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Chapter Nine

Harper

Sonnet couldn’t have nailed those paintings any better than if she’d been inside my head. And at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised to find she had been. They were everything I’d wanted and more. So much more.

Her shy, timid reaction as she unveiled the canvases spoke volumes.

Someone from her past filled that beautifully brilliant mind of hers with bullshit.

Mentally beaten down, yet she still overcame and found her voice.

I can’t imagine the internal struggle she battled, and I had the overwhelming urge to smack the shit out of whoever did this to her.

How had they missed how utterly perfect she was?

Well, their loss was my win.

“Sonnet, you’ve absolutely blown me away with the paintings. I don’t know if you remember, but we offered the artist we contracted with space in the lobby to sell their works. We’ve cleared the main wall already in preparation.” Her eyes lit up, and I knew that brain of hers was working overtime.

“Are you sure? I mean, I remember reading it, but I don’t feel the consignment percentage was fair.”

Interesting. “How so?” Was twenty-five too much for the club to take?

“Usually the house gets more.”

“This isn’t a game of blackjack, sweetheart. This is your career, and with us dating, I wish to reduce it to ten percent. I’d prefer you pay Menotté nothing, but Patrice will be handling the transactions for both parties and should be properly compensated for her time.”

“You’re too kind, and I don’t want our relationship to overshadow business for either of us. I more than agree Patrice should be paid.”

“Then it’s done. I’ll ask the lawyer to amend it to ten percent payable directly to Patrice.

Now, about those photos for my special painting.

” Goddess, I’d wanted to undress her the moment I laid eyes on her in the hallway.

It’d take some time to retrain this old brain from undress, take care of their needs, then move on to the next client.

Sonnet was mine, all for me and not a job.

Dating was a foreign concept but one I’d learn to grasp, and this date had gone well, and now it was time for dessert and to show my girl how special she was.

“Let me help you clean up.” Together we had the leftovers stored and dishes in the dishwasher in a matter of minutes.

All but save for one. I dipped a remaining piece of sponge cake into the fondue pot and gently ran it across her lips, my tongue quick to remove the remnants.

The sundress she wore, a pattern of sunflowers and sun rays, while adorable, had to go.

I hooked a finger under a slender strap.

“May I?” An adorable nod as she nibbled her bottom lip was consent enough.

I pressed my lips to the light coating of freckles across her shoulders, and the material slipped free of them. I wondered how long it would take me to lick each and every one of them across her naked flesh.

Sonnet was my Achilles heel. I could never get enough of her.

Every waking moment I thought of this ginger beauty.

Touching her, tasting her. Listening to her moans while I made her come.

Knowing I did that, brought those sensual moments, and set her free was an aphrodisiac to my ears and libido.

Her climaxes only served to enhance mine.

Or maybe there was something more at work here.

Her cheeks pinked as her flesh was revealed, her shyness surfacing as her body was bared.

She stepped free of the clothing that lay at her feet and slid out of her summery sandals as I took her hand and led her over to the full length mirror I’d spotted in her room.

I stood behind her, my fingertips danced along her sides, and slid her long, ginger locks to one side.

My lips touched the exposed skin on her neck in barely there kisses as I whispered, “Keep your eyes open, Kitten. I want you to watch us. Want you to see how beautiful you are when I make you come.”

Nervously, her head bounced, easily agreeing with me.

“Good girl.” My fingertips continued mapping her flesh, along her torso, around her breasts and erect nipples.

“You’re gorgeous beyond words.” She began to shy away, that uncertainty from earlier returning.

“No, my pet, keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to see the same beautiful, brilliant woman that I do.”

With every touch, every caress, the familiar goosebumps surfaced.

Goddess, how I ate up the reaction she had to me.

“Spread your legs for me, Kitten.” Our reflection in the mirror, another I wished to have a camera at the ready for.

My naked princess against my fully dressed body.

A sign of trust. Sonnet trusted me and that was a heady feeling.

“Remember this and paint this for me one day. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes, my Mistress,” Sonnet purred as my finger slid over her clit and between her legs.

“I’ve never seen anything as lovely as you, my Kitten.”

“Mmm,” was all I received in return.

My perfect pet was so wet, my finger easily slid between her folds and inside. One hand pinched and tweaked a nipple while the other fingered her. As Sonnet reached the apex, a single thought consumed me.

I had to taste her again.

She pouted as my fingers withdrew until I pressed them to her lips. “Taste yourself.” Her reflection made eye contact with mine as she sucked my fingers clean. “Fuck, that’s hot. I’ve got to taste you.” Her pupils dilated as I knelt before her.

“Watch us, Kitten. Commit your every reaction to memory.” One day I may request a portfolio of my own to draw from and reflect upon whenever we’re apart. A sensual collection of our expressions while passion built and toppled over the edge.

I tasted every inch of my ginger kitten's flesh. From her ankles to her thighs before my tongue slid inside. The titillation of her essence, the sweetest taste on my tongue, nibbling her clit between her riding my tongue. “That’s it, Kitten. Take what you need from your mistress but keep your eyes open and glued to the mirror.”

“Yes, yes, M-m-mistress.”

“That’s my good girl. Now I’m going to eat that pussy that’s so wet and wanton for me.

Don’t hold back, I want to hear every sound that comes from you while I enjoy what’s mine.

” My tongue circled her clit, drawing the swollen nub inside.

Nibbling elicited the sexiest fucking moans from her.

Sonnet’s knees wobbled. I gripped one of her thighs to steady her as two fingers of my free hand slid inside.

The dual sensations had her chasing a high just out of reach.

Does she ride my fingers or focus on my mouth?

It only served to intensify and draw out the ultimate orgasms when stimulating a partner in multiple ways.

Every inch of their body felt it and they soundly slept afterwards.

I saw it reflected in my girl’s hazel eyes, she hadn’t slept a wink since she’d left my bed.

Her creative intuition ran her life, but now her mistress was here to give her brain and her body the calm it sought.

Ride me, sweet girl, I thought to myself and immediately pictured her tied to the bed while I filled her with the large silicone strap-on I had.

A dual sensation unit, the phallus buried deep inside a lover while the wearer had an orgasm-stimulating portion inside them.

The brilliantly devious minds of those who created adult toys never ceased to amaze me.

“Mistress.” Harper firmly gripped my hair and rode my fingers as she moaned the moniker and came, hard, nearly collapsing as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

I guided her over to the bed and quickly retrieved my phone, snapping endless pictures of my sated Kitten.

She rolled on her side, eyes barely open, and shyly grinned.

Muse. Sonnet may’ve said I inspired hers, but she was now mine. My reason to exist and the entire reason why there was only one I sought to please.

And based upon her smile, pleased is exactly what I’d just accomplished.

I mussed the sheets, draping one across her chest with barely a sliver of nipple peeking out.

“So beautiful,” and took more shots. The curve of her hip, leg drawn forward covering her pelvis.

I moved her leg back, presenting that special place I’ve had the pleasuring of becoming intimately familiar with.

What a picture that was, from her belly button to her thighs.

“There isn’t a spot on your body I don’t love.

” Even her feet, even though I’d not mention that.

Foot fetish wasn’t my scene, but every inch of this woman was perfect.

“Roll on your stomach, please, and arch your back. I ran my hand along her spine as she settled in, down over her cheeks, and took a picture with it rested there. Pride of ownership , I mentally labeled this one. I yearned to collar my girl, though we weren’t in that type of relationship.

Was it possible to fall in love this fast?

“Mistress,” Sonnet reached for me. “I need to take care of you.”

“Sweet Kitten, you’ve done more for me than you know.”

“Please?” She shot me the most adorable pouty face. “Undress and lay with me.”

Who was I to deny that request? Wrapped up, flesh on flesh with my Kitten. I’d be a fool to deny her anything.

“This is nice.” Sonnet cuddled up in my arms as soon as I lay down.

I pressed my lips to her head, drawing in the honey and lavender scent of her shampoo. “I agree. It’s been lonely in bed alone this week.” One night, on the verge of two and I spoke as though we’d lived together for years, and she’d merely been away on business.

How quickly the human brain fixates on desire, and not necessarily one of sexual desires but more of need.

If need could be considered a desire. Had I harbored a hidden desire to find a partner and ignored my inner monologue?

Hell, had I even allowed myself such thoughts since Simon and I divorced? Likely not.

It’s like I completely shut down. No emotions.

Every erotic interlude was merely a series of motions, an end to satisfy a need and nothing more.

Jesus, when did I forget how to feel? I sincerely hoped past partners didn’t see me as the cold woman I had become because that truly wasn’t who I sought to be.

“You’re thinking awfully hard over there.” Harper gazed up at me and I pressed my lips to hers.

“Reflection. Self-flagellation.” Was there a better way to say you’re beating yourself up?

“How so?”

How much was too much to share? Scaring Sonnet away was the last thing I wanted, but lying wasn’t an option either. “Well, not to be too forward but feeling the way I do about you.”

Sonnet perked up. “And how is that?”

Was Sonnet feeling the same as I was?

“Tried to remember when the last time was that I felt this way about another and came up empty. Don’t get me wrong, I love Simon, and a part of me always will, but I question whether we were truly in love or if it was more infatuation.

My feelings for him pale in comparison to the way I feel for you. ”

“And how is that?”

“Well, my little parrot, you’re quickly stealing my cold heart.”

Sonnet hopped up and kissed me then slid back into place. “I don’t think it’s cold, just maybe a little reserved.”

“Reserved for you, it would seem.” I swear, her happy feet danced beneath the sheets.

“Sorry, had an itch,” the giggling nut fibbed.

“As long as my Kitten is happy, so is her mistress.” No truer words had come from my mouth.

We lay there, basking in the feelings our conversation drew.

Completely content. Guess Sonnet wasn’t the only one of us who was tired because I dozed right off.

Though when I woke, she was no longer in my arms. I crawled from beneath the warm sheets in search of the soft body I craved to curl back up with.

When I found her, the vision of Sonnet hard at work that I walked into was one I’d soon not forget.

Her silhouette through the sheer robe she wore allowed the sunlight to capture her figure beautifully.

The glow highlighted her pert breasts. Nipples erect without receiving a single touch.

What was it she worked on that had her body in a state of arousal?

Silently, I crept back to the bedroom where I’d left my phone and returned to take more pictures.

“You’re a living, breathing Angel.” Sonnet stole my breath away. Had I not immediately snapped a picture, I’d have lost the moment because the instant she heard my voice, she turned, blocking the sun.

“You’re biased.” But her pleased smile said she appreciated the compliment.

“Maybe so but I feel like I’ve been given the greatest gift of my life.” All she was missing was the red bow that usually decorated such a perfect gift. “What are you working on?”

She blushed. “Come see.”