A/N: Hi, guys. Just a quick warning, I'm going to be coming in toward the middle of the story for a warning, but I'm going to be bolded here like I do with any other AN. Because Violet, if we remember from last week's chapter, is back at the club Chris took her to with all the bondage and the leather and all that happiness, so just like last week's chapter, there are going to be some light mentions of BDSM, but I don't want that to discourage you from reading the rest of the chapter, so I'll let you know when the red flags pop up and then, I'll give you the greenlight to keep going with the rest of the story, in case that's not your cup of tea. But like I said, it's going to be light. There will not, I repeat, WILL NOT be any graphic material. Also! Before we start, some of this was heavily inspired by a new YouTube channel that I started obsessing over called PandasticASMR. And I'm pretty sure the name's going to stay that way and it's not going to change to AkiraDubs like the last ASMR channel I told you about (that's still fantastic and you should totally sub to). Looking at you, Will. But in your defense, YouTube won't stop deleting your channel, so I understand. Shall we then? Alright, friends. Welcome to Cosmos.

Oh, Cosmos. After a long day of impromptu practice and a little bit of a self-loathing fit, you really are a girl's best friend. Nothing but good booze and kinky people. In this beautiful den of sin, I had no room to complain. Thank you, Chris. Thank you for showing me such a wonderful place to unwind. And probably just as well, I had Willam here, too. Yes. This was exactly what I needed.

The bartender had strict orders to not cut me off from Willam. He knew I had a hard day and I knew when I had plenty. Besides, I learned from the last time. Only one troublemaker for me. After that, it's just vodka and lemonade. Maybe a few of them. What can I say? Vodka made me want to dance. And I had Willam to dance with. Although, he wouldn't go in the cage with me. Boo. Regardless, I was going to shake my ass in a white dress in a cage hanging from the ceiling of a BDSM club. I'm their catnip.

Oh yeah. Just what I needed. I had invitations coming at me left and right for threesomes, orgies, casual one-on-one sessions. This white dress was going to pay for itself in drinks tonight. Although, I think only one drink would be able to pay for it. I got it from a secondhand shop while I was still living in St. Petersburg. As much fun as all those invitations sounded, there was one that caught my attention. When Africa by Toto comes on, it's not exactly something one can ignore.

"Excuse me," a dark-haired man offered his hand to me, "Could I have this dance?"

"Absolutely." This guy looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. At this point, I didn't care who he was. He's hot and I'm drunk. Why not dance with him?

"After all," he took me out of my cage, "This is our song."

"Oh!" I squeaked as everything fell into place, "Hi!"

"Hi, Violet," he smiled, "Now, do you remember me? I mean, you were pretty wasted the last time I saw you."

"I remember you," I fell in his arms, "Mike, right?"

"That's right," he nodded, "How about another drink? What's your poison?"

"Vodka lemonade," I smiled, ready for this night to really take off, "So? Are you and I going to take that trip to Africa tonight?"

"So anxious," Mike chuckled, "So impatient. Can't I ask you about your day or how you've been since I last saw you?"

"Personally," I finished my last drink, "I'm kind of in a mood tonight, so I'm not feeling the fluff and we all know that when people ask about someone's day, it's a bullshit formality and nine times out of ten, they could care less. If I could skip to the good stuff already, so I don't have to waste time, that'd be great. You wouldn't know where I could get that, would you?"

"I might have an idea," he kissed my cheek, "How about you and I get a room?"

"That," I beamed, "sounds like a hell of a plan."

"With or without a window?" Mike asked, "Are you feeling adventurous, Violet?"

"No window," I decided, "I'm feeling a little shy."

"That's ok," he whispered in my ear, "I like them shy. More for me."

His rich, warm voice shook me to my core. I went straight back to the bar. Another drink would ease my nerves. Maybe a troublemaker. No. I wanted to get into trouble tonight, not walk out with an arrest record. Besides, I needed a friend to spazz to and Chris couldn't come out and play tonight. Something tells me if I were to call him right now, Victor would hear it and I wouldn't hear the end of it. I'm not even supposed to be here tonight, but oh well. What Daddy doesn't know won't kill him.

"Look at you," Willam teased, "Who's the cutie after you tonight, Violet? You have those, 'I'm about to get laid' eyes going on."

"I know I don't remember much about the other night," I swirled my lemonade in my glass, "But do you remember me talking about a guy named Mike?"

"I thought that was him!" he ad a deadly smirk on his face, "Nice guy. I know him."

"He's getting us a playroom upstairs," I went on, "Do you know what he's into?"

"I've heard some things," Willam stared into his drink, "Experienced some things."

"You've been with Mike?!" I squeaked.

"And?" he scoffed, "We all hare here, Violet. Unless otherwise specified. Some of the doms get really territorial over their subs."

"But you've been with Mike?" I know he and I never said anything about exclusivity, but I couldn't help being a little jealous.

"I've been with Christophe, too," Willam sipped delicately on his martini, "I wish I could've gotten one last crack at him before he got married. Oh well. You're overthinking, Violet. Relax and trust that Mike can find your rhythms. Believe me when I say he's like a bloodhound for that kind of thing."

I didn't want Willam's sloppy seconds, but if I could push that out of my head, I bet tonight's going to be fun. I slammed the end of my drink and caught Mike jingling our room key. Room 23, I see, going by his hands, "Wish me luck."

"You crazy kids have fun," Willam sent me off, "Condoms are in the nightstand. Lube is in the bathroom, if need be."

I followed Mike upstairs to our windowless room. With every step, my heart started racing faster and faster. Then again, that could be all the vodka in my system…And the absinthe…And the fact that I'm possibly getting some action for the first time in ages. This was going to be fun. At least I hope so. The room was oddly nice, too. I expected it to be more of a dungeon. Chains on the walls, whips hanging on a rack somewhere. This just looked like a hotel room. Were they all like this?

A/N: Hi, friends! Lumi again. Just checking in. Making sure you're doing alright. Because red flag. They're about to start discussing the details beforehand. I'll give you another yell when it's all over.

"Alright, Violet," Mike sat me down on the black silk sheets, "I know you're excited to do this, but just like last time you were here, we need to set a few ground rules."

"You mean our safe word?" I figured, "Can't we use the same one as last time?"

"Something to keep you on your toes," he shrugged, "So, what shall it be tonight?"

"Malyshka," I picked, slurring it a bit.

"Malyshka?" Mike wondered, "What is that?"

"Something my ex-husband called me a long time ago," I remembered, "Moy malyshka, he'd say. Usually, we'd be laying in bed at the end of the night. Why not?"

"What's it mean?" he looked around in the room for fun stuff for us to use.

"My little girl," I translated, "It's Russian."

"I thought so," Mike came back to me, "And I'd say it's very fitting. Moy malyshka. For tonight anyway. Now, Violet, when do we use the safe word?"

"When anything gets to be too much for me to handle."

"Good girl," he gave me a soft, gentle kiss on my lips, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything?" I laid my head on his shoulder, "What do you want to know?"

"You're so adorable," Mike cradled my face in the palm of his hand, "And you're so wonderfully submissive for me. Since the first time I met you, I've always wondered what it'd be like if you were my pet. Do you think you could indulge your master for tonight?"

Without another thought, I slid off the bed and got down on all fours, "Was this what you meant?"

"Precisely," he patted my head, "God, you're so cute, my pet. Do you think I could pet you some more?"

"Yes, Master," I leaned my head in a little more.

"Damn, Violet," Mike ran his hand up and down my back, "You have such soft skin."

"Thank you, Master," I stretched out on the floor, "That's mostly my ex-husband's doing."

"No," he hushed me, "I don't want anymore talk about any other masters my good little pet has had before me."

"He was never my master," I moved closer, "But he's the reason why my skin is so good."

"And he's not your master now," Mike turned territorial, "Who's your new master?"

"You are."

"If you keep dwelling on your old masters," his voice took on a more authoritative tone, getting me a little riled up, "I'm going to have to punish my pet. You don't want that, do you?"

"No, Master," I submitted, "I'll be good."

"That's my girl," Mike pulled me into his lap, running his hand through my hair, "you know, I could sit right here and pet my beautiful pet all night. What should you and I do to pass the time?"

I climbed up his arm, softly kissing his cheek, "Could we start here, Master?"

"Down, pet," he commanded, "I never said you could come up."

"I'm sorry," I pouted, curling back up in his lap. I laid my head on Mike's thigh, "I just missed you so much."

"I understand," Mike went back to petting me, "I missed you, too, Violet, but I can show a bit of restraint. For now, I'll let this slide. Now, how about we play a little? There's a silk tie in the closet that I think you'll like."

"It sounds like fun," I cheered.

"You stay," Mike got up from the floor, "I'll go get it for you, ok? Then, we can play together."

I couldn't take it anymore. Every command Mike gave me made me sweat. The more he had his hands on me, the more I wanted them everywhere. Any time he threatened me with a punishment, butterflies would stir in my stomach. The wait was killing me! Don't get me wrong. The foreplay was one hell of a ride, but there was only one thing on my mind now.

"There we are," he had a deep blue tie wrapped up in his fingers. When he sat back down, Mike dangled it in front of my face, "See? Isn't it nice?"

"Yeah," I started batting at it out of reflex.

"Aren't we a playful thing," he praised, "Shit, Violet. Stop being so cute! You like this one, don't you?"

"Thank you, Master," I kept playing and he would jerk it away from me only to bring it back.

"Now, if there's something else my pet wants," Mike kissed the top of my head, "All she has to do is say something."

"Actually," I left the tie alone for a minute.

"Hey," he started to worry, "Why'd you stop? Is everything alright, Violet? What does my pet need?"

"I…" I turned up the shy, innocent lover routine that I now knew drove him crazy, "I need to be taken care of, Master. And not just with pets and tummy rubs and silk ties for me to play with."

"I see," Mike traced his fingers down my body, "Is my little pet looking for a little physical release?"

"Please?" I gave him some of the biggest puppy eyes I've ever used in my life.

"Well," he lifted my face up to him, "Since she asked so nicely."

And for the next half hour, my body was filled with complete and utter bliss. Time and time again. Willam was right. Mike did have a bloodhound's nose for that kind of thing. If I were one to smoke, I'd definitely be having a cigarette right now. Now would be a good time to start, but I can't start smoking. That'd be hell on the lungs while I'm skating.

A/N: Alright, kids. You can open your eyes again. All of the wink wonk is done and over with.

"Here, sweetheart," Mike made me a drink while I was still laying in bed, "Thirsty?"

"Hell yes," I sighed out, "You have no idea how much I needed that."

"Feel better?" he gave me my glass.

"So much better," I finally caught my breath, "Can we drop the whole pet and master thing for now?"

"Sure," Mike climbed back into bed with me, "What would you like to do now?"

"Do you think we could go again?" I teased, leaving soft kisses on his neck.

"One day," he promised, "But right now, you need to relax a little and I don't think I could go again for a little while. Any time you need something like this, you're more than welcome to give me a call."

"I know what we can do!" I drank half my lemonade in one drink and got my phone off the nightstand.

"What are you doing?" Mike nestled his face in my neck, "You strike me as one of those people that should have their phones taken away when their drunk."

"I'm not drunk," I scrolled through my contacts, looking for one number in particular.

"Hi!" Dammit. Right to voicemail, "This is Christophe. Leave a message!"

"It's only two o'clock, you bitch!" I whined, "What are you doing? And you gave shit about being old. Thank you…Thank you so much…Say hi, Master!"

"Hi?" Mike gave me a look, "Who am I saying hi to?"

"It's Chris!" I beamed, "And he's probably sleeping. He's no fun."

"Chris?" Then, Mike got angry, "Who's Chris, Violet?"

"Don't worry," I cuddled into him, "He's just a friend of mine."

"I've heard that too many times before," he growled, "What kind of friend is he, Violet? Another casual?"

"Chris?" I laughed hysterically, "No! Don't get me wrong, Chris. You're a cutie and any man would be lucky to have you, but he's married to my ex-husband. You have nothing to worry about."

"So," Mike relaxed a bit, "He really is just a friend?"

"Although," I remembered, "I think he's told me that I'd be the only woman he'd ever allow into a threesome with him and Victor…That's right, isn't it, Chris? That's right. This is your voicemail. Hey, Master…"

"Yes, my pet?" he wrapped his arms around me, kissing up my jawline.

"I think I'm going to go home," I started getting a little dizzy, "I need to cut myself off here. There's a lot of vodka in my system and I need to go home. I got practice in a few hours and my coach is going to kill me if I'm not there."

"You know," Mike switched from kisses to light bites, "You and I could go back to my place. I'm sure wherever you practice isn't too far from my apartment."

"I can't," I shot him down, "As much as I'd like to."

"What's this?" he grabbed my jaw, "Is my little pet saying no to me?"

I froze up, getting a tad nervous, "Can I…Can I do that…Master?"

"I guess," Mike pouted a bit, "At least let me get you a cab."

"Okie dokie!" I got out of bed and stumbled a few steps, searching the floor for my dress and my underwear, "Chris, I'm coming home tonight. I'll be there soon."

"I'll see you again soon, right?" he hoped.

"Maybe," I drawled, "I don't know. We'll see. Bye! Bye, Chris! Bye, Mike! Bye, Cosmos!"

I hung up my phone and put it back in my bag. Once I was dressed again, I straightened myself up and walked out of the club. With Mike's help. Fortunately, there were no cameras and there were no reporters there begging me for statements. See? I could have a night out without a babysitter. I loved Gene to death, but I didn't need him all the time. And look at that. I didn't get sloppy. I got laid, though, so I had that going for me.

Soon enough, I was back at my building and managed to find the elevator that took me right up to my floor. And in my condo, I would fall asleep on my floor all the same. I wasn't sure if it was the combination of booze and post sex glow making me tired or the events of the previous day making me so tired, but the floor never looked so comfortable. Right there in the kitchen, I curled up in front of the stove and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up on my couch covered up in a blue throw that usually draped over the back. How the hell did I get here? Did drunk me have enough forethought to shut the curtains, too? Because damn, this headache hurt. And I could only imagine what time it was and how bright the sun would be. I looked over at my phone that was also plugged in. Kudos to drunk Violet for hooking a sober sister up. Shortly after ten.

Shit! I'd be late for practice, wouldn't I? Although, Celestino moved my practice. He'd finish up with Yurio around eleven, give him a couple hours for a nap, and take him to Madame's after. That couple hour gap was my practice window. And I had an hour to get ready and come up with a story that's good enough to convince Celestino that I'm not hungover.

"Good morning, Violet," a soft, Russian accent melted in my ear. And in those three little words, I knew…I'm screwed.

A/N: So, Violet's got a little bit of a wild streak in her. And apparently, some kinks she didn't know about. Who knew pet play would be her thing? Regardless, there are likely some questions that will need some answers. And you'll get those answers next week. Next week, this whole ending will make more sense. But until then, you crazy kids are going to have to wait. Think you could do that? I know you can. Until next time, friends. See you next chapter! xx