Helen had been doing some research. “I want to see if I can bring you to ecstasy with only my mouth.”
They sat at the table in her sitting room. In an effort to see Helen more and avoid more staff knowing the frequency of their evenings together, Regina had begun waiting until the close of the night-time meal hours in the dining room, then request whatever was left from supper to be packaged for her to take away.
Now, Regina blinked and pushed her plate away. “You need only say a few more sentences like that one and you are likely to succeed.”
Helen laughed, pleased.
They raced each other into Helen’s bedroom, almost trotting with anticipation. Once there, Helen gestured. “Undress for me, please. I am quite sure I could not accomplish that with my mouth.”
Regina leaned in for a quick kiss. “You as well.”
They both rushed to unlace and peel off layers.
“Lie down, please.”
“Shall I tie your hands?” Regina wiggled her brows.
Helen considered it. “Not this time. That might be the intermediate level.”
Regina laughed. “Right, then. I have no idea what you have in store for the advanced course. Apparently, you should be teaching some of these classes.”
Helen considered Robert Orford’s catalogue again. They needed to peruse it together. That would have to be here in her suite of rooms. It would be hard to justify carrying it down to the stables, should she be seen.
Leaning over her lover, Helen braced herself on her hands and knees, starting with a long kiss before dragging her lips over Regina’s biceps and up to her shoulders. She moved above her, brushing her breasts against Regina’s, allowing them to sway side to side an extra time or two.
“Hmm. I thought you said only your mouth. If it didn’t feel quite so good, I might say this is cheating.”
Helen nipped her rounded shoulder muscle then trailed her lips down Regina’s chest, giving her breasts attention. Her mound heated and grew wet. While part of her wanted to rub herself against Regina as she explored, a bigger part was interested in completing this challenge.
Her hair brushed Regina’s chest as she lowered to lick the taut stomach muscles under silky smooth feminine skin she so enjoyed. Skipping Regina’s center, she tongued her knee, then sank her teeth gently into her strong thigh muscle before nudging her legs apart with her chin.
“Mistress, you are amazing. If this is an introductory level experience, then you get exemplary marks.”
Helen snickered. “You haven’t even gotten an orgasm yet. You’re too easy a grader.”
“Right, then. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Helen nodded, and on the upswing, swiped her tongue hard and fast up Regina’s core.
Regina nearly shot off the bed. “Daggers. That was intense.”
Helen settled in, squirming a bit between those long, toned legs. “Hold on for the ride.”
Nudging Regina’s lips apart with her nose, she licked and sucked, paying attention to when the prone woman’s breathing caught. When it did, she repeated the motion, narrowing her focus and roughening bit by bit as Regina liked.
Finally, she buried her face in her folds, pressing with her mouth and nose as she firmed her tongue and thrust it over and over.
“Ah, ah. Love,” Regina panted, barely able to form words. “Put yourself over my leg.”
Helen realized she’d been grinding herself against the bedcover to no avail and happily swung her leg over Regina’s. Rounding her back, her core hit Regina’s shin. Regina had widened the splay of her legs so she could still put her mouth where she had pledged to. But now, she could also rub her most sensitive flesh to her own orgasm simultaneously.
Returning to lap at Regina, she could see her clitoris fully exposed and swollen and teased it with her tongue for a few seconds, finding the right angle for her own friction.
“Please, Mistress.”
Helen pressed her face against Regina, turning her nose back and forth, tonguing her channel and grinding herself down on her lover’s shin until they exploded together.
As they snuggled together, Helen’s head in the crook of Regina’s arm, the stablemistress smiled against her hair. “First in class.”
Today is going to be one of those days.
Helen had overslept, thanks to their snuggling leading to another round of sex that delayed sleep by several hours. And an introductory course finished today, which meant none of her other work got done. Instead, she’d spend the next two days meeting with sponsors who wished to discuss their students’ progress. In between, she’d send each of the departing students off with a hug and encouraging word.
On top of that, it was raining, which meant the staff had to work extra hard to keep the steps and halls from being slippery. Lugging the students’ trunks to their carriages across mud would only add to the staff’s overwork. She regretted again not having gotten around to ordering more gravel in for the drive to the dormitories. The staff’s struggles were her fault.
It was not even lunchtime, but Helen had only had time for one cup of tea and no food before the madness began. She was hungry, tired, and irritable, yet she was expected to be warm and welcoming to the demanding sponsors. Helen was ready to beg for five minutes to herself so she could at least gulp another cup of tea. Days like this made loving her work harder.
Another carriage rolled up, the sponsor alighting to bow over her hand with thanks. Helen leaned sideways to look inside the carriage to ensure he’d brought a maid as chaperone. His fiancée, Katherine, had been given her family’s permission to attend the school on condition that all proprieties were maintained.
Katherine came down the stairs at a jog, her face alight at seeing her betrothed. Halfway down, her booted foot slid on the wet stone. Only with Helen’s and the gentleman’s quick steps forward to catch her hands did she avoid a fall.
Regina appeared around the corner with the girl’s smallest trunk.
“What are you doing with that?” Helen snapped. The stress of the day and her concern turned her voice sharp. Katherine’s near miss made her picture the stablemistress slipping and falling as she’d done weeks ago.
Regina started, nearly dropping the trunk. Looking at Helen curiously, the taller woman handed the trunk off to the carriage driver to tie down.
“The last thing we need is for you to fall today.” Helen’s waspish tone shocked even herself. She stared at Regina in mute apology.
“Right. Better the twenty-five-year-olds with half my strength fall under the weight of the luggage.” Regina growled and stomped away.
“Damnation.” Helen whispered under her breath as Katherine’s carriage rolled away. Yet another thing wrong she’d have to fix.
Regina really needed to stop clomping around, the horses were giving her the side-eye. But every time she recalled Helen snapping at her, an angry pulse beat at her temples and her jaw clenched.
The headmistress had never interfered in Regina’s duties before, or her choices when she opted to help on the busiest move-in and move-out days.
She has no right to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do. Especially as by night, she waxes poetic about my muscles in between running her tongue over them.
Cecilia stumbled into the stable, winded. She shook rain out of her hair then wiped her face. Holding out a note, she gasped, “Mrs. Montague asked me to deliver this as soon as possible.”
“Did you run all the way here?”
“Yes. She seemed…upset. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her agitated before. And, well, you two…” Cecilia trailed off uncertainly.
And she yelled at me for walking in the rain.
Unwilling to see where Cecilia would take that statement or respond to her unspoken question, Regina simply said, “Thank you for delivering this. Please be more careful on that path, though. You saw what happened to me.”
Cecilia nodded and waved as she left.
Unfolding the note, Regina scanned it.
R~
I will come and apologize in person tonight, but this is my start: I am very sorry. I was (am) tired and hungry and…no matter, ’tis no excuse. Whilst it was not well done of me, my question came from concern for you. What can I do to make it up to you?
~H
Regina’s reread that last line and began to panic. What if Cecilia read the note? But Helen would not have given it to someone she did not trust, and the headmistress had as much to lose as she did.
Folding the missive, she slid it into her bodice to keep close to her heart. Five minutes later, she rolled her eyes and retreated to her room to tuck the paper under her smallclothes in her top dresser drawer. She couldn’t even manage to be romantic. Now her left breast had a papercut, and she’d spilled water on herself trying to be careful to not splash the letter.
For the rest of the day, she remained in the stables, helping expedite the students’ departure as best she could from there. She readied students’ horses, helped coachmen turn in the muddy yard, and kept the trough under the stable’s overhang full of food and water for the carriage beasts.
As she worked, she stewed. Cecilia was right, she’d never seen the headmistress in a state other than serene, at least in public. She smirked at memories of Helen’s non-serene states at times in bed. Shaking her head to clear it of the daydream, she returned to the problem at hand.
Helen would no doubt be harder on herself than anyone else, even with Regina being the injured party. She was already anxious about the expansion of her duties as the school grew in size and scope. This momentary lapse in professionalism would only worsen a stressful day.
Perhaps she should have sent a note back with Cecilia or even later in the day. But she wasn’t sure what she could say. The lines between personal and work relationships had been blurred, and Helen was her superior. She was at a loss.
She kept reminding herself she was living her dream, no matter what happened with Helen. However, her chest hurt the entire afternoon, albeit not from the stupid papercut. This felt much more like heartache.