AN: Heya,
This chap is going to continue with exploring Bonnie's POV. I wanted this whole fic to be a sort of even split between the two, with the beginning being from his and the second half being from hers, I think it ends up being more like 60/40 between them and it's less split down the middle than it was originally. The order of this is similar to the last chapter, I moved back and forth in a way I hope was not confusing.
As for the fic...I think it's safe to say that Kai's got her in his clutches
Bonnie sees the danger...his mouth is open wide...his jaw is bearing down...and she's not going anywhere...
A pretty man came to me
I never seen eyes so blue
You know, I could not run away it seemed
We'd seen each other in a dream
Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me, yeah
"Come on home, girl," he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, I'm a magic man
(Magic Man, Heart)
3 months ago
He hasn't been by for five whole days. Some stalker he was, sleeping on the job.
Why was he suddenly leaving her unattended, anyway? Had he lost interest? Or maybe he had a wandering eye too?
Maybe he found someone else. Some better, newer prey and was off after them now, completely over her.
Either way, not having his attention on her makes her feel strange. As if in the span of days, she's become unimportant. She hates it.
Tired of his silent treatment she decides when she sees him again that he'll need to be taught a lesson.
There will be a punishment for ignoring her.
He returns after another week.
She doesn't know how she knows, but she can tell by the way her skin is prickling that he's here, can feel him watching her through the layers of concrete and plaster. She doesn't need to peek out the window to know that there is a man across the street, a man who pretends to be on the phone while his eyes track her every move as best they can.
Earlier that day she made sure to leave her curtains wide open. A habit she adopted after finding out about his evening stroll-bys. He probably just thinks she's an airhead, not realizing anything she did could be intentional, could be all for him.
So, when she's sure he's there; when she's sure he's got a good view and is pretending not to watch, she seduces Jeremy.
As soon as he comes through the door, before he can even put his things down, she throws herself at him. Launching herself into him she takes the key from his hand and peels his jacket from his shoulders. To his credit, Jeremy isn't slow on the uptake and begins to unbutton his tie and toe-off his shoes. He manages to reach an arm back to close her door; her nice neighbors don't need a show. He then backs them up to the couch until her calves make contact with it and she switches their positions.
Bonnie trails kisses down his neck and pushes him down to the couch which faces the window directly, then she straddles his legs then she's sinking slowly and deliberately onto his lap. She gets to face away from the window, but Jeremy doesn't, and she knows it will enrage the man below even more to have to watch her boyfriend's face while she works her magic. She makes sure to knock Jeremy into the very center of the couch, which should provide the best view from the outside. If he was any stalker worth his weight in salt, he should have already figured out the best angle for perving on her.
Bonnie threads her hands through Jeremy's hair and drags herself across his crotch. "Welcome home, baby."
"Mmmm, glad to be here." Jeremy lets his eyes close as his hands drag down her sides and around the back to knead her ass.
His girlfriend pokes her butt out even further for good measure and she can feel all the heat and tension practically rising from the street.
It only motivates her to escalate more.
The make-out rises in intensity and soon her pants are gone, her shirt is tossed somewhere, her breasts are in his mouth, and she's dragging her hand between them down to her man's zipper. She's sort of missed this, maybe she's been wrong to withhold from Jeremy so much. Sure, he missed the mark a lot, but his hands feel great roaming her body, and his knee feels even better between her legs.
Things are actually really starting to feel good, better than she thought they would. Jeremy isn't the worst at sex, he's occasionally good for an orgasm or two and he does take direction well.
Half an hour of necking, and titty sucking, and motor-boating, and dry humping later she directs his lips to her ear lobe as their movements grow urgent. Tired of waiting she pulls him out and sinks down, not bothering to take her underwear off. In no time Bonnie's pulling out all her best moves- she's rocking and rolling, swirling her hips in figure eights. Megan Thee Stallion would be proud of the way she's riding, Real Hot Girl Shit.
Which turns out to be a complete and total waste, since he can't even last long enough to be the tool she needs.
No sooner than she settles down and starts really swirling her hips he is tightening up. Unconvinced that what she thinks is happening could actually be happening she continues to move, hopeful that maybe he's just caught in a sneeze or muscle spasm. People sneezed all the time during sex, right?
The full weight of how unlucky she is crashes down when he jerks to the left and mumbles a rushed apology. The tell-tale feeling of warmth inside lets her know it's all over before it even began.
She's glad she's facing away from the window; she cannot imagine having to pretend not to see him as he no doubt laughed at her completely foiled plan. She imagines his anger has totally dissipated to amusement as her confidence dissipates to humiliation.
Well, that was over, can't say she didn't try.
Bonnie pretends to accept Jeremy's apology then heads to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. The tiled walls offer the sanctuary she needs to hide from everything outside. "Alexa, play 'One Minute Man.'"
"Playing One Minute Man by Missy Eliot featuring Ludacris."
"Thanks, girl," she yells back to the device over the running water.
Singing the lyrics with vigor she does her best to scrub away the day's grime, her boyfriend's premature cum, along with the fresh shame that's blooming inside her gut.
Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man, I don't want no minute man
Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand
I don't want no minute man
2 months ago
She doesn't always imagine him in charge; Malachai, that is.
Occasionally, she imagines he sneaks into her house, ready to ravage her, but in the heat of the moment can't get it up (No doubt inspired more than a little by what happened with Jeremy). Only instead of leaving him to his own devices as she had with her own boyfriend, she continues to mock him for her own amusement.
She pushes and pulls him, pokes and prods.
He's just as pathetic and uninspired, 'I'm embarrassed for you,' she says standing over him as he hangs his head in shame, limp dick pathetically between them. In her fantasy, she laughs in his face and forces him to kneel at her feet. In her daydreaming, it's easy to flip their dynamic on his head. She's the pursuer and he's the pursued, instead of ending up chained to his wall the opposite happens.
Sometimes she imagines him with a little more gumption.
He tries to attack her, but he's clumsy and she's got the home turf advantage. Soon, he's tied to a chair near the liquor cabinet with his hands behind his back, and she's queuing up the music while making herself a drink.
When he re-gathers his wits, he peers at her with his hands bound behind and says, "Are you here to punish me? 'cus that's kind of hot." His breathy voice shows he's no less enthused to be had this way.
She loves a man who can roll with the punches.
Punch and punish him she does.
Jeremy is getting on her goddamn nerves. More so than usual.
Maybe it was a mistake trying to use him, he's so touchy-feely now, he won't leave her alone. And he keeps trying to initiate sex seemingly intent on making it up to her; as if she's whatsoever interested in that.
She darkly imagines Kai snapping his neck.
Would her mystery man be up for it? For all she knows, he's just as pathetic and whiny as her current beau. Now that was a terrifying thought. More terrifying than the idea he wanted to wear her skin like a dress or turn her bones into wind chimes or whatever the hell stalkers did.
After a few weeks, Jeremy's requests for sex die down and they're back to their usual routine. It's obvious he's fucking his ex again. His 'staying at the office late' excuse might actually hold up if he wasn't a peon. Like they needed him to stick around after hours, he was basically an unglorified postman.
She doesn't really mind though. The more sex he gets elsewhere the less he wants it from her.
She considers his ex a hero, someone should build the woman a monument in her honor, a plaque at least. The guy couldn't find his ass with two hands and his ass, he was completely hopeless. How Anna can stand to be his other woman is beyond her. She was only with him herself because for whatever reason the Gilbert family was impossible for her to escape. They had broken up before, but every time Jeremy would beg and plead, Elena would flash her doe eyes and convince her to stay, or her debilitating fear of loneliness would convince her she'd never find anyone again and the siblings would only fan the flames.
The entire Gilbert clan can sink into a pit for all she cares. Good riddance.
She wonders idly if Mala-creep would be up for snuffing Elena too. He'd be doing her a favor, the entire world really. Instead of thinking of him killing her 'best friend since childhood,' she slips her hand into her panties thinking of him sneaking up behind her.
In her fantasy, she is wrapping her hair while at her vanity mirror when she glances up and catches him there. Slowly and methodically, he moves closer to her, like the predator he is. She imagines it's his fingers brushing down past the hem of her panties, his fingers moving through the soft curls there to find her sopping wet. He smiles knowingly to her reflection and hums against her neck as he pushes his first knuckle into her. She shivers and he uses it as an opportunity to bite down on her carotid, hard.
The sound of something being knocked over startles her out of the fantasy, "Sorry, babe! I got it!"
Jeremy knocked something over in the bedroom, hopefully, nothing expensive. He loudly shouts the hasty apology, before continuing to fumble with whatever it is for several more minutes. Arousal ruined, she slips back into a fantasy of Kai's fist through his chest.
Present
Being eaten out in six different positions in one night is the kind of treatment most women didn't get even from their husbands, let alone stalkers. How funny she should find bliss at the end of the huntsman's tongue.
His very wicked tongue that, at present, continues licking his own cum out of her.
He had licked her from bottom to top, tip to toe. Sicko had basically tongue-bathed her.
Paying extra special attention to her chest, he spends a surprising amount of time pinching and sucking her nipples. Almost as much time as he spends gauging her reactions. Bonnie's breasts have always been sensitive, he figures this out quickly. His hands fondled and his tongue traced. The time he spent watching her as he licked and sucked had her on edge from the eye contact alone. His focus combined with his warm mouth around her tits, his teeth tugging them, driving her wild, and Bonnie was floating.
After they put several hours in, mutually and wordlessly they decide it's time for a break. Her new partner-in-crime hops up and heads out of the room before he returns with water from the kitchen for them both.
Bonnie takes the water from his outstretched hand and screws the top off taking a large gulp. The room is silent save for their breathing and they enjoy the stillness for minutes. As she gulps down the water, she eyes him, suddenly struck by realization, "You've been here before," she accuses based on how easily he navigated her dark home.
He replies by lifting his eyebrows in a request for clarity, cheeks puffed around a mouthful of liquid.
"Here, my place I mean," she says, taking another sip then gesturing to the room vaguely. "You've been inside before." It's not a question, but something she's confirming to herself aloud.
His eyes shine and his smile pulls wide. "Breaks over" is all he says as he rolls back on top of her, taking the water from her hand and putting it on the nightstand while staring down at her.
Bonnie smiles back and bites his neck causing him to grunt and his grip on the water to falter. She only giggles, it's her wooden table that faces the risk of warping, but it doesn't matter.
Bonnie feels like she's on a power-trip. Watching your own personal stalker come undone is like a hit of the purest Ecstasy, not that she would know. She's only ever had the cheap-o college kid stuff from raves and festivals, but she imagines this is what premium custom-made designer drugs were like. Her pupils are probably blown wide as his.
She drags her hand down his side just to see how he'll react. Is The Wolf ticklish?
Kai doesn't giggle like her, only leans closer to her touch. That's something else she loves about being with him- he's insatiable. Boy is so coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs he doesn't buckle under the weight of finally being with her, he thrives. He leans into every little touch, responds to every little nudge, heeds her every wordless desire. His focus is intense, but he makes up for it by anticipating her at every turn. She doesn't have to tell him what to do or where to go. She barely has to instruct him at all.
Places she had to coach Jeremy to spend time with, he hones in on instantly. Not only has he found her 'spot', but he's charted several more. Who knew the backs of her knees were this sensitive? If she were feeling a little less self-centered, she would push him back and give him something to enjoy too.
She would press into him as thoroughly as he had with her. Savor him and drag him up and down the mattress. Exhaust him and bring to life all her wicked fantasies starring none other than Big Bad himself.
But it's sort of all his fault.
It wasn't like she hadn't tried to please him back. She had. Several times, in fact, but each and every time he would slap her hand away like he had done at the start. 'No, Bonnie I thought I told you already, you've got to earn it,' he would say. How the hell did he come up with this 'earn it' shit anyway? If only she could 'earn' vacation days and sick leave this way.
But earn it she shall because she's enjoying this one-man show, he gives a phenomenal performance. She eases back into the covers and resolves that she can turn the tables next time ...maybe.
When his eyes aren't glued to whichever part of her, he's sucking, stroking, choking, licking, or kissing they bite into her own. They're an odd shade of bluish-grey. Bonnie doesn't think she's seen eyes like his. Even his twin didn't share them if the pictures she found on Google and the hospital's website were to be trusted, but this is no time to be thinking about the twin of the man she's fucking.
Fortunately, he chooses that moment to break her out of her daydream, she ignores how affirming it is that he's clearly attuned to her this quickly.
"Look at me," reaching out and grabbing hold of her jaw he forces her gaze onto him. Her eyes snap immediately to his, he then pulls her closer to his chest and his voice is in her ear again. "Pay attention," he grits, continuing to pump his hips into her.
His hand weaves deftly into her hair until his fingers press into her scalp. Their pads caress and massage her sweetly for a moment before yanking back sharply. He angles her head ever so slightly enough he can leer directly into her eyes, his grip at the base of her neck keeps her from moving. "Stop thinking about everything else. It's just me and you here, Bonnie. I worked hard for this. The least you can do is be present."
She doesn't know why hearing him say her name sends a new scourge of heat rushing below.
Oh, he wanted presence, huh? Well, alright then.
She can't move her neck, but she can move her face. Her mouth moves from hanging open in pleasure to curling up in a taunt, "Did you like my little show? I put it on just for you."
He's confused but she doesn't leave him wondering long, "Me and Jeremy- on the couch; I knew you were watching." She's smirking so he lets go of her hair and punishes her by pinching a nipple as hard as he can.
"Ouch!" She squeals, trying to twist her nipple free from his grip. "You hadn't visited me all week," Bonnie pouts in defense of herself. "What could you have possibly been doing? I thought you forgot about me...I thought you found a new girl…" her gaze turns from his as she presses her face into the pillow.
He realizes that she sounds...hurt? Confusion passes across his face again, but he thrusts into her harder, newly suspecting she may just be a bigger sicko than he is. His hips stutter thinking about her riding Jebediah but thinking of him; wondering where he was and what he felt like, wishing it here him. Just as ardently he wondered the same about her.
With that thought flitting through his mind, Kai lifts her legs and presses them back so that her thighs sandwich her ears. This pushes her ass up towards his center and he begins to thrust downward. "He doesn't deserve you like I do; he can't even fuck you properly," he growls as he allows her words to sink deeper into his consciousness, choosing not to answer her question on his whereabouts. "I've wanted to tear into you like this for months, now Bonnie. Going out of my mind, chasing your scent, just fucking craving you."
She wants to say she knows the feeling, though she can see it was much worse for him. Instead of agreeing she only eggs him on. "I bet you were really jealous, huh?" She means for her voice to come out seductive and taunting but she can barely stop whimpering to give it the edge it needs.
His visage twists into a maniacal snarl, "Seeing you with him…seeing him touch you...let's just say he's lucky he couldn't perform, otherwise, I'd be fucking you in the bathroom at his funeral."
The girl doesn't miss a beat, "Would you fuck me on his grave too?"
In lieu of responding with words, he licks a wet stripe up the sole of her foot and watches her squirm, then flips her to her stomach and brings his elbow down in front of her, locking his arm around her throat he pulls her back to speak roughly against her ear. "When I first saw you in the coffee shop, I knew you had me. Not even five minutes after seeing you I imagined unbuckling those tight overalls, shoving them down your legs, throwing you over the counter, pushing your panties to the side, and taking you right there. Can you imagine it, Bonnie? Everyone in the middle of their zoom calls and inbox-checking watching in horror while I licked out your pretty little pussy?"
She's overwhelmed by what she feels at his words, but still manages to vocalize the question on her mind, "Wh- why didn't you?"
He grunts and smacks her ass again in response. His hold tightens around her throat so that she cannot speak anymore- her words only push him closer to the edge he's been skating on. He's already climaxed several times tonight. He only has one or two more (tops) before he's got to call it quits.
Even his stamina had to run out eventually and there's more he wants to accomplish before he finally taps out.
Here he was fucking her while her useless boy laid passed out by his hand. Hands he was now watching disappear inside of her as she choked on his dick.
The sounds of her moans ricochet off the walls and motivate him to work harder (better, faster, stronger). This is the performance of his life and he's extremely pleased with himself; he's already made her cum upwards of six times and he hasn't even really been trying.
Okay, that was a lie. Of course, he's trying, he can't very well leave her unsatisfied, can he?
He's got to make it more than worth her while. The kidnapping plan is out the window, that much was clear from the moment she took off her own robe for him. Somewhere between this orgasm and the next, he's got to figure out how to permanently wedge his way into her life. He's never had to plan as he fucks before.
He changes speed to give his hips a break because fucking Bonnie is a workout. Slow and steady gives him time to think about what will happen after this. Nothing is planned, and the night is totally off the rails. It's off the rails in the best way possible, but off the rails all the same.
Soon everything about his movement slackens as anxiety creeps up his spine and over his shoulder. His hold on her wanes and she picks up on it straight away.
It's her nails down his back and her voice in his ear that calls him back from the space out, "No, where did you go? Don't fuck me like that," she fusses taking the hand that had been loosening around her throat and fastening it tighter around her neck, "fuck me like this." Her other hand pushes against the small of his back and urges him faster.
Kai's torn.
On the one hand, her command is overwhelmingly erotic.
He doesn't think he can get any harder, and yet her words send even more blood rushing to him- the part of him that's thrusting in and out and of her. He wants to do exactly what she says because he just cannot get over how lively his little witch is and how wickedly she brought him back, what a spitfire.
For that, she gets another kiss, as intense as it is sincere.
This girl is making demands?
Of him?
Right now?
It's incredible and it almost pushes him over and makes him cede control, almost.
Because, on the other hand, he wants to show her he's not someone who gives in.
He's not one of the insipid little bots in her life who absently fuddles around her. Nor is he as superficial and self-involved. What they're doing here is real. Kai isn't the person who takes demands, he's the one who makes them. So, she figured out he was following her; did that mean she had leverage? Did she think it gave her power over him? He wants to tell her that she'll take his fucking however he gives it.
It's only a coincidence that his hand tightens around her throat and his hips quicken to match the pace she instructed.
It's all getting to be too much for her, and he can't say he doesn't get it, things must border on torture at this point. Her hands fasten around his wrist; currently, he's matching his clit flicking to his thrusts and it takes more concentration than he anticipated.
"Move your hand, Bonnie."
But she doesn't, instead of listening to him her hand circles tighter around his wrist as she tries to escape his offending digits, "Bonnie, I said move your hand. I won't repeat myself again." He pulls out and flicks harder as he aligns his face with her center.
As if on cue a broken whine leaves her throat. "Please…" she begs not able to further clarify or contextualize.
"Please?" he says with his mouth now full.
"Please...I- I.." she whines again even more broken than before.
"Please, what, Bonnie? You what? You interrupted me and now you're too tongue-tied to beg? Speak up," he asks sharply. So sharply in fact she's worried his words will cut into the delicate tissue of her clit. The very same clit that currently hides in his mouth.
"Please, baby, please I can't, it's too much."
His fingers continue to pump in and out and he nips her thigh, musing on her term of endearment. When moments pass without him stopping, she squirms and shimmies in his hold until he finally moves his mouth away from her. "Aww," he condescends, licking his lips," but we just got started, Bonsai. I'm not full yet." He even has the nerve to pout.
"Malachai," she whines, pulling away from him still and pouting right back, brows pulled together and her bottom lip curling downward in her best puppy dog impression.
It's the first time she's said his full name and she says it so pleadingly. It sounds so good falling from her lips, he's waited all this time to hear her beg him like this. All this time to see her in helpless agony underneath him. He wants to keep going, but his baby sounds so worn out.
"You spent, huh, Bonnie? All tuckered out?" he questions rising above her and positioning himself to push his hard cock into her heat again. His mocking tone only earns a small nod that makes something inside of him buzz.
Even as he says it, he can see from her splayed limbs and sweat-covered body she has reached her limit and he acquiesces.
"Ugh, fine," he huffs as he rolls his eyes, hips never breaking rhythm as he takes them to their end. Maybe she deserved some rest, it's the least he can do after all she's done for him tonight.
"Now what?"
The coitus has ended and they're lying-in bed collecting their bearings.
"Gonna kill me? Chop me up into little pieces and use me to win next year's grand prize in the chili cook-off?"
He laughs at that, genuinely and heartily. The muscles in his stomach clench and flex and tears form in the corners of his eyes and he doubles over. "No, no I'm not going to kill you, but I see you did your research on me too." He couldn't be prouder of his witch. He wipes tears from his eyes and stretches out before flipping to his side to face her. "Wait, you think I chop people up and put them into my chili? Who am I Hannibal Lecter?"
He has to fight back another fit of laughter. "My cooking skills are just fine without human meat, FYI. I'd love to show you sometime," he charms, wiggling his eyebrows. "Also, when it comes to chili, I prefer short ribs to human- no offense. Though, you do taste delicious." Somehow, he looks even more devilish than when he had her bent backward over the headboard. "I'm afraid I'll be the only one eating you from now on."
His eyes begin to glaze as he clearly imagines feasting on her again.
Bonnie blushes and lands a playful punch on his bicep prompting him to frown and massage the spot before speaking again, "I can't believe you thought I was going to chop you up into little pieces and cook you up. I'm not a cannibal, Bonster, just a regular freak; your standard run-of-the-mill creeper." He finishes with a cute little head tilt. "Plus, the chili cook-off isn't for three months, talk about prep work."
Watching him from her periphery she takes the opportunity to appreciate his smile, his eyes are alight, and his lips curl up impishly at the corners, this is the first clear look she's really gotten at him. She's spent the better portion of the night either face down on the mattress, face-first into the wall, or contorted in some bizarre position.
Not to mention she was more than a little overwhelmed at the time. Before tonight, he never got close enough and pictures online didn't count. She shrugs, "I wasn't sure, but it didn't seem off the table."
An errant thought strikes him, and he sobers a little, "Do you...want me to kill you?"
"Slow down there tiger, one kink at a time, okay? Besides, it's my turn to ask a question." The bed creaks underneath her shuffling seat. She shifts to her knees and lays her hands atop her thighs as she bites her lip and scrunches her brow in seriousness. There's a brief beat while she considers thoughtfully what she wants to ask then, "Why me?"
That gives him pause.
At first, he's unable to verbalize the litany of thoughts on his mind. "I understand how this is going to sound and I apologize in advance, but...I knew you needed me. At first, it was this overwhelming desire, to have you, to claim you, but then I realized there was more to it. I realized it was never just about you being an object. I was so confused by the intensity of what I felt, and I thought-" He stops short and adopts a reflective expression as he thinks about what he wants to say.
"I thought this was just some infatuation. Something...dark and sick, I felt shame, but I buried it; I locked it away. I thought things would be easier if I thought of you as this...quarry I was chasing; it let me focus on...on hunting you. Believe it or not, it was more terrifying to think my feelings for you could be anything beyond clear-cut. I took them at face value because I didn't want to think my desires were anything but twisted, but it kept me from seeing you, I mean seeing you really. I could see you were being taken advantage of and I wanted to save you because it made me upset. I wanted you, so fucking badly that when I saw the crumbs you kept getting, and I knew I would give you everything, I just-" he nods, "I knew I had to fix it."
"I thought if I could take you away from it, take you with me, then I'd be protecting you. But even through that, I couldn't see who I was really looking at, I focused too much on the details and not enough on the picture."
His eyes flick up from his own hands to stare at her. "And, in reference to your earlier comment, I'll admit I had pretty violent fantasies about you, but as time went on, I had them less and less. The more I watched you the less I planned on actualizing those, the less I wanted to. Some fantasies are ...just, fantastical. You know what I mean?"
"Wait, you were down to kidnap me, sedate, and possibly kill my boyfriend…but not kill me?"
"Okay, so I'm a violent, obsessive, stalker who's willing to kidnap the girl of his dreams and I draw the line at murdering her. Everyone has principles, Bon-Bon."
"I'm the girl of your dreams?"
Something like mortification colors his face and the absurdity of this entire thing strikes him, she keeps catching him off guard. It's weird. He hasn't been embarrassed by a girl like this since grade school. It's like he's caught in a daze. He's tempted to pinch himself; he would ask her to do it if he didn't think it would kick start another round of torrid kinky sex.
"I'm the stuff of dreams and you're the stuff of nightmares," she laughs to herself.
"Aren't we some kind of perfect match," he quips.
"But are we a match made in hell? Or a match made in heaven?"
"¿Por qué no los dos?"
"Hmmm...well, my grandmother always told me life was about keeping a balance. I don't know if she had exactly this in mind though."
"Oh please, Sheila would have loved me."
She stares at him, mouth agape, clearly surprised he invoked her deceased grandmother.
"Stalker, remember?" He says as he points to himself, "I researched you, that's kind of how we got here..." She's too smart to have forgotten what's going on here already.
Oh, yea, that's right. All of his, 'research.'
She's the subject he's been studying.
Bonnie the research project.
Bonnie the history paper.
Bonnie, the girl who just boinked her own stalker, then was shocked when he knew her dead grandma's name. The thought of Grams doesn't even sting the way it normally does, and the very next sound is her roaring laughter, laughter that he cannot help but join.
The very next sight is her folding forward and rolling over the edge of the bed as she cackles.
Laughing herself out of bed triggers her second wind of energy and Bonnie practically shoves him out off the mattress after they both cool down. She yanks up the, now soiled, sheets, and tosses the pillows to the side. She briefly exits the room to step over Jeremy and dump her lingerie directly into the wash.
Kai sits casually on the ottoman at the foot of her bed, rifling through her panty drawer and pocketing thongs like the mischievous prince he is. "What about him?" He asks tilting his head back vaguely gesturing to the door as he grimaces at a ratty pair of boy shorts.
"What about him?" She responds levelly as she returns to the room snatching the pair from his hands and shimmying into them, "You didn't kill him, did you?"
He gives her a look that says he certainly wanted to, "I gave him enough juice that he'll sleep through the rest of the night and most of tomorrow."
"See?" She says, "Just a little nap; he'll be fine."
He takes a moment to stare at her, marveling at the woman across from him- completely casual and uncaring that he sedated her supposed lover with enough drugs to put him down for over 30 hours. Despite having watched her for months, despite having just fucked her six ways from Sunday, he feels like this is the first time he's truly seeing her in all her glory. Truth be told his loneliness got to him. Now that he knew someone could match him, that there was someone who could best him, someone just as twisted, okay *almost* as twisted as him he didn't know what to do.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she says jokingly as he stares.
He doesn't care, but he wants to know, "Don't you care about him? I mean he's your boyfriend, aren't you in love?"
He doesn't mean for his mouth to curve around the last word the way it does. He cannot help the way he spits it either, love. He's never had it and he's no worse for the wear. Why has he even asked? He definitely didn't want to hear her talk about being in love with the world's most idiotic himbo.
"Care about him? Yes. Love him? Meh." She shrugs. "What did Tina Turner say? 'What's love, but a second-hand emotion?'"
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
She hums the remaining lyrics as she continues to make the bed.
"Jeremy, as I'm sure you observed, is nice. He's sweet, he's gentle, but that's it. He's just nice. Not smart, not creative, certainly not faithful." She adds the last part from the side of her mouth. She moves easily to the other side of the mattress, fitted sheet in her fist.
"You know, not once in the entire time we've been together has he really taken the time to learn about my interests? My goals, my dreams." The mattress takes a small beating as she aggressively lays the sheet in her hand.
"Plus, he's been cheating on me for months. With his ex no less, who does that?" She turns to him and asks it in a way that doesn't register as rhetorical.
He lifts his shoulders and shrugs, "Who screws their own stalker?"
She takes the hand holding a throw pillow and points it in his direction, "Touché."
He realizes now that he was wrong earlier- his thoughts about love. He said he was unloved, but that's not quite true. His sister loved him, and he did love her. That was clear from even before he staged her murder of their father to protect her.
He was also wrong when he said he wasn't capable.
Looking at Bonnie now he doesn't know how what he feels could be anything else. He doesn't know how it's possible to be in love with someone he's just had his first real conversation with, but if you asked him last night, he wouldn't have thought it was possible to be balls deep in his stalkee with her encouraging voice in his ear minutes after literally springing himself on her.
He realizes he was also wrong in his fantasies, at least at the start.
In the beginning, his mind went easily to thoughts of chasing her down dark hallways. He wanted to be the star of her nightmares. He used to imagine sucking all the energy out of her until she was nothing, high on her light. Somewhere along the lines that shifted, he stopped daydreaming about getting in her guts violently and started daydreaming about getting in her guts romantically.
Even in his monologuing to Bonnie earlier it hadn't fully hit him.
That was an explanation for her, some kind of stream of consciousness truth-telling he knew he'd have to process on his own. It came from someplace he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge, some deep well in his gut. As he stares, he's able to sort his own feelings. In retrospect, the fantasies of gentleness and intimacy replaced stabbing and smothering around the two to three-month mark if he had to guess. It's not only that his feelings have been made clearer to him, but they've also been amplified.
Everything he's ever felt for her is here in tenfold. All the possessiveness, all the adoration, all the wickedness, all the sentiment, right next to the new admiration and awe. In his head, all those months ago, at the very start, the sounds of her moans never got him as hard as her screams. But now, thoughts of her pain are far from his mind…kind of. It's okay, though, because after tonight he's 95% sure she'd be into it.
He'll have more to unpack tonight as he heads back to his place without her, but one thing he already knows is true- having a partner like Bonnie is infinitely more enthralling than having a victim like Bonnie.
Not that there is a single person in the world quite like his Bonnie Sheila Bennett.
He pulls up his pants and collects his boots from the doorway, careful not to step on or kick the boy still there. No matter how much he might want to.
Bonnie follows to see him out the door. Half because she wants to give a proper goodbye and half because she's not entirely convinced he'll actually exit her apartment otherwise.
"Oh, by the way, I noticed some crowding in the back of your mouth. Have you had your wisdom teeth removed?"
"Uh, no…" she says confused by the sudden shift in conversation.
"It might not be anything serious, but you should have it checked out. If your wisdom teeth are impacted, you may need surgery to remove them. You should swing by my office, I'd be happy to take a look for you," he winks, "free of charge of course."
"I'm not sure, if you get me in your office how do I know you won't just use your gasses to knock me out?"
His laughter fills the space around her, "Medical play isn't really my thing, to be honest. I like to keep business and pleasure separate, but if you'd like to schedule an after-hours visit so I can have my wicked way with you then all you have to do is ask. For you, I'd be willing to re-examine my limits."
He circles her and drags his fingers down her spine, "Besides, after tonight, do you really expect me to believe I need to knock you out to do what I want to you?" Kai then moves from behind her back to face her fully again, cunning eyes daring her to disagree. "You were quite the willing participant."
She gasps recalling just how easy it had been for him to get exactly what he wanted from her. Not that she's complaining, she got what she wanted too.
Part of her says she should complain. There's a niggling in her mind that tells her she ought to be embarrassed, humiliated, disgusted- but she's too busy feeling overwhelmingly satisfied to care. There will be time for shame later, right now she just wants to bask in it all. She hasn't felt pleasure like that since...well...ever.
Bonnie rises on her toes and pecks him on the lips, the chasteness of it glows in comparison to everything they've gotten up to tonight. Neither is eager to pull away. They kiss for several more minutes and despite how tender the kisses are it's still dizzying.
Slowly they pull away from each other and she shoves him out the door, hanging against the frame as he walks backwards down the hall, accidentally into her neighbor's door, and finally into the elevator all without breaking eye contact. Behind their satisfaction and exhaustion, there is a rising excitement. An eagerness to explore and dive into the budding madness between them.
After his body disappears past the automated doors, he sticks his hand out and waves goodbye again, earning him one more laugh for the road. That light, lilting sound is the last thing he hears from Bonnie.
Of all the sounds he's gotten out of her tonight, that last bit might just be his favorite; and his proudest. Kai realizes that just as much as he wants to consume her, he wants her to consume him the same.
Beyond this, he wants to make her smile. Make her cry, make her laugh, make her scream. To make her eyes light up with joy, to make them well up with tears.
He wants her glee that's just for him. He wants her darkness and her secrets too.
Bonnie Bennett- all to himself; Kai Parker- all for her.
He wants all of it, everything. They'll have each other in every way.
He's so shy
And he's much too good to let get by,
Oh yes he is
Now holding him gently through the night
Nothin' has ever felt so right
And I'm so glad I took the time
That I had to take to make him mine
(He's So Shy, The Pointer Sisters)
AN: There were so many directions this story could have gone in. I sincerely hope you liked the path things took and I'm sorry if you were hoping for it to be more dubious/ intense.
I considered going all the way dark, but:
1. The plot of the porno I drew this from is literally a woman choosing to sleep with her stalker after he sneaks into her room because she knew he'd been following her. While I added a lot more detail I still wanted to follow the trajectory of what inspired me.
2. I wasn't as in love with the idea of Kai kidnapping and brutalizing Bonnie. I love dubcon and enjoy CNC fantasy stuff in general, but this is about the closest I'm able to *personally* get to writing/ depicting any sort of consent violation/ sexual violence/ noncon.
I loathe the idea of Bonnie as someone helpless. I want Bonnie to be humanized instead of falling forever into the magical negro trope Plec relegated her to. It's important to me Bonnie is shown as a character we ought to sympathize with, but not through victimhood. She's taken advantage of, but I still think that's different than being *victimized*
Bonnie is this cool, complex, and vaguely dark character. Many of her fics focus on exploring what would happen if she cut the life of perpetual service and embraced her *edge*. I wanted to do the same, give Bonnie a little push and show she's not meek or docile, despite the masks she wears for others part of her is eager to embrace the intense. Enter Kai.
Kai, on the other hand, is, and I know how this is going to sound, not that bad. Like, don't get me wrong, he *is* that bad, but in my head, I kinda ignore anything past the Thanksgiving dinner table scene. And I know this argument has been beaten to death, but Kai was created and not just born that way. Which doesn't excuse or absolve him but does contextualize. I like to think if he can be messily created, he can be just as messily... uncreated.
Without forcing Bonnie to be Kai's Emotional Support GirlfriendTM I wanted her to be a key part of why he changes. I wanted to show him wrestling with the changes Bonnie inspires in him and how he's Super-Dee-Duper fucked up but like, what if he could help someone through that? What if someone likes it? Enter Bonnie.
I love the idea of them transforming and taking traits from the other, while still retaining their key personalities. In the best BK versions (this fic hardly counts as their best) they synthesize each other. Each is the catalyst for the other to change (and grow, and re-evaluate, and introspect). Also, like most of my fics, I wanted some kinky dark shit that both of them were in on. If you're reading this thanks for listening to all that! You didn't have to and I appreciate it.
We've got an epilogue left and that will close us out.
It's really been a blast writing this, and I'm excited about the last little piece. It's nothing great, just a cute little tying together of loose strings (and perhaps some discussion of the future (?) I'll catch y'all in the next chapter.
Bye-oooooooooo