Girl Trouble by Miranda Baker Read Free Book Online

up.”
    “I’m going to do more than that,” Kat murmured into Bonita’s ear. “Remember when we used to sneak off and see how fast we could make it happen? I think the record was two minutes.” Kat’s fingers found her nipples through the fabric and pinched. She cupped Bonita’s breast with one hand and used the other to hit the intercom button on the wall. “Mrs. Clarke? Could you have someone bring us some champagne, please? Kristal. Thank you.”
    Bonita eyed Kat suspiciously.
    “Get ready, Beauty. Get set. Go.” Kat gently dragged Bonita’s dress above her thighs. “Hold this, or I will mess you up. That would be a shame.”
    Bonita obeyed, clutching the slippery material around her waist. Her thighs parted involuntarily, and she arched her back. Kat’s fingers plucked the strings at Bonita’s hips, flirted with the pretty white lace that fluted the tops of her buttocks, and skated over her ass. She nudged the thong aside with one finger and probed between Bonita’s thighs, easily finding the wetness pooling there.
    Kat slid one long finger into Bonita’s pussy from behind, making her groan. Her other hand palmed the front of Bonita’s sex beneath her underwear. Kat’s fingertips unerringly found Bonita’s clit and trapped it between her thumb and two fingers. She flicked it in a remembered rhythm, and Bonita responded instantly, soaking her fingers.
    Kat slid a second finger, then a third inside her, increasing the pressure. The heel of her palm pressed against Bonita’s sensitive ass, and her fingers were relentless, fluttering and flicking incessantly. Bonita couldn’t look away from the scene in the mirror. She was perched atop her heels, her dress clutched around her waist, her eyes heavy-lidded and slumberous. Kat’s gaze roved over her hungrily, claiming her from her bright eyes and flushed cheeks to her splayed thighs.
    “Come now.” Kat drove her on. “Do it. I’m not going to stop. I don’t care who walks in.”
    It was true. Kat didn’t. At this moment, neither did Bonita. She pumped her hips against Kat’s hands and fought to reach her peak. Maddeningly, Kat’s fingers slowed. Bonita nearly sobbed, straining, meeting Kat’s determined gaze in the mirror. “Who do you belong to, Beauty?”
    Kat had wrung the admission from her every time they made love this week, and it was easier to give each time. The week had flown by, filled with conversation, laughter and sex: exactly what Bonita had craved. Despite Kat’s threats, this was their first public appearance, and as they dressed, Bonita had guiltily wished it was a real date. She wanted the world to see Kat’s claim on her. It was Saturday night, and she was leaving Monday morning. Was it so wrong to pretend tonight? The world would only see two friends out on the town. What was the harm if she privately pretended to be more?
    She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “Kat. I belong to you.”
    An orgasm rocked through her. She struggled not to scream as Kat’s fingers drove her higher. She knew from experience Kat wouldn’t let her come down until she was damn good and ready, and all Bonita could do was grit her teeth and try not to fall off her high heels. Distantly, over the sound of the roaring in her ears, she heard a door open, and Kat’s fingers withdrew so quickly she stumbled against the vanity. Kat tugged her panties into place with a stinging snap just as a discreet knock sounded on the bathroom door.
    “Champagne, Ms. St. James,” a male voice called from the bedroom.
    “Thank you,” Kat called gaily back.
    Bonita twitched the folds of her dress back into place and tried to clear her vision of spots.
    “Look in the mirror.”
    Bonita obeyed. Her eyes were bright. Her lips were plump, and her hard nipples were visible through her demure dress.
    “See? Now you look perfect,” Kat said, washing her hands.
    Bonita raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to look perfect, too?”
    Kat winked. “I always look