Chapter 17: Good Girl

Helen.

My lawyer.

My advisor.

The one who took me under her wing when I took those first few steps out of the nest.

Now, she knelt in front of me.

She was my good girl.

Her hands were behind her back, shoulders up, back straight ... her blue eyes watched me as I circled back around to stand in front of her.

She didn’t speak ... because she knew what this was.

I turned away from her, walked at a leisurely pace to my desk, grabbed the chair that Emiko had been using, and dragged it back over to her. Dropping it on all fours and positioning it to face her, I sat down so that I wasn’t too far removed from eye level with her.

I traced a finger along the edge of the choker collar, enjoying the silken feel of her skin. It fit tightly against her throat, and I couldn’t help wondering how she stood to wear it.

The collar stretched as I slipped my index finger between it and her soft throat, and I gave it an experimental tug—there was some elasticity to it.

Helen resisted leaning forward as I tugged on her collar, keeping her back straight as she stared at me with those crisp blue eyes. I was careful not to snap it against her. I released it and brushed some hair behind her ear.

“Has anyone commented on it?”

“No, Sir,” she said.

“No one?” I asked, surprised.

“Well,” Helen said, “one of the girls at YPV asked where I got it from. She said it was cute.”

“Cute?” I asked.

“I was wearing a brooch on it. It looked vintage.”

“Karl hasn’t said anything?” I asked. “William?”

“I haven’t seen them, Sir.”

I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up so that I could get a good look at how the collar looked across her extended neck.

“How do you think they would feel to learn that their partner was my property?” I asked.

“I...” Something about the way she hesitated made me realize that I’d struck a nerve. In many ways, she had been under her husband’s control for years. Roger had used her as little more than a party favor for potential and existing clients. William and Karl had known something of it, but had turned a blind eye.

“It’s not the same, Helen,” I said, turning her face so that she had no choice but to look at me.

“He trapped you. You didn’t know what you were getting into. I put a collar on your neck, but at least I told you exactly what you were getting, and you agreed to it.”

“I know,” Helen said. She kept her gaze fixed on me, but I could tell that it was an effort to maintain eye contact.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

There was the barest hint of hesitation ... as if she were checking in with herself before committing to the answer. Then she nodded—faint at first, then with more conviction. “Yes.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Sir,” she finished, a ghost of a smile playing about her lips.

“Where’s the egg?” I asked.

“Inside of me,” Helen said, some of that trepidation in her eyes giving way to smolder.

“Take it out,” I said.

She reached between her legs without hesitation as she raised off her heels and nearly came up to my eye level. Her face was suddenly much closer to mine as she slid the crotch of her panties aside and slid her fingers deep inside herself. I could feel her breath on my face ... smell her scent. I caught every hitch in her breathing and ragged gasp as she hovered close enough to kiss.

She was teasing me while following my orders perfectly.

Trust a dominant woman to know how to be the perfect submissive.

A small whimper escaped her lips, almost covering up a wet squelching sound.

Then Helen dropped back on her heels as she presented me with a plastic egg covered in her juices. Her palm and three of her fingers were also coated, and the scent of her was strong.

I looked at it, then back up to her and said, “You expect me to touch it like that? Clean it off.”

Helen took it between two of her fingers, held it up, and without breaking eye contact, ran her tongue up the length of the small vibrator. Then she did it again—long, slow licks that collected her juices from off the surface of the device. Her lips followed suit, slurping ... catching strands of arousal that clung to toy and fingers alike. It was wet and messy.

It was fucking hot, and I watched every single moment of it.

Once she cleaned it off, she dropped the little toy in her clean hand and proceeded to lick and suck the juices off her fingers before presenting me with the device.

I plucked it from her hand and slid it into my pocket. It was time someone else had a turn with it.

“Did you do what I said?” I asked. “Did you keep it inside you the entire time?”

“I told you, Sir. I had to take it out so that the others could find you.” Helen tried to effect an innocent look as she said it, but the toll her wicked life had taken on her made that seem an impossibility. She always looked like she could seduce Christ himself.

“What did I tell you?” I asked. “Repeat the orders I gave you.”

“You told me not to take it out,” Helen said, her voice low ... husky.

“Did you take it out?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

I sat back in the chair. “Stand up.”

Helen looked a little unsure of herself, which was beautiful on a woman who always seemed so self-assured. However, to her credit, she got to her feet a heartbeat later.

From the very first time I saw her naked, I knew she had an exquisite body, but her time with me was transforming it into even more of a thing of beauty. As with many of the other women in my orbit, Tara had created a diet and exercise plan for Helen that had started to produce spectacular results. Before, her body had been a work of art. Now it was just insane. A combination of yoga, resistance training, and lots of cardio in the form of sex had resulted in the body of a woman at least ten years younger.

“Come here,” I said, spreading my legs.

Helen obeyed, stepping forward so that her knees brushed the inside of my legs as she stepped inside my personal space. I leaned forward and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear, dragging them south, over her hips. Her skin was warm and smooth as the cream it resembled, and as I dragged her panties toward her knees, I was given a visual treat.

Her pussy had been shaved bare save a small landing strip just above lips already swollen, pink, and coated in arousal. I thought the smell of her sex was strong on her hand. Being this close to her cunt ... I could practically taste it in the air.

Helen stepped out of her panties, and I looked back up at her. Her breathing was growing ragged as she stared down at me, her blonde hair like a golden waterfall around her face.

I placed a hand on her hip and guided her out from between my legs and had her stand next to me. She complied as I turned her facing me and said, “Bend over my lap.”

She compressed her lips into a thin line, licked them, and did as she was told, draping her body over my knees so that her ass stuck in the air.

I gently placed a hand on her firm, round ass ... almost revrently, as I pressed my fingers into her supple skin. I cupped her face with my other hand and guided her to look at me.

“First off,” I said, my voice low, “thank you for listening. You’re the reason I’m back, and I’ll never forget what your obedience has done for me.”

I meant every word. That Chloe’s plan had actually worked was nothing short of unbelievable, and I could very well be captured or dead if it wasn’t for Helen’s vigilance. The fact that she kept it inside of her all this time was a testament to her discipline and devotion.

That’s what I wanted her to turn Bobbi into—the image of the two of them completely devoted, kneeling at my feet as golden firelight played off their skin...

“You did take it out, though,” I said. “For a good reason, but it was still disobedience.”

God ... the fire in her eyes. There was a minuscule pressure on my leg as she ground it against my crotch. If the dynamics between us hadn’t shifted so much, I could have sworn she would be tearing my clothes off right now.

“I want you to count each strike.”

It was standard Dom/sub fare ... nothing crazy, but then this report between us was new, and given her history, I thought it best to take it slow. Besides ... I wasn’t mad that she hadn’t followed the letter of my law—not in this case.

Still cradling her face in my hand so that we continued to gaze at each other, I swiftly brought my hand down on her ass. A loud crack sounded in the otherwise quiet study.

She flinched but didn’t blink. “One.”

I struck her again, making full contact with my palm on her right ass cheek—harder this time.

“Two.” Her eyes fluttered shut, and I felt her drive her groin into my leg a little more firmly.

“Three,” she said, gritting her teeth through the sting of pain as I struck her again. She chewed on her bottom lip as she continued to look up at me with those twin azure flames.

I struck again, landing a blow on the underside of her other ass cheek and left my fingers there, lingering on her warm skin.

“Four.” She finally looked away, and I let her face slide from my grasp. Instead, I placed my hand on top of her head, running my fingers across her soft hair. I simultaneously slid my fingers down the steep curve of her ass, running them up her inner thigh until my forefinger made contact with her pussy lips. I ran the pad of my finger between them; her cunt was so slick with arousal that it clided across them like an figure skater across ice.

A moan of pure ache sounded, and Helen tried to press herself onto my finger, but it was too late. I brought the finger to my lips and enjoyed the taste of her desire and submission.

My cock needed to find its way inside her. Soon.

“Five,” she said, shuddering as I brought my hand down on her ass again, pausing to massage her buttock ... squeeze it. Claim it. She was mine. I kept having to remind myself that I owned Helen VanCamp.

I would never have dreamed this would be our fate when we first met.

Another strike. “Six.”

Another. Harder. “Ugh! Seven!”

I gave her ass anther quick, firm squeeze. Then swatted it again.

“Eight!”

Another—the hardest one yet across both cheeks.

“Nnng! Nine!” she gasped.

I raised my hand high in the air and prepared for the final strike, waiting a beat longer than necessary. Both her creamy cheeks were stained pink by my blows, and I couldn’t decide which one needed it more.

“Get up,” I growled.

She looked up at me in confusion, her eyes darting from my raised hand to my face, but only hesitated a fraction of a second before sliding off my lap and settling to her knees in front of me. She gazed up at me, and I could see the wheels turning.

-Slap-

The hand across her face took her by surprise, and she raised her hand to touch her cheek as if trying to process what I’d just done.

“You should know why I did that more than anyone else?” I said, leaning forward in my seat.

She brought her fingers away from her cheek and looked up at me. “Because ... I was enjoying it a little too much.”

Again ... trust the Dom to know how to be a good sub.