Chapter 4
A/N Sorry for the delay, health and real life issues are interfering with timely updates. This is my most daring B&W, sex wise. Strapons and rough sex peppered throughout the chapter. I have given fair warning.
Helena smiled, kissing the crown of curls, her hand stilling in the blaring Farnsworth, eyes drifting to dark hazel, her head giving a slight bow as her hand hovered over the obnoxious device blaring away.
"May I?" Helena asked, her eyes rising at the low reply of yes in old French
"Talk to me!" Artie's voice rough and demanding as he shouted into the old device.
"And a good morning to you too Artimus. And for the record, I am only taking harsh commands from one, artifact induced agent. So please be kind enough to lower that harsh tone when addressing me Arthur." Helena turned away at the last of her words, grabbing at the sharp pain radiating across the small of her back.
"Geezes, HG! Are you alright?" Helena gave a faint twitch of a smile as the young girl filled the black and white screen. "I mean, I know Mykes got whammied and all when the artifact burnt a hole in her glove." Claudia turned her head, checking that the old man was preoccupied with charts and files. "What have you done to help her, I mean you two have had eye sex and all, but did you, I mean did Myka force you…?" Clearing her throat, whispering as she leant closer to the screen.
"My dear girl," Helena giving a faint chuckle as she ran her fingers through her hair, "No, we have not used the said artifact physically, but a fine substitute was had. Remember darling, the Sade was about control, of rewarding servitude with pleasure." Helena turned at the commanding voice, all Myka's words now in old world French, Helena giving a submissive bow as Myka patted her thighs, demanding the woman to sit on her lap.
"I have to go now, Myka … I mean the Sade is demanding my attention. Be a dear and try to find out the longevity of the effects of this curiosity. Text me when you have some Intel. Until then, I find myself the submissive to her whims. Cheers Darling."
"Old man, we need to find something fast!" Claudia squeezing out her words as she spun around in her chair, clamping the Farnsworth shut. "I do not know how much longer HG can hold out and we both know Mykes will be …"
"Agent Bering will be what, Agent Donovan? "The sudden voice of the caretaker causing both Artie and Claudia to gasp at the sudden sound of her voice.
"Umm, hold on," Artie was saying, one pudgy finger rose as he shifted through the musty pages on his desk.
"Ms Donovan?" Claudia gulping down as the caretaker addressed her. "How many hours left until the effects of the artifact wear away from Agent Bering?"
"Not quite sure of the time line on that … thing," Claudia blushing as she clacked away on her keyboard. "Mykes is in full on French mode and HG is trying her best to help and you know," Claudia saying as she spun her chair, not giving a crap about the glare the caretaker was giving her. "The best we have come up with is, and with HG's suggestion, is to alleviate the sexy Dom things going on in Myka. HG said that when they first did ...you know what, Myka's temp went down and she seemed to relax. The longer HG avoided any … you know, the S and M stuff, the more agitated Myka became."
Claudia blew a grateful sigh, a shock of red hair blowing up and around her face as she turned back to her computer screen. "HG has said she was willing to take one for the team," Claudia doing her best to repress the quirk of her lips as she stared at her screen.
"Agent Neilson, I am to assume you are on top of things?' Mrs Frederic asked as she turned her attention over to the portly man.
"More like Mykes on top," Claudia mumbling under her breath with a lopsided grin.
"Something you wish to add Ms Donovan?" the caretaker crossing her arms over the perfect pink tweed jacket, her black, horn rimmed glasses sliding an iota down her nose.
"No, kind of, Yes!" Claudia feeling her boldness rising as she turned, looking the old caretaker in the eye. "I am so sick of everyone putting HG down" her finger then waging at Artie as he stopped mid-stride, old yellow parchment clutched between portly fingers.
The was a dead silence, two sets of brown eyes burning into hers. "I get HG is not to be trusted after the whole 'I want to blow up the world' thing." her arms raised, fingers flailing in the air. "But come on, HG put herself out there, enduring God's only know torture at the hands of a bastard freak who has whammied Myka." her hand raising up to halt the arguments from the two old farts in the room.
"HG is having to endure God knows pain and whatever to help Myka fight the whammy effects and according to our Intel, whips and chains are in her future for the next seven days!"
"And your point Ms Donovan?" the caretaker squaring her shoulders as she faced her young aprintess.
"From what we know, the … sex desire thing has to be sated to keep Myka from going off the deep end and HG is there, taking care of ...said needs. Why the hell would HG do that if she did not give a rat's ass about the warehouse?" Claudia lowered her head, her eyes raised to the two elders in the room. "I mean, for Christ sake Artie, at least spring for a better room for them then that dump you have them holed up in. I mean, if I was HG, there had better be paid room service and a big ass jet tub to sooth me after ten rounds with Myka."
Artie coughed, dropping the old parchment papers as he rounded his desk, "Kiddo, this is an adult thing and both of them know what they are getting into and I will be damned before I shell out any more money for some love fest …" Artie's voice raising with each word he spoke.
"Agent Neilson, Arthur. I believe our young Ms Donovan as a valid point. See to the arrangements for our team."
"What? You are letting this kid dictate the over cost …" Artie's voice faded as he turned to the now empty spot the caretaker had occupied.
"Not a kid, old man." Claudia smirked as she turned back to her computer. "Besides, would you want to be stuck in some dump with Myka whammied?"
"This is wrong!" Artie yelled to the wall. "I am not running some bordello for my agents!" Artie deflated his words and body as he leaned against his desk. "Myka is like a daughter to me and the thought of that woman …" his head bowed, removing his glasses from his face. He pulled a corner of his wrinkled shirt out, rubbing the lens as he turned a side glance toward Claudia.
"Find and reserve a hotel, off season rates!" he huffed as he held his glasses up to the fluorescent lights, checking for any blurs on the lens. "And sex toys are coming out of their pocket."
"Rouoatoh!" Claudia mumbled as she found a four star hotel nearest the sex shop. Booking a single suite with all the bells and whistles for the two agents. She tapped her fingers on the top of the brass Farnsworth, waiting for Helena to respond.
"Moi Cherie," Myka had whispered after patting her thigh, her frown growing as it took longer than her patience allowed for Helena to hang up the brass device.
"Vous devrez payer pour votre disobience," Myka whispered next to the shell of Helena's ear after the woman had straddled her lap, placing her weight on her arms and hands that gripped the top of the chair Myka was sitting in.
"My darling," Helena's words cut by the sharp pain of Myka's teeth clamping down on her earlobe. Myka gripped Helena's hand, pushing it against the inside of her left thigh.
"Play time?" Helena asked, her fingers running along the length of the phallic, hidden just under the rough press of Myka's jeans. Myka grinned as she forcible guided Helena down to rest her knees on the thin Berber carpet of the cheap motel. Helena sat back on her heels, her eyes held prisoner by an off shade of green. Never looking down, never breaking eye contact as the low sound of the brass zipper reverberated around the room.
Myka gripped Helena's wrists, nodding for her to sit back, as Helena tried to turn her head, two strong fingers gripped her chin, tilting her head up to watch as Myka finished unzipping her jeans, a lopsided grin spreading as she watched Helena unconsciously lick her bottom lip, her hands rubbing away the perspiration on the flat of her jean-covered thighs.
Myka leaned back, her legs spreading apart, hooking her ankles around the legs of the chair as Helena leaned up, and steadying herself on the rough feel of Myka's jean-covered thighs. Myka smiled, her fingers brushing a few stray black locks behind Helena's ear, her thumb grazing over the smooth cheek as Helena tilted her head more into Myka's touch as the older woman released the phallic just trapped under the unzipped jeans.
Helena rested her cheek on the side of Myka's thigh, the roughness from the denim a welcome distraction to all the thoughts invading her head. She so wished their first time would be under mutual love. Not some damn curiosity. Helena sighed as she felt Myka's fingers tangle in her hair, the soft ministrations of short, trimmed nails gently scraping at the base of her neck, a slight pressure and pull of her head up caused her to sigh and rest her cheek onto of the protrusion just peeking out of its imprisonment.
Helena had never shied away from new and inventive things as she bed her lovers back in London, her first turn at using a strap on, to her surprise, was an elder gentleman with a proclivity toward the exotic. She was introduced to the small, private shops that specialized in such proclivities by her gentleman caller.
Her first turn with a woman was quite unexpected, an unusually long hunt for a curiosity in Paris lead to a month long heated affair with a lady of the night. Helena had found Giselle, beaten and left for dead as she and MacShane rounded an alleyway, losing their suspect in the dense fog of that warm summer evening.
"Go, return to our quarters. I shall retrace our path," Helena had said in a louder than normal voice, patting Mac Shane on the back as she ushered him out of the ally. Her senses picked up on the low moans of someone in pain as they had rounded the corner, knowing their quarry had already eluded their grasp.
"No Miss, I am not worth your time," the young Blonde protesting as Helena tended to her wounds, making the younger lean her weight on her side as she slowly guided them toward a nearby boarding house.
"We do not take her kind," the old woman huffed, crossing her arms she eyed the two women, knowing the one was of well-bred stock, the other …"
"Well, mistress, do you take my kind?" Helena let the girl rest her weight on her side, her other hand taking out a leather purse, jingling the coins in front of the old woman's face. Helena watched as bony, arthritic fingers dug into the leather, biting at the gold piece.
"No gentlemen callers, or you are both out on your bums!" the older yelling up to them, Helena just able to guide them to the small room at the end of the hall. She set the girl down on the small, one bed room, sighing grateful at the pitcher and bowl of water setting on the small dresser.
"Stay put," she said, her hands then gripping either side of the bloody face. "I shall return shortly, and believe my words, if you are not here when I return. I shall hunt you down myself." the one open blue eye not swollen shut, widen in fear. "Good girl, just rest, you are safe in my charge," Helena said turning to catch the crass innkeeper.
"One day, I shall return the feel," the horse voice softly said, Helena stilling her hand on the dull brass knob, detecting a hint of ...something in that voice.
Helena was lost in her thoughts, pleasuring Myka as she ignored the screaming pain of the cheap, thin carpet under her knees. She flicked her eyes open, turning to look upon golden green as Myka bucked her hips, her hands gripping either side of Helena's face. Her thumb brushing against the moist corner of Helena's lip wrapped around the phallic, her head lulling back at shear ecstasy at the contrast of warm lips against silicon.
Myka gently pulled Helena up, a soft pop causing her to grin as she stared through half hooded eyes, her hand making slow, languid strokes up and down as she spoke, "Prenez votre pantalon,mais laisser votre chemise" then nodding to her hand stroking the phallic.
"You wish me on top?" Helena grinned as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Oui" Myka said, licking her lips as Helena slowly unbuttoned her jeans, her hand slowing in pace with the shimmy of Helena sliding out of her jeans. Helena looked at Myka as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her silk blue underwear, waiting for the finally nod from the curly haired woman.
"I love you, my Darling." Helena whispered near Myka's ear, knowing Myka did not understand English as she was under the control of the artifact, Helena gasped as Myka bucked her hips up, fingers digging into her hip bones, not yet ready for the deep thrusts. Helena had squeezed Myka shoulder just before, enjoying the feel of the smooth head gently lapping at her wet outer folds.
Myka's brow furrowed as she increased her heated thrusts, knuckles white at the intense grip on Helena's hips, off green eyes stalked the single bead of sweat ebbing slowly between heaving breasts. The sharp dig of blunt nails into her shoulders caused her to lift up, hands gripping at the perfect ass. Myka smiled as those bare feet were lifted off the cheap carpet, wrapping like a vice around her hips as she increased her thrusts.
Helena wrapped her arms around Myka's neck, holding on for dear life as Myka thrusted her hips deeper into her. "More, Darling," her words a heated groan escaping as Myka fell to her knees, gently laying Helena down on the floor, her thrusts becoming hard and erratic, deep and desperate.
"Merde!" Myka cursed as the loud blare of the Farnsworth broke the soft moans filling the room.