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Chapter Fifteen

Harper

“Patrice?” I shouted from my office. “What do you know about driving an RV?” I’d never driven a recreational vehicle of any kind.

Wide eyes peeked around the doorframe as though I were a wild animal about to attack.

“Did you just ask what I think you did?”

“Ugh,” I tossed the pen down and slunk back into my desk chair. “I may have overpromised on a whim and a beautiful dream.”

“I’m gonna need more than that to figure out what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Well, let’s just preface this with the fact I have a hard time saying no to Sonnet.

” Patrice rolled her eyes. “We were discussing our potential vacation, and she came up with a wonderful idea to rent an RV and just go where the roads take us. I got swept up in the amazing story she told and said yes before I realized I’ve never driven anything of that magnitude before. Are there classes I should take first?”

She laughed so fucking hard Simon came running in. “What did I miss?”

“She, her.” All Patrice could do was laugh and point at me.

“I’ve known Harper for twenty years and never found her to be that funny. What are you two baking up in here?”

“I’ve got game.” Though my pout said otherwise.

“Just the fact you said I’ve got game proves you don’t.

Now, what did you do that has Patrice in need of adult diapers, and not the fun kind?

” Great, now Simon thinks he’s got game.

But as soon as I recounted the story, he joined Patrice in their merry band of merriment.

That was a lot of merry in one sentence…

“Jackass One and Jackass Two, can you please control yourselves? I have a real problem here that requires your assistance to remedy.” What was so fucking funny about this? “Never mind, forget I asked. Is everything ready for tonight?”

“No, no,” Patrice tried and failed to catch her breath. “Just give me a sec.” Tears streamed down her face. I grabbed the box of tissues off my desk and launched it in their direction. It hit Simon in the head, for which I felt no remorse.

“Alright,” he rubbed the spot, “I can take a hint. Good luck with your endeavor.” With a final chuckle, he headed back across the hall to his office. Meanwhile, Patrice was still curled in the fetal position, laughing far too hard.

“How are you still finding humor in this?” I saw the error in my question, more of whom I asked the question of, and had switched to internet searches. Those two were useless in this situation, as was this search.

Apparently a Class C vehicle, which was what Sonnet mentioned, doesn’t require any special endorsements or training to drive.

Not sure that’s wise, but they’re the so-called experts.

On the bright side, many of the consignment and RV sellers offered a pay for training course, which, if this was truly what Sonnet wanted, I’d have to sign up for.

But her vision for the ideal vacation really hit me.

It wasn’t about tiki torches and fancy drinks for Sonnet.

It was so much more and something no amount of money could buy.

Her desire was for the two of us to bond and enjoy every moment together.

Not sure what I did to appease Aphrodite, but I’d do my best not to fuck it up.

And that included avoiding taking out a forest of trees with my inability to park the big-ass truck.

I joined RV lifestyle chats, downloaded cost analyses to compare, and ordered an RV-ing in America manual, which included all the national parks.

Okay, so maybe this idea had grown on me.

Having been raised in a rural, small town, I’d been labeled an outcast from birth and a weirdo for not fitting into the societal mold.

Men with women, nothing more. Gender labels meant nothing to me, it was the human inside that I was drawn to.

Once word of mine and Simon’s lifestyle got back to my parents, they disowned me.

Said I was living the devil’s life, going against God’s will.

Their words hurt like a son of a bitch, but in hindsight they’d done me a favor by revealing their true colors.

For far too long I’d tried to conform, keeping who I was to myself.

One too many ass beatings will do that to a soul, until I met Simon and was introduced to a whole new world, thus finding myself.

Acceptance makes the heart warm.

As does an adorable redhead with road adventures in her near future.

Speaking of the devil. “Were your ears burning, my love?”

“Should they be, Mistress?” My beautiful girl took her place upon my lap and pressed those shiny pink lips of hers to mine.

“Mmm, hmm. I’ve been researching the trip you requested.” Patrice’s evil cackle drifted into my space. “Ignore her, darling, she’s a menace.”

“Takes one to know one!”

“And evidently twelve again.”

“What did I miss? Was this vacation idea dumb? You can tell me.”

“My sweet, sweet girl, it is not dumb. My soon-to-be unemployed assistant found humor in the idea of me driving the vehicle you requested for our trip.” And more laughter from the peanut gallery. “Ignore her. Now, when would you like to hit the road? Do you have any more commissions?”

“Nope, I turned down the bad feeling one and now my gut feels better.”

“As does your Mistress.” I could make a few inquiries and find out who that was, but Sonnet hadn’t asked me to step in, and business was separate from our relationship until it had a detrimental effect on her health. For now, I’d let it go. “Your safety is first priority with me, Kitten.”

“And my orgasms,” the sexy minx giggled.

“My love, that is a given. With or without a contract.” Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time for that, though I did have an idea for later. “Shall we get ready to meet your new fans?”

Sonnet paused and drew her finger along my cleavage. The move I’d learned was one of nerves as opposed to a hint at playtime. And least’s she’d graduated past chewing her lip raw.

“What if they don’t like any of it?” she whispered.

I nudged her chin until she faced me. “Kitten, that isn’t possible. I bet after tonight you get so many commissions you’ll be working on them during our trip.”

“Do you really think so? Will I be able to take my supplies with us? Would that ruin the trip if I did?”

I slowed her brain with a gentle kiss. “Yes to anything and everything, my love. Now, as much as I adore having you perched upon my lap, we must ready ourselves to greet our guests.” Sonnet hopped up and tugged my hand, suddenly full of excitement.

We took our place near the lobby artwork and Sonnet nervously fidgeted.

“My beauty, you’ve got this.” As the doors opened, gasps filled the air.

“Showtime, my love.” I kissed her cheek and stepped aside as the members meandered toward her paintings.

My presence shouldn’t sway potential purchases, and while most knew we were dating, these conversations were to be had with Sonnet and not with their former mistress.

Occasionally as I mingled with the club members, my gaze wandered toward Sonnet.

I was so ridiculously proud of her for allowing us to display her works.

In the past she said she’d done art shows, but I didn’t get the impression those were events she necessarily enjoyed.

Tonight, she’d stepped way outside of her comfort zone, and that was huge.

This was a big deal for her, and I was elated with the turnout and the solid funnel of guests engaging with her.

Community.

Our lifestyle was rich in support, and now Sonnet was a part of that.

Without a doubt, I knew this would go well for her, and maybe Menotté would become her own gallery.

As it was, anyone could enter the lobby, but without membership they couldn’t cross the threshold of the large, weighted doors that led to our own private oasis.

“Harper,” Patrice whispered beside me. “I don’t think Sonnet’s aware of this, but we’ve already sold half her pieces.”

“That’s wonderful, Patrice. She’ll be so excited.” As was I, filled with overflowing excitement and pride. My precious Kitten will be so happy. “I’ll let you be the one to tell her at the end of the night.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” She curtsied. Such a smartass but a true asset, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if she doubted my ability to learn to drive an RV.

“You know,” Simon appeared as if out of thin air and handed me a glass of wine. “I was serious about seeing the rest of her pieces.”

“They’re as amazing as these are. I’m sure you’ll find one you like, and if not, commission is always available.

” Visions of Sonnet working in the new studio upstairs warmed me.

Maybe then she’d spend more time here, not that we weren’t together several nights a week as it was, but it was split between both homes.

Was I envisioning cohabitating?

Could I live with another after decades alone?

That answer was easy—yes, as long as Sonnet was the one by my side. Filled with warm thoughts of what our future will hold, I decided it was time to rescue and feed my precious Kitten.

“My love, I hate to steal you away, but we have reservations in the club for dinner.” Her eyes lit up, a break was definitely in order.

The resounding round of applause as we entered the club side was overwhelming for Sonnet.

She froze in place as they rose and clapped.

“Sweet girl, this is all for you. Still questioning your abilities?”

“I’ll always be my worst enemy.”

“Without reason,” gently, I wiped away the tears. “Are these happy tears?”

“Yes, very happy, my Mistress.”

I couldn’t help myself, nor would I have if I could, as I took Sonnet in my arms and kissed her in front of everyone. A claiming, if you will, without a collar, but the whistles and cheers intensified the moment I did.

While we dined, I’d enlisted a couple of the staff members to set up the plethora of art supplies and easels I’d rush-ordered in the solarium.

A gift to my Kitten after a hard night of peopling.

Humans weren’t always easy, but art was her Zen and a way for her to unwind after a crazy, busy night.

The moonlight reflecting through the windows will be the perfect backdrop for the reveal. A true night of wonders for my girl.

After dinner, we walked through the club. I lost count of how many times the patrons stopped to chat with Sonnet, each asking if our commissioned pieces were for sale.

“Her business cards are at reception, feel free to take one and schedule a meeting with her to commission pieces if you wish. These inside the club were created just for Menotté .” Anxious to get Sonnet upstairs, I too had had my fill of people.

There was only one person on my agenda for the rest of the evening, the beautiful woman by my side.

Tonight, Sonnet was a bit adventurous and wandered over to the displays. “What will happen if I press this button?”

“You’ll make that boy inside hooked up to the prostate massager very happy.”

She giggled and pressed the button. The sub squealed as his master worked the fleshlight over his erect cock. “Do it again and see what happens.” He was on edge, sweaty and panting, and as soon as she pressed it again, he moaned, thrust forward, and came.

“Oh my, that was, that was something.” Eyes wide as saucers, Sonnet watched as his master unhooked him, took him in his arms, and cradled him as he drank from a bottle of water and settled down from the euphoric high.

I’d witnessed many patrons push the button, and the boy hung on far longer than I thought he would.

“Did you wish to visit the next case?” Behind the next display was a female sub. Her nipples and clit were hooked up to an electrical stimulation unit. Her Dom winked at me and slid a vibrator inside her vagina.

“Is that completely safe?”

“It is, Kitten, or we wouldn’t allow it. The human body is amazing, and everyone’s level of tolerance for that level of play is different, but I assure you it is very safe.” And every Dom better damn well pay attention to their subs bodies while using it.

Reluctantly, Sonnet pressed the button. The sub’s back arched, and she moaned, “Again.” So Sonnet did. The sub moaned and writhed on the platform.

“Can she come like that? Untouched?”

“You’re about to find out. Press it one last time and see what happens.

” Sonnet missed the slight nod from her Dom, but I hadn’t.

The sub was on edge, and this would likely tip her over.

Sure enough, as soon as Sonnet gave her that final jolt, her hips thrust up and down, riding the vibrator her master controlled as she shivered and moaned while the orgasm coursed through her.

“Take me upstairs, Mistress. Please.”

The big reveal may be delayed until morning.