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“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 loverdu jourhome. 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.

Chapter Six

Sonnet

Having a chance to explore my fantasies was fun!

No, it was more than fun. It was freeing and exciting in a way that even my art had never been. Watching her wiggle up the bed until she was reclined against a pillow like a queen sent sparkling ideas spiraling through my brain until I started giggling as I crawled after her. When I caught her ankle, her lips pursed while her eyes widened a fraction, the look one of sexy surprise that only grew when I pressed my lips to her skin.

Grinning, I licked my lips, then started kissing up her ankle to the bend of her knee. I wasn’t the only one with ticklish spots. I uncovered one behind her knee that made her squirm, so I kissed it again, trailed over it with my tongue, and listened to her gasp and moan. The middle of her calf was ticklish too, the spot no bigger than a quarter, but I was proud of myself for finding it and earning another soft laugh from her.

Her heel slid over my thigh as I squirmed between her legs, working my way higher with kisses as soft as the feathers she’d used on me.

Her black lace underwear was right there, a pretty little barrier between me and the hidden parts of her. I wanted it out of the way, and shehadsaid to ask if there was something I wanted, so I tilted my head back to see the soft, blissful look on her face.

“Can I take these off you, Mistress?” I asked, earning another smile from her. “They’re a little bit in the way.”

“Only a little?” she asked, winking when I tried to pout and burst into laughter instead.

“It’s all the way in the way, and I’d really like it gone, please,” I requested, unable to keep the whine out of my voice.

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