for her nod to make the first smack on her bare flesh. It stung and Elizabeth took a hissing breath before the next blow. Two more smacks of the paddle and she was ready to turn her attention back to the lovely young couple she was playing with.
They had adjusted on the bed so that he was over the woman in a sixty-nine position, and his mouth was just a bit higher than Beth's. She leaned forward a bit and kissed him long and hard on the mouth. Their tongues brushed, and Beth distinctly heard a soft sound from behind her that sounded suspiciously like a growl. His eyes shifted to look behind them and went wide. Elizabeth smiled against his lips, because she knew he was seeing her Domme for the first time.
Her Domme, hers. The thought that Helen was hers was enough to make Elizabeth have a small climax with nothing touching her but the steady blows of the paddle on her ass. The paddle abruptly stopped and she was hauled to her feet.
"Bad little Belle, coming without permission," Damon scolded her. "I think Mistress M will be able to punish you properly. Go with her now."
Elizabeth looked at Helen and smirked. Mistress M. How very James Bond.
It was hard to tell if Helen was angry with her because her face was carefully blank. Beth opened her mouth to say something, but Helen stopped her with a finger on her lips. "We'll talk later, unless you don't want to do a scene with me?" There was something in her eyes now, worry maybe.
"I'm all yours, Mistress."
It was obviously the correct thing to say, because Helen's face lit up as she smiled, "Right then, shall we go?"
When Elizabeth tried to take her dress, Mistress M moved it out of reach. "I don't think you need that. You seem to be comfortable enough with public nudity." Helen's hand was warm at the small of her back, guiding her along past the different activities going on now that the Doms had returned to the main floor to collect their Subs.
The reality of parading Elizabeth in a tiny panty didn't have much appeal for Helen, so she took them in the direction of the scene rooms. People would still be able to see in, but she would just have to learn to deal with that if Elizabeth enjoyed it. She made a stop at the bar and fetched them each a fresh drink before entering the corridor to the role play rooms.
Given her choices of available rooms, Magnus opted for the medical scene room, because it was familiar territory, not that she hadn't spent her share of time in dimly lit jail cells in her line of work. This would work best for asking some questions she had in the back of her mind for Elizabeth. This was uncharted territory in their fledgling relationship, and Helen had to admit that she was more anxious than she should have been. They entered the pseudo-exam room and Helen motioned to the exam table, "On the table, if you would."
Elizabeth eyed the room doubtfully. "We don't have to do this. We could go to a private room…"
Helen pulled a clean, pressed white coat off a hook on the wall. "There are a few things from your medical files I want to check out for myself, hence the exam room."
"You're serious about this, then." There was an adorable, worried frown on her face.
Magnus smiled reassuringly at her. "Absolutely. Now get on the table."
Elizabeth slipped out of her shoes and stepped up onto the little platform. She turned around and planted her recently paddled backside on the cold leather of the table. Her voice squeaked just a bit, "On the table, Mistress M."
Helen started opening drawers and assessing the room's supplies, she heard giggling coming from Elizabeth. She could feel herself smirking as she plotted their scene in her head and selected items accordingly. When her tray was loaded, Magnus took one of the vodka and orange juice concoctions and handed it to Elizabeth, "Drink some of that. It may reduce the giggling."
"Sorry, Mistress." Dutifully she drank some of the beverage, but Elizabeth soon dissolved into another giggle fit.
Magnus rolled her eyes and took the drink away from her before she spilled it. "I see I'm not the only one who's nervous. Try to relax, Belle. I'll just be a moment." Calling her by her 'scene' name helped detach them from everything outside the room.
Helen went behind the screen in the corner of the room and shrugged her leather jacket off. After a moment's debate, she stripped down to bra and panties and donned the lab coat. The majority of the observers wouldn't see more than her bare legs and feet, but Elizabeth would see the lingerie under the white coat. She completed the ensemble with purple nitrile gloves, a stethoscope, a vibrating egg for herself and a surprise for later.
Elizabeth was leaning back on the table, mostly upright, and that wouldn't do for what Magnus had in mind. "Lift up for me." She used a hand on her back to help Elizabeth sit up and then adjusted the table until it was flat. Once it was where she wanted it, Helen eased Elizabeth back onto it. "It will be easier on your lower back if you bring your knees up." She smirked, and thought to herself, not to mention the watchers get an eyeful of lovely pussy and ass, once she removed the panty blocking their view. "Not the stirrups, at least not just yet, put your feet flat on the table."
Magnus helped Elizabeth get into the position she wanted, then returned to the head of the table. Elizabeth's eyes flicked to the windows for the first time and she took a shuddering breath. "Breast exam first. I'm sure you're used to having your lovely breasts fondled. I find them quite irresistible, personally." She brushed the tips of her fingers over one nipple teasing it. Her fingers repeated the action on the other breast, and then cupped them. She massaged the perfect globes much more thoroughly, and a bit rougher, than she would in a real exam. The slight chill in the air, and Magnus suspected the rough handling, made their pale nipples erect, taunting her to suck on them. The first touch of her mouth made Elizabeth moan wantonly. It was a sound Helen would never get enough of, and she focused her attention on licking and sucking the gorgeous breasts until Elizabeth begged her to stop.
Helen took the stethoscope and listened to her heart, which was a bit fast, and down her belly. Brushing the cold metal of the stethoscope along Elizabeth's sides made the younger woman squirm and howl with laughter, and warranted minutes of further exploration and experimentation with fingers and tongue. Why hadn't she discovered her lover was this ticklish before now? That knowledge might prove useful later for when they were alone and needed a suitable punishment.
Returning to the business end of the table, Helen rested a hand on Elizabeth's knee. "Are you ready to go a little further, Belle?" She gently coaxed the knees wider and wasn't surprised to find her young lover practically dripping onto the leather with her excitement. "It appears Damon paddled you quite well; your pert little bottom is going to be sore tomorrow." Magnus ran a gentle hand over the reddened flesh, and trailed her fingers to Elizabeth's inner thighs.
"In your file, you don't have intercourse with the men at the clubs. Do you have a history of problems with men I should know about?"
Her young lover sighed, "No, not really. I don't know."
"You prefer women." Helen dipped a finger into her folds and spread the moisture up to her clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. Magnus was relived to hear her quiet, "Yes." She slipped a very wet finger into her vagina and pressed her other hand to Elizabeth's belly, feeling around, then distracting her by fingering her in a more pleasurable way until she relaxed again. "Do you feel desire for men? You were enjoying your dance with Damon, and he would go further in the scenes with you."
Everything during the exam felt like it should, nothing out of the ordinary, so Elizabeth's aversion to men was most likely psychological in nature. Perhaps, she was just a lesbian?
"Sometimes, with certain men."
"And the reason you don't give in to your desires? Sex is one of the strongest drives we have."
Elizabeth lifted her head and pinned Magnus with a sour look, "I'm afraid. Any men who touched me, Declan would find and make them have some sort of 'accident'."
"Oh Dear God…" Helen burst out laughing. It was a plausible, valid reason and not one she had considered. Declan probably wouldn't take that sort of news well. Poor Elizabeth.
"I'm glad someone thinks it's funny. He's been ten times as smothering since I lost the baby."
Magnus pulled her finger out and pushed two in, working them in and out and twisting at the same time. "Did the doctors say you'll still be able to have children?"
"Yes. They said they caught it early enough and there wasn't too much damage."
"Do you think its a possibility for the two of you? In the future?"
Elizabeth smiled cheekily at Helen, "I don't see how, since it's your fingers currently buried my pussy and not his."
"Cheeky girl!" Helen exclaimed, and pulled her fingers out. "I can't even spank you properly for that cheek, because you let someone else redden your backside. Damn it." Magnus pulled a small dildo from the tray at her hip and said, "I just have to take care of this another way, then."
Helen lifted each of Elizabeth's legs into the stirrups, then she ran the toy up and down the river of natural lubrication and pressed the toy against Elizabeth's bottom, making her groan. It took a good minute for her to work it in, even with it's relatively small diameter. "When was the last time you had intercourse?"
That elicited a huffed laugh from Elizabeth, "As if I'm going to tell you that."
Magnus raised her eyebrows, "Is that so?"
"You mean you can't type on your tablet and bring up the date Declan was last here for a booty call?"
The dark smile Helen gave her made her mouth snap shut, but her chin was still jutting out in a stubborn, willful way. Magnus slid the toy most of the way out and then pressed it back in forcefully enough to make the younger woman gasp. She worked it for a while in and out, each new invasion bringing a moan from her mouthy lover. The nipple clamps from the tray caught Helen's eye, and she let go of the dildo. "Don't let my toy fall out or I will spend the whole night bringing you to the brink of orgasm and not letting you come. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Helen applied the nipple clamps and then had a brilliant idea. She took a second pair of clamps, looped the chain through the chain on the first pair and placed them on Elizabeth's outer labia. Elizabeth gave a hiss at the cold metal, but didn't complain about the pinch, so Magnus gave the chains a little, playful tug.
"What the hell?" Elizabeth yelped, looking down her body at the chains.
Helen smiled wickedly, "Fiendish isn't it?" She traced the dainty chains with a finger, "The nipple clamps are connected to these labia clamps, so every movement as I fuck you will tug at your perfect little nipples, too." Magnus leaned closer and whispered, "anything else you'd like to say? Because I have a lovely gag and another set of clamps we can find a place for…" Helen watched Elizabeth's expression changed as she caught on to her mistake and how Helen was planning to make her pay.
"No, Mistress."
"So you do know how to mind your tongue. Excellent. You'll get your chance to be as cheeky and mouthy as you want after the scene is finished. For tonight, your safe word is Sanctuary." Helen wrapped her hands around Elizabeth's bare thighs and dragged her bottom closer to the edge of the table. Then, she attached a decent sized dildo to the harness she was wearing under the lab coat. Helen pulled the little dildo out of her bottom and tossed the little toy into the bin that was marked for used equipment and stepped up onto the step to get a better angle. She pressed the new, larger dildo all the way into her tight cunt. Stretched and filled, Elizabeth squirmed and pulled the chains, making them rustle.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered.
"What was that? I didn't hear you." Magnus slid the phallus back out, and waited.
"Thank you, Mistress. May I have some more, please."
Helen laughed, "That's what I thought you said. Yes, you can have more, but ask if you need to come." Magnus gripped Elizabeth's thighs and fucked her with the strap-on while she worked her clitoris with a finger, until she teetered on the brink of orgasm and then pulled out.
"Mistress, may I come, please?"
Helen tipped her head to the side, "No. You may not." She walked over to the counter and took a sip of her drink. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Elizabeth's hand move. "Don't touch yourself," Magnus warned. The hand went back to its original position.
Magnus returned to the table and started the process all over again, if a bit less forcefully, with the thrusts and fingering. When Elizabeth was brought to the brink again, Helen started to pull out again.
"Oh please, please Mistress may I come now?" Elizabeth was frantic and breathless, moaning and thrashing.
"You have a choice, orgasm now, or take the clamps off and then when you are ready the next time, I let you come."
Elizabeth didn't even hesitate, "Clamps off. Oh, God I can't take it. Clamps off, Mistress."
"Excellent choice." Magnus removed the little pinchers from her labia first and got a whimper. The response from the removal of the nipple clamps was even more pronounced. Elizabeth blinked back tears and gave a little cry as each one was loosened and pulled away. "Breathe for a minute and the sting will pass." She took each nipple into her mouth and soothed it with her tongue. "Are you alright? Was it too much?"
"No, Mistress. I'm fine. Just so glad those things are off and relieved you're going to let me come this time."
Helen believed her, but this was their first scene and she decided to err on the side of caution. "I'm going to take your legs down and help you stand. Easy now." When Elizabeth was on her feet, Magnus turned her to face away from her. Then, she bent Elizabeth over until her upper body was resting on the table and her cheek was pressed against the warm leather. "I want to look at your gorgeous red ass while I fuck you and make you come."
"Yes, Mistress."
Magnus couldn't believe how wet Elizabeth was: The insides of her thighs were even slick. With a mischievous grin, Helen slipped into Elizabeth's lovely shoes to give herself two more inches in height. The new angle was perfection and once Helen was inside her young lover again, she let herself go and gave into the urge to pound Elizabeth silly. Her hands petted Elizabeth's abused bottom as they moved together. With the motion and the vibrating egg Helen had inside her, it was a race to see which of them would climax first. It was nearly a tie, with the pitch of Elizabeth's cries changing first and her hands grabbing at Helen as she came. Helen held on another second before her orgasm had her doubled over onto Elizabeth's back while she rode the waves of pleasure until they faded enough that she could think clearly again.
Magnus reluctantly took her weight off Elizabeth and helped her down from the little platform. "I want these shoes." She gestured to her feet, and the gorgeous black three inch pumps. "I'll give you twice what you paid for them."
Elizabeth laughed, "I thought of you when I saw them in Milan, so I bought a size up. Do they fit?"
"Perfectly."
"I guess I'm wearing your boots home." The younger woman grinned at her. "Can I try the jacket, too?"
Helen's jacket looked surprisingly good with Elizabeth's leather mini dress, so they traded the shoes for her jacket, and the promise of a sexual favor payable by Magnus on demand.
Damon and thunderous applause met them at the door as they exited the scene room. Embarrassed be the crowd, Damon found someone else to do the post scene room clean-up for them and offered them a room upstairs. One look at Magnus' face when she saw the crowd and he amended that and escorted them to the car Magnus rented.
Several hours and as many orgasms later, they were back at Elizabeth's little apartment, curled up in post-orgasmic bliss on her bed. Helen was tickling her with ringlets of her own hair as they dozed contentedly.
"You didn't answer my question," Magnus said, softly in her ear.
"Which question?"
"Do you want children?"
Elizabeth thought about it for a long time. "I think I do. Someday. You don't have a pregnant fetish, do you?"
"Perhaps a small one. I think you'd make lovely babies together." She laughed at Elizabeth's muttered curse. "Would you like me to talk to Declan, get him to lighten up on you?"
"You mean get him to let me fuck other guys? I get to be a fly on the wall for that conversation."
Magnus turned Elizabeth over, and lifted her chin so their eyes met and held, "If it would make you happy to be with other people, I'm serious. He doesn't decide those things, you do."
Wow, that was some kind of an offer. Did she really want sex other guys? No. "I'm good with things as they are, but I appreciate the thought. Damon's right, you're a great Domme." Elizabeth stroked a hair back from Helen's face. It always seemed strange and surreal when they were in bed together. Beth had trouble believing she was really here and that Helen Magnus was her lover. She was waiting to wake up some morning and discover it had been a dream.
"And how do I rate as a girlfriend?" Magnus smiled, coyly.
Elizabeth gaped, "Girlfriend?"
Magnus smirked. "We stopped dating some time ago and ventured into girlfriend territory. Did you miss the signs?" Helen teased her with mock earnestness. "Illicit emails, late night phone sex, I bought you jewelry and lingerie. I borrowed your shoes and we had our first fight. Definitely girlfriends."
Somewhere around the words phone sex, Elizabeth started to have trouble breathing, and by the time Helen got back around to girlfriend, Beth was hyperventilating. Helen's pulled her into her arms and rested Beth's head on her shoulder. "Breathe, Elizabeth, sweetheart, just breathe."
"Girlfriend?" Elizabeth moaned.
"You'll get used to it. There are advantages to being my girlfriend… I'm rich. Powerful. I know everyone."
"Bossy, over protective, busy all the time…" Why did that sound so familiar? Elizabeth thought, sarcastically.
Magnus nodded, "In danger, jeopardy, peril and a high risk of bodily harm, as well, but I bet I can make it worth it." Helen kissed her passionately.
When they broke for air, Elizabeth whispered, "You've already made it worth it." Then, she rolled Helen onto her back and pinned her hands to the bed for more kisses.
The End.