decorating her rosy nipples, and a chain hanging between her breasts.
She couldn’t resist—she tugged.
Bonita moaned, and Kat’s pussy contracted. She cupped her own breast, rubbed it and then pinched her nipple hard to give herself an idea of what Bonita was feeling. She pinched harder then slid her hand down to play with her clit. She was ready to come again.
“On your back.” She placed a pillow under Bonita’s hips and crouched over her, settling their bodies together. The soft friction of Bonita’s pubic hair against Kat’s own bare pussy felt incredible. Clit to clit, lips slick and entangled, she rode her, falling into their familiar rhythm.
“I’m going to keep you naked all weekend, just like this.” She thrust her fingers inside Bonita and felt her begin to tremble. She rubbed her clit hard with her thumb.
“Yes, harder. God, don’t stop, it’s so good,” Bonita begged. Kat drove against her as if she could enter her skin. Kat spiraled up and up. Every time she reached a peak, it got just a little bit higher. Bonita writhed beneath her, utterly abandoned.
“Beauty?”
Bonita’s eyes flew open.
“Don’t come yet,” Kat said.
Kat began a series of short, sharp grinds, all the while gazing deep into Bonita’s clear green eyes. Kat could see into Bonita’s soul, and she would make that hers, too. She would bind them together with whatever ties she could summon. Bonita would never leave her. Kat wouldn’t allow her to go.
“Don’t come,” she ordered, knowing every time she said the word it took them closer to the edge. Bonita’s mouth fell open as the pleasure stormed out of control, and still she struggled, chasing after it, trying to rein it in. She tensed, held her breath, eyes wide and still. She almost managed, but then Kat reached out to tug the silver chain that connected Bonita’s nipple clamps.
Bonita climaxed, screaming Kat’s name.
Stimulated by her tense struggle, Kat climaxed too, in a hard burst of spasms that made every muscle in her body feel like stone. Aftershocks ricocheted between them, tiny spasms continuing their pleasure. When Kat could move again, she collapsed on her back next to Bonita.
“You did that on purpose,” Bonita said weakly.
Kat nodded, turning on her side and throwing a leg over Bonita’s hip. She pulled her close, wiggling until their curves and hollows meshed in a way that made her sigh with contentment. She bent her head and kissed Bonita until they were both breathless.
“I’m sick of doing what I’m told. Aren’t you?”
Bonita should have felt spent, but she hungered for more, even after everything Kat had put her through tonight. She could never get enough—not really—because Kat could never be hers. Sure, they could pretend during a stolen week, a fantasy weekend, but that was all she was going to get. Since that was the case, she planned to make the most of it.
She sat up, giggling as her ass stuck to the cushion, making a wet, sucking sound. They’d ended up in the closet after all, where Kat had worked her over with what had felt like every one of DoublePlay’s finest vibrators while she fought the Velcro restraints on the black cushion.
She stood, then held out a hand to Kat.
“Not moving.” Kat’s voice was thick with sleep.
“You’ll get a crick in your neck.”
“Don’t care.”
For a second Bonita was tempted to sink back down onto the cushion with her, but comfort won out. Kat might not care about a crick in her neck, but she wasn’t the one who had been tied up in a variety of diabolical positions all night. Bonita wanted a soft, flat bed, and she wanted Kat in it. She wanted to continue playing their game.
“Up. Now. Move.”
Kat yawned but allowed Bonita to haul her to her feet.
Bonita led her through the clothes, the bedroom, and into Kat’s enormous bathroom. She put her toothbrush in her hand and left her there while she went down the hall to grab her own. She could have brushed
She couldn’t resist—she tugged.
Bonita moaned, and Kat’s pussy contracted. She cupped her own breast, rubbed it and then pinched her nipple hard to give herself an idea of what Bonita was feeling. She pinched harder then slid her hand down to play with her clit. She was ready to come again.
“On your back.” She placed a pillow under Bonita’s hips and crouched over her, settling their bodies together. The soft friction of Bonita’s pubic hair against Kat’s own bare pussy felt incredible. Clit to clit, lips slick and entangled, she rode her, falling into their familiar rhythm.
“I’m going to keep you naked all weekend, just like this.” She thrust her fingers inside Bonita and felt her begin to tremble. She rubbed her clit hard with her thumb.
“Yes, harder. God, don’t stop, it’s so good,” Bonita begged. Kat drove against her as if she could enter her skin. Kat spiraled up and up. Every time she reached a peak, it got just a little bit higher. Bonita writhed beneath her, utterly abandoned.
“Beauty?”
Bonita’s eyes flew open.
“Don’t come yet,” Kat said.
Kat began a series of short, sharp grinds, all the while gazing deep into Bonita’s clear green eyes. Kat could see into Bonita’s soul, and she would make that hers, too. She would bind them together with whatever ties she could summon. Bonita would never leave her. Kat wouldn’t allow her to go.
“Don’t come,” she ordered, knowing every time she said the word it took them closer to the edge. Bonita’s mouth fell open as the pleasure stormed out of control, and still she struggled, chasing after it, trying to rein it in. She tensed, held her breath, eyes wide and still. She almost managed, but then Kat reached out to tug the silver chain that connected Bonita’s nipple clamps.
Bonita climaxed, screaming Kat’s name.
Stimulated by her tense struggle, Kat climaxed too, in a hard burst of spasms that made every muscle in her body feel like stone. Aftershocks ricocheted between them, tiny spasms continuing their pleasure. When Kat could move again, she collapsed on her back next to Bonita.
“You did that on purpose,” Bonita said weakly.
Kat nodded, turning on her side and throwing a leg over Bonita’s hip. She pulled her close, wiggling until their curves and hollows meshed in a way that made her sigh with contentment. She bent her head and kissed Bonita until they were both breathless.
“I’m sick of doing what I’m told. Aren’t you?”
Bonita should have felt spent, but she hungered for more, even after everything Kat had put her through tonight. She could never get enough—not really—because Kat could never be hers. Sure, they could pretend during a stolen week, a fantasy weekend, but that was all she was going to get. Since that was the case, she planned to make the most of it.
She sat up, giggling as her ass stuck to the cushion, making a wet, sucking sound. They’d ended up in the closet after all, where Kat had worked her over with what had felt like every one of DoublePlay’s finest vibrators while she fought the Velcro restraints on the black cushion.
She stood, then held out a hand to Kat.
“Not moving.” Kat’s voice was thick with sleep.
“You’ll get a crick in your neck.”
“Don’t care.”
For a second Bonita was tempted to sink back down onto the cushion with her, but comfort won out. Kat might not care about a crick in her neck, but she wasn’t the one who had been tied up in a variety of diabolical positions all night. Bonita wanted a soft, flat bed, and she wanted Kat in it. She wanted to continue playing their game.
“Up. Now. Move.”
Kat yawned but allowed Bonita to haul her to her feet.
Bonita led her through the clothes, the bedroom, and into Kat’s enormous bathroom. She put her toothbrush in her hand and left her there while she went down the hall to grab her own. She could have brushed
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