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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,