Couples Therapy Pt 02 Queen

This is the follow up to Couples therapy part one. If you have not read the first one, I recommend it so you are aware of the characters discussed here. This story is just myself and Queen while she takes me on a girl's trip. This story wasn't chosen by a vote it was simply one I enjoyed writing and expanding on going over my journal entries from that weekend. Names and places have been changed to keep things anonymous but the rest is as I remember. Enjoy.

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Becoming Princess was the kind of jolt my life needed. I was back in control of my writing and libido and my relationship with Zipporah even began to have positive effect on my work life. Stepping out of the quite unassuming role at work led me to get promoted although it came with attention, I didn't want it was attention deserved. Dee and I were back on good terms and while I thought I would feel suffocated by being in a relationship of sorts I actually felt freer.

When I wanted, I had a warm bed to share with Zipporah and Chadwick or with either or. They understood the limits of my social life so left me alone when I needed time in the hobbit hole to recharge and encouraged me to continue to explore my sexuality with added safety measures. Life as Princess was becoming my new normal and it felt right in more ways than one. Yet lying in bed cuddled up next to Zipporah with her hand casually stroking my back while she read my mind kept trying to find ways to resist the happiness I felt.

I felt loved and it felt wrong or I felt wrong for enjoying it. Up until this point nobody had cared for me like this. I shared my body and moved on keeping that part of me closed off after my first experience with love left me hurt. Now here I was ready to resist something real just because I didn't feel like I deserved it.

I rubbed my hand on her thigh while she turned the pages thinking about if it was ok to feel this good about someone. She was married for Christ's sake! I couldn't truly have her the way I wanted, could I? Chadwick was away on one of his business trips so she and I had the house to ourselves for a week which meant consistent nudity, red wine, and cooking. I didn't mind it at all and to be honest I found I didn't need to go home during that week I basically lived with her when he was away. I started to feel guilty about having feelings about my mentor while her devoted husband was away, I felt guilty about wanting her to myself, I felt undeserving of the love she showered me with.

"What's wrong little Princess?" She asked having an uncanny ability to read me. I had yet to be able to hide anything from her, she saw through every fake smile or forced laugh. It didn't stop me from trying to hide anyway.

"Nothing just a little tired, I have a long day tomorrow and it's got me a little on edge." I lied.

"A long day has you on edge huh." I could hear the doubt in her voice as she leaned over placing her book on the nightstand and scooting into bed with me so we were eye to eye.

"Guess I will have to help you relax." She whispered offering me a smile before kissing my forehead.

It had been a couple of days since we had sex which made my feelings worse because it wasn't the sex that was keeping me around it was just her company.

She kissed me slowly while our hands traversed the familiar terrain of each other's bodies. I loved how she knew just how to touch me when it was just us. The sounds of our kissing and moaning filled the room as she rolled over on top of me letting me feel the weight of her naked body against mine. I curled my legs around her waist embracing her while she playfully bit my lip before sliding her hand between us. Her expert fingers danced with my clit while I moaned in her mouth, she didn't need my words to know what my body needed, for her it was all instinct. She broke the kiss between us and slid down to take one of my nipples in her mouth while pinching the other with her fingers. The combination was enough to get me where I needed to be and quickly but I knew my mistress, my Queen always went first. I held out moaning for her, letting her hear my passion for her.

"I love the way you touch me. I'm all yours I promise." I moaned trying to dance around my truest feelings that even I was afraid to admit.

She responded by slipping two fingers inside me slowly pushing deep and pulling out while kissing down my body. I knew the next thing I would feel was her full lips on my clit and I would no longer be able to hold out. I tried to sit up and stop her.

"You have to cum first my Queen please." I begged feeling the rise as her lips kissed my exposed button.

"Just this once little Princess, just relax." A broken rule was unlike her, a broken rule for me specifically was unheard of.

"I love the way you taste little Princess." She whispered just loud enough for me to hear above my own moans. I gripped the sheets preparing for the waves of my release to hit. I heard her voice in my head whispering what I truly wanted to hear,

I love you Belle.

The voice in my head triggered my climax and I screamed out bucking my hips while she kept her lips on my clit. She wouldn't stop until I begged her to let me go, when the sensitivity was so great it hurt.

She worked her way back up my body letting me taste myself on her lips before lying next to me re adjusting my hair wrap while I caught my breath. After I took my moment, I rolled on my side prepared to give her the same treatment starting with kissing her neck.

"Wait." She said wrapping her arms around me planting another kiss on my forehead.

"When you are ready to tell me what's going on in this beautiful head of yours, I will be here ok? Now that we got you nice and relaxed try to get some sleep."

"So, its blackmail then, I didn't think you would resort to such methods." I replied jokingly but beginning to pout I truly enjoyed pleasing her and she knew it.

"It's not blackmail." She laughed placing her hand on my shoulder forcing me to roll over so she could hold me. She turned off the lamp and pulled me close planting a kiss on my shoulder.

"Something is on your mind, sex won't solve it, it never does little Princess. You just came and still your mind is clouded. I will wait until your mind is ready to enjoy sex not just your body."

"But."

"Shhh, get your rest." She whispered in my ear turning me on and clouding my mind further. I never claimed to be emotionally competent I land on one of two extremes; I blurt everything incoherently or just stop talking. This time I kept my mouth shut.

The next morning, we melded into our routine as I did my best to pretend nothing was going on in my head. I woke her up repaying the excellent job she did on me the night before. Something about making me the first thing on her mind in the morning inspired me to do that as many mornings as I could. We ate breakfast and had coffee together before we went our separate ways for the day.

As per usual I found ways to distract myself from what was actually on my mind by working and writing and for the most part I decided I was over reacting and I needed to chill. Every time I told myself to relax that little voice in the back of my head whispered

but you came when she said I love you.

The argument in my mind back and forth about it was relentless. Most of my day was spent with split attention and it was frustrating beyond belief, I decided I needed to tell someone, anyone. Just get it off my chest and say it out loud. I made my way to the bathroom on the other side of the building and got in the last stall grabbing my phone trying to figure out who I could call. My first instinct was to call Cassidy (I am sorry I didn't girl), something told me not to so I didn't. My next two choices where the people involved so I had to scratch them out, I settled on James. I should have text first but I just called.

"Hey you ok?" He answered confusing me for a moment before realizing he was asking because I called out of the blue in the middle of the workday.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine I just need your ear right now. Do you have a minute?"

"Uh yeah gimmie a second." He said right before I heard the background noise cut off and realized he put me on mute to excuse himself from whatever he was doing. I suddenly felt guilty thinking I interrupted a work meeting.

"Hey I'm back what's wrong?"

I hesitated biting my lip looking down at my panties nestled in my pants at my ankles. I don't even know why I pulled them down I just wanted to use the phone.

"Belle you still there?"

"I am in love with a married woman and I don't know how to feel about it." I blurted in one breath exhaling hard. I said it aloud and I didn't feel any better, in fact I felt worse so bad that I didn't notice James hadn't replied yet.

"Hello?"

"I'm still here Belle. I don't know what to say. A married woman that's pretty messed up what about her husband?"

"He knows we sleep together, it's kind of like a three-way thing going on?" I replied knowing I fucked up. James had been hounding me for a relationship for months and I refused every time now here I am confessing I was in one with another man and his wife. However, if not for anything else James had two things, I will always admire patience and class.

"It's ok to be in love with someone Belle don't be afraid of it. There is more to live than books and sex girl. Eventually you are going to want someone to share those books with and all your nasty stories. If her husband is ok with all of this I say let go and let love." His voice was a mixture of sadness and acceptance in a tone I had never heard from him. I felt terrible, I felt like I hurt him.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have called you and put this on you."

"I am glad you did; I am seeing someone and have been half assing it holding out for you. We both need to let go and let love."

It was my turn to be stunned and hurt. I knew I had no claim to him but yet I feel I had all the claim to him. He could fuck whomever he wanted but he was still mine in my head. In that moment I saw the bigger picture, he felt the same about me and I just fucked it up.

"Good luck James and thank you."

"Good luck Belle call me anytime."

I cried in that stall for twenty minutes before I was able to compose myself for work. I trudged through the rest of my day feeling like shit. My inner monologue was a tirade of insults at all those I came in contact with even though my face was even with a neutral smile. Nearing the end of my day my phone buzzed with a message I ignored until I was on my way out the building. It was Friday and I needed to go home and decompress knowing it would make Zipporah worry. Entering the parking garage, I saw the message and it was from Zipporah.

"On the way home stop by your place and pack a carry on we are taking a little girl's trip!"

I stopped in my tracks, there was so much to dissect.

On my way "home"? was her house my home now? A carry on whatever it is you have planned I can't afford it! Girls trip, your husband gets home Sunday?

I made my way to my car attempting to figure out a response.

"Zip I can't afford a girls trip, thank you but I will head to my place." I replied putting on my seatbelt and starting my car. She immediately responded.

"It's on me little Princess now grab your things and hurry or we will miss the flight and have to take the red eye. -Queen"

I rolled my eyes, her signing it as "Queen" was her subtle way of saying "Non-negotiable". I started my commute to my place which I found I kept referring to it as my place and not home in my mind. I didn't respond until I got home and packed my bag out of defiance considering I didn't want to go anywhere much less be paid for. It always made me feel like a mooch when she tried to spoil me. I picked up my phone and dialed her number as I walked to my front door.

"Hello Princess are you ready?"

"Yes, I am on my way out to my car now."

"Perfect I am outside ready to take you to the airport."

"What you are outside right now?" I said closing my door and making my way out of the building.

"Yes, I am I thought you may need some prodding to come along I know you hate it when I pay for things." I could hear her grin through the phone and it was frustrating.

"I hate it when you pay for things yet you still do it Zip." I said seeing her car and

walking towards her seeing her in the light of her visor mirror checking her makeup.

"I know but what good is the money if I can't spend it on the ones I love?" I froze in my tracks four feet from her car. I watched her look over and see me before hanging up and stepping out of the car. She was wearing a beautiful dress that looked as if it was designed simply to show her off just her like nobody else would look good wearing it. She came around gliding as if she required no need to touch the ground and hugged me still gripping my phone to my ear.

"Don't look so surprised, get in the car." She smiled grabbing my bag and tossing it in the trunk.

My mouth was dry and I felt woefully under dressed and still processing what she said.

Ok, girl calm down black people call each other loved ones all the time that does not mean she is "In love" with you.

That thought seemed to calm my mind down a bit as she drove off.

"I should have put something else on you look amazing."

"Oh no don't worry about it we are going to do a little shopping tomorrow when we get there and there should be a few clothes at the resort for us." She replied with a smile placing her leg on my thigh. I wished I was naked I needed to feel her skin against mine, I settled for placing my hand on top of hers.

"Resort?"

"Yup my favorite little hideaway! A Resort and spa, we will get pampered and get you nice and relaxed." Her hand squeezed my thigh as we cruised down the highway. I knew she wouldn't tell me where we were going so I decided not to ask. Instead I took control of the music and let us settle into our happy playful banter about each other's inability to sing like anyone played. The drive and the singing eased my tensions quickly we moved through the airport quickly having only the two carry-on bags which led to me figuring out where we were going.

I didn't protest I knew there was no point so I just went along for the ride albeit surprising as it was my first time in first class. It was a four-hour flight and we went back in time so it was basically three hours when we landed at our destination a bit tipsy from in-flight beverages. We caught a taxi and headed to the resort which was a bit of a drive but we entertained ourselves with light petting and teasing trying not to reveal ourselves to the driver in the front seat (I am sure he knew from the giggles.)

The resort was huge, as you can imagine it was my first time at such an establishment and I tried not to look like it was my first time while I looked around slack jaw in the lobby checking in. I listened intently as she confirmed out spa day for the next morning and other rewards member whatever points and benefits, she was entitled to. When we were finally alone in the elevator, I hugged my mistress and held her while we rode up the obscenely large building stopping a few floors short of the roof.

"Thank you for this, I guess I needed it after all."

"We haven't even done anything yet! The massages here are amazing, mani pedi's mud wraps and the hot tub are going to really relax you!" She laughed as the doors opened and we stepped out into the hallway walking hand in hand to the room. She let me open the door and walk in first to see a hotel room bigger than my apartment. It had its own living room, balcony and full kitchen more space than we could ever need but I enjoyed the luxury none the less.

"This is amazing!" I said turning around to see her smile.

"Anything for my Princess." Her words wrapped around me with her arms and we embraced and kissed feeling the familiar rise in sexual tension. She wanted it and so did I.

"Wait Princess." She stopped me holding my waist and bowing her arms keeping me from getting to the zipper on her back. I resisted pulling my arms out and slipping them under hers and kissing her neck.

"I have a surprise for you if you wait horny little pussy pet." She moaned calling me that for the first time blocking out all sense of negotiation. I caught the zipper and pulled it down gripping the dress and going down to my knees as it fell to the floor revealing her naked body. I kissed her little patch of hair above her clit and moaned smelling her arousal.

"But your pussy pet is hungry Mistress." I pouted using a title I have ached to use outside my own mind.

"Oh god girl on your back!" She demanded.

"Oh, you like that Mistress? I don't know you said no maybe you should put me on my back." I pouted sliding from my knees to my butt. She didn't hesitate to push me over on my back moving swiftly to plant her pussy on my face before I could utter another word.

Usually she is slow and passionate, tonight she was rough and direct using my face as her personal fuck toy. I extended my tongue attempting to lick where I desired while she rolled her hips making use of my whole face with a handful of my hair in her hand keeping me in place.

"That's its pussy pet chase me." She moaned grinding on my face losing herself in moans and cries of ecstasy. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe trying to collect as much of her in my mouth as I could feeling her fiery passion. I grabbed my breast through my shirt wishing I didn't have it on pulling it up trying to expose my needy nipples. Her hand gripped my hair pulling harder to the point it actually hurt.

"Hands on the floor you are mine to touch." Her moans made it hard to follow instructions but I placed my hands on the floor letting her use me as she saw fit. I moaned into her pussy grinding into my face hungry for her pleasure and needy for mine. I succumbed to her needs and focused on my breathing while she used my face for her pleasure.

"Yes, pussy pet so close." She moaned speeding up her gyrations ready to reach her peak.

I laid there, fully clothed, a horny mess, all while she was painting my face with her pussy driving me insane. Her climax hit hard making her body clench around my head robbing me of air for longer than was probably healthy before she let go and stood on wobbly legs.

"Get up, out of your clothes and on the bed now." She commanded attempting to be stern while on wobbly legs.

I wanted to be rebellious and tell her to make me get on the bed or just flat out say no and make it a real power game but she turned and walked away heading to her bag left at the front door. I scrambled to my feet leaving a trail of clothes to the foot of the bed. I laid on my back with my legs spread wide ready for whatever she intended.

"Close your eyes." She spoke from the outside of the door of course making me want to look. I followed instructions laying back and closing my eyes focusing on what I could hear. The soft footsteps on the carpet as she approached were the only clue I had before I felt her hands on my ankles. She pulled me to the edge of the bed rubbing my legs and letting her fingernails trail along my skin.

"I have a special surprise for you little Princess." She whispered pulling her nails down my thighs letting me feel her scratch me.

"Can I see it?" I breathed excited by the sensation of her nails.

"Open your eyes."

I leaned up on my elbows to see her in front of me with a purple dick extending from between her thighs. It wasn't exactly a dick it was curved, had ridges along the shaft and fed through her black harness.

"Wow, I didn't think you liked strapons." I replied reaching out to touch it. This would be my second encounter with a woman wearing a strap on however, this one looked different and was something new to share with my mistress.