Page 93 of Before the Encore

Madison lifted a shoulder. “Just playing around with a few things.”

Bonnie traced a finger along her forearm. “Is that your songbook?”

Madison hummed.

“Can I see it?”

“Nora Eldrich-Grech.” Madison gasped, bringing their entwined fingers to her chest. “Are you asking to pry into a musician’s greatest treasure? To expose the secrets of their soul? The very essence of their existence?” The corner of her mouth lifted. “’Cos it’ll cost you.”

Bonnie quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Divulging such secrets requires a pledge of allegiance to the entity of Madison.”

“How fancy.” Laughter bubbled in her chest. “Tell me more.”

Madison ran a hand up Bonnie’s thigh, a thrill of delight shivering through her. “It’s easy. Simply sign yourself over to me, commit to fulfilling every want and need, worship the ground beneath my feet…” She waved her free hand. “Etcetera, etcetera.”

“Every want and need? That seems a little excessive.”

“I don’t need much.” She traced a finger over Bonnie’s crotch, stirring an ache inside her. “Just you submitting to me with my name in your mouth.”

Heat pricked her clit. God. Her throat thickened. “That doesn’t seem so hard.”

Madison brushed her thumb across Bonnie’s lips, her clean, sandalwood scent swirling around her. The air shifted; Madison’s eyes darkened. “Good girl.”

Bonnie’s stomach dipped as Madison eased her thumb into her mouth, her other hand pressing to her clit. Madison’s eyes fixed on hers, daring and dark. She eased her thumb deeper, and Bonnie groaned, widening, welcoming it, her breathing shallow. Her clit throbbed hard. Submitting to Madison always had her in a chokehold. She sucked Madison’s thumb, taking pleasure in the way her eyelids dipped.

“Fuck,” Madison groaned, voice deep. She brushed her thumb across Bonnie’s lips before replacing it with her mouth. “See? Easy, right?” She smirked, her fingers sliding up her slit, pressing harder. “How long do I have you for?”

Bonnie’s mouth fell open as Madison slipped beneath her shorts, teasing her entrance. “A-a few…days.”

Madison’s face split into a grin. “Wait. Really?”

Bonnie nodded, her mind occupied by the fingers filling her. “Fuck.”

“But it’s not my birthday for months yet.”

“Which reminds me…” Bonnie released a shaky breath as Madison pushed deeper. “We still need to do your chart.”

Madison rolled her eyes, a chuckle rumbling low in her throat. The sound fizzed currents through Bonnie’s pussy.

How could one woman be so fucking sexy?

Maybe it had a little something to do with the slow, torturous thrusting inside her.

“Listen to you,” Madison murmured, the sounds of Bonnie’s arousal wet between her fingers. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

Her chest squeezed, breathing coming heavier when Madison’s fingers hooked upwards. “It’s not the same.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

“Always.”

Madison slowly pulled out her fingers, and Bonnie’s pussy ached in protest. Bonnie swore, cursing her, and Madison’s mouth curled at the corner. “I’d expect more manners from England’s favourite pop princess.”

“Mmm. You want me to beg?” Bonnie ran her hand up Madison’s thigh, catching her jaw tighten as she circled her clit over her shorts. “To say please?”

Her eyes flickered. “I do.”