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“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 inthe 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 forMenotté.” 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.

Chapter Sixteen

Sonnet

I was still riding the high from the night before as we sat down across from where my uncle stood, waiting for us to be seated before he pulled the chair out. While he’d never been one for socializing, I’d been surprised over the years of living with him to learn that he possessed deeply ingrained, though somewhat old-school, manners.

“Uncle Bruce, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Mistress Harper.”

Would he think it weird that I introduced her that way?

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