Dark Desires (9 page)

“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.

“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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