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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