Satisfied with the walkthrough, I head back to Bonnie’s trailer, my thighs already squeezing at the plans I’ve been fantasizing about all day.
Her ass will be such a pretty shade of red when I’m done with her.
I try not to grin too much to myself, my heart fluttering.
It’s show day, andIget to be a part of her ritual.
Me.
I let out a shaky breath and crack my knuckles, biting my lips to keep from smiling outright at the thought.
Her door is unlocked when I reach the trailer, and as I open the door, breath leaves me.
She’s bent over her counter on her toes and checking her lashes in the mirror. I lean against her doorframe and push my hands in my pockets, swallowing at the garter straps holding up her fishnet tights. It’s hard to stay still and even harder to keep my hands to myself when all I want is to fuck her every way I can in this goddamn dress.
I almost whimper when I see the glimpse of her ass that hadn’t been so fucking visible when I saw her last.
“There you are,” she says, smirking at me in the mirror.
“Did you take your underwear off?” I ask.
Her ass wiggles. “I needed a new pair. I’ve been so wet all day with you staring at me.”
I push off the door to lock it behind me. She closes the cap on her mascara, pivots, and presses the heels of her palms onto the counter. Something about the way she’s looking at me makesme hesitant to cross the space between us. I don’t know what is going through that sneaky mind of hers. Whatever it is, she appears as happy about it as I do about my own plan.
Still, I can’t resist her.
“Don’t put your makeup away,” I tell her.
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll have to redo it when I’m done with you.”
Her brows lift, a smile curving her lips. I take my chance; however, the moment I’m within reaching distance, she presses her fucking combat boot against my chest.
“I need help,” she says with a pout.
I chew the inside of my mouth as I reach for the zipper on the inside of the boot. She’s smiling like she’s not about to be punished, and it’s a beautiful little development. I push her second boot off and massage the inside of her foot, kissing her skin as I work my way down, drawing closer with every press of my lips.
Nevertheless, as I start to push her skirt up, she grips my wrist, halting me.
My brow lifts. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Sorry, did you want to touch this?” She spreads her legs and presses a single finger to her pussy, and I gulp.
“Yes,” I manage.
“That’s too bad.”
I gawk at her as she pushes off the counter, goes to the bed, and slides up against the headboard. Her eyes never leave mine, and the entire time she’s moving, I think I hold my breath.
Propped on the pillows, she spreads her legs wide, knees bent, and I finally exhale at the perfect sight of her cunt.
“Bonnie…”
My mouth is parched. I sit on the edge of the bed, unable to look away from the seductress in front of me now reaching for something in a little bag beside her.
That damn vibrator wand.
