Protecting Helena

by Cordelia Gregory

  “Up you get, baby girl. Today you are going to ride a horsey,” his stern features broke when his lips briefly curled into a wicked smile. Mark helped her up onto the horse and onto the saddle but not yet onto the penis. She couldn’t help wondering if she was going to be able to take its width and length but thought twice about complaining. She would not displease Daddy again. Her pussy was so wet against the saddle she grew embarrassed at the thought of the mark she might leave upon it.

  “I will be kind to you, princess and lubricate the cock. You are very wet in that pussy of yours, but I think this will help as well. Put your arms behind your back and rest them on your sore spanked bottom.”

  Helena nodded and did as she was told. Her fury was beginning to calm, distracted by the penis and how she was going to take it inside her. Sitting was not a position she had really indulged in before for sex and she wondered if it was going to feel uncomfortable. It made her nervous but eager to find out.

  Mark walked to the chest of drawers and took out a pot of lubricant from the bottom one. He unscrewed the top and lathered the cock in thick lubricant, stroking its length up and down in front of her. Mark took hold of her by the waist and lifted her upwards. She gave him an anxious look.

  “I told you I would take care of you, Helena. I do not go back on my word. Trust me.”

  She nodded and let him guide her body down onto the cock. The pink lips of her vagina slick with juice slit open and spread over the tip of the wet cock allowing it access to her channel. It nudged at her entrance making her aware of an ache throbbing in the pit of her stomach that only penetration would subdue, and she began to welcome its entry into her channel as Mark helped ease the cock inside her. It was angled just enough so when it stretched up inside her it made contact with her G-spot. She shivered with the jolt of electricity when it stroked over her G-spot causing her to moan out loud. Mark gave another wicked smile as it settled deeper inside her.

  There was a little discomfort at first in the strange position, but a new torment would make her forget and relax her body allowing the cock to dominate her as Mark clearly intended it to on his behalf.

  Mark was taking off his tie. He pulled the black silk tie from around his neck and tended to her hands resting on her bottom. He moved them away and brought them in front of her so he could tie them to the head of the horse forcing her to sit more upright and take the cock inside her as far as it could go. It made her breathless and feel consumed.

  Mark started the horse rocking.

  “Move up and down on the horse, Helena. Ride it,” he ordered with a mischievous glint in his eye. The penis moved back and forth inside her wet channel with the movement giving her no choice but to meet all its thrusts.

  “You must have ridden a horse before, Helena,” he questioned. She could see his eyes lusciously following the delicious lift and fall of her breasts as she rode.

  “Once or twice.”

  Then you know how to trot. Up, down, up down,” he teased.

  It fired her anger with him again even though she could feel her desire for sexual gratification warring with it. Defiantly, she continued as she was and turned her head away to ignore him.

  “No, no, Helena. I will not tolerate your behaviour any longer. It seems you need some encouragement.”

  There was a hint of humour in his tone now. His own fury was subsiding, and she noticed he wasn’t calling her, little one anymore. Daddy was finally allowing his little girl to grow up.

  Again, he ventured to his secret drawer and brought out a riding crop and what looked like some sort of bridle. He wasn’t really going to put that on her, was he? She started to move her hands. Maybe she couldn’t go through with this after all. Standing in the corner had been humiliating enough but this was something else. Mark stopped the horse moving and stepped up onto the platform to be better able to place the bridle over her face and head noticing she was trying to free her hands. He chuckled.

  “No escaping, Helena. It is time to find out what you are truly capable of. He made sure his tie was secure around the horse’s neck keeping her wrists tied to it. She made a futile attempt at another struggle, which induced a smile from Mark that the devil would have been proud of. She was completely in his power and although her feminist ego demanded she fight him and turn the tables, she loved the idea of it. Part of the struggle was for the power play game they had initiated between them and she desperately wanted him to win. Damn her conscience.

  The black, soft leather bridle felt odd as it settled on top of her head and confined her face.

  “Open your mouth wide, Helena and take the bit,” Mark instructed making sure the bit held in place by two silver hoops on either side was inserted between her lips silencing her speech like a gag.

  Lord Fox came to stand at the side of the horse, his riding crop outstretched and positioned just above her backside. He set the horse rocking at a wicked pace taking Helena’s breath away as the long cock filled her channel to capacity, just as Mark’s own did and began to move deep inside her.

  “Trot, Helena,” Mark commanded, whipping the riding crop against her bottom to ensure she obeyed him. Helena’s cry was muffled against the bit, but it was enough to quash her reluctance to ride the cock on the saddle and move with the horse as though it were trotting. She moved up and down on the penis and every time she lifted her bottom off the saddle as per the trotting method, Lord Fox, applied the crop to her already reddening bottom. The sting was sharp and potent encouraging her to move faster up and down as the penis rubbed at her wet vulva muscles and stroked at her G-spot until she could take no more. Her legs trembled with the effort and her cries became potent aroused gasps as she fought the hot sting of the crop mingling with her pooling wet need flooding her pussy. She was close and by the grin on his face he fucking knew it.

  The lash of the riding crop was applied harder.

  “I want to see you riding faster up and down on that cock, Helena. Fuck it and behave like a wanton whore. I know you can. I want to see if we can break the ice maiden persona and make you lose control.”

  If anyone was going to do that, it was him. He was driving her to distraction. Her breasts quivered and jostled painfully on her chest with the rocking horse’s movement and he was clearly enjoying it. He had her just where he wanted and the only response she could give was to obey and surrender herself to his dominance and will. With an angry cry behind the bit she rode the cock hard feeling her body tingle with electricity as she did so. The pleasure was intense, acute as the cock drove hard inside her while Lord Fox tamed her with it, enjoying the scene he mastered before him. Still, he thrashed her bare buttocks with the riding crop as she did so, never striking the same place twice so that each stroke was as fresh and painful as the last.

  The pain from the riding crop drove the fire inside her to boiling point but he had still not given her permission to come. She gave him another pleading look.

  “Soon, darling, soon,” he told her. “Come on ride the cock like a whore, Helena. I want to see you wanton. Give yourself over to my rule,” he demanded striking the riding crop across the tender back of one thigh and then the next. “Let go, Helena. You are safe here,” he finished.

  Something at the back of her mind, snapped when she heard those words. She was safe. The dam of resistance broke and the real wanton submissive Helena she had spent all this time restraining for fear of rejection and ridicule came out of the closet. She forgot the strikes of the riding crop and Mark’s presence and moved her pussy up and down on the penis at a feverish pace loving the way her tight plump breasts jumped and slapped at each other in the process. Her nipples tightened painfully hard.

  “Good girl.”

  Helena watched the cool uncompromising look on Lord Fox’s face as he aimed and struck the riding crop across her bottom and thought she might come despite herself. He appeared so strong, a dominant alpha male who would take no nonsense from her, unafraid to bring her to task with his loving discipline and to
extract the best from her.

  One more thwack which appeared harder than the rest was accompanied by, “You may come now, Helena. Let me see your pleasure.”

  Helena screamed out around the bit and released her passion. It drove like a flame up inside her body and coursed through her veins making her blood and heart pump faster. Her breath panted and heaved as the flame dropped back through her body to pool its heat at the core of her pleasure making every muscle lining her vulva and channel melt as they grabbed the cock and tried to milk it, her body flushing in the process. Throughout the whole of her climax, Lord Fox continued to whip her bare bottom driving her higher and higher until she slumped over the rocking horse exhausted by her desire and its satisfaction.

  Chapter 11

  They were back in London.

  “What’s wrong?” Mark asked. “Do you feel unwell? You look pale.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  She stopped rubbing her lower stomach and removed her hand. She hadn’t thought she was being watched. There was nothing she could hide from the man.

  “I thought we talked about this.”

  Helena sighed and sat back in her chair.

  “I am not hiding anything from you. It has nothing to do with Rann or anyone else. If you must know, I am getting my period and I am in agony,” she said curtly.

  “I will get you some painkillers,” he said standing up. “I thought it was due by your temper the other day.” He gave a small smile making her feel annoyed. “You need some rest.”

  “No. I will be fine. We need to get more information.”

  “That suspect is giving you nothing. He doesn’t know Rann enough to be trusted with information about where the next bomb will be. I want you to rest. They are bringing in someone else and you will want to be fresh and ready to tackle him.”

  Mark stood up and put his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed them for a moment, and she closed her eyes enjoying the soothing action.

  “I am taking you to the lounge so you can get a coffee and wind down. Come on.”

  “I’ve told you I am fine,” she snapped this time. Ever since that day in the room she’d had to hold her temper created by her PMT. It plagued her every month and when Mark found out about Clara it tipped her over the edge. She didn’t want to be so snappy or angry especially with Mark but there was little she could do about it.

  “No, you are not. Now, stand up before I make you,” he told her quietly. She had no doubts he meant it, so she obediently rose with a sigh of defeat. Mark lightly put his arm around her waist and guided her out of the room and took her to the private lounge which had been designated a rest area with private rooms for herself and those working in her department.

  Helena sat down on the large, brown leather sofa in her own room. Just as he always did, he locked the door behind them so he could ensure their privacy. Mark rang for someone to bring coffee and painkillers. He sat down next to her and swept his arm around her. She was quick to take advantage, snuggling up against his chest. Her emotions were going up and down. One minute she felt tearful and needy, the next, she wanted to beat the crap out of something. Right now, she wanted a cuddle from Mark, and he was more than obliging.

  But a few minutes later after the coffee and painkillers arrived, he was in an argument with her. They had been discussing her refusal to eat again and it had ended up in a shouting match with Helena on the other side of the room fighting her corner and period pain. She never expected his reaction but when he moved to lock the door her breath caught in her throat.

  Mark strode towards her and before she could back away, picked her up in his arms and threw her on top of the large sofa. Before she could recover, he straddled her and started pulling up her skirt.

  “Daddy is going to make that nasty pain go away and you calm down and behave like a good girl, or does my little princess want a turn over my knee?”

  Helena was struggling with him but not putting up much of a fight. He knew that look well. She wanted him to overpower her and show her exactly who was in charge. He kept eye contact with her until he had that sexy, tight skirt pulled up to her waist just to make sure and then, with one hand, he took hold of her own and held them above her head yanking her panties down over her thighs, conscious they would be called to go back on soon. He was hard just thinking about taking her. He wanted to be inside her deep, claiming her hard and asserting his authority after their discussion. She needed reassuring that the other day had not changed how he felt about her in any shape or form. If anything, it had endeared her more to him. Her ghosts and demons had been laid bare and she had nothing left to hide. She was perfectly submissive. His submissive. He needed her to kneel before him, accepting of her true nature and his rule. He wasn’t her ex-husband; he would always be there for her. He would never let her down like he had his sister and his father. She was his second chance. A beautiful gift.

  Once he had her skimpy lace panties to her knees, he left them there. It kept her legs closer together and her body in place for his entry. It would create an even tighter feel when he drove deep inside her. He turned her half on to her front and forced one of her legs to move sideways and bend upwards, straining to complete the movement because of the restraint of her panties. He let go of her hands and placed his hand firmly but carefully around her throat to hold her there and quickly unzipped his trousers. His cock was pulsing and painfully taut when he pulled it out from the confines of his trousers. He guided the wet tip towards her entrance and stroked it over her clit. She was already slick, and her vagina flooded when he continued his pleasurable assault. Soft agitated moans followed by a cry of defeat echoed out from Helena’s lips making him swell with triumph.

  “That’s my baby girl,” he said with a grin. “Time to make all the pain go away.”

  He positioned his cock at the entrance of her channel and moved inside her to the hilt with one hard claiming thrust letting her know exactly who was in charge. As she began to cry out with her need, Mark clamped his hand over her mouth which was slightly turned to the side and applied a little more pressure to her throat.

  “Keep your hands above your head,” he ordered giving another hard, deep thrust before slowing them to move slowly and caressingly. He could feel the small whimpers of pleasure spilling from her lips against his hand then felt the pant of her breath when he returned to one hard thrust at a time making her body jolt upwards on the couch. Her hands remained where they were. The urge to slap her tight plump bottom was overwhelming but if he did, it would be heard by those walking up and down the corridor outside, so he restrained himself making a mental note to correct her over his knee when they were alone at the hotel later.

  He varied his thrusts. She was so tight and wet he knew he couldn’t keep her waiting long. With any luck, this short, sharp fuck would bring on her period and calm that strong temper and stubbornness of hers. She needed a break from all this tension and so did he. Every time he let her go into a session, the danger was getting closer and closer. They had to find Rann and the bombs soon otherwise he feared losing her. Anger flared at the thought of losing her inducing him to drive deeper and firmer. He wanted to consume her, make her part of him so he could keep her safe from all harm. She was his gift and he wouldn’t let anyone take her away from him even if he had to kill them. The warning flags came up in his mind. He was too close to her and losing his focus. It would put her in more danger, but he could never let go.

  “Come,” he commanded feeling his cock twitch ready to explode and spill its contents. She breathed hard against his hand, kissing it with her hot red lipstick that he wanted to see rimmed around his cock sometime soon. She obeyed him immediately and pulled him with her. He speared her as though he were making a kill unable to hold himself back. She met every thrust in her restrained position ready for more and more. He growled his release and collapsed over her, planting kisses across her neck, lying inside her enchanted by the small aftershocks racking inside her.

  Carefully, he
pulled out of her checking his penis for any signs of her period arriving, but it wasn’t until he caressed the length of her pink folds a small drop of fresh blood appeared on the pad of his finger.

  “Keep your panties down,” he told her kissing her lips loving the strong way she responded. “Where are your tampons?”

  “In my bag. Have I…?” She looked embarrassed.

  “Yes. I will take care of it.”

  “No. I will do it myself. Please.”

  He gave her his trademark stern look. It was enough to make her back down and remain quiet. He replaced his cock in his trousers and zipped them up. He stood up.

  “Turn on to your back and keep your hands above your head where I can see them,” he instructed. “I won’t be a moment.”

  Mark cleansed his hands in the small bathroom attached to the sterile white lounge with little furniture and picked up Helena’s bag from the side of the sofa. Rummaging inside he found her box of tampons and took one out. Helena looked nervous and helpless as he approached her undoing the wrapper.

  “Don’t look so worried,” he told her with a gentle smile sitting next to her on the couch. “I have done this quite a few times. Put your knees into a bent position. Good girl.”

  He readied the tampon, watching her eye him a little fearfully, as though she didn’t believe his assertion. Mark leaned forwards and busied himself with his task as her Dominant. Using his fingers, he spread her pussy open and directed the tip of the tampon towards her vagina. Gently he inserted the tampon and secured it in place before lovingly pulling up her panties and her skirt down. He cleansed his hands once more then poured her a cup of coffee making her relax for the short time together.

  “Thank you for taking care of me,” she sounded sweet and childlike again when she said it to him, and his heart leapt at the feeling she poured into the small statement. He took a sip of his own coffee from the cup and saucer he held in his hands and put it down.