Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 10

Letting go of her breast, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the lounge pants she was wearing and yanked them over her hips and ass, dragging them down to her ankles. Helen grabbed the bedpost, clinging onto it as I pulled her back against me by her hair.

In record time, I managed to get my pants off and kick them to the side. My dick was already hard from the lead-up to this moment. All I had to do was aim the head and press it against her slit. I was a little surprised to find that the outer lips of her pussy weren’t as soaking wet as I was used to, but honestly… it made sense.

Helen was naturally more of a dominant woman. It was beautiful watching her in action. She was as much of an instigator as Erin in a lot of ways, and she had no problem initiating sex. I also loved watching her work with Bobbi. Watching her work was truly remarkable. However, it meant that being submissive didn’t seem to appeal to her as much. Roger had to play some kind of part in her hesitancy. After all, she’d given up her agency for so long under the man that it made perfect sense why it would bother her to give it up again to someone, even if that person was far better of a master.

I only hoped that once she saw that the amount of power she currently held wouldn’t change, it would put her mind at ease.

Pressing the fingers of my free hand to Helen’s lips, I coaxed them apart and slid them inside as I said, “Get them nice and wet.”

She did, and as I slid my cock up and down the crack of her ass, I enjoyed the sensation of Helen’s tongue running up and down my fingers, coating them with her saliva and serving to only make my dick harder.

Once sufficiently coated, I ran my wet fingers along her clean-shaven mount, wetting her outer lips with her own saliva and preparing it for invasion. Thankfully, the inside of her pussy turned out to be pretty wet, which helped give me hope for the future of this arrangement. I guess Helen didn’t completely hate submitting herself to me.

I plunged deep into her pussy until my groin hit her ass. Then, using her hair as leverage, I began fucking in and out of the older woman.

“When I get back to you,” I panted as I fucked my collared blonde. “I’m going to take your ass. It’s about time I feel that tight hole stretch around my cock.”

“Oh, fuck,” Helen breathed, and I felt her begin to thrust back against me.

“I’m going to bend you over Roger’s desk,” I said, my lips near her ear. “That’s where I’m going to take your ass... over the desk I took from Roger and gave you.”

I must have said something right because Helen’s grip on the bedpost slipped, and she dropped a little lower, bending even more at the waist. In response, I simply picked up speed.

“Oh my god!” I heard her gasp. Apparently, talking about sticking it to her ex-husband was a bit of a turn-on.

“Speaking of Roger,” I said, releasing her hair and grabbing onto her hips with both hands. Now that her ear wasn’t next to mine, I spoke at a more normal volume. “I can’t wait till we catch him. I’m going to look him in the eyes and tell him how his wife gave herself to me.”

Helen let out a long, prolonged groan at that and began thrusting back against me even harder. I reached under her and slipped my hand under her shirt to grasp her tit, gripping it tight as I continued to plow her silky vagina. God, she really did hate that bastard of a husband.

“I can’t wait to tell him how she begs me to fuck her… how she submits to me willingly. I can’t wait to tell him about how well his wife does training my pets… how good her pussy feels… her ass.”

“Gah!” Helen shouted, tossing her head back so her golden hair flew across one shoulder as she looked back at me. Her lips were stretched over gritted teeth, and her eyes carried a potent mixture of pure lust, desire, and anger.

“Fuck,” I said. Maybe I’ll fuck you in front of him.

Suddenly, she thrust her hips back against me violently as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she let out a loud groan. I could feel the muscles of her pussy clench around my cock, trying to milk it for all it was worth as she came.

Man… she really did hate Roger.

While that was fun, it wasn’t what I wanted this to be about. I grabbed her hair, pulled her into an upright position, spun her around, and shoved her hard enough to send her stumbling back onto the bed. Without giving her a chance to react, I climbed between her legs and hovered over her.

The startled look on her face from my actions was priceless; it wasn’t every day that I got to surprise the great Helen VanCamp. I lowered my face until it was scant inches from hers and said. “I can’t wait to tell him how I make love to her.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but I covered it with my own as I plunged back inside her. She grunted into my mouth and then groaned as I started sliding in and out of her wet pussy. I kept the pace slow… deliberate. Before, was just raw fucking, but now, I wanted something more soulful.

Each plunge inside my beautiful lawyer was countered as I pulled out till just the tip was left in. Then, I would sink back into her again until our hips met. Only when I was sure we hit a rhythm did I take my lips off hers, pulling back to see her pretty face. She really was a sight to behold, and I once again thought that Roger VanCamp was a fucking moron to take this beautiful, calculating, intelligent woman for granted.

Oh well… his loss was my gain. She was mine now. The collar around her throat would stay there, and I would make damn sure she never had a reason to remove it.

Then I saw it. A tear at the corner of an eye. It slipped free and rolled down her temple before disappearing into her hair. Helen looked up at me with those startling blue eyes of hers, and I saw more raw vulnerability on her face than I ever thought possible.

“Hey… you okay?” I asked. I felt my heart suddenly in my throat, wondering if I’d misstepped at some point. Had I taken the Roger stuff too far?

Helen pursed her lips together and simply nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me back down until my face was buried in her trapezius, which I began kissing and dragging my teeth across as I still kept up my fucking. Helen’s hips slowly rolled up to meet mine with every thrust.

“I’m fine,” she said, and I felt her lips graze my jaw just under my ear. “I think… I’m going to like being yours…”

I nuzzled into her and picked up the pace every so slightly, her lips on my face pushing me closer to my impending climax.

“Master.”

That word caressed my ear like a soft kiss as she clung onto me, her hot breath rolling over me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Helen VanCamp received what felt like a record-breaking load deep in her womb.

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To Be Completed.