“You can save the good-girl act, Beauty. A couple months ago, I got to thinking…when was the last time we saw each other? After Dr. Freud—not—put his hand on your thigh, right? The year before that you called me after that fake Tantra guru made a move on you, too, right? And what kick were you on before Tantric sex?”

  “Yoga.”

  “Right, yoga. I learned a lot when I was home at the beginning of the summer. I was planning to force you to see me, but I guess you knew that since you left town. It seemed a little strange that after nine years of pretty regular hookups, you’d refuse to see me three years in a row. Luckily, I found your haunting ground…with a little help from your friends. If you think it’s fun to play at Johnny’s club, just wait until you see what I have in store for you. I’ve done a ton of research. I can give you what you want, darling.” Kat moved toward her, forcing her into the dimly lit space.

  It was ironic that Kat had latched on to kink as a way to entice her when Bonita had been using BDSM to stifle her craving for Kat. It had almost worked, too. Of all the demanding practices she had adopted after Kat had started getting really famous, submission had kept her satisfied the longest. With an experienced Domme, Bonita could feel a shadow of what she felt with Kat.

  “Beauty? Are you game or not?” Kat asked.

  Kat stood in front of her, a breath away, black eyes snapping, warm flesh beckoning, secret heart begging for her answer. So easy to give.

  She nodded.

  “Good.” Kat raised her hand to Bonita’s cheek. Her thumb caressed Bonita’s lower lip, pulling her mouth slightly open. “I built this room for you because I know how you feel about keeping our secret. I knew you would want me to be discreet. Otherwise, I’d have put all this stuff in the middle of the living room.” She winked. “I guess you got my message when the room was ready?” A husky whisper, a lighthearted challenge. Kat brought her other hand to rest on Bonita’s collarbone, exposed above the scooped neck of her shirt, and pushed her gently toward the table.

  Bonita’s knees felt weak, and for a moment she considered sinking straight to the floor. She had craved Kat for so long it was painful to be near her.

  “Are you ready? It’s only fair to warn you I won’t be gentle. You’ve made me wait too long, and I’m a little pissed off.” Kat’s smile was full of anticipation. “If my sources are correct, you like it rough. You’ll get it.”

  Kat in full-on Domme mode was awesome. She radiated control and leashed sexuality, standing with her shoulders pulled back and her breasts thrust forward, the proud beads of her nipples visible through her thin tank.

  “Take off your shirt,” Kat commanded.

  Nervousness clashed with anticipation. “I thought you wanted to play our game.”

  “I don’t feel like playing a childish game right now. Take off your shirt, Beauty. If you make me take it off you, it won’t be wearable anymore.”

  Bonita crossed her arms and drew her shirt over her head.

  “Now your jeans. Keep your underwear on.” She felt Kat’s gaze on her breasts as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them over her hips. When her ankles were free of the denim, Bonita stood up straight, meeting Kat’s eyes. She had worn white, as was befitting her role as peacemaker—a white flag of truce, taking the form of a very elegant silk bra-and-panty set. It was innocent-looking, almost girlish in style, but the fabric was nearly transparent.

  “Very nice.” Amusement broke Kat’s arrogant pose.

  Bonita wondered if she was thinking of their first time together, when Bonita had been wearing a similarly simple ensemble made of plain white cotton. Kat reached out and rubbed one finger over the rosy outline of Bonita’s nipple, pressing hard against the silk. Bonita caught her breath as Kat used both hands to cup her breasts, roughly flicking her thumbs over the tight peaks.

  “Turn around and put your hands on the table.”

  Bonita obeyed quickly this time, glad of the chance to hide her expression. Kat was starting to get to her. She could smell fear, mixed with her own scent heating the air around her. She felt Kat touch her knees, push them apart, then run her hand up the inside of her thigh to clasp the crotch of her panties.

  “Mmm…fabulous.” Kat rubbed, pressing her middle finger firmly into the soaked material.

  “I’ve been traveling all day,” Bonita said weakly. “I haven’t showered.”

  Kat pressed harder. “Don’t be silly. I want to taste your whole day. Your whole week. I want to feast on every fucking year that has passed since I felt you like this, wet from wanting me.”

  Her hand dipped to the side and slipped under Bonita’s panties, fingers moving through her swollen heat, stoking the fire, rubbing hard. Bonita was already mindless. Only Kat could do that to her, take her up high and fast, make her come so suddenly it was like being pulled down a river by a merciless current and then falling over a high waterfall. She began to whimper low in her throat as she rode Kat’s hand, rocking her pelvis back and forth as her head pressed against the leather table between her hands.

  She moaned as Kat tugged on her clit and held it.

  “No. Not that fast, Beauty. You need some punishment first. I’m still annoyed about last summer. And the summer before that. And before that.” Kat withdrew her hand, making Bonita whimper. “I’m looking forward to watching my handprints spread across your ass.” Kat’s hands skated over her back, unfastening her bra and pulling it out from under her. She felt warm skin touch her buttocks, her thighs and the length of her back as Kat leaned over her, pressing her to the bench. “Mmm. You feel great.”

  The restraint closed over Bonita’s right wrist before she could process what was happening. She had been focused on Kat’s smooth, hard belly pressed against her lower back, Kat’s breasts against her shoulder blades, registering the fact that Kat was now naked too.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice was rough.

  “Getting creative. Be quiet. You have been very bad, and I am going to use these handy Velcro cuffs to spread you facedown across this wicked little table. It’s amazing what you can find on the Internet these days.”

  Now that Bonita was paying attention, she recognized the portable bondage bench to which she was now secured. It wasn’t a model sold at Come Again, too extreme for most of her customers, but Bonita had considered purchasing it for personal use. It was a sturdy model, fully adjustable to a variety of deviant sexual activities.

  Kat dealt with her left wrist with equal efficiency. Each cuff was attached to a soft rope. As Kat pulled the ropes taut, Bonita craned her neck to see them. Japanese silk. Of course. Only the best for Kat.

  “Shift your weight forward and spread your legs.” Kat pulled Bonita’s panties down to her ankles and lifted her feet out of them. Bonita felt more restraints tighten around her ankles until she was tied, bent over, buck naked and immobilized, at the mercy of the only person on the planet who could hurt her.

  But would Kat dare?

  Yes.

  The first crack caught her right buttock, hard enough to make her eyes water. Naturally Kat would be good at this. She was good at everything.

  “That was for screening my calls.” Kat’s voice was laced with dark satisfaction.

  The second sharp blow hit Bonita’s left buttock, and she gritted her teeth, bracing herself against the ropes attached to her ankles.

  “And that one was for hanging up every time I answered my cell. You could have at least said hello and let me hear your voice. I’m tempted to stop here, with your lovely ass marked by two perfect handprints—my signature, if you will—but I’m not feeling any better yet. I think I’ll feel better when I start to hear you.”

  Bonita heard the sound of curtain rings reeling across a rod.

  “There we go. We’re soundproofed now. Let me hear your sweet voice.”

  Bonita couldn’t see her, but she could feel Kat standing behind her. Kat’s hand fell again, and Bonita cried out. This role suited Kat to a tee. She played it so well, it was hard to believe that she hadn’t been practicing for years, projecting anger and enjoyment in equal measure, danger at war with strength and control. Pleasure. Pain. Desire. This was their game. Kat the actress, Bonita the audience, but she had never been this helplessly enthralled.

  She whimpered as Kat methodically worked her hand over her ass. The sharp, stinging slaps brought every nerve ending in her body to life. She arched her back, wiggling as much as the silk ropes would allow, trying to control where each slap would land. She was dying for one to hit her where she wanted to be hit, squarely between the legs. Her clit was ready, her pussy so wet she knew if Kat’s palm landed there, it would sound like she was slapping a puddle.

  A glancing blow landed between her buttocks, and she screamed in frustration as Kat’s laugh rang out behind her.

  The blows stopped.

  A maddeningly gentle hand caressed the cleft between her cheeks. “Not enjoying it anymore? Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll see if I’m in the mood to give it to you.”

  Bonita’s breath came in rough pants, but she didn’t speak.

  “Still won’t talk to me, huh? Well, that makes it easy. I know what I want. I want you to scream my name. I want to make you come so hard you never want to leave me again. You’re here, and you’re mine.” Kat whispered directly into her ear, “So tell me, darling, what is your safe word?” Her mocking laugh made Bonita shiver.

  Kat reached between Bonita’s thighs and stroked her. She tensed as Kat slipped one finger inside, teasing her. Another finger joined the first, and Kat began to fuck her in a steady rhythm. Bonita teetered on the edge of orgasm, close, so close.

  “Tell me your safe word,” Kat demanded.

  “I can’t.” The words broke free from Bonita’s throat with a groan. Kat wouldn’t understand. She had to come up with a word, but she couldn’t think with Kat inside her. Kat’s fingers slowed, then stopped.

  “Please,” Bonita begged.

  “Tell me your safe word,” Kat said again. “Tell me—or I’ll leave you alone, just like this. For hours.”

  Of course Kat wouldn’t leave her tied up, but Bonita struggled against the ropes anyway, afraid Kat would end their play. Bonita had come so far to be with her. They couldn’t stop now. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe Kat wouldn’t care. “Kat…” she whispered.

  “I’m leaving, Beauty.”

  “No! It’s Kat…my safe word is Kat. It’s you, but most people think I mean the animal. Cat.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Kat breathed, and released her. Her shock hit Bonita like a shower of ice water. The playful, dominating tension Kat had been projecting disappeared, leaving Bonita feeling empty and cold.

  “Oh, God, what are we going to do?” Kat’s hand rested gently on the top of Bonita’s back as she leaned to untie the wrist restraints. Bonita sagged against the bench while Kat bent to untie her ankles. “Are you telling me that with all your lovers, Mistresses, Dommes, whatever, when things get too rough for you, you invoke my name and call it quits? My name means stop to you?”

  Bonita nodded.

  “I don’t even want to think about the psychological implications of that. I wanted to please you. I thought you’d like the closet dungeon I created for you. I wanted it to bring you back to me.”

  Bonita stood to face her. “I’m here, Kat. I’m sorry.” Even like this, naked and vulnerable, she could feel the fine hairs on her body strain to touch Kat’s skin. When their breasts touched, electric pinpoints of desire shot through her, and her pussy, temporarily dashed by shame, flamed again. She raised her hands, buried them in Kat’s wild, fragrant hair and pulled her close. Kat’s skin was smooth and buttery, so comfortable, silky and warm, full of memories.

  Kat sighed. “I can’t resist you. You know I can’t, but you make me crazy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  The balance between them shifted, and the need that had carried Bonita to Los Angeles blossomed again. She dropped her head to Kat’s breasts and pushed them together, kneading the soft curves and caressing Kat’s nipples with her fingertips. They were arrogant, rosy peaks, daring her to suck them. She drew one into her mouth, loving the way it flipped back and forth under the firm strokes of her tongue. Kat’s low groan of delight sent bolts of pleasure to her pussy, sharp rockets of hot sensation.

  Bonita slid her hand down Kat’s taut belly, enjoying the hard muscle under the silk of her tanned skin. Lower, she cupped Kat’s perfectly bare pussy. Bonita couldn’t imagine what it would take to get that smooth, but it felt like satin to her fingertips. She found Kat’s clit and rubbed, swirling her index finger around and around.

  “Harder.” Kat widened her stance and began to rock her hips into Bonita’s hand.

  She dropped to her knees and buried her face between Kat’s open thighs, reaching out with her tongue, searching through her soft, wet folds for the tight pearl she had just been teasing with her finger. Bonita found it, trapped it, sucked it into her mouth and began a teasing flutter with her tongue.

  “I said harder,” Kat demanded. She held Bonita’s head in her hands, grasping her tightly by the roots of her hair. “Make me come.”

  She bathed Kat’s clit in a series of hard strokes and swirls, and Kat surrendered as she did everything else: completely, gorgeously and just a little selfishly. She rode Bonita’s face, pulling her mouth into her pussy, thrusting against her tongue.

  Kat began to moan louder, and Bonita responded to the signal by braiding three fingers together and thrusting them into her. “Yes…God, yes.” Kat’s body gripped her fingers as she cried out her pleasure.

  Finally, the spasms that pulsed against her fingers stopped, and Kat stilled on her tongue. She pulled Bonita to her feet, kissing her deeply. Heat pooled in her belly as Kat licked her lips and drew a deep breath, let it go and drew another one, shaking her head back and forth as if to clear it. Slowly her eyes opened, and a wicked smile stole across her lips. “Your turn.”

  The scent of Kat was around her, on her. She was so aroused, she was afraid she might come from a single touch. None of her Mistresses had ever been able to affect Bonita like this, but Kat did it effortlessly, without even trying. She didn’t even know she was doing it.

  Kat grabbed her hips and walked her back to the edge of the leather table. She trapped her there, one hand cupping her mound while the other pulled her into a kiss. Bonita convulsed, climaxing in quick, fierce spasms. She wrapped her arms around Kat’s tan, smooth shoulders, holding on for dear life. Frantically, she caressed Kat’s back, grabbing handfuls of tight curves, massaging, squeezing, desperate to calm the monster inside her that was begging for more, begging to give more.

  “You’re holding out on me.” Kat slipped several fingers inside her, stretching her. At the same time, she rubbed her thumb against Bonita’s clit, causing tiny, concentrated bursts of fire to shoot through her limbs. Her orgasm, barely subsided, began to build again.

  Kat hooked a hand under her arm and grabbed Bonita’s hair, forcing her head back. “My name is no longer your safe word. Got it? I don’t want you to say my name when you’ve had enough. I want you to say my name when you want more.”

  She released Bonita’s hair and reached between their bodies to grasp Bonita’s nipple with her fingers, sharp nails digging into the flesh of her areola. Slowly Kat increased the pressure until Bonita gasped. She pulled Bonita’s nipple, lifting her breast away from her body, and the pressure, the pain and the edge of uncertainty held her on the brink of orgasm.

  “Come on, Beauty, say my name,” Kat coaxed.

  Kat began to move her fingers in and out of Bonita’s body in short, sharp thrusts. The friction was unbearably arousing, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Kat’s thumb flicked harder, faster. “Say it!”

  Exquisite pain fired her nipples and shot through clit, making her bite her lip and whimper as Kat continued to thrust into her. She stopped breathing, hypnotized by the concentration in Kat’s black eyes as she stroked her G-spot. A hot waterfall of pleasure built, forcing her higher on a steep wave that would surely send her crashing.

  “Now.” Kat’s voice was implacable. “Say it.”

  Three years of training were hard to break, but Kat had owned her for longer than that.

  “Kat,” Bonita whispered from the back of her throat as her world imploded.

  Chapter Two

  Kat felt weightless, as if she were drifting in the eye of a hurricane, anchored only by Bonita’s fingers, tangled with hers as they lay side by side on the plush carpet.

  “I need a shower,” Bonita said.

  “Sure. As soon as I can move, I’ll fill the tub for us.”

  “Um, I think your staff might have a few questions about that. Why don’t you show me where my room is, and I’ll meet you downstairs later?”

  “No way.” Kat wasn’t in the mood to be alone. “I don’t give a crap what my staff thinks. I don’t pay them to think. I pay them to do their jobs. Don’t you worry ’bout a thing.” She stood and reached down to pull Bonita to her feet. “Wait until you see my bathroom. You could drown three people in the tub and never touch the sides.”

  “Sounds great, but not a chance, Kitty Kat. I’ve spent half of my life protecting your career. I am not going to take a bath with you and start rumors about your sexuality.”

  “There are already rumors about my sexuality,” she drawled, caressing the side of Bonita’s soft breast with her palm.

  “Not this kind.”

  “Fine. Have it your way.” Kat knew how to pick her fights. She was hungry anyway, and she knew from experience that the harder she pushed Bonita, the harder Bonita would push back. “But I plan to sneak into your bed every night.”

  Bonita gave her a tiny smile. “Just like the old days.”

  Kat covered her lips with a swift kiss. “Just like the old days. Come on.” She handed Bonita her clothes. “I’ll show you to your room, and you can meet me downstairs. I’ll open a bottle of wine and find us something to eat. And Beauty?”

  Bonita looked up.

  “I’m glad you’re here.”

 

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