Dark Desires (7 page)

“It will change your life, Katherine,”
Mark said softly, “but I don’t think you’ll regret it in the least. Unless you
don’t trust me as your Master?”

“Oh, but I do,” she said quickly, not
wanting him to think otherwise. And because it was true, she chided herself for
her fears. Mark had never given her reason not to trust him; he had been
patient with her, teaching her and giving her guidance as she explored her new
role as a submissive.

“Good. We’ll draw up the contract
tonight, then.”

* * *

The rest of the week was filled with the
torture of anticipation. Katherine and Mark sat down and drew up the contract,
which was scheduled to start on Saturday, and end the following Sunday. She
still couldn’t quite believe she’d done it; had signed her name on the bottom
of a piece of paper that stated she willingly gave her body and mind to Mark
for eight days, to do with whatever he liked. Her hands trembled a little
whenever she thought of it; not only could he use her body whenever and
wherever he pleased, but she had also given him permission to let others use
her as well, as long as they did not go beyond certain limits. He’d never
introduced the idea to her before, and she wasn’t at all certain what to
expect.

When she awoke on Saturday morning, she
found herself alone in Mark’s big bed. Sitting up, she saw a package waiting
for her at the foot of the bed with an envelope sitting atop it. Carefully, she
slit open the envelope and read the letter, then opened the box. Inside was a
studded leather collar, wrist restraints, a sheer black teddy, and a clip-on
vibrator, all of which she was expected to wear at all times when Mark was in
the house.

Rising, she showered and changed into her
new slave outfit, then went downstairs to the breakfast room. Mark was already
seated at the table, which was laden with eggs, bacon, pancakes and other
mouthwatering breakfast foods. He lowered the newspaper and met her eyes with a
smile.

“Good morning, Katherine.”

“Good morning, Master.” She sat down not
at the chair opposite him, but at his feet, kneeling obediently. The tile was cool
beneath her knees, and Mark took his time, lingering over his newspaper, but
she did not complain. Finally she heard the clatter of cutlery and ceramic, and
a plate was handed down to her.

“Please sit,” he told her.

They ate in silence; the only sound the
scraping of cutlery against plates. Then suddenly, Mark seized her by the hair
and pulled her underneath the table. His pants were unfastened, his cock
standing at attention. Katherine didn’t say a word; she wrapped her hands
around the base of his shaft and took him into her mouth. His hair remained
wrapped around his fist as she deep-throated him, and he fucked her mouth hard,
nearly gagging her. When he came she swallowed it all, then as soon as he
released her she pushed back and gasped for air.

“Breakfast is over. You may get up.”

Slowly, Katherine crawled out from
underneath the table, and then straightened. She clasped her hands in front of
her and waited for her Master’s next command.

“Go to the living room and sit on the
sofa. Wait for me there.”

She did as he asked, perching on the edge
of the cushions. She debated turning on the television as he hadn’t said she
couldn’t, but she didn’t want to push her boundaries so she left the remote on
the coffee table untouched. Her fingers twined together in her lap as she
wondered what he had planned.

A few moments later he strolled in and
joined her on the couch. Scooping up the remote, he turned the television on
and flipped to a rugby match. Katherine frowned a little, but said nothing as
he wrapped an arm around her and drew her up against him. They sat in silence
watching the match for nearly twenty minutes, her frustration growing with each
passing second. Here she was, sitting in skimpy lingerie, at his beck and call,
and he was watching TV?

“Go and get me some popcorn,” he
commanded, his eyes still following the match.

Katherine fought to keep her voice
modulated. “Yes, Master.”

She was halfway to the kitchen when the
vibrator between her legs came to life, shooting debilitating need through her.
“I expect you back here in seven minutes,” he called from the living room as
she bit back a moan. Bracing a hand on the wall, she forced herself into the
kitchen even though her legs wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor. Her
hands trembled as she pushed the buttons on the microwave, and she had to enter
the time in twice.

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 form-fitting 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.”