Bonnie Stitch Novels & Stories

She nodded her approval and I turned to Bonnie. She turned to Bonnie, “Why don’t we do matching mommy/daughter dresses, just different colors?” Bonnie smiled in approval, so she put my hand on her shoulder and her dress appeared in a light brown with a coordinating shawl. Crystal’s eyes are beaming with excitement when she claps her hands and cheers, “Mommy, you are gorgeous!” We all laughed, and I agreed with her, “You do look beautiful, Bonnie.”

Bonnie’s lips drew back, and she unleashed the hiss of a serpent as she brought her hand up, tearing at Cassidy’s neck. Nimble fingers scraped at her flesh as Cassidy struggled to pull her hand away. A searing sting penetrated to her esophagus, but just as quickly as she’d felt the finger latch on, they were off, and using Cassidy’s shoulder as a springboard, Bonnie launched herself up into the air.

Annabel told Zen that the third stitch was the most useful stitch. “A back stitch is used to join two fabrics strongly. The shorter the stitches, the more durable the stitch is. It’s good for repairing broken bag straps and clothes that require heavy movement. The seams hardly tear, and it lasts the longest.” Liking the sound of it, Zen nodded. Annabel’s threaded her needle horizontally on the underside of her pillowcase and explained the key points of a back stitch.

I wiped my face, glad I hadn’t done my makeup yet. “Are you nervous?” I asked. Damien nodded, not bothering to look up from his phone. Bonnie bursted into the room. The bright magenta of her dress was an eyesore. “Daddy, please zip my dress.” She was bouncing as she admired her reflection. “Hold still, Bonnie.” Damien was struggling. I imagined the zipper breaking and felt immediate guilt. Bonnie may have looked like she was imitating a certain purple dinosaur, but she was happy. “I can help.” I moved toward them.

"I'll call the ladies and tell them that they can get it all tomorrow." Bonnie hugged me again. I'm sure it was me, but it just felt different, better, warmer. "Guess we better make sure there are no other surprises." I laughed. "No whips and chains?" Bonnie gave me a wicked grin. "Or strap-ons." I held her eyes as I answered. "What would you know about strap-ons?" Bonnie put her hand on my thigh, up high, close to my bulging cock. "I haven't always been the boring Midwest girl. I went to college."

Syrus asked, ready to swing into action. “No…nothing…no one…” Bonnie stuttered and dashed upstairs in a flash of light.

“He didn’t just marry you. He staked everything on you. That makes you powerful in ways you haven’t realized.” I swallowed hard. “What kind of power?” Bonnie’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming. “The power to drive him mad. He’s already started unraveling. You just need to keep pulling at the threads. Give him a challenge.” I nodded slowly, trying to understand, but the puzzle pieces didn’t quite fit. “What kind of challenge?” I asked, my confusion slipping through. Bonnie leaned closer, her smirk deepening. “Come on, sweetie,” she purred, “the Capos already started it. All you have to do is finish what they began. Just continue from where they stopped.”

We both grow quiet as she dials and then wait until Tabitha answers. “Hello?” She rasps. “Bonnie? What is it…AH!” “Will you come meet me?” The woman, Bonnie, asks as I fight the rage that is beginning to boil in me due to the noises coming from the other end of the phone. “I need to speak with you.” "I..." she gasps before a moan escapes her. “I’m a little busy.” “Please,” Bonnie pushes. “I really need to speak with you.” “O-okay,” she manages, before another loud moan sounds, followed by the sound of a man’s growl. “Wh-where…”

She nodded her approval and I turned to Bonnie. She turned to Bonnie, “Why don’t we do matching mommy/daughter dresses, just different colors?” Bonnie smiled in approval, so she put my hand on her shoulder and her dress appeared in a light brown with a coordinating shawl. Crystal’s eyes are beaming with excitement when she claps her hands and cheers, “Mommy, you are gorgeous!” We all laughed, and I agreed with her, “You do look beautiful, Bonnie.”

"Unfortunately, even if I want to go, they don't need me." Bonnie snorted and seemed to be very disdainful. She opened the document and didn't even take a look. Instead, she drew a few lines on the signature area with her pen. She did all like this on three documents. With a snap, she closed them and tossed them to Suzanne. After Suzanne confirmed that Bonnie had signed her name, she let out a small sigh of relief. Very quickly, she stood up from the sofa and bowed slightly to Bonnie. Politely, she said, "Miss Golden, please spare some time for me."