Mistress Bonita

by Ellie Norton

  I felt the blush begin to creep up my cheeks, and I swallowed hard against the desire to squirm. "I had a great time," I replied, feeling relieved that my voice remained even.

  He chuckled, "I'm glad." I couldn't tell if he was going to say anything else about the party, because Kira was back with our coffee. "Thank you," he told her as she left, closing the door behind her. I took a sip of the coffee and waited for him to continue. After drinking from his own cup, he turned back to me. "I didn't actually ask for this meeting to discuss the party. I understand that you've been working freelance as a DJ for a while now. Is that correct?"

  "Yes, sir."

  He nodded, expecting the answer. "What are you looking for, professionally?"

  I sat up. "Actually, I'd like to produce music. I love DJing, but I really want to make music."

  He smiled, "Excellent. I'm glad to see that Ms. Parker was right about you."

  "What did she say?" I asked, honestly curious to know how much the blonde had said about me.

  His smile widened. "She actually told me a lot about you when she was trying to convince me to come hear your music. And she told me about your dream to move to LA to produce music. She peaked my curiosity about you, so I agreed to visit the club to listen to your set, and here we are." He finished with a gesture to indicate his office and our meeting.

  "Well, thank you for giving me a chance," I said, unsure where this conversation was leading.

  He ignored my thanks, "So, I asked you here to discuss some opportunities we have available."

  "What kinds of opportunities?" I asked, trying to contain my sudden excitement. This was really happening.

  "After your performance at the party over the weekend, I would like to offer you a position with our label. I think it's right up your alley. We'd like you to DJ two nights a week at a new club we're opening at the end of the month and we'd like you to work with one of our struggling artists to see if you can help him revive his sound for our audiences."

  "Oh, my God. That's amazing!" I said, feeling my voice get higher as the excitement bubbled over.

  Darrin chuckled. "So is that a yes?" I paused. I knew I needed to talk this over with my manager so I didn't end up getting screwed in the process. Darrin saw my hesitation, and saved me from having to come up with an excuse to delay. "I know you need to go over the contract with your manager. We are prepared to offer you a good salary and benefits. I believe that you will be pleased with this deal. So, assuming that your manager agrees with the fine print, are you interested?"

  I smiled. "Yes, I'm totally interested." I answered honestly.

  "Wonderful, I'll have Kira fax your manager the contract immediately. And unofficially, welcome to Atlantic Records, Rachel." He said with a huge grin as he held out his hand again for me to shake.

  I jumped to my feet, and immediately gripped his hand. "Thank you so much."

  "You're welcome."

  I called Katie the second I got back in my car. She was excited and told me to come into her office so we could look over the contract together. I agreed and immediately pulled back into the hell that was LA traffic. I didn't mind so much this time as I had yet to come down from the high of being offered my dream job. When I walked into Katie's office 45 minutes later, she was doing her happy dance around her desk. I laughed.

  "It's good then?" I asked when it became apparent that she hadn't noticed me arrive.

  She jerked to a stop and shot a grin at me, "It's better. Once you sign this contract, you'll be able to move out of your crappy little apartment and find something much, much better."

  "Really?" I was shocked.

  "Look for yourself" She held out the contract and I forgot how to breathe when I saw the amount listed under salary.

  "Oh, my God!" I managed to gasp out after a minute.

  "Yeah, they must really like you," she said with a grin.

  "I guess so. Is there anything in here that I need to be concerned about?" I asked, trying to focus on the practicalities before I let the reality of my situation overwhelm me.

  "No, it's all completely above board. Sign it, Rachel. It's everything we've been working towards for two years," she said patiently. I grinned and reached for a pen.

  My first thought when I walked out of my manager's office was that I couldn't wait to tell Emma my news. I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang twice before she picked it up.

  "This is Emma Parker." She sounded a little distracted as she answered.

  I smiled the second I heard her voice. "Hi, this is Rachel Martel," I said, unable to keep the teasing tone from my voice.

  "Rachel!" She said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

  "Hey, are you busy right now?" I asked, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything important.

  "No, not at all. What's up?" She asked.

  "Well, I know you said you'd call later, but I was wondering if you'd let me take you out for a celebration dinner." I was bursting to tell her, but I managed to not just blurt it out as once, and I was proud of my restraint.

  "Sure, what are we celebrating?"

  I bit my lip. I really wanted to see her face when I told her. But I didn't know if I would be able to hold it in for much longer if we stayed on the phone. After only the briefest of hesitations, I said, "It's a surprise. Can I pick you up at 7?"

  She laughed, and I knew she could hear my hesitance. "Alright, I'll see you then."

  "Thanks. See you then," I said before hanging up.

  At precisely 7pm, I rang Emma's doorbell. It opened almost immediately and I knew she had been waiting near the door for me. I felt my jaw drop at the sight of her in the skimpy black dress. I had to swallow hard before I was able to speak. "Wow, Em, you look amazing."

  She smiled sweetly, even as her eyes hungrily took in the curves that my own blue dress clung to. "So do you, Rachel."

  "Thanks, I made a reservation for us." I said as we moved to the car. I played the gentleman and opened her car door for her.

  She giggled. "Are you going to tell me what we're celebrating?" She asked when I had gotten into the car.

  I shot her a grin, as I turned the key. "Nope, not yet."

  "Hmph," She pouted, looking out the window. I could tell that she wasn't seriously put out, but I reached over to take her hand as I drove down her street. Emma looked down at our clasped hands and smiled. I gently rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb and she sighed dramatically. "Fine, I guess you're forgiven for being mysterious."

  "Thanks," I said sarcastically, but I didn't let go of her hand until we got to the restaurant.

  I made idle conversation until after we ordered and I smiled inwardly as I could see Emma's impatience grow with each passing moment. Finally after the waiter left, I settled back in my seat, letting my excitement show on my face. "So, tonight we're celebrating because I finally landed my dream job."

  "What? Oh, Rachel that's wonderful. Congratulations!" Emma exclaimed, beaming over at me.

  I grinned at her. "Darrin called my manager first thing this morning to set up a meeting to offer me the job. But, I have to thank you, Emma. This never would have happened if you hadn't asked him to come listen to me."

  Her eyes turned serious as she met my gaze. "That's not true, Rachel. You're incredibly talented. This was going to happen no matter what I did."

  I smiled, "Thank you, anyway." I reached across the table for her hand. She let hers fall into mine. "The last three days have been the most incredible days of my life, and that's due to you Emma. Just let me thank you."

  "Alright," she said her eyes softening as her beautiful smile softened her features. "So, tell me everything. What did he say?"

  I laughed and told her everything from my meeting with my manager over lunch all the way through signing the contract. I ended my story by saying, "Telling you was the first thing on my mind after I had signed. I'm sorry I made you wait, but I wanted to see your face when I told you."

  I couldn't read the look in her eyes when
I stopped talking. It took her a minute to reply, but when she did, I felt warmth wrap around my heart. "Thank you. I'm really glad that you called me. It really means more than you could know that you wanted to tell me first."

  I smiled. "You mean a lot to me, Em," I said softly, hoping that she understood all of the things I couldn't even say to myself yet.

  "You mean a lot to me too, Rachel," she said and I knew that she understood.

  By mutual consent, we turned the conversation to lighter topics. We were halfway through our meal, when I heard the buzzing of my phone coming from my purse. I pulled it out to see that Harold was calling me. I cursed. I'd completely forgotten that I was supposed to have dinner with him.

  "What's up?" Emma asked, concern evident in her voice.

  "It's Harold. I forgot I was supposed to have dinner with him tonight." I explained as I tried to decide if I should answer the call or not.

  "Excuse me?" Emma's sharp tone startled me enough that I snapped my eyes up to hers. I could plainly read the jealousy in her eyes.

  "Harold's just a friend," I immediately told her, trying to calm her. Her eyes softened slightly, and I hurriedly continued. The phone call would have to wait. "Em, I was going to have dinner with him tonight so I could tell him about us."

  "Oh, I'm sorry. I just—I can get really jealous," She said, sounding contrite.

  I reached for her hand again. "I know, Emma. It's ok." I smiled. "But you don't need to worry about Harold for two reasons. First, I dumped him in college when I realized I was gay. And more importantly, the second reason is that I'm yours."

  I bit back a smirk when I saw the possessiveness flare in her eyes. "Yes, you are."

  "And you're mine," I said, squeezing her fingers to emphasize my words.

  Her eyes widened in shock, before shifting into another unreadable expression. "Yes, I am," she said softly.

  "What's that look for?" I knew something important had just happened, but I wasn't sure what it was. I ignored my phone when it started to buzz again.

  "Answer that, I'll explain later," she said nodding towards my phone.

  I sighed and picked up the phone. "Hey, Harold. I'm so sorry. I completely spaced our plans for tonight."

  Harold sighed into the receiver. "It's fine, just get your butt over here. I'm dying to hear about your crazy weekend."

  "I can't Harold, I'm on a date." I said and winced when he screeched into the phone.

  "What!? You blew me off for some chick you just met?"

  I bit my lip, my eyes meeting Emma's gaze as I answered, "Not exactly. I'm on a date with Emma Parker." I watched as her eyebrow arched.

  Harold was quiet for a long moment before, sputtering, "Wait, what? You blew me off to go on a date with your old sorority president? The one who you could barely stand in college?"

  Emma was just watching me, while she listened to my side of the conversation. I grinned at her as I said, "Yep, that'd be the Emma who's currently sitting across from me looking dead sexy in her little black dress." Emma's lips twitched up into a half smile. I knew she had probably figured out Harold's reaction to my confession.

  "Oh, my God. Rachel what the hell happened this weekend?" Harold asked after another long pause.

  I let my gaze rake down my date's body as I said, "Sorry buddy, but that story is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm busy right now." When my eyes returned to meet my new favorite green eyes, I noticed that they had grown darker with desire and that Emma's breath had grown shallow under my lewd gaze. I smiled, enjoying the effect I had on her.

  "Gross," Harold muttered into the phone, before he sighed. "Whatever, Rach. Just call me tomorrow."

  I chuckled, "Alright, Harold. Talk to you then." I said and hung up the phone before he could say anything else. "I'm sorry about that," I said to Emma, meaning the phone call.

  She chuckled, "That's ok. I take it he was a little surprised that you were with me."

  "A little bit," I admitted, laughing.

  "I can only imagine. Kristen actually had a similar response when I called her earlier." She said with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

  My mouth went dry and my voice was several octaves higher when I asked, "You told Kristen about us?"

  Her eyes narrowed. "Yes, she's my best friend, Rachel."

  Panic was racing through my system. "Did you tell her everything?"

  The anger in her eyes died, as understanding come over her. "No, Rachel. I wouldn't do that without talking to you about it first. I just told her that we ran into each other at a party and reconnected. And I told her about our date last night. That's all I told her."

  "Oh," I said, and I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. "I'm sorry. I overreacted."

  "It's alright, Rachel. I know this is all new to you. But, you have to trust me. I won't do or say something that will hurt you," she said gently.

  "Thanks, Emma. I do trust you. I just panicked because Kristen was the first girl I had a crush on after I realized I was gay," I explained quietly, unable to meet my girlfriend's gaze.

  Her chuckle shocked me enough to make me look back at her. "Mine, too. I had a crush on her all through college."

  "Really?" I asked surprised.

  "Yeah, totally." She said wrinkling her nose at me. I laughed, recognizing Kristen's signature phrase. Emma's laughter joined my own. After a minute she sobered and met my gaze, worry now evident in her eyes. "Rachel, Kristen's going to ask eventually. She doesn't like it, but she knows about my career and she's going to wonder how you feel about it. Especially, since she's mentioned coming to visit next month. She'll want to see you when she's here."

  The laughed died in my throat. I fought back the panic that wanted to set in again and forced myself to think. I hadn't actually seen Kristen in years. I looked into Emma's eyes and saw that she was waiting patiently for me to make up my mind. Her own warring emotions were evident in their depths, but she held back from expressing them for my sake. I thought back over the past 48 hours and I realized that the answer was simple. The panic dissipated and I smiled. "I'm yours," I said simply, and for me it had become that simple.

  "Rachel?" Emma asked, as hope rose in her emerald eyes.

  "Tell her. You'll protect me if she reacts badly." I said, letting her see the trust in my eyes.

  "Thank you," she whispered and I knew she was thanking me for my trust in her.

  I smiled and shrugged. "I'm yours. Last night, you worked really hard to make sure I knew that. I got the message. But you're also mine, Emma. I'm not ashamed of it."

  That same look from earlier was back in her eyes. I opened my mouth to ask about it, but she spoke first. "You're extraordinary, Rachel. I—How did I get so lucky?"

  I smirked, "Well, you intimidated me into giving you the keys to my car, and then spent the next 36ish hours driving me absolutely nuts in all the best ways, until I was absolutely ruined for anyone else, ever."

  Her lips lifted into an answering smirk, as she asked, "Absolutely ruined, huh?"

  I grinned, "Yeah, pretty much. No one could ever top that."

  An evil glint came into her eyes as her voiced dropped into a sexy purr, "Rachel, you haven't seen anything yet."

  I shuddered and instantly felt myself grow wet. "Maybe, not. But you won't show me tonight. I want you to come home with me. Is that alright? I was hoping to celebrate with my girlfriend tonight, not my mistress."

  She smiled, and the predatory side of her gave way to genuine happiness. "I'd love that."

  "Me too," I said smiling back at her. I flagged down out server and handed him my credit card.

  "Ready to go?" Emma asked, amused.

  "Yeah, I'm ready to get you home so I can rip that dress off you and ravish you," my voice husky with need.

  He eyes darkened in response and she let out a shaky gasp. "Good" was all she said.

  When we were in the car, I asked Emma about the look she had given me earlier. She sighed. "It's hard to explain."

  "It'
s ok, you don't have to tell me." I said, not wanting to push her.

  "No, it's not that. It's just that there are a lot of different types of domme and sub relationships. The best ones are built off mutual trust, which sometimes grows into something more over time. I've experienced a lot over the past several years, but I've never once had a sub who claimed me. You're the only one. That look was because I never knew that I wanted, let alone needed, that from anyone. But I needed to hear it from you, Rachel. I've fantasied about a lot of things that I've wanted to do to you and with you, but I never let my fantasies leave the bedroom. But those two words changed that for me. I realized that a part of me has always wanted to hear them. And to have them spoken so matter-of-factly by you, of all people, was more than I could have ever hoped to hear."

  I smiled. "Em, I know this is all new to me, but I've never been happier in my life. I wasn't lying yesterday when I said I need you. This has all happened so fast, but I realized when I was getting ready for our date tonight that I love you. It scares me, and I don't want it to scare you away, but it's the truth. I love both sides of you, and I love the way you make me feel, both as your slave and as your girlfriend. I don't know if it's because we knew each other in college, and that made it easier to fall in love so fast. Or if it's because you spent so much effort last night drilling into my head that I'm yours. I don't really care what it is, because it feels right. I'm in love with you, Emma."

  "Oh, Rachel. I love you, too," she said thickly. I glanced over at her and saw a tear run down her smiling cheek. I reached out to gently cup her cheek in my palm before turning back to the road. She leaned her cheek into my hand for a moment before turning her head to place a tender kiss on my palm. I let my fingers trail through her hair for a moment before taking her hand in my own.

  After a moment of contented silence, I snorted.

  "What?" She asked warily.

  I shot a grin at her, before focusing on the road. "I guess it's true about lesbians."

  "What?"

  I could hear the confusion in her voice and I laughed, "Do you know the joke about lesbians and second dates?"