Was Bonita using BDSM as a substitute for Kat? If so, it seemed to be working. Bonita wasn’t taking her calls, answering texts or acknowledging her existence.

  I’m going to punish her for that.

  Her eyes blinked open, and she raised her head. The urge was undeniable, and it was nothing new. Kat’s dominance and Bonita’s response to her underscored every facet of their relationship. Bonita thought playing power games with strangers was satisfying? Kat had news for her. If Johnny and Destiny could teach Kat about BDSM, which now seemed like a more sophisticated version of Kat and Bonita’s childhood games, she could show Bonita exactly how much more satisfying power games could be—with her. For the first time since she’d arrived in Norton and found Bonita gone, Kat felt optimistic. If Bonita was still running, then she still cared, and that meant Kat had a chance.

  All she needed to do was learn the rules.

  Hope rose inside her, but as she looked back and forth between Destiny and Johnny, she knew it would never work. Destiny radiated authority, and Johnny looked like he’d rather break than bend. Neither seemed likely to allow her to practice on them, and as for letting them dominate her… “There isn’t a submissive bone in my body.”

  Johnny’s smile was wicked. “There is if you choose it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If you asked me to force you to your knees and make you find the submissive bone in your body, I could do it.” He held her gaze. “Not because I’m dominant—although I am—but because you asked me. Because you want it, and you’ve given consent. You aren’t submissive by nature, but Bonita is. Every Domme who plays at Upstairs adores her. If you love her, we can make you understand what she needs.”

  “I know what she needs.” Jealousy licked up her spine again. Those Dommes couldn’t adore Bonita half as much as she did, yet Bonita had chosen them over her. “But apparently I have a lot more to learn about how to give it to her. Let’s do it.”

  He nodded once, sharply. “We’ll start tomorrow.”

  “Now,” Kat insisted.

  Johnny shook his head, pointing at the tequila bottle under the table.

  “I don’t do anything drunk I wouldn’t do sober,” Kat protested.

  Destiny squeezed her knee. “Johnny’s right. If we’re going to engage in deviant activities with the world’s most beautiful actress, then we don’t want it to be because we got her drunk. We want your full consent. We want every sigh, every sob and every scream to be stone-cold sober and genuine. Think about it. I’ll give you some books so you can read about it. Give it your full consideration tonight, and get back to us tomorrow. Between the two of us, you can observe and experience the full spectrum of power exchange.” Destiny winked. “If you say yes, you will officially make me the best girlfriend ever.”

  “What exactly am I saying yes to?” Kat asked. Her attention had paused at sigh, sob and scream.

  “You are saying yes to engaging in BDSM with the two of us. That stands for bondage and discipline, domination and submission—”

  “I know what BDSM means.”

  Destiny nodded. “You are also saying yes to exploring conscious control over the power in your relationship with Bonita.”

  “Yes,” Kat said instantly. Kat having any sort of power in their relationship would be an improvement.

  Johnny stood and held out his hand to Destiny. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “You are definitely the best goddamn girlfriend ever.”

  He cocked an eyebrow at Kat. “Shall we begin?”

  Chapter Two

  Kat blinked. “I thought we couldn’t start tonight.” Was the tequila hitting her harder than she thought?

  Johnny’s smile was a brief flash of white teeth. “I said you couldn’t. You and I have never played together, and I don’t know your limits.” He pointed at Destiny. “But I am well acquainted with hers…and she was late tonight.”

  Destiny threw her shoulders back so far, her back arched, making her look like a furious cat. “I was not.”

  His dark eyes gleamed. “One minute late. We can check the security tapes on the door downstairs if you don’t believe me.”

  Kat shrugged. “What’s the big deal? In my world, one minute late is half an hour early.”

  “Johnny hates to be kept waiting, and I’m always late,” Destiny growled. “I promised to be here by a quarter past five every day this week. I would have made it if it hadn’t been for you and your I’m so famous I need to wear my helmet nonsense. If I was late that means…”

  “Your ass is mine.” Johnny’s wicked laugh made Kat tingle. “Want to watch?”

  Kat nodded, and Johnny patted her on the back. “A demonstration is the perfect place to begin your education.”

  “Sounds like you’ve done this before.”

  “You are nowhere close to my first student, which means you’re in excellent hands.”

  Kat felt a tug in her center that was part arousal, part resistance. She didn’t want his hands on her. Kat wanted her hands on Bonita. The sexy dynamic between Johnny and Destiny was undeniably erotic, but she wasn’t excited about submitting to either of them. In fact, although she had agreed to do it, she wasn’t certain she could.

  Johnny was still watching her, so she gave him a polite get on with it smile.

  He chuckled. “I am going to enjoy this so much, and for so many reasons.”

  Beside him, Destiny rolled her eyes and groaned. “As if his ego needed to get any bigger.”

  “Part of my charm, sweetheart. Can you blame me? I have never met two more dominant women in my life, and I hope to see both of you beg for mercy before this is over. How long are you in town, Kat?”

  “I have a week,” she said cautiously, dead certain it would take longer than that to get her anywhere close to begging for anything.

  “That will do it.” His nod was terse. “But you have to want to learn.”

  Her gaze flew to his. Had he guessed what she was thinking? His knowing chuckle made her feel exposed. “BDSM is a head game, a lot like acting, I’d guess. We take on roles for the duration of a scene, allowing each other to explore emotions we might not be able to experience any other way. It’s hard to put into words, but the need is inherent, intrinsic, a part of the way we’re wired. It’s not just a game though—I crave her submission, and she needs me to take control.”

  “But only you.” Destiny poked him in the chest.

  He stroked her cheek tenderly. “Only me.”

  Kat felt like she was witnessing a private moment, but she couldn’t look away.

  And Bonita will only have me. Even if it meant learning to beg.

  Johnny’s gaze turned to her. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded and he stood, pulling Destiny to her feet. “Destiny has an exhibitionist streak, so there’s no need to feel awkward or uncomfortable. Have you ever watched people have sex or been in a threesome?” Kat nodded again. “Good. Feel free to move about the room, but don’t get in our way. It’s bad form to disrupt an ongoing scene unless you’re invited.”

  She stayed in her chair as he steered Destiny to the bed.

  Kat watched closely, noticing Destiny’s tight jaw and the mutinous glint in her blue eyes. Destiny took a quick breath, looking like she was about to protest, but Johnny snapped his fingers, and she stayed quiet. “You were late. You promised, and you know you deserve this. Or do you not have enough respect for my time that you can’t manage to arrive when you said you would?”

  “One minute.” Each syllable was clipped.

  “A deal is a deal.”

  Johnny spoke without looking at Kat. “Your girl isn’t a brat like mine, so I doubt you’ll have to deal with this kind of disobedience. Sometimes it’s fun to create situations in which punishment is a natural, unavoidable consequence, and sometimes it’s fun to punish a sub for no reason at all, simply because you can. This is going to be doubly difficult for Destiny because in any other situation, I bet you two would be locking horns and having the estrogen equivalent of a pissing match. Instead, you get to watch her bend to my will, a pleasure few have ever had. I hope you appreciate the privilege.” His eyes flicked toward Kat long enough to register her sincere nod.

  “Good.” He bent to whisper something in Destiny’s ear. When he raised his head, Destiny stared at Kat for a long moment, then turned back to Johnny with a determined look. A smug grin curved his lips, and Kat had no doubt Destiny’s forbearance would be fleeting. Heat kindled in her core. This is going to be fun.

  “Bare your breasts,” Johnny commanded, and Kat’s heart beat faster as she imagined saying the same thing to Bonita.

  Destiny’s hands moved to the side of her corset. She unhooked it rapidly and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were small and tipped with hard, rosy nipples. Johnny reached out and pinched them, rolling each one between his fingers for long minutes. Then he pulled a chain out of his pocket.

  Kat set her shot on the table and stood, drifting closer so she could see what he was doing. She watched him tighten wicked-looking clamps on each of Destiny’s nipples, making her own ache in sympathy. No, not sympathy—arousal. She swallowed hard as he tugged the chain that connected the clamps, feeling tension build between her thighs as she pictured Bonita’s small breasts weighted by the chain, her dark-red nipples distended.

  “Bend over.”

  When Destiny leaned forward, the chain hung toward the floor, and he carefully attached small weights to each side. “Stand up.”

  Kat watched Destiny breathe, evenly, deeply. Her face showed no expression. She didn’t resist as Johnny jerked her skirt up to her waist and dragged her panties to the floor. Kat couldn’t help but look. Destiny’s pussy was nearly as bare as her own. Johnny’s index finger traced the thin line of hair into her body, and she widened her stance to give him better access. Kat thought of Bonita doing the same for her, and the urgency between her thighs grew.

  Using his thumbs, Johnny stroked Destiny’s folds, opening them to Kat’s gaze. Kat could see her arousal, folds swollen, dark pink and glossy. Johnny sat on the bed, pulling Destiny over his lap. He carefully arranged her body, making sure her breasts were free to hang, moving the weights higher so they didn’t touch the floor, stroking her skirt to her waist so her ass was exposed. Kat stood to the side and back a little, out of Destiny’s line of vision.

  “One minute late,” Johnny mused. “Sixty seconds I had to wait to see you. I think the same number of blows would be fair, don’t you?”

  The words Destiny mumbled sounded a lot like oh fuck, and Johnny chuckled. “Try again.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Now the words sounded like fuck you.

  He laughed again. “Better. Before I’m done you will beg me to hit you harder, and you will apologize for being late…and mean it.”

  Fat chance popped into Kat’s head. She was pretty sure it had come from her, not Destiny, but she wasn’t certain. She couldn’t picture herself in Destiny’s position, but when she thought about having Bonita over her lap, legs spread, pussy and ass exposed and waiting for attention, lust surged through her. Bonita’s long blond hair would cover her face, acting as a blindfold while Kat relearned every bone and hollow of her delicate shoulders and back. Then Kat would spend an eternity caressing her pale, round buttocks, watching Bonita squirm. God, she missed the sweet lower curve of Bonita’s gorgeous ass, just where it met her thighs. She yearned to trace each side with a fingertip, over and over, skipping the spot in between where Bonita would most want her touch.

  She could definitely see why Johnny was enjoying himself. She could imagine the rush Bonita’s submission would give her after being denied contact for so long, but what was Destiny getting out of her role?

  The first blow answered her question. It was a light tap, a tease, but Destiny moaned, shifting on Johnny’s lap. She sucked in a harsh breath as the movement made her breasts sway. Johnny reached down to cup each one in turn. “I haven’t decided if you get to come. I’ll let you know.” He spanked her firm ass again, and Kat could see her pussy clench. Destiny was unquestionably aroused.

  As Johnny’s hand continued to crack across Destiny’s ass, thoughts whirled through Kat’s brain faster than she could interpret or catalog them. Destiny grunted, a low moan with the hint of a whimper at the end. The sound shot straight to Kat’s core. She longed to get a reaction, any reaction at all, out of Bonita. Was a spanking the thing that would do it?

  “Oh dear. I’ve lost count. Where are we?” Johnny stroked his palm over the reddening flesh of Destiny’s ass, and her thighs twitched.

  “Twenty-three,” Destiny groaned, sounded both pissed and aroused.

  “We’re getting there. Let’s take a break halfway. On Wednesday, if you will, when I thought you might actually make it through the week without making me watch the door, counting the minutes, wondering what customer, text or shiny object had captivated your attention more than the anticipation of seeing me. I had quite a reward planned for you. Maybe next week…”

  A smile flashed across his lips, the only warning before his hand came down hard enough to make Destiny shriek. Another six blows fell. “Break time.”

  He eased Destiny to her feet. She stood, shoulders proud, chin up, eyes focused on his.

  He looked into her eyes. “Lower your gaze.”

  Kat’s heart pounded as Destiny complied. She thought about what it would be like to have Bonita in front of her, eyes downcast, waiting for her to dole out punishment. She swallowed a sigh as Johnny thrust a finger between Destiny’s thighs, making her flinch. “Be still.”

  Destiny froze.

  Kat couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to stay still with a hard finger rubbing your clit. Back and forth, back and forth, relentless. Then she remembered Destiny wasn’t allowed to come. Glee filled Kat as she watched Johnny tease Destiny. More memories surfaced, memories of games she was sure Bonita would also recall, games they would play again.

  Johnny tugged the chain between Destiny’s breasts with his other hand. Her nipples were flattened by the clamps, yet they also looked swollen. “Break over.”

  Destiny sagged, just a bit, and Kat wondered if she was sorry yet. She didn’t look sorry. Her gaze was lowered, but defiance gleamed beneath her lashes. The break had given her time to recover her determination. Johnny was dreaming if he thought he was going to wring an apology from Destiny in the time he had left.

  Destiny moved back toward the bed, but Johnny caught her arm. “This is the third week in a row you’ve made me wait. You’re not getting off with an easy spanking.”

  Easy? Those last few blows had broken capillaries. And third week in a row? Couldn’t Destiny just close the shop a few minutes early to make sure she’d get to Downtown on time? How hard was it to plan ahead?

  Johnny reached under the pillow on the bed and pulled out a rubber flogger. He led Destiny to the leather chair Kat had vacated a few minutes ago and grabbed pillows from the couch, piling them into the chair until there was only a thin ledge of sitting space left. He settled Destiny in the chair, facing forward, with her knees spread wide. Then he reached into a basket under the coffee table.

  Kat grinned. Everyone kept silky rope under the coffee table, right? She wondered if he had placed his props earlier in the day, knowing Destiny would be late, or if he always kept bondage supplies lying around. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing aloud when she noticed eyebolts screwed into the legs of the chair.

  As Johnny efficiently looped rope around Destiny’s knees and ankles and secured her tightly to the chair, Kat saw the exact moment Destiny realized she was screwed. Her eyes widened, her pussy clenched and every muscle tensed, as if poised for flight.

  Johnny laughed softly as he circled Destiny’s wrists with rope and pulled her arms over the sides of the chair. He threaded the silk through the eyebolts on the back legs of the chair and pulled them taut. Then he ran his hands over her arms, legs and torso, making adjustments to the tension on the rope. The positioning was sexy as hell, but Kat wondered what surface Johnny was going to strike. Her stomach? She could tell Destiny was wondering, too.

  Johnny tucked the flogger in his back pocket and reached for the clamp on Destiny’s right nipple. “I suggest you take a couple of deep breaths. Breathing is about to become a challenge.”

  Swiftly, he unscrewed the clamp. Destiny’s back arched. Without pausing, he removed the other clamp then pulled the flogger out of his pocket and struck her right breast in a sweeping downstroke. Then he swept the left breast. Destiny screamed and kept screaming with every strike. He didn’t appear to be hitting hard, but Destiny’s nipples had gone from blanched to fiery red. Any sensation must be excruciating.

  Destiny rocked in the chair, undulating her hips in time with the blows.

  Kat was shocked when she realized she was doing the same thing, moving her hips in time to Johnny’s rhythm. She itched to feel that rubber flogger in her hand and watch it cascade over Bonita’s pale skin.

  “Fifty.” Johnny stopped.

  Destiny’s gasps filled the room. Kat stared at her wide-open thighs and the wetness pooling on the chair. Johnny’s fingers pinched and tweaked a path down Destiny’s body, stopping at her pussy. “Anything you want to say to me?”

  A low, keening moan broke free from Destiny’s throat as Johnny held his hand inches from her pussy. Kat could feel the energy between them, a push and pull of conflicting desires. She wondered if Johnny’s non-touch felt like a touch to Destiny, if he could wave his hand over her body and make her come without actually touching her. As Destiny writhed and groaned, trying to inch closer to him despite her bonds, Kat swallowed a smile. Guess not.

  Johnny leaned over her. “I’ll make you come, Des. Hard. I won’t stop with one orgasm, either. I won’t stop until you pass out. I will give you so much pleasure with your pain you’ll float for hours while I stroke you, love you and keep you safe. You’ve got ten blows coming. I predict you’ll come when the flogger hits your clit the first time. I bet you’ll come the second and the third time, too. You won’t stop. And when your punishment is over, I’ll replace the flogger with my cock, and you’ll keep coming, won’t you? We both know you will. Quit fighting it. Quit fighting me. Say it. Mean it. And I will reward your submission.”

 

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