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The five minutes she spent waiting for the popcorn were some of the
most torturous in her life. She wanted to come so badly, but Mark hadn’t given
her permission, so she forced herself to grip the counter and keep her legs
loose so as not to heighten the friction. By the time she made it back to the
living room, her entire body was trembling with need.

Mark looked up, but only gave her a polite smile as he took the bowl
from her. “Thank you, Katherine. You may sit down next to me again.”

She sat, and the vibrator stopped instantly, leaving her wet and aching
and edgy. The rugby match continued on for another half an hour, and she had to
fight not to squirm, not to massage her nipples or reach between her legs and
get rid of the ache there.

Afterward they had lunch, where she knelt by his feet and ate. They
finished off with another blowjob, and then he told her to go upstairs and get
dressed to go out.

Katherine picked a formfitting blue dress with black heels, and met
him downstairs. He nodded his approval, then took her by the arm and helped her
into the car.

“Where are we going, Master?”

“To see a play.”

They sat in a private box near the top of the theater. It wasn’t the
first play that Katherine had been to with him, and she therefore knew that all
spy glasses would be trained their way during intermissions, and even likely
during the play for those who came to see and be seen rather than watch the
actual performance. The play was called The Tempest, and Katherine was sucked
into the story well enough that she was able to relax and forget her sexual
frustration… mostly. Every once in a while Mark would reach out to touch her
arm, or stroke a finger down the side of her neck, and he would inflame her all
over again.

During the intermission, Mark took her out to the lobby, where canapés
and flutes of champagne were being served. As Katherine sipped delicately from
a glass, a stunning redhead sashayed up to them, her statuesque form poured
into a sheath gown with high slits that matched her hair. Her cat-green eyes
boldly caressed not just Mark, but Katherine as well, who flushed from
head-to-toe. No woman had ever sent her such a blatantly lustful look in her
life.

“Mark, darling,” she purred, placing a French-manicured hand on her
Master’s broad shoulder. Then she leaned forward, and right in front of God and
everyone planted a hot, steamy kiss on his lips that sent Katherine’s blood
boiling. Who did this Jessica Rabbit lookalike think she was? But the kiss was
over quickly enough, and the woman turned that scorching look back on Katherine
again. “You didn’t tell me she was so adorable.

Katherine’s mouth went dry at the glint in Mark’s eye as he turned to
make introductions. “Katherine, this is Marcy O’Donnell, an old acquaintance of
mine. Marcy, this is Katherine.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Katherine held out a hand, and a little shiver
went down her spine when Marcy grasped it. Her handshake was almost like a
caress, the pads of her fingers unbelievably soft. What would those fingers
feel like on her bare skin…?

Her eyes suddenly snapped to Mark’s, and she blushed, mortified. What
kind of slut was she? She was only two days into this contract, and not only
was she starting to fantasize about someone else, but another woman. Expecting
to see anger in his dark eyes, she blinked when instead they gleamed with
avarice. She swallowed hard. So this was the person he meant to share her with?
She turned her eyes back to Marcy and smiled, smoothing away any nerves showing
on her face. If it had been another man she would have been very uncomfortable.
But another woman? She could handle that.

Her sudden boost of confidence must have shown in her eyes, because
Marcy gave her a knowing look. “Mark, do you mind if your wife accompanies me
to the ladies room for a minute? I need to freshen up, and I could use some company.”

“Certainly. Just don’t keep her away too long.”

Marcy winked as she slid an arm around Katherine’s waist. “We’ll be
back before you know it.”

Katherine’s heart began to pound as Marcy steered her to the ladies
room—the woman’s curves were intimately pressed against her own, and the
hand resting on Katherine’s hip squeezed just a little too firmly to be simply
companionable. Though Mark hadn’t said anything out loud, she knew she’d been
given into Marcy’s care, and that from now until the moment she was handed back
to Mark, Marcy was her mistress.

“So, Marcy, what do you do for a living?” Katherine asked, trying to
make small talk.

“I own a women’s corporate fashion line,” Marcy replied, her glittering
eyes on Katherine’s face. “You should stop by my office some time. I have some
designs I think would look fabulous on you.”

They entered the restroom, which resembled nothing so much as an oasis,
with profusions of tropical flowers, and pink and gold marble tile everywhere.
There were plenty of women already in the bathroom, most lined up in front of
the sink mirrors as they freshened up, and a few heads swiveled briefly in
their direction. But rather than head to one of the mirrors as Katherine
expected, Marcy pulled her into one of the bathroom stalls instead.

“What—” Katherine began, wondering wildly if anyone had seen
them, but Marcy grabbed a fistful of hair and crushed her lips to Katherine’s
before she could finish the question. It was no peck on the lips, but a carnal
kiss, full of nipping teeth and snaking tongue, and Katherine was quickly
overwhelmed. The scent of her light perfume, the taste of cherries on her lips
and shock of nails down her back sent shockingly fierce, animalistic lust
pounding through her body.

“This is just a taste of what’s to come tonight,” Marcy whispered in
her ear after she’d torn her lips away. She tweaked Katherine’s nipples through
her dress, then kneaded her breasts. “I can’t wait to get you out of this dress
and onto your knees.” She pushed the skirt of Katherine’s dress up around her
hips, then slid her hand between her legs. “Oh you are so delightfully wet. I
want to taste you, but we don’t have time.”

Katherine trembled as Marcy slid two fingers inside her pussy, and bit
her lower lip to hold back a moan. She gripped the handrail for dear life when
she added a third. Never had she experienced anything so erotic as being finger
fucked in a bathroom stall. She felt as though Marcy’s scorching gaze would
melt her alive. Her entire body burned as she bucked her hips, urging her on,
and just as she came Marcy kissed her so that she could scream her pleasure
into the other woman’s mouth.

When Marcy and Katherine returned to the lobby, Katherine still wasn’t
quite sure her legs were steady. “We had a lovely chat,” Marcy told Mark as she
handed Katherine back to him. “She is going to come by my building soon for a
fitting.”

“I’m sure you two will have fun.” Mark’s eyes lingered on Katherine’s
swollen lips and slightly flushed cheeks, and a slow, devastating smile spread
across his face, making her knees weak all over again. She’d freshened up as
best she could, but there were certain things you just couldn’t hide. “It’s
time to return to our box now, but would you care to join us at my home for a
drink afterward?”

“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.