Page 14 of Menotte avec toi

She must have liked it though, because she laughed and shook her head at me, then stroked my hair. I could feel her nails graze the back of my head, and I preened and pressed against the pinpricks of pressure, sighing as the sting deepened.

“I’d love for you to remove them,” Mistress said, shifting her hand just enough so the nails scraped before she let go.

This floaty feeling I’d never experienced before settled over my mind, like a light haze that left everything soft around the edges. I’d never felt so graceful as when I glided my hands along her hips, found the edge of her panties, and peeled them off her, one slow, teasing inch at a time. I spun them around my finger like a prize, then flung them across the room before I dove in. No teasing, no wait, I kissed her glistening pussy, up and down, working my way to the juncture of her thighs and back in, lingering longer and licking when I reached her core. I wanted to pleasure her as long as she’d let me, exploring with light, little kitten licks, until she started quivering.

“Mmmmm.” I purred against her opening. “Is my Mistress happy.”

“Your mistress very happy,” she moaned, the sound deepening when I glided my finger over her.

She arched into my touch until I replaced my finger with my lips and chased the taste of her as she climaxed. Her cries made me shiver and flush with pride at being the cause of those delicious sounds. I licked away the traces of her release before kissing my way up her belly, across her chest, and beneath her chin until I was snuggled in her arms. I’d never snuggled before, so I took full advantage of her blissed-out condition to cuddle against her. I loved that her ragged breathing was the only sound in the room. I’d done that; her sound was a symphony I could have listened to for the rest of the night.

“Thank you for inviting me to spend the night, Mistress,” I murmured. “It’s already off to a magnificent start.”

“You’re the magnificent one,” she replied, and tapped me on my nose the way you’d boop a kitten. “And naughty too, when you let yourself be. I’ve found a playful kitten, haven’t I?”

For a moment I stilled, uncertain and hoping I hadn’t gone too far already.

“Kitten?”

“I hope I’m not too playful for, um, for you,” I blurted, pressing my face to her shoulder as I felt myself flush.

I hadn’t wrecked the fantasy already, had I?

When her fingers glided over my hair, I sighed and felt myself settle down enough to listen to her words and not the ones inside my head.

“I want you to be as playful as you want to be, Kitten,” she said. “There are lines you’ll learn not to cross, ones I’ll gently remind you about if you ever get close to breaching them, but I don’t want you to hold back how you express yourself. I’ll get to learn about you that way and teach you about me so we can grow together.”

Sighing, I snuggled closer while she held me and stroked my hair. Words weren’t needed in the moment. Touch and comfort were the only things I desired. She hadn’t sent me home after our scene on the couch. She didn’t want me to be one sub out of many. She wanted me to be hers. Her only sub.

A declaration like that meant everything to me.

“Would we see each other outside of here?” I asked the question once it popped into my head, one I wasn’t able to contain. “Go on real dates and outings?”

“Of course we’ll go on outings,” she replied. “I want us to have all kinds of adventures, go on dates, and explore all kinds of places. I’m coming to see that I’ve spent too much time indoors for far too many years. It’s time for me to get back out into the world outside ofMenotté. I’m sure there are plenty of things I’ve missed.”

“I’d be happy to show you.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“And what’s the first thing you’d show me?” She asked as she stroked my cheek.

Thinking about how little I knew about her left me with plenty of inspiration. I couldn’t think of a better way to start to know one another outside of the bedroom than to introduce her to some of the places I loved. Curiosity flooded me. I knew the perfect place to take her to.

“Have you ever been to the Starlight Café?” I asked.

“I’ve never even heard of it,” she replied.

“Then we’ll start there, with cold dumpling soup and some of the best crab Rangoon I’ve ever tasted. You’ll see why it’s called the Starlight Café, and then we’ll go to the planetarium; it’s open until ten. The displays are magnificent, especially inside the dome. They’ve got all kinds of programs that take you right into space, like you’re floating with the stars.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to a planetarium.”

“Awe, we have to fix that,” I said. “They’re magical. Sometimes I go there when I’m stuck in the middle of a painting and my muse stops speaking to me. Watching all the cosmic displays helps me stop thinking so hard about what I want the painting to be because most times, that’s the biggest problem.”

“In what way?”

“Just that sometimes I start to think about something so much that my thoughts drown out my muse,” I explained. “It’s never really gone. I used to worry about that part. That one day it would just vanish, and then what?”

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