When she’d arrived in Hollywood, she’d had nothing but her looks, a few high school drama classes under her belt, and unshakeable faith in herself. Now she was rich and famous. If she could do it once, she could do it again. Johnny said she had a talent for this. She would trust he knew what he was talking about and make it happen, just as she had made her career happen…with hard work and no pride.

  She set her coffee cup back on the table and sat up straight on the bed. When she met Johnny’s gaze, she didn’t let a hint of doubt show in her expression. A smile spread across his face and he nodded. “Destiny will be back in thirty minutes. Let’s talk kink.”

  When Destiny returned, she found them in the main playroom of the club, sitting on a bondage table. Kat had changed into her jeans and found a much cuter T-shirt in the armoire. Johnny looked up from the knot he was demonstrating.

  “Hello, darling.” His grin passed wicked and entered evil.

  Destiny scowled at him. “Not before breakfast.”

  Kat rolled her eyes and sighed. “What a brat.”

  She stood, deliberately towering over Destiny. Casually she tugged the bag of bagels out of the smaller woman’s arms and set them on the table. She heard Johnny laugh as she wrapped her hand in Destiny’s dreads and tugged. She moved in close, pressing their bodies together and dipping her head so that she could breathe in Destiny’s spicy scent.

  She ran a bold hand down Destiny’s body, exploring her tight curves and trim waist like it was her right, holding her exactly where she wanted her and taking pleasure from her. Destiny remained stiff in her arms, so she kissed her cheek. “Just practicing.”

  Destiny nodded, not pulling away, but not surrendering either. Kat wasn’t discouraged. Johnny had warned her Destiny would be a tough nut to crack, but she was going to rise to the challenge.

  “After breakfast,” she promised and released her.

  Kat snagged the bag of bagels and all but danced to the small table in the kitchen, where Johnny had laid their plates. They ate bacon, scrambled eggs and bagels in silence, wrapped in their own thoughts.

  Johnny looked cheerful, but Destiny’s expression betrayed little emotion. Kat wouldn’t forget her generosity, but she was going to take great pleasure in putting her on her knees today.

  But first a little housekeeping. “Is this a good time to ask about your limits?”

  Destiny choked on a bite of bagel. She took a quick drink of orange juice and cleared her throat. “No blood. No blindfolds. Safe sex.” She shot a scathing look at Johnny. “And no fucking edging.”

  Kat grinned. “Fair enough.”

  Johnny shrugged. “You had your safe word. You didn’t use it. Stop whining.”

  The dark satisfaction on his face sent a burst of heat through Kat, and she pushed away from the table. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

  She walked down the hall to the bedroom and sat on the couch, pretending to read one of the books she’d returned last night, but really just getting her head in the right place. She’d asked for Johnny’s help with this first scene, although she would be in charge. At his suggestion, they would keep it to thirty minutes, but Destiny wouldn’t know that. The time limit took the pressure off. If it went well, the minutes would probably fly. If she bombed, at least it was only a half hour of torture.

  Destiny entered the room and disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she walked across the room and stopped in front of Kat. “I’m ready.”

  Kat glanced up, looking her over from dreads to boots. “You look perfect.”

  Summoning every bit of entitlement being a rich movie star had given her, Kat stood and led her back to the main playroom, where Johnny was adding to the schoolroom setup. A bench now sat just outside the area, facing out, and there were restraints attached to the legs of the big desk. “Take a seat on the bench,” Kat directed.

  Destiny sat.

  “You’ve been skipping school again,” Kat accused softly. “And you’re out of uniform. I told you what would happen if you missed another test.” She and Johnny had decided it would be easier for Destiny to play a role, just as it had been easier for Kat.

  Kat was wet already, remembering her school days with Bonita. She thrust her memories aside. This was for Bonita, but it wasn’t about her. Destiny deserved her full attention.

  “Get in my office, little lady. Assistant Principal Delcorral, would you do the honors?’

  “With pleasure.” She admired his technique as he flipped Destiny facedown over the desk and secured her arms to the front legs of the desk with Velcro cuffs and silk ropes. When he stepped back, Kat ran her hands over Destiny, allowing Destiny to get used to her touch, getting her ready for more. Kat kept up the patter, making it up as she went along. “Bad girls need to be punished, and I think you want this or you wouldn’t have gotten caught.”

  She felt Destiny tense. “Busted. I bet you misbehave all the time. Her pants, please, Mr. Delcorral. Down to her ankles.”

  He complied. She could feel Destiny’s anticipation, almost taste it in the air. Energy filled the space. Destiny’s reluctant submission acted like a drug, a challenge Kat couldn’t resist. She would turn that resistance into pleading, and she would do it in thirty minutes.

  She watched Destiny’s back arch and knew it for what it was: a move that tightened her thong on her labia and rubbed her clit. “Why, Mr. Delcorral, I always suspected she was a shameless slut, but I thought I’d have to work harder to get her to spread her legs. Look at that.”

  Destiny froze, as if she had been unaware of the fact she was widening her stance, then she pressed her thighs together.

  “Too late. I know your secret, but you’re in luck. I’m feeling generous. I have an entire bag of delicious punishment for you.” She crossed in front of the desk and grabbed the bag waiting for her, the bag that held every one of the implements Destiny had used on her last night…plus the flogger Johnny had used that first night, clean and ready to go.

  She opened the bag under Destiny’s face, bending to see her expression.

  Priceless.

  Kat would start with her hand, too. She’d be as thorough as Destiny had been last night, just to see how each toy felt in her hand, but she knew how she was going to finish this scene. The rubber flogger had fascinated her from the minute she’d seen it in Johnny’s hand, and she couldn’t wait to use it on Destiny.

  She rested her left hand on Destiny’s lower back and took careful aim at the fleshiest part of her ass. They both flinched at the sharp crack. Her palm tingled, then began to sting. “Oh my God,” Kat whispered as arousal shot through her like a freight train.

  Destiny tensed on the table, waiting for the next strike.

  Kat gave it to her absently, focused on her own reaction. When Destiny flinched, lust shot through her. She felt Johnny’s avid gaze on her, and she gave him a fierce grin. One after another, she worked her way through the bag, and Destiny rocked back and forth with each blow, fighting the tide.

  Finally, Kat swirled the flogger through the air, mesmerized by its weight in her hand. As she moved, she felt power gathering around her, and she drew it close. She bent to whisper directly in Destiny’s ear. “Give it up, darling. You know you’re going to. You might as well enjoy it.” She stepped back and let the flogger fly, a full-force blow, exactly as she had practiced with Johnny earlier.

  Destiny screamed.

  Kat hit her again, eliciting another scream and a whimper. “Please.”

  For one terrifying second, she thought Destiny wanted her to stop, but Johnny had told her they used the stoplight system. Destiny hadn’t said red, she’d said please. Destiny arched her back and whimpered again, “Please.”

  Relief was dizzying. She focused on the lower curve of Destiny’s ass, painting it with stripes until it was a solid pink. Destiny strained to meet each stroke, and Kat reached for the scissors in the drawer and cut her thong, completely baring Destiny’s ass.

  Then Kat reached to take what was hers.

  She thrust her fingers inside Destiny, one, then two, then three, delighted to find her soaking wet in welcome. She rotated her palm, curved her fingers toward the desk and rode the pebbled length of Destiny’s G-spot. Destiny tensed, straining against her hand. Kat kept up the pressure as Destiny shouted and climaxed hard, pulsing against her fingers. Relentlessly, she thrust her fingers in and out of Destiny’s convulsing body and pinched the darkest red marks on her ass with her other hand. Destiny’s screams grew hoarse, and she twitched in helpless spasms.

  Finally, she sighed and grew still.

  “And a sadist is born.” Johnny crouched to untie the restraints.

  Kat glanced at the clock they had placed in the corner. Time had flown—and then some.

  Slowly, she withdrew her hand and stepped back. She’d gotten caught up in Destiny’s response and forgotten her own arousal, but it returned in full force, and she groaned, bracing her hands on her knees.

  Destiny stood and stretched. Johnny stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders and wrists. “Normally, this would be your job.”

  Kat nodded, grateful to him. If she touched Destiny right now, she was going to put her on the floor and use her to ease the ache that was pounding between her legs. Fantasies of doing just that cycled through her head, so fast and hard she was afraid she wasn’t going to make it to the bathroom to masturbate in private.

  “Rock, paper, scissors?” Johnny asked Destiny.

  Destiny crossed her arms. “I earned it.”

  “You just came. I’m hard as a rock.”

  Kat stared at them, completely confused, watching Destiny’s shoulders straighten and her chin come up. “I think we should let her choose. Maybe she doesn’t do guys.”

  An expression of horror settled on Johnny’s face. He turned to Kat. “Please tell me that is not the case.”

  Sudden understanding made her wheeze with laughter. She didn’t have to excuse herself to the bathroom and hump her hand. She’d entered their world, and the possibilities were nearly endless. Her arousal sharpened, a need that could not be denied, but she hesitated, wondering if she would regret her actions later. Last night her brain had been so clouded with endorphins, she couldn’t think straight. How was this different?

  She looked at Destiny and Johnny waiting for her answer. He slung his arm around Destiny’s waist and pulled her tight against his side. She looped her arms around him, tucking one hand into the top of his jeans. They blurred together for an instant, one person, united, and Kat made her decision. She wanted to be a part of their energy.

  She nodded. “I do guys.”

  Johnny moved toward her, and she held up her hand. “Not so fast. We do it my way.”

  His dark eyes locked with hers, and they battled until she held out her hand. After a long moment in which Kat felt like she had been weighed and measured down to her last gram, he took it.

  “Together.” She squeezed his fingers and pulled him to her side, so they both faced Destiny.

  Destiny’s eyes widened.

  “I like the way you think.” Johnny let go of her hand and pulled something purple out of his back pocket. “SoloPlay Enterprises’ latest invention. Washed and ready to go, if it strikes your fancy. Ladies first, after all.”

  Kat took the purple item from him and unrolled it. It was shaped like a pair of boy shorts, but it was made out of super-thin stretchy rubber. The crotch was covered with dozens of half-inch flexible nubs that resembled a landing strip. Kat shivered with desire and thrust the garment at Destiny. “Strip and put this on.”

  She looked at Johnny. “You get naked, too.”

  He grinned, satisfaction and anticipation evident in every line of his body as he complied.

  Kat surveyed the room and decided a padded backless leather bench would put everyone in the right position for what she had in mind.

  She pointed at Johnny. “Condom.” Then she led Destiny to the bench, admiring the marks on her beautiful body and loving the eagerness in her step. With glee, Kat realized the bench was adjustable, and she raised the middle section slightly. She gestured for Destiny to make herself comfortable lying on her back, hips slightly raised. Kat straddled her, groaning in ecstasy as she fitted her pelvis to Destiny’s mound.

  Johnny joined them, and Kat motioned for him to straddle the bench directly in front of her, putting his cock at mouth level. She grasped his hips for balance and began to grind against Destiny. A sudden electric buzz made her pause, mouth halfway to Johnny’s cock.

  “Motion-activated vibrator. Clit-ticklers on the inside and outside of the panties,” Johnny said hoarsely.

  “Genius,” Kat breathed. “If either of you move, I’ll stop.”

  Making the threat added an edge to her lust, a thrill caused by the use of power. She felt energy building around her again. Destiny and Johnny gave her control, and she took it, honored by the privilege.

  “I think we’ve created a monster,” Destiny whispered, holding perfectly still.

  Kat flicked her tongue against Johnny’s covered cock. His buttocks turned to steel under her hands, but he didn’t move. Kat began to rock her hips in a sinuous rhythm, thinking of Bonita. Her heart ached but not with regret or guilt. Being with Destiny and Johnny didn’t feel like infidelity. In some strange way, it felt like a blessing.

  Joy rose from her center and she released it, laughing, filling the room with the sound of her hope for the future. “No, you’ve created a Mistress.”

  About the Author

  It makes me chuckle to think about all the romantic short stories I wrote in my rather too literary creative writing classes in college. If only one of my professors had steered me toward popular fiction! On the other hand, if I had discovered my calling back then, I wouldn’t have gone to culinary school, I wouldn’t have met my husband, we wouldn’t have had three children and I wouldn’t have turned to erotic romance to get my mojo back during all this hair-raising kid raising.

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  Look for these titles by Miranda Baker

  Now Available:

  Come Again

  Bottoms Up

  SoloPlay

  Hook Up

  Double Helix

  Power Trip

  Coming Soon:

  Girl Trouble

  There are no safe words for love.

  Girl Trouble

  © 2014 by Miranda Baker

  “Girl Trouble is written like a fine piece of Def Jam poetry. Every sentence is laced with provocative phrasing—sensual and hard-hitting, lyrical and raw. And the sex…it’s not easy to make me sizzle, but, meow!”—Eden Bradley, author of The Dark Garden & Dangerously Bound

  Come Again, Book 4

  Bonita Pritchard has tried everything to get over the one woman she can’t have, movie star and secret lover Kat St. James. Yoga, tantra, psychotherapy, even BDSM. Nothing has helped for long.

  Hanging on the thinnest thread of denied desire, Bonita heads for Hollywood to get her Kat fix, fully intending to return straight home to her sex-toy boutique, Come Again. Until she sees the surprise Kat has in store for her.

  Playing the talented bad girl kick-started Kat’s career twelve years ago. Now she’s famous, filthy rich…and totally miserable. Leaving Bonita in Norton was a mistake, and she’s planning one last attempt to fix it—by transforming her king-sized closet into a dungeon. And using her training as a Domme to satisfy her lover’s latest kink.

  Soon, their white-hot need for each other transcends their desire to protect Kat’s heterosexual screen-siren image. But when compromising pictures surface, Kat realizes there’s only one way to beat the tabloid gossip that’s tearing them apart. Fight fire with fire…

  Warning: This book contains kink in the closet, sexy games in an SUV, and D/s in the middle of the living room. And love strong enough to break all bonds.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Girl Trouble:

  “Come on.” Kat dragged her down the hall into an enormous bedroom. She ignored the giant four-poster bed in the middle of the room and pulled Bonita over to the closet.

  Kat unlocked the door and pulled it open. “Get in.”

  “Is this a lesbian joke?” Bonita asked.

  “Not even close, sweetie. I did warn you. Three years is a long time to make a girl wait.”

  “Kat, I’m not going to let you lock me in a closet to get revenge for unreturned phone calls.”

  “It isn’t a closet. Get in.” Kat hit the light switch on the wall.

  Intrigued, Bonita walked forward. Beyond the double-hung rack of designer clothes, Bonita could see space and a dim light. “What have you got back here? Narnia?” She pushed the clothes aside. Kat crowded in behind her and pulled the door shut, urging Bonita through the tiers of clothes.

  “Keep going,” Kat said.

  The softly lit room behind the closet was approximately fifteen by twenty feet, modest dimensions for the walk-in closet of a clothes-hound movie star. However, it was far from a traditional closet. A wall-mounted rack held a variety of feathers, paddles and crops, and next to it, a wooden coat tree was strung with a rainbow of lingerie.

  A flat-screen TV took up most of another wall, and the room was furnished with bondage equipment. A freestanding sex swing dominated one corner. In the opposite corner a huge vinyl cushion, roughly the size of a twin mattress, called to Bonita like the surface of a shiny black lake. It was one of the most expensive, and most popular, items sold at Come Again. Just seeing it made her want to lie down on its double-curved surface, spread her legs, and fit her wrists and ankles into the cuffs. But the thing that really held her attention was the padded black leather table in the center of the room.

 

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