Top Student: Come Again, Book 3.5 (3 page)

“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.”

Destiny’s eyes met his, her gaze so intense the room caught fire around the edges of Kat’s vision. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Even one minute is too long to be away from you.”

Kat sank to her knees. Tears poured down her face, and her heart ached for every minute of the three years she and Bonita had been apart. Johnny said nothing, holding Destiny’s gaze, drawing all of the energy in the room around him and spinning it toward Destiny as the tips of the flogger hit her squarely between her widespread thighs.

Destiny’s back bowed so hard she looked like she might break, arms and legs thrust back at an impossible angle while her breasts and pussy thrust forward. She opened everything to him. Her voice rose in a thin wail that pushed and pulled breath in and out of her body. Destiny shuddered and screamed, taking the pleasure and the pain and turning it into something beautiful.

Kat kept count in her head as he delivered each blow. With the final strike, he spun the flogger and thrust the smooth rubber handle into Destiny’s body. She spasmed, continuing to climax as he shucked his leather pants, swiftly donned a condom and made good on his promise.

Kat staggered to her feet, obeying an instinct to protect herself from pain. The scene was over, and even though Destiny was still tied up, it was all about love now. It hurt to watch.

Destiny’s cries of rapture followed Kat into the bathroom, where she shut the door and fell to the bathmat. She unfastened her jeans and sought her clit with her fingers. She pictured Bonita’s ass, pink from the marks of her hand, and felt her orgasm begin. She imagined her breasts, slight curves and gorgeous dark-red nipples pinched even darker by clamps, and the tremors grew stronger. She fantasized Bonita looking into her eyes with the adoration and acceptance Destiny had just shown to Johnny, and she shouted, thrusting hard against her hand and wishing like hell she wasn’t alone.

Once wasn’t enough, and the fantasies continued as she crouched on the floor and worked herself through a series of orgasms while listening to Destiny scream, wail, cry and finally fall silent.

Kat took a deep breath and got to her feet. She washed her hands, refastened her clothing and fixed her hair. She wasn’t sure what she would find when she returned to the bedroom, but she hoped she could sneak out quietly. She didn’t want to burst their love bubble just because she didn’t have one of her own.

When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, reeling only slightly, she found Destiny tucked in bed and Johnny waiting at the door, holding a stack of books and a motorcycle helmet.

Kat paused by the bed, catching Destiny’s gaze. “I’m sorry I made you late tonight.”

A satisfied smile played across Destiny’s lips as she stretched. “Don’t give it another thought. There’s always next week.” Kat felt her jaw drop. Had Destiny been late on purpose?

Johnny chuckled all the way down the stairs.

Just before they entered the bar proper, he put his hand on her arm. “You okay? What did you think?”

She paused, gathering her thoughts, which felt splintered from her half-dozen orgasms. “That was hot. More extreme than the playful things Bonita and I have done in the past, but definitely familiar. I’m looking forward to learning more.”