“Mark, I would never…”
“Katherine knows that she belongs to me, and only me. She would never have invited you here.” Mark’s tone turned soft, but his eyes were still dangerous. “Now get out, or I will throw you out.”
With a growl, Marcy retrieved her trench coat and headed for the door with her head held high. “I’ll remember this, Mark Donaldson,” she tossed over her shoulder with a sneer. “You can count on that.”
“So will I,” he muttered, quickly closing the door behind her.
When he turned back, Katherine was on her knees at his feet, her head bowed. Her entire body trembled, and he could see tiny droplets splashing the wooden floorboards. “Master, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. “I’ve made such a terrible mistake. Please punish me, master.”
Mark looked down at her for a long time, anger and pity and love warring in his heart. “Stand up, Katherine.”
She did as he commanded, her eyes big, watery pools, her face splotchy and tear-tracked. “Look at me,” he commanded when she started to train her eyes to the floor. “And tell me exactly what happened.”
After it was done, he frowned and said nothing for a long moment as he turned the story over in his head. Finally, he took her gently by the shoulders. “Katherine, Marcy is a very dominant and powerful woman. As a natural submissive and someone new to this world, you wouldn’t have known any better, but understand this. I will never, ever want you to please anyone without being there with you. And if you ever do it again, the consequences will be much, much more severe. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Mark smiled, but there was a shadow in his eyes. “You’ve proven yourself in every way possible to me, Katherine. I know you’re devoted me, and I also know you don’t have a guile bone in your body. I trust you, Katherine. Completely.”
He took her by the hand. “That said, I think it’s time for a new contract.” His eyes burned. “You’re mine, Katherine, and I never want to share you again. Now, let’s clean you up.”
He scooped her up easily and carried her into the bathroom, then ran the hot water. After lowering her in, he joined her with a scrub brush and a bar of soap. Katherine nearly wept at the gentleness with which he washed her, taking special care of her neck and shoulders. He took his time, caressing every inch of her until she felt like a living, breathing flame of need, just ready to be taken.
“I love it when you’re like this,” he told her, his own eyes burning with unslaked lust. “So pliant, so open, so giving. I want to devour you.” He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms tightly around her, and she clung to him fiercely.
“Take me,” she begged him. “Please, please take me now. I need you inside me.”
He thrust himself into her, and she cried his name, her fingers digging into her shoulders. He pushed her up against the wall of the hot tub as he pounded himself into her, giving her what she so desperately wanted. She couldn’t even remember what Marcy’s hands and mouth had felt like on her; all she knew was him. Her legs clamped around his waist like a vice, as if she could fuse the two of them together, and never, ever let go.
They came at the same moment, and their simultaneous climax was the most glorious thing she’d ever experienced. Their cries echoed off the walls as they trembled in each other’s arms, both of them in that spectacular place off the edge of pleasure and into ecstasy. She stayed there for a very long time before finally floating back down to reality.
“Thank you, Master,” she sighed dreamily, still cradling her into his arms.
He lifted his head. “You’re welcome. But I’m not done yet.”
“You’re not?” Pleasure hummed through her, and she realized she was already ready for another round. Would she always be this insatiable around him?
“We’ve still got six hours until the existing contract is up. I plan to take full advantage.”
Katherine giggled. “You know I’ll still be around afterwards, right?”
He smiled. “Yes. But I’ll take any excuse to hog you to myself that I can get. Why don’t we start with a movie?”
“We never end up finishing them,” she pointed out as she climbed out of the tub after him. “You always end up getting me on the floor.”
Mark grinned. “Exactly.”
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