Page 7 of Menotte avec toi

“Kitten,” I’d grown attached to the pet name, though her given one was equally as beautiful. “I want to see what you feel. What’s drawn you into our lifestyle? Maybe even choose scenes you perhaps wish to be a part of.” Her eyes lit up, and I knew I’d struck gold. “I’d happily be your Domme for any aspect you wished to try.”

“R-really?”

I leaned in, there wasn’t a millimeter between my lips and her ear. “Really. After dinner, I’ll show you more.” That would be the real test of how well she’d handle watching others engaged in sexual acts or otherwise. Would it turn her on or turn her off? One thing was for certain: something about me reached her inner core if her shivers were the telltale indication of the effect I had on her, tonight would end on a very happy note. “Shall we?” My hand never left her lower back as we walked, and sinceshe hadn’t complained, I left it there. But a conversation about consent would be our dinner discussion.

Lana waited around the corner to bring our meals. As soon as we sat, she delivered them. “Ah, surf and turf. One of my favorites. Thank Chef for us, please.”

“Will do, Mistress Harper. May I bring you two anything else?”

A quick glance at Sonnet and a head nod confirmed we were good. “No thank you.”

“Is Mistress a moniker reserved for those you…”

Hmm, where was this headed? “Those I?” Brow raised in question.

Her face flushed, and she stared down at her food. “You sleep with or dom over? I’m not sure what the proper terminology is.”

I nearly laughed and barely refrained. Offending her was the furthest thing from my mind. “I can assure you, Kitten, I’ve never slept with that girl, nor will I. Mistress for me is a term of respect. While I am a Domme and have actively sexually pleasured some of my subs, not all, it’s not as frequent as you’re assuming.” Interested? Jealous? Further clarity was required. “May I ask what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours?”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Gently raising her hand, I pressed my lips to the top of it. “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Sappy? Most likely, but in my mind the words were true. She’d captured me from the first moment we met. “Now, back to my question.”

Sonnett stumbled, took a bite of her food, and then a sip of wine. “I-I, I like you.”

Now we were getting somewhere. “I like you too, Kitten. But what does that have to do with my status as a mistress?”

She shrugged. “I don’t think I could date someone whose job was to, um, please others. Orgasm wise.”

Ah. Hard to hide the realization in my facial expression, though I did my best. “There are ways to work around that. Andnot every scene is about bringing a sub to climax, nor myself. Now, if I had a sub of my own, that would change everything.”

“How so?”

“My focus would shift to them and their needs, whatever they may be.” Was that clear enough? To those outside the lifestyle, comprehension wasn’t always easy. “Which brings me to another question, one of consent. Earlier, when I placed my hand on your back I should’ve asked first, and for that I apologize.”

Her grin had my rarely used one appearing. “I liked it, and I, um, I like it when you call me Kitten too.”

Goddess, have mercy. Sonnet was about to wrap thisI’ll never love againDomme around her paint splattered finger. Yes, the deep pink hue that was missed during a scrubbing wasn’t missed by me. Another thing I already adored about this woman. Innocence and curiosity, a highly dangerous combination.

Flirty stolen glances as we ate, all the while wondering to myself where her thoughts were made for an interesting meal. Most subs were easily read between their responses to the limit’s questionnaire and one-on-one initial meetings we had, I hit it dead on most times. Did they like the subspace received from pain, or were they a little? Maybe a pet with an abundance of energy to run off. Or maybe they preferred the ability to be rendered motionless with the beautiful art of Shibari. Once upon a time that was a highlight for me when accepting a new sub, depicting their needs. Now, my focus was on one sub whose needs I’d soon uncover.

Sonnet would take time and patience. Thankfully, I had an abundance of both.

With our plates cleared away, the time had come to see if current scenes taking place inside the club grabbed her…attention.

“Are you ready to experience a whole new world?”

“With the head mistress as my guide.” Was it the great food, I must remember to thank our Chef, or the wine that brought out her sassy side? “I’d be honored.”

“Elevator or stairs?”

“You have an elevator?”

“We do. Some of our members have physical challenges, and our club is all-inclusive. Discrimination of any sort is not allowed.”

Our club theme was the perfect mixture of industrial and chic. Black iron staircases with matching walls, where Plexi hadn’t been installed, and the overhead trusses had been painted black as well as the structural beams. We took the stairs down, Sonnet’s head bounced from side to side, taking everything in.

“The basement rooms are mixed-use dungeons.” We paused in front of the one that was visible from our table above. “The others with the closed doors that you can’t see into are for private sessions, so we won’t be able to peek inside.” Though as the club owner I was technically allowed in at any time, I preferred not to take that modicum of privacy away from those utilizing the rooms unless I’d been alerted of a potential issue or asked to assist with a scene. Our security team manned the cameras and listed for the use of any safewords. If the Dom/Domme didn’t immediately stop, security would engage.

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