replied.
“Did not.”
Bonita lifted the top piece of bread.
“Oh. Sorry about that. I’m easily distracted by incriminating newspaper photos.”
“Why did you lie to your manager?” Bonita pushed away the last few bites of her sandwich and looked at Kat.
“Habit?”
Bonita’s soapy scent floated across the table. It reminded her of their well-scrubbed childhood, of comfort and home, making her feel cheerful. For the first time in months, she wasn’t bored. She didn’t feel like getting drunk or taking a sleeping pill. Bonita had come to her, for once. She crossed the kitchen and leaned down to slant her lips across Bonita’s mouth, and her feeling of contentment increased.
Bonita had a beautiful mouth, full lower lip balanced by the perfect bow of her sweet upper lip, but even when she was relaxed, her mouth was controlled, guarded. She held her jaw tight. Bonita automatically censored every move she made. She was calm, in control, perpetually braced against…what? Life?
Kat had never tried very hard to restrain her own wild impulses, but she recognized the effort it took to keep a wild side in check. She should respect that, but the habit of breaking Bonita’s self-control was too deeply ingrained. Kat could only resist for so long. Every time she saw those lips, soft and perfect and so, so stiff, she wanted to kiss them, take them, gently, harshly, all ways.
By God, Kat would find a way to keep them together. If the dungeon wasn’t enough, she would think of something else. They were good together, too good to throw each other away, year after year. She would get that through Bonita’s thick head one way or another.
“Why are you here?” she whispered against Bonita’s lips. “I know I called you, but what finally made you come?”
Bonita said nothing. Kat would wait about another three minutes, and then she’d drag her back up to the closet and beat the answer out of her if she had to. The idea held a certain appeal. Spanking Bonita had gotten her so hot, Kat almost hoped she would keep stalling.
But for once, Bonita didn’t make her wait at all.
“I need a fix,” Bonita said, feeling something relax inside her at the admission.
“You’re doing drugs?” The stunned look on Kat’s face prompted Bonita’s first real smile since she’d gotten out of the taxi. Kat was hard to surprise. Even harder to shock.
“No, I’m doing you. My drug is you. I need you.”
Kat’s eyes flashed. “Don’t tease me, Bonita. You cut me cold for three years, then you show up on my doorstep claiming you need me? Screw you.” She snagged the wine and the glasses and strode out of the kitchen.
Bonita followed her into the living room and watched her set the bottle and their glasses on the low coffee table. Kat dropped onto a sleek leather couch and crossed her arms.
Bonita crouched at her feet and took her hands, squeezing. “I did everything I could to stay away from you—”
“I noticed.”
“God, all that yoga, Tantra, the psychotherapy… I even stopped seeing your movies for a while.”
“Now that really hurts.” Kat rolled her eyes.
“But nothing works. Not for long. I can always feel you with me, right at the edges. I can’t shut you out, Kitty Kat. No matter how hard I try. I need you.”
“Could have fooled me.” Kat pulled away from her and picked up her wine.
“You know I can’t have you, not really, not without someone finding out, but nobody else even comes close to making me feel like you do—not unless they’ve got a whip in their hand.”
“That shouldn’t make me happy, should it?”
Bonita tried to laugh, but the chuckle scratched her dry throat. She picked up her wine and took a sip. “Didn’t you wonder how I got into BDSM?”
“Nope. You fit the submissive profile—utterly controlling until you submit to agreed-upon acts for a limited amount of time. Did you realize you were playing our game with other people or was it subconscious? Either way,
“Did not.”
Bonita lifted the top piece of bread.
“Oh. Sorry about that. I’m easily distracted by incriminating newspaper photos.”
“Why did you lie to your manager?” Bonita pushed away the last few bites of her sandwich and looked at Kat.
“Habit?”
Bonita’s soapy scent floated across the table. It reminded her of their well-scrubbed childhood, of comfort and home, making her feel cheerful. For the first time in months, she wasn’t bored. She didn’t feel like getting drunk or taking a sleeping pill. Bonita had come to her, for once. She crossed the kitchen and leaned down to slant her lips across Bonita’s mouth, and her feeling of contentment increased.
Bonita had a beautiful mouth, full lower lip balanced by the perfect bow of her sweet upper lip, but even when she was relaxed, her mouth was controlled, guarded. She held her jaw tight. Bonita automatically censored every move she made. She was calm, in control, perpetually braced against…what? Life?
Kat had never tried very hard to restrain her own wild impulses, but she recognized the effort it took to keep a wild side in check. She should respect that, but the habit of breaking Bonita’s self-control was too deeply ingrained. Kat could only resist for so long. Every time she saw those lips, soft and perfect and so, so stiff, she wanted to kiss them, take them, gently, harshly, all ways.
By God, Kat would find a way to keep them together. If the dungeon wasn’t enough, she would think of something else. They were good together, too good to throw each other away, year after year. She would get that through Bonita’s thick head one way or another.
“Why are you here?” she whispered against Bonita’s lips. “I know I called you, but what finally made you come?”
Bonita said nothing. Kat would wait about another three minutes, and then she’d drag her back up to the closet and beat the answer out of her if she had to. The idea held a certain appeal. Spanking Bonita had gotten her so hot, Kat almost hoped she would keep stalling.
But for once, Bonita didn’t make her wait at all.
“I need a fix,” Bonita said, feeling something relax inside her at the admission.
“You’re doing drugs?” The stunned look on Kat’s face prompted Bonita’s first real smile since she’d gotten out of the taxi. Kat was hard to surprise. Even harder to shock.
“No, I’m doing you. My drug is you. I need you.”
Kat’s eyes flashed. “Don’t tease me, Bonita. You cut me cold for three years, then you show up on my doorstep claiming you need me? Screw you.” She snagged the wine and the glasses and strode out of the kitchen.
Bonita followed her into the living room and watched her set the bottle and their glasses on the low coffee table. Kat dropped onto a sleek leather couch and crossed her arms.
Bonita crouched at her feet and took her hands, squeezing. “I did everything I could to stay away from you—”
“I noticed.”
“God, all that yoga, Tantra, the psychotherapy… I even stopped seeing your movies for a while.”
“Now that really hurts.” Kat rolled her eyes.
“But nothing works. Not for long. I can always feel you with me, right at the edges. I can’t shut you out, Kitty Kat. No matter how hard I try. I need you.”
“Could have fooled me.” Kat pulled away from her and picked up her wine.
“You know I can’t have you, not really, not without someone finding out, but nobody else even comes close to making me feel like you do—not unless they’ve got a whip in their hand.”
“That shouldn’t make me happy, should it?”
Bonita tried to laugh, but the chuckle scratched her dry throat. She picked up her wine and took a sip. “Didn’t you wonder how I got into BDSM?”
“Nope. You fit the submissive profile—utterly controlling until you submit to agreed-upon acts for a limited amount of time. Did you realize you were playing our game with other people or was it subconscious? Either way,
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