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“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 have
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
trembling, 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.”

“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.