Top Student: Come Again, Book 3.5 (7 page)

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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Come Again

Bottoms Up

SoloPlay

Hook Up

Double Helix

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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.

“You have a dungeon in your closet.”

“Uh-huh.”

Bonita bit her lower lip, crossed her arms and pressed her legs together to staunch the rising flood between her thighs. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You can save the good-girl act, Beauty. A couple months ago, I got to thinking…when was the last time we saw each other? After Dr. Freud—
not
—put his hand on your thigh, right? The year before that you called me after that fake Tantra guru made a move on you, too, right? And what kick were you on before Tantric sex?”

“Yoga.”

“Right, yoga. I learned a lot when I was home at the beginning of the summer. I was planning to force you to see me, but I guess you knew that since you left town. It seemed a little strange that after nine years of pretty regular hookups, you’d refuse to see me three years in a row. Luckily, I found your haunting ground…with a little help from your friends. If you think it’s fun to play at Johnny’s club, just wait until you see what I have in store for you. I’ve done a ton of research. I can give you what you want, darling.” Kat moved toward her, forcing her into the dimly lit space.

It was ironic that Kat had latched on to kink as a way to entice her when Bonita had been using BDSM to stifle her craving for Kat. It had almost worked, too. Of all the demanding practices she had adopted after Kat had started getting really famous, submission had kept her satisfied the longest. With an experienced Domme, Bonita could feel a shadow of what she felt with Kat.

“Beauty? Are you game or not?” Kat asked.

Kat stood in front of her, a breath away, black eyes snapping, warm flesh beckoning, secret heart begging for her answer.
So easy to give.

Love is the hardest limit.

Bottoms Up

© 2010 by Miranda Baker

Come Again, Book 1

“I’m an Aries. We don’t submit.”

“I’m a Leo. Wanna bet?”

Destiny Blake senses that her boredom with blond pretty boys is about to come to a flesh-tingling end. Since her first love left her for a more experienced Domme, she’s honed her topping skills to a fine edge. Yet the idea of bottoming for the hard-bodied owner of her favorite BDSM club is an erotic challenge she can’t resist.