Top Student: Come Again, Book 3.5 (6 page)

“You are so in for it tomorrow,” Johnny said, his voice filled with dark glee.

A knock sounded on the door, and Destiny stepped out of her embrace and walked across the room to answer it.

Johnny set paper plates and a roll of paper towels on the coffee table as Destiny accepted a pizza from the red-headed bouncer who had been channeling John Travolta last night. Tonight, he was wearing a kilt.

Johnny cleared his throat, pulling her attention back to him. “No more play tonight because you’re still flying. A beating like that will have physiological effects whether you feel them or not. Give yourself some time to process. Both the bar and the club are closed tomorrow, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. We can start as soon as we get up.” He arched the eyebrow with the ring in it. “Want us to call you or nudge you?”

“Nudge me, please.” She didn’t want to be alone, even if she had to sleep on the couch.

Johnny winked at Destiny as she set the pizza box on the table. “Best goddamn girlfriend ever.”

Chapter Four

She woke up to the smell of brewing coffee and the sound of a door clicking shut. Last night, after they had eaten the pizza, Kat had showered. Then Destiny had rubbed ointment on her ass and tucked her into the king-sized bed. The last thing she remembered was Destiny and Johnny snuggling her to sleep. Now the bizarreness of the entire experience began to filter through her brain.

She had endured a public beating. Sobbed on the shoulder of a near stranger. In the hyped-up state she had been in last night, she probably would have had sex with either of them had they asked. Or both. She had a feeling they knew it, too.

Instead of taking advantage of her or sending her back to her hotel alone, they had talked to her and watched over her. This morning, she was pretty sure someone was making breakfast—or there was a bacon-scented air freshener in her vicinity. She opened her eyes just as Johnny set a cup of coffee on the bedside table.

“I wasn’t sure how you liked it,” he said.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you anyway.” She sat up and reached for the cup. “Thank you for the coffee…and for last night.”

“Our pleasure.” He sat on the edge of the bed. His feet were bare, and he was wearing a pair of black jeans and nothing else. She could see a hint of his firm ass above the low-slung jeans. Since she was wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of boxers, she knew the man must own underwear, even if he chose not to wear it. “Destiny ran out to get provisions.”

Curiosity swirled through her. “Why are you guys doing this? Helping me? Truly?”

He shrugged, a half smile curving his lips. “Bored?”

She drilled him with the glare that usually made her assistant spill her coffee, but he just laughed and took a slow sip, watching her over the rim of his cup. “There are lots of reasons, a few of which Destiny already explained to you. We like Bonita. She’s good people, and we want her to be happy. I hope she’ll be glad you went to such lengths to please her. If not, you’re on your own. No offense.”

Kat nodded. She had expected as much. “And the other reasons?”

“Purely selfish. I can’t wait to watch you top Destiny. I get a hard-on just thinking about it.”

She eyed his crotch. He wasn’t kidding. “Better avoid the leather pants then.”

“No shit. Got any idea how you want to go about it? Topping Destiny, that is. She’s a tough nut to crack, even when she isn’t trying to be.”

“What do you usually do?” The vignettes in the book had been hot, and everyone in the club last night and the night before had been so clearly enjoying themselves, the room had been filled with a sexy vibe. Now that there was no music or energy, creating a scene felt like a difficult proposition.

A wicked grin flashed across his face. “I do whatever the hell I want to, and I recommend you do the same. She’ll tell you her hard limits. Stay within them.” He gave her a stern look. “Well within them.”

She nodded, and he continued. “Did any of the things Destiny did to you last night seem like fun?”

She snorted. “Hard to tell from my end.”

“Then turn the tables on her. But only if that’s something you would enjoy.”

Kat pondered for a second, then asked, “Does she enjoy being spanked?” Spanking seemed pretty basic, and she liked the idea.

“Ah, a simple question, but not a simple answer. It depends on you. Kink isn’t something you do
for
your partner. It’s something you do
with
your partner. There are exceptions, of course, but in your particular situation I’d recommend figuring out your kinks—the crazy shit you’d like to do to Bonita simply because it turns your crank—and starting there. If it works for you, I bet it will work for Destiny, too. That’s the other reason I agreed to help you. Your potential is staggering. It gives me chills. A little training will go a long way, baby, and I cannot fucking resist being part of it.”

They sipped their coffee in silence while Kat thought about what he had said. The books had mentioned sitting down with a potential partner and hashing out a scene together. Over and over, in a dozen different ways, it had been made clear that communication was essential in BDSM. Considering Bonita had left town rather than even speak to her, she doubted they’d be having a leisurely negotiation once Kat caught up with her, but she refused to sweat the small shit. She’d figure it out when the time came. For now, she had two of Norton’s finest Dominants willing to give away the candy store, and she was going to make the most of it.

For just a second, doubt rose up, threatening her resolve. She might suck at this, and she didn’t want to look like an ass in front of Destiny and Johnny.

Looking like an idiot wouldn’t kill her. Losing Bonita might. She pushed the fear aside.

After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d had to create something from nothing.

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.