[sad tentacle noises]

I shrug. "What do you mean?"

Addie tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You, my darling, have been unusually quiet today, so there seems to be something on your mind."

Damnit. Am I really that bad at hiding it? "It's nothing." I wave her off, knowing full well she won't accept that answer.

Fuck it. I've been putting this off for days now. I don't want to have this talk, even though I know I have to. I hate this.

Gnawing on my lips, I sigh, before quietly announcing, "I have to tell you something."

"Okay?"

Addie looks at me, patiently waiting, but I have a hard time keeping eye contact for this, so instead, I stare at the ground. Then she gently grabs one of my hands, intertwining our fingers, caressing me with her thumb. Usually, I love all those little gestures, those casual touches, because they always feel so affectionate. Caring. And right now, this is meant to be supportive, encouraging - but that only makes it harder.

I pull away, untangling our fingers, and wrap my arms around my knees instead. After taking a deep breath, I finally get it over with.

"I know this… this thing between us is supposed to be casual. Just sex. A little distraction. Like, I knew that from the start, and I was fine with it." I really was. I couldn't believe my luck when that beautiful, smart, successful woman I had a massive crush on actually wanted me, too, but I was well aware that it would never result in anything more than a fling. How could it? "The problem is…" I take another deep breath, still unable to look at her. "I tried, I really tried to keep it casual. But right now, I am failing miserably, because you're just so…" I shake my head, looking for the right word. Stunning. Amazing. Breathtaking in every conceivable way. God, why am I so pathetic? What am I even doing here?

"Fia. Look at me, please," Addie says, her voice gentle. When I finally manage to force myself to do so, she softly asks, "Is this a breakup talk, or a love confession?"

I make a face. "The latter. Ideally." Yeah, maybe I sent the wrong signals with my weird little speech here. I'm terrible at this stuff.

She chuckles and caresses my face. "Come here."

I sink into her arms, and she wraps me up tightly, nuzzling into my hair, while I inhale her familiar smell for a second.

"I'm crazy about you," I say before I can stop myself. "Every day, I'm falling for you more and more. And I have no idea how I can keep pretending that I'm not."

"Then don't," Addie replies, and I look up at her, a little confused. "Do you want us to be less 'casual'? A real, serious relationship?"

"Is that an option?" I ask, baffled.

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because I don't fit into your life." Isn't that obvious? She's so busy with all her work stuff and her extensive social life and all that. It's one thing to have me over for a night here and there, but to make this something real? "Also, you are so far out of my league in every way. The thought alone seems ridiculous."

Addie frowns. "Darling, what are you talking about?"

"What, you want to be like 'This is my girlfriend, the college dropout. She works as a secretary.'?"

She strokes my cheek. "You really think I care about that? Besides, I should be the one worrying - you might realize soon enough you don't want to be with an ugly, old hag twice your age."

"Oh please," I laugh, rolling my eyes. So what if she's approaching fifty, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and will be when she's a hundred.

Addie gets serious again. "Of course you fit into my life. I'll make space for you. Because I really, really enjoy you. Not just the sex. You." I gaze at her, trying so hard not to choke up. Does she actually mean that? Her smile makes the butterflies in my stomach go wild. "So - can I introduce you to people as my scandalously young girlfriend from now on?"

"I'd like that. A lot," I answer with a grimace. I'd love nothing more, in fact.

"Well, it's settled then," she grins and pulls me into a kiss.

Holy shit. That went… surprisingly well. Huh.

"But just for the record?" Addie murmurs against my lips. "We should work on your way of setting the mood for a talk like this."

"Yeah, we should… Sorry about that," I laugh, nuzzling into her face. Let's assume I don't need a 'talk like this' anytime soon.

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Helena walks into the room, wearing her usual getup of tank top, panties, and huge strap-on, and I swallow the lump in my throat. There are a lot of emotions rushing through me in this moment, and none of them positive. Anger, mostly. Sadness, being rejected. I can feel tears stinging in my eyes.

This is one of the crueler things Helena has done to me. What happened to 'you have no reason to be jealous of her, she's not a threat to you'? So what if I'm scared of being replaced, of Helena getting bored with me and finding a new toy. It's not like I'm particularly clingy and show those emotions much - but I can't exactly control having them. And for Helena to now treat me like this? Making me watch? That's really heartless, even by her standards.

I should storm out there and tell them both what I think of this little stunt, drag Raquel out by her hair or something. Yes, I am aware it's not technically her fault, she probably doesn't know about Helena and me, but still. If this stupid cow hadn't thrown herself at Helena at every opportunity… I hate her.

I don't have to do this - torturing myself by watching the woman I love fuck someone else. I should get out of here before they actually start, or I'll never get those images out of my head.

I can't. I have to see.

Raquel is sitting on the edge of the bed, with Helena standing in front of her. They are talking about something - is there sound? I find the volume control and turn it up.

"I'm not sucking your strap," Raquel chuckles. "And please don't call me a slut again."

Helena gives her a long look. "Raquel. Open your mouth. I'm not going to repeat myself."

Raquel wiggles her eyebrows and smiles in an attempt to be seductive. "I can do other things with my mouth instead."

Without warning, Helena grabs Raquel's hair and shoves her cock into her mouth. Startled, Raquel lets out a surprised squeal and gags, trying to push Helena away. Yeah, that's not going to work, I know from experience that Helena is stronger than she looks.

"I don't think you understand your role here, my dear. This isn't for your enjoyment, it's for mine." Helena pushes her cock in deeper, making Raquel gag once more. "All I want to hear from you is 'Yes, Sir' and some pretty noises." Another push, another gag. "Are we clear?"

She pulls Raquel off her cock by her hair to give her an opportunity to answer. I wonder if she will protest again, because she sure glares up at Helena very defiantly. But then she just murmurs a quiet "Yes, Sir."

Helena shoves her cock right back into her mouth with a pleased grin. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Pushing deeper, she pats Raquel's head. "What a pretty little cocksucking slut you are."

She starts laying into her, fucking her face for real, and the room is filled with gagging noises. I have to say, that's a pretty weak performance Raquel presents here, for someone who usually excels at basically everything. I can take Helena's cock a lot better… Is that something to be proud of? I also don't protest as much, obviously. Raquel sure has a lot to learn - not that I want her to learn, because I hate her, and I hate seeing her with Helena like this.

And what I hate even more is the unmistakably tingly feeling in my pussy. For fuck's sake, why is this turning me on? But I just can't drag my eyes away from that view, Helena roughly using Raquel like some kind of toy, with her clearly not liking it. Maybe Helena's sadism is rubbing off on me.

She eventually has mercy and pulls out, leaving Raquel coughing and gasping for air. Wiping the spit off her chin, she scowls. "I did not enjoy that."

An amused snort is all the reply Helena cares to give, showing exactly how much Raquel's enjoyment matters to her. Instead, she simply orders, "Get on the bed. On your knees."

Raquel crosses her arms in front of her chest. "What, you're going to fuck me, just like this? Not even any foreplay?"

"That was the foreplay, my dear," Helena chuckles. I thoroughly agree - and if Raquel didn't get wet from having her face fucked, then that's her own fault. Somehow. I would be dripping down my legs by now.

Apparently realizing that being a brat doesn't get her very far, she tries another tactic, and puts on an appeasing smile, fluttering her eyelashes. "Helena, come on, I-"

Her pathetic begging is interrupted by a firm slap to the face. "It's 'Sir'," Helena reminds her with a sweet, not-very-sincere smile. "If you don't mind."

Raquel blinks away a few tears, dazed for a moment - and then starts to complain again. She really doesn't learn, does she? "I told you, I don't care if you're going a bit rougher, but that actually hurt and-"

Another slap, even harder this time. "Bed. Now."

There's this glimmer of fear in Raquel's face, and I bet she's contemplating running away. Did it simply never occur to her to be afraid of Helena? Doesn't she realize what she's capable of? I thought she's smarter than this.

She finally does as she's told and gets on her knees, with Helena positioning herself behind her.

"Can you please go slow-" Raquel's request segues into a pained moan, because of course Helena rammed her cock into her in one go - which must be really unpleasant if you're not a masochist like me, who gets wet from being slapped around and degraded. If I had any sympathy for her, I'd feel sorry. Instead, I can't help but rub my thighs together, because it is actually pretty hot how Helena starts fucking into her without mercy.

"Hel- Sir, stop, please," Raquel tries to bargain one more time. "This really hurts."

Helena grips her hips and picks up the pace even more. "Raquel, you need to stop talking so much."

"Please stop," she whimpers.

Ignoring the begging, Helena gives her a few really deep strokes, definitely hitting her cervix quite nicely. "I have to say, I'm a little disappointed. I explicitly told you I'm not going to be gentle. And you assured me you can handle it. That you can take whatever I throw at you. But so far, I'm not particularly impressed."

"It hurts," Raquel whines, letting out what sounds like a sob.

"You see, my dear, that's the point."

Helena lays into her, relentlessly pounding away, and Raquel finally stops protesting. She's still not enjoying it; I think she simply gave up. It's actually getting a little boring, she doesn't even make many noises? What a sorry excuse of a plaything.

Seems like Helena finds it as dull as I do, and eventually stops. She pulls out and walks away toward the bathroom while Raquel collapses onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow. Is she crying? Serves her right.

When Helena returns without her strap, she drops a pile of clothes on the bed. "Get dressed, please. You can leave now." Raquel quickly wipes her face and glares at her, then grabs her clothes. "I don't see this working out, by the way."

"What, because I don't like getting abused and degraded without warning?" She actually sounds quite offended. "Because I have boundaries?"

Helena gives her a wry smile. "Yes."

From the office window, hidden by the curtains, I watch Raquel storm out of the house, and I breathe a sigh of relief. The less time I have to be under the same roof as her, the better. Then I hear the door behind me, and Helena enters, still barefoot, but having thrown on her pajama pants and a loose sweater.

Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I grumble, "That was so unnecessary."

"Told you I'd prove to you that she's no threat."

"By fucking her?!"

"I think I made my point," she shrugs.

I glare at her for a moment, then I look at the ground. This stupid stunt really hurt, and I think I have every right to be angry.

Helena steps closer and gently lifts my chin. "Sofiya, she could never replace you. Nobody can, in fact," she states softly, and I can already feel my anger dissipating. She really knows how to get me, because that one hit. And I have to admit, it did cure me a little of my jealousy regarding Raquel. Still. I want to be mad at her. It's just not exactly easy when she looks at me so gently and strokes my cheek. "You're my good girl, and nobody else could ever be as perfect for me as you are."

I get lost in her eyes, choking up a bit. This almost sounded like a love confession. She means that, doesn't she? Fuck. Before I can stop myself, I press a kiss on her lips. Helena pulls me closer, deepening the kiss, and I let out a little sigh. This woman has me wrapped around her finger.

"For the record, I still don't approve of your methods," I murmur against her lips, my eyes closed.

"You rarely do, my dear," she chuckles. "Now, how about you come and suck my cock clean?"

I stare at her, flabbergasted. The thought of licking Raquel's juices from her damn strap is really gross. Unfortunately, it also makes my pussy tingle.

Hesitating, I gnaw on my lip for a moment. Oh, fuck it. "Yes, Sir," I mutter. I can't believe I'm actually agreeing to this.

The kiss she rewards me with makes it worth it, though. "That's my good girl. My perfect good girl."

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