Page 12 of Menotte avec toi

Hovering the tails above the top of her dress, I swept the feathers across her flesh. Down one arm and up, then back across her chest to repeat the same on the other. Her skin prickled with goosebumps. The material of her dress was thin enough that her arousal was evident given the state of her pebbled buds. My treasure box housed a variety of nipple clamps I’d love to one day utilize on Sonnet’s breasts.

Tracing around the areolas I gave a light flick of the tails to the tips. Sonnet whimpered, and her hips thrust as much as the restraints would allow. “Did you enjoy that, Kitten?”

“Yes, Mistress Harper,” she hissed. “Yes.”

I did it again to the other breast, eliciting a delightful gasp that time. “Maybe my new pet does enjoy a hint of pain.” I’d not flicked it hard enough to leave a mark. But maybe someday…

Down her torso it weaved, revealing many ticklish spots along its path, all of which I committed to memory.

“What color are you, Kitten?”

“Green. A wonderful shade as deep as your eyes.”

In an artist’s mind, no detail goes unnoticed. “Flattery will get you,” I snapped it right between her thighs, pleased with myself when she squealed and writhed against the restraints. “Everywhere.”

While she caught her breath, I trailed the feathers down the inside of her stocking-clad legs and back up. Across the top of the bikini line along the exposed skin, over her mound, andaround again. The way she moaned, teetering right on the edge, I knew a couple more times was all she’d endure.

“What color, Kitten?”

“Green. Green. Green,” she chanted. Right as she canted her hips, I flicked the tails, landing directly on the dampened area. “Fuck!” She shouted. I pushed the panties to the side and slid two fingers in. Awestruck as I watched her body undulate. Her facial expression while in the throes of ecstasy as she rode my fingers through her orgasm was nothing short of erotic.

“Beautiful.” Sonnet blushed at my compliment as she slowly opened her eyes. Massaging her ankles and wrists as I undid each restraint, my own needs heightening the more I touched her. “Stay here, Kitten. I’ll be right back.” I went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. “Please, drink.”

I wanted to curl up beside her and take her in my arms, but the chaise wasn’t suited for two bodies.

Sonnet finished the bottle, then sat up. “I should leave. Right? Our scene is over. Isn’t that how this works?” She straightened her dress and slid into her shoes, but I wasn’t ready to let her go.

“Spend the night with me.” She paused, uncertainty marring her face. I hated that I put that there when I should’ve made clear this wasn’t a typical scene. “This wasn’t a scene with a sub. I’m sorry I wasn’t clear earlier. Spend the night with me, please?”

She drew in the corner of her bottom lip and gave a lopsided grin. “Okay.”

I held my hand out, and as she slid her fingers through mine, I knew one and done wouldn’t be enough for me. Not that I hadn’t already had similar thoughts, but the way she looked at me now hit me deep. “May I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Hair as soft as I’d envisioned, my fingers easily ran through it. Sonnet leaned into my hand, and I gently tilted her face upand pressed my mouth to hers. We’d barely drawn apart before I took her lips again, my tongue slid between her parted lips, mingling with hers in a sensual game of chase.

Her taste, her scent, her body pressed to mine. I couldn’t get enough, and yet we’d only just begun. Everything about this woman was an aphrodisiac. I desired her with everything I had, and it still didn’t feel like enough. My head was in a fog, my heart rate elevated. How much wine did I drink? Only a glass, yet this woman had my brain in an alcohol-induced haze.

Get a grip, Harper.

“Shall we move this to the bedroom, Kitten?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

Mistress.If only she knew how weak she rendered me, I’d lose the title I’d worked so hard to earn. But Sonnet would be worth it.

“While I appreciate the use of the proper moniker, I’m hoping to be more to you.” Okay, now we were getting somewhere given her smile returned.You must remember to use your words, Harper.“I haven’t dated since, well, before Simon and I married.” Take me outside of a scene, and I’m useless.

Sonnet giggled and kissed me. “HasmyMistress, lost her words?”

Words, yes, but her emphasis on the wordmywasn’t missed by me. “You,” I tugged her close and pressed my lips to hers again. “Are going to be a handful, my pet.” Goddess knows I was more than capable of taming a wayward sub, but with Sonnet I’d bask in whatever she gave me. May be fun to think up new ways of punishing…naughty behavior. “But yes,yourMistress. Now will you be my pet?”

Maybe this whole dating a sub deal had merit to it.

“Thought I already was? Are you asking me to court you?” She batted her lashes. I had no idea of her age but was fairly certainshe was nowhere near the age the word courting had been popular during.

“I’m not sure about the whole courting,” I tugged her hair and pulled her head back. “But,” I nipped her neck, and she nearly purred. Hmm, another favorite recorded in memory. “I want you to be my girl and my girl only.” Possessive? Abso-freaking-lutely.

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