Dark Desires (8 page)

“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 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.”