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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