“It would be my pleasure,” Marcy purred.
When they sat down to resume the play, Katherine tried very hard to pay attention. But her mind kept going back to the tryst she’d had with Marcy in the bathroom stall, the way her body had burned, the way Marcy’s lips and hands had felt. She knew that Marcy wasn’t simply going to come over for wine and cheese tonight; those hands would be on her again, along with Mark’s doing, wicked, wild, wonderful things to her. Her hands clenched and unclenched in her lap as she fought to modulate her breathing.
“Having trouble paying attention to the play?” Mark’s voice was low and somehow suggestive in her ear, and made her jump—she had been so focused on trying to get herself under control she’d forgotten about him.
“I’m fine, Master,” she murmured, keeping her eyes focused on the stage.
“No, you’re not. You’re too busy thinking about what’s going to happen to you tonight, aren’t you?” His tongue traced her earlobe, sending shivers through her. “You naughty little slut.”
“Yes, Master,” she admitted. “I’m trying very hard to focus, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“I knew you would.” He bit down on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp, not caring one iota that even now, at least ten spyglasses were trained on their box. “I’m glad you like Marcy. I know you haven’t been with a woman before, so I made sure to pick one I thought you would respond well too. She’ll take good care of you tonight. And I’ll be there the whole time.”
“I’m not afraid, Master. I trust you to do what’s best for me.”
After the play was over, they rode back to Mark’s house in the limo. Aside from putting his arm around her casually, they made the trip back in silence. When they got home, Mark asked the house chef to set out refreshments, and then dismissed him and the housekeeper for the night.
“There’s a blindfold waiting for you on the bed,” he told her. “When I come upstairs with Marcy, I want you kneeling in the middle of the bed, wearing that blindfold and nothing else.”
“Yes, Master.” Katherine swallowed her disappointment that she wouldn’t be downstairs with Mark when Marcy arrived. She knew she shouldn’t really be concerned since they were both coming upstairs to be with her, but she couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy—Marcy was a bombshell whereas Katherine was merely pretty. How could she compete with that?
Swallowing back a sigh, she went upstairs and did as her Master commanded. After all, she had signed herself away to him for an entire week. If he didn’t want her downstairs when Marcy arrived, she needed to respect his wishes.
She was just kneeling in the center of the bed when she heard the doorbell ring, followed by Marcy’s throaty laugh. Katherine knew she should just relax and wait, but she couldn’t help but sit up straighter and strain her ears. The bedroom was too far away for her to make out the words, but she could hear the tinkling of wine glasses, the mingling of voices. Hot jealousy spiked through her at the low, seductive cadence of Mark’s laugh, but she resisted the temptation to rip off the blindfold and march downstairs and stayed exactly where she was.
Nearly an hour passed before she heard footsteps down the hall—the clicking of heels and the softer thump of loafers—and she nearly hated the fact that she went from being irritated to excited, her heart racing, her palms sweating. The door swung softly open and she forced her muscles to relax, to be pliant even as her ears continued to strain, to try and follow their movements around the room. She heard a slight creak, felt the mattress dip behind her, and knew from the weight that it was Marcy.
“You’re a very good slave,” she purred in Katherine’s ear, her hands coming up to knead her breasts. Katherine arched helplessly into her touch. “You’ve trained her very well, Mark. I thought she might complain, but she’s waited here the whole time.”
“She pleases me,” was all Mark said, but it sent a thrill of joy straight down to the tips of Katherine’s toes.
“She should.” Marcy sank her teeth into Katherine’s shoulder. “Do you mind if I play with her?”
“I was hoping you would.” Katherine heard the creak of a chair, and another little thrill raced through her veins at the thought that her master would be watching. She gasped as Marcy suddenly pinched her nipples hard, then bit into her shoulder, hard enough to bruise. Nails raked down the front of her abdomen, leaving little trails of fire.
“On your hands, slave,” Marcy purred. “I told you I wanted to taste you, and now I will.”
She was flogged first, with a cat o’nine tails. Katherine’s cries echoed across the room as marks were left on her back, her butt, her legs. Marcy especially liked to hit her ass, and Katherine knew that it would be raw and red by the time she was done. She whimpered when Marcy took her cheeks in both hands and squeezed hard, then spread her legs wide.
“You’re a good girl,” she said. “A very good girl. Here’s a little reward for you.”
Then Marcy’s mouth was on her pussy, tonguing her folds, sucking her clit, and Katherine’s arms gave out; she collapsed onto her forearms. This only pushed her ass even higher into the air, giving Marcy better access, who purred appreciatively. This time moans echoed off the walls as fiery pleasure stormed through her, building quickly to climax after climax. She came three times before Marcy finally pulled back, leaving Katherine a quivering mass on the bed.
“She tastes delicious, Mark. How do you ever get enough?”
“I don’t,” he said simply, the chair creaking as he got to his feet. “And now I want my fill.”
Katherine was pushed onto her back, and she held back a whimper as the sheets came in contact with the wounds on her back. But she forgot all about it when Mark’s wonderfully hard, naked body pressed up against hers. His mouth covered hers with slow, tender kisses, and she soaked up his warmth and love. She enjoyed what Marcy did to her, but she hadn’t realized how much she needed soothing until it was given to her. Mark always seemed to know exactly what she needed.
Her chest heaved as he trailed kisses down her abdomen, and her fingers curled into his thick locks when he took her with his mouth, his tongue sliding deep into her. When Marcy had done it to her she felt like she’d been riding on a razor’s edge, but Mark’s touch was a kind of balm, refreshing. She came four times beneath him, crying “Master!” each time, like a prayer.
“Now, we can’t let her have all the fun, Mark,” Marcy said, a slight pout in her voice. “I want some too.”
“I’m willing to share.”
“Good. I was getting tired of waiting.” Marcy’s footfalls came around to the front of the bed. “Let’s take this blindfold off you, sweetheart.” She tugged it free, and Katherine blinked, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit bedroom. Her eyes found Mark’s, who smiled at her as he rose up onto his knees, positioning himself between his legs. His cock was huge and hard, his pre cum glistening on the tip.
“He’s going to fuck you now,” Marcy said, “but while he’s inside you, you’re going to please me.” Katherine was suddenly confronted with a glistening, perfectly-shaved pussy as Marcy straddled her face. At the same time she felt the head of Mark’s cock probe her gently, encouragingly. Hesitantly, Katherine wrapped her fingers around Marcy’s silky, toned thighs and ran her tongue along her inner folds. She was rewarded with a throaty moan, and gave one of her own when Mark pushed himself fully into her.
“Yes,” Marcy hissed as Katherine grew bolder with her tongue. She found Marcy’s clit and began sucking gently. “Oh God Mark, she’s good. Yes! Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue!” Her moans grew louder, and then Katherine heard Mark kissing her, but she forgot to be jealous. Marcy’s obvious pleasure made her feel strong, powerful, and gave her a heady rush of pleasure of her own. When Marcy finally came, her juices flowing into Katherine’s mouth, it was enough, combined with Mark pounding into her, to push her over the edge herself in a glorious explosion of ecstasy.
“I would love to stay,” Marcy said when it was over, “but I ha
ve to fly out to England tomorrow. I’ll be back in a few days if you would like to meet again.”
“I’ll let you know,” Mark promised, and he gave Marcy a slow, long, steamy kiss that had Katherine’s blood boiling. “Good night, Marcy.”
He showed her out, then came to sit on the bed beside Katherine. “You know I love the look in your eyes when you’re jealous,” he teased her.
Katherine blinked. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, Master.”
He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “That was the whole reason I kept doing it. The way it makes a man feel to know a woman is territorial over him… you will understand someday, though I hope it isn’t any time soon.”
“Why not, Master?”
“Because the unlucky man to set eyes on you like that is going to end up in a world of hurt.” His expression told her he was deadly serious, and it sent a very feminine thrill through her. “Now, enough talk for now,” he murmured, pushing her back onto the bed. “Marcy might have been done for tonight, but I’m not.”
He covered her mouth with his, and there was no more talk that night.
* * *
The next three days were challenging but very rewarding. Mark kept her on her toes, pushing her to the limit in many cases both in and outside of the bedroom. Some of the challenges she’d had to face had sorely tested her—at one point he’d made her kneel naked in front of the front door for three hours while she waited for him to come home—but he always rewarded her beyond her wildest imaginings for doing as he asked. She was determined to prove her devotion to him.
On the fourth day of her contract, she slept in until nearly noon—Mark had kept her up very late the past two nights. She stretched her arms overhead, her body pleasantly sore from the night’s activities, then got out of bed and strolled to the mirror to admire the new marks he’d given her last night. There was a dark bruise right above her collarbone, vaguely shaped like a heart that made her grin. She fingered it gently, remembering the stinging bite of his teeth there as he’d moved inside her.
With a contented sigh, she climbed into the shower and turned on the jets. The hot spray pounded her sore muscles from all sides, and she quickly lost herself to the sheer pleasure of a hot, steamy shower. Living with Mark came with all kinds of perks and pleasures bordering on hedonistic at times. Her little apartment certainly hadn’t come with such a fantastic shower.
She was just about finished soaping herself up when the shower door slid open. Before she had a chance to turn around, Mark was pulling her back against his chest and cupping her breasts in his big hands. She moaned when he gently pinched her nipples, rolling the turgid buds between his fingers.
“Good morning, Master,” she managed breathlessly. He’d only been gone maybe two hours, so she hadn’t expected him to be home. But he loved to surprise her; he would come home at any hour of the day just to make love to her.
“Good morning.” He nibbled on her earlobe. “I thought you would have been at the door to greet me, but I forgot how much I’d tired you out. Did you sleep well?”
“Very well, Master.” She arched her back when he bit down on the hickey he’d left the night before. His erection rubbed insistently against her slippery bottom, inflaming her need. He was so close to being inside her…
“Good. Because I’m feeling insatiable right now.”
He slid two fingers inside her, and she clenched instantly around him with a small cry. Stabs of pleasure shook her as he pleasured her with his hand, and it wasn’t long before she crested into a climax. Then he was pressing her flush against the cold tile as he pushed inside her, filling her so completely that she came instantly, right on the heels of her last orgasm. Her screams echoed off the tile as he pounded into her, and her knees threatened to give out beneath her. He came violently, his arms banding tightly around her as he called her name, and she was filled with such a sense of love and acceptance she wished they could stay there forever.
Afterward he carried her out of the bath and into the bed, where they stayed until well after noon.
* * *
Katherine was making dinner when the doorbell rang. Surprised, she looked down at the silk-button down shirt she was wearing and wondered if she should put on some pants before she answered it. The terms of her contract stated that when at home she was to wear one of her master’s shirts and nothing else unless he specified, though, and there was no guarantee it wouldn’t be him outside the door, testing her to see if she followed instructions.
But then, he also hadn’t told her he was expecting anyone. Who could it possibly be?
Quietly, she tiptoed across the lobby and looked through the peephole installed in the big oak door. Her heart pounded hard when she saw Marcy standing outside, dressed in a trench coat and heels, a briefcase held in one hand. She tossed a flirtatious smile at the peephole, as if she knew Katherine was standing behind it at this very moment. What was she doing here? Mark hadn’t told her Marcy was coming over. But she knew the woman, and imagined that it would be rude to leave her waiting outside. Mark would want Katherine to be hospitable.
Sucking in a breath, she opened the door. “Good afternoon, Marcy.”
“Good afternoon.” Marcy didn’t wait to be invited inside, but stepped straight up, and Katherine was forced to step aside so that her bare feet wouldn’t get skewered by Marcy’s stilettos. “I see you’re still under contract?”
“Today is the last day.” Katherine swallowed at the gleam in the other woman’s eyes. “Marcy, what are you doing here?”
“I came to play with you.” Marcy unbuttoned the trench coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing the siren-red lingerie beneath. Katherine sucked in a sharp breath at the incredibly erotic vision before her, even as alarm bells began sounding off in her head. “You look so delicious in that shirt.” She grabbed a fistful of silk and dragged Katherine close. “No wonder Mark makes you wear them.”
“I-I don’t think this is a good idea…”
“Why not, darling?” Marcy licked her cheek. “Mark has already made it clear he doesn’t mind sharing you with me. You wouldn’t want to disappoint him by refusing me, would you?”
“Well, no, but he’s not here, and he didn’t say I could…”
“Hush.” Marcy pressed her lips against Katherine’s, effectively silencing her. When she pulled back, her face was flushed, her breathing rapid. “You’re right, Mark isn’t here right now. And that makes me in charge. Which means I’m your mistress. And as your mistress, I command you to kneel. Right now.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Wide-eyed, Katherine went to her knees. She bit her bottom lips worriedly as she watched Marcy open her briefcase, wondering what to do. Something about this just didn’t seem right. But Marcy was Mark’s friend, and she wouldn’t do anything to betray him. She was probably right, and they weren’t doing anything wrong.
Marcy pulled out a strap-on and belted it on, then turned back to Katherine. “Suck my cock,” she demanded, wrapping Katherine’s hair around her fist. “Like you would if Mark was standing over you.”
Katherine stared at the plastic dildo for a moment, wondering what pleasure Marcy could possibly get out of this, but she didn’t dare argue. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she took it into her mouth slowly, getting used to the strange texture. She kept her eyes on Marcy the whole time, the way she did with Mark, who watched her avariciously.
“Oh yeah,” she purred throatily. “That’s it. You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? Just like that.”
When Marcy decided she’d had enough, she had Katherine stand up and follow her to the couch. “Face the wall,” she said, and Katherine kneeled on the cushions, bracing her forearms against the back of the couch. “Mmm. You have such a sweet ass.”
Marcy kneeled on the floor and spread Katherine’s legs wide, exposing her pussy. Katherine cried out when she felt Marcy’s mouth on her, licking her folds, playing with her clit. She gripped the back of the couch hard, her legs trem
bling, and came all over Marcy’s face.
“Delicious,” Marcy purred, settling her hands on Katherine’s waist. “I’m going to fuck you now, slave. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Katherine was both nervous and excited about the idea of having Marcy’s strap-on inside her. But if this was what her Master wanted…
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
Katherine’s head snapped around to see Mark standing in the doorway. Her blood went cold at the stony look on his face. Oh God. Oh no. What had she done?
“Why, Mark, what is wrong? Didn’t Katherine tell you she invited me over?”
“What?” Mark and Katherine asked at the same time, Mark’s voice like the crack of a whip, Katherine’s high with disbelief.
“She called me up and told me she wanted to play.” Marcy stepped back and sashayed up to Mark, the strap-on wiggling obscenely. Had she really almost let Marcy put that thing inside her? “I told her that it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to come over, but she said she’d called you and gotten her permission. It sounds like someone hasn’t learned to obey her Master, after all.”
“She’s lying!” Katherine cried, tears stinging her eyes. “I had nothing to do with her coming here!”
“Now why would I ever intrude like this?” Marcy asked, sounding shocked. “Mark, you’ve known me for a very long time. Would I do something like that to you, behind your back?”
“How dare you!” Katherine snarled. “You wanted me to disobey. I never meant to… I would never…”
“Oh, please,” Marcy sneered. “I don’t know what you ever saw in her, Mark. I told you that you wouldn’t find a lover more faithful or obedient than I.” She pressed her body up against his, and Katherine barely restrained herself from launching herself at the woman. “It’s not too late for us.”
“Get out.”
“Excuse me?” Marcy recoiled as though she’d been struck by a whip, her face blank with shock.
“I said, get out.” Mark’s voice was tight with fury. “I thought you would know better than to play games with me, Marcy.”
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