Two Can Keep A Secret (Bonkai)

II

Bonnie grasped Kai's face, tugging his lips forward to meet hers. He seemed to be like putty in her hands, allowing her to move his neck just the right way. That is, up until he lunged forward. For a terrifying second, Bonnie thought that he was trying to get free, trying to break away, until the only thing he did was knock his teeth against hers, hungrily reaching forward for her. His tongue ran along the inside of her lips.

Bonnie had to give him A for effort. And damn, was he a good kisser. For a boy who had spent most of his life a psychopath, then the other most of it in a prison world, Bonnie truly wondered where he learned this? If he was naturally gifted, Bonnie may scream. It just wasn't fair that someone like Kai should be gifted with a tongue that made her feel weak at the knees, when no one got to experience it properly.

But that wasn't right, since Bonnie was in the process of having sex with him right now. She was going to reap these benefits. Thank god; it better be good.

Kai bit her lip, jerking her from her thoughts. He used his fangs too, which really hurt. Before she could draw back and scold him, he was licking the blood away. He was straining forward. He growled as Bonnie began to draw back.

She knew that Kai couldn't possibly take enough of her blood from her split lip to renew his strength, but she wasn't going to treat him that easily.

"We do this my way," She said firmly, finishing unbuttoning her top. She watched as Kai's eyes slowly trailed downward, resting on her bra. Usually, Bonnie would remind him where her eyes were, but in this situation, that was exactly where she wanted him looking.

She kicked off her heels. As much as the idea of sex with heels on intrigued Bonnie, now was not the time or place, specifically because she needed to crawl onto his lap.

She helped herself across his spread legs, bracing her hands on his arms as she slid in between the slots between his legs and the chair arms. She held herself above him for a second, watching as he tried not to twitch upwards.

Just to see how badly he wanted her.

She wanted him, as previously established, but it felt nice to be needed. No, it felt nice to hold the power over him.

She sat down, sliding her hands up his arms, over his shaking shoulders, up his face. She leaned forward, watching his jaw twitch. He was watching her intently. Like a cat after prey, his eyes steely and unwavering. She ghosted her left hand over his face, enjoying being unpredictable.

She let her other hand wander up into his hair, shorn short. Not too short though, just the right length. Just long enough for her fingers to card through it. If she were a normal girl, and he a normal boy, she might play with his hair. It was soft and she liked how it tickled her palms. She might do it after sex, in the afterglow as they lay panting, and he might kiss her forehead.

They weren't normal though.

Bonnie tightened her hand into a fist.

She pressed her pelvis down, whispering against his cheek.

"I know that hurting me always turned you on Kai," She murmured, recalling the look of pleasure that would cross his face as he was siphoning her, and those breathy moans he'd let out too, "But shall we see if it goes the other way?"

She tugged on the roots of his hair...violently.

Kai winced, but only with a sense of defeat, not pain. He bit his lip, a thin groan escaping his lips as he instantly hardened.

Bonnie preened.

"Oh, Malachai," She whispered, "You've just made this so much more fun."

Bonnie's hand on his cheek turned her long nails, digging them into his flesh, liking how tiny crescent-moons showed up. She thought about pressing harder, drawing skin, but perhaps another day.