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Chapter Five

Harper

“As you wish, Kitten. But first, it’s imperative we establish safe words.” Having signed a contract should’ve come first, but I’d not take us into any truly painful play, should Sonnet desire, this evening. Tonight, it will be all about gentle pleasures, Sonnet’s pleasure.

“Safewords?”

“Yes, Kitten. If you enjoy what I’m doing, you say green when I ask what color you are. If you’re unsure, say yellow, and we’ll slow down. If you wish for me to stop, saying red will do that.”

“Stoplights.”

“Exactly, and easy to remember. If later you wish to explore more, we’ll prepare a contract between us, and you can pick your own safeword if you so desire.”

“Is, is that what I’ll be, a sub? One of your subs?”

“My only sub, Kitten. After tonight, no other will do.” I withdrew the box from under the bench.

A handmade gift from a sub I had some years ago.

He was a gifted woodworker and a longtime client until he found his forever.

I was thrilled for him and his partner, having watched him grow during our sessions and learn to let go.

Inside this ornately decorated chest were some of my favorite implements, though we’d not delve too far into those.

There was only one I sought for tonight.

“What’s that?” Sonnet’s eyes widened, full of curiosity this girl was.

“This is a cat-o'-nine-tails. It has many uses, though mostly as a whip. But for tonight, you see these feathery wisps on the end?” I brushed them along her thighs.

She nodded, shivering as they trailed along the inside and then back down toward her feet.

“Tonight, will be all about painless sensation.” Every time her hips moved, her dress rode up.

Revealing more of the skin I yearned to run my tongue along. “How does it feel?”

“Ticklish, but in a sexy tickly way.”

I smiled, loving how she worded it. “Good. Most subs aren’t allowed to come until their mistress tells them, but tonight I want to hear every moan, every whimper, every sound from you as I bring you to climax.” I trailed it between her thighs and over her panties.

My fingers replaced the tails, slipping beneath the lace, gliding along the edge of the sheer material to the thin straps that outlined her waist. Sonnet hadn’t a clue how absolutely breathtaking she was, spread out before me.

Her trust alone was a beautiful thing, and her body, its own work of art.

If only I could draw. The vision before me would hang above my bed, a constant reminder of this moment. A snapshot in time. One I’d surely replay throughout the coming years.

Before Sonnet, I struggled with the belief that true love, let alone love at first sight, even existed. Now, I second-guessed both potential ideals as I envisioned myself building a future with this woman. What was the draw? What separated her from the others I’d been with?

No clue, but I am looking forward to finding out.

“Close your eyes, Kitten.” No second-guessing, questions, or doubt in her mind as she immediately followed directions. Earning a sub's trust was a heady feeling. Any Dom that didn’t take that seriously better find a new profession.

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, and around 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 up and 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. “Has my Mistress, lost her words?”

Words, yes, but her emphasis on the word my wasn’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, your Mistress. 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 certain she 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.

“Mmm, I like it when you get all growly.”

Who knew I had it in me? I’d shared subs and lovers over the years, never thought anything of it. Evidently, Sonnet had awoken an untapped emotion. I wonder what else I’d discover about myself in the coming days. Seems we both had stepped inside a whole new world.

“Do these bows untie?”

“No,” she snickered and turned, tugging her hair to the side. “But the zipper works.”

Jesus, Mary… awe hell. Whoever is listening. I’d tell you I’d be a good girl, but it would be a lie. Either way, thank you for this gift. Hell, I owe Patrice a huge bonus for this gift.

The zipper was the only sound in the room.

I swear, I held my breath as I unwrapped my glorious present.

Skin smooth as silk, my fingers ran along the opening and under the shoulder straps.

Sonnet's dress fell to the floor, pooling around her ankles. She turned and stepped out of it, and there she stood wearing nothing but a G-string and stockings. Jesus, Michelangelo himself couldn’t have sculpted a more beautiful piece of work.

“You’re stunning.” Breasts so pert, a waist that tapered into the perfect hourglass shape. I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women over the years, but none that took my breath away as Sonnet just had.

She blushed. “Thank you. May I, Mistress?” The way Sonnet’s eyes raked over me had a line about the hunter becoming the prey running through my head.

“Please.”

Sonnet unbuttoned my blouse and slid her hands beneath it and around my torso. “Has anyone ever properly taken care of my Mistress?”

Had they? Great question, and one I unfortunately, or possibly it was fortunate, that I didn’t have an answer to.

“Tsk, tsk.” The blouse slid off my arms, joining her dress on the floor. “Perhaps it’s a good thing I came along when I did.” Sonnet kissed my collarbone as her fingers worked their magic unhooking my bra. “Mistress is just as beautiful as her Kitten.”

For my age, I’d managed to keep in shape, though I did have a decade or two on Sonnet.

Youth was wasted on the young. It isn’t until you reach a certain stage in life that it hits you.

All the wasted time and wasted years and miles of abuse you put your bodies through came to bite you in the ass.

Once you hit forty, it takes twice as much effort to keep your body taut.

She released the button on my pants, and they fell to the floor.

I slid out of my shoes and stepped out of the pants, and there we stood, taking each other in.

For the first time with a sexual partner, the Domme in me wasn’t present.

Good or bad, I wasn’t sure, but it was time to heed my own words and feel instead of think.

We tumbled into a heap of limbs and lips atop the mattress, kissing between shared laughter.

Thankfully we were near the bed, or this could’ve gone horribly wrong.

There was no rush to the end, no game plan in mind, just two people learning what the other enjoys.

Taking our time to map likes and dislikes, though as of right now, the latter had yet to be found.

Hopefully, it stayed that way.

There was no rush to reach the finish line, no car waiting outside to take the lover du jour home. Talking, kissing, slow explorations. There was something to be said for mapping a new lover. Sensual touches and flirtatious glances heightened our arousals. I hadn’t felt this alive since…forever.

The delightful sounds she made as I licked a trail to her breasts, drawing a nipple into my mouth and nibbling it while pinching the other. “I could do this all night.”

“As much as I love this, I’d like a turn too, please.”

Who was I to deny this beautiful soul access to my body? There was still plenty of time to finish my quest and elicit another orgasm or two from her.