“This is Katherine, my assistant,” Mark told her, and Katherine had to fight to keep her eyebrows from rising. She supposed it would be rather awkward for Mark to introduce her as his receptionist, since he would have no reason to bring her to a social function otherwise. At least as his assistant she had a reason for being there with him. “Katherine, this is Emily Sandoval. She is the Chairman of the Board.”
“Very nice to meet you.” Katherine held out her hand and exchanged a firm handshake with the woman.
“Likewise.” Emily turned back to Mark. “So you finally got rid of that greasy stick, did you?”
“Fred is still around,” Mark said as Katherine’s lips twitched. “Katherine assists me in… other capacities.”
Katherine’s eyes dropped to her plate as she suddenly became very interested in her meal—she knew she would blush if Emily met her eyes. Thankfully the woman was content to converse with Mark, and paid Katherine no mind. She was just beginning to relax again, having finished a second glass of champagne and a good portion of the food on her plate, when Mark’s fingers gently slid up the hem of her dress, fingers gliding along her inner thigh. Breath caught in her throat, she glanced over at him, but his attention was firmly fixed on Emily.
Wondering if she was imagining things, she dared a glance beneath the table, and saw his fingers curled around her leg for an instant before his grip tightened subtly. His eyes were still fixed on Emily as he conversed with her and other board members at the table, but the message was clear; he didn’t want her drawing attention to herself, or what he was doing with her.
“So how is it that you’ve come to work for Mark, Katherine?” one of the other board members, a man in his forties leaned in to ask her.
“Oh! I… uh…” the pad of his thumb began massaging the inside of her leg in slow circles, and she had to fight to marshal her thoughts as the man led her into a conversation. It was everything she could do to keep her voice steady, and though she considered slapping at his hand or kicking him underneath the table, she had the feeling that would violate the rules of the game.
Eventually they had a moment of silence in which no one was talking with them, and she leaned over to whisper in Mark’s ear. “You’re tormenting me.”
“Just a taste of what’s to come, darling,” he murmured back.
She stiffened as the vibrator hummed against her clit, and at the same time the lights dimmed and Emily ascended to the podium to make her opening speech for the fundraiser. Chuckling, Mark stroked her back briefly as everyone clapped—Katherine would have joined in but her hands were gripping the sides of the chair for dear life.
“Remember,” he whispered wickedly in her ear, “you can’t come unless I say so.”
The fundraising dinner lasted an hour and a half, and it was the longest hour and a half she’d ever lived through. Mark didn’t keep the vibrator on the entire time, but would turn it on and off at random intervals, keeping her on her toes so that she never knew when it was going to hit her. Sometimes it was when someone was talking up on the podium and no one was paying attention to her; other times it was when someone was talking to her, or even when she was mid-sentence—those were the most mortifying. By the end of the fundraiser she was in a state of such heightened need she could barely walk, and clung to Mark’s arm for dear life as he escorted her out and into the limo.
“Please, Master,” she told him once they were safely inside and the car was moving. “I can’t take this anymore.”
He only smiled and crooked a finger, beckoning to her. “Come and sit in my lap.”
She scrambled to obey, and he positioned her so that she was straddling his lap. His erection pressed right up against her panties, and she whimpered.
“Uh-uh.” He gripped her hips tightly when she began rubbing herself against him, forcing her to stop. “if you do that, you’re going to come. I didn’t say you could come yet.”
“When will you let me?” she asked breathlessly. “Please, I want to.”
“I know.” He framed her face with his big hands so that she was staring up into his deep brown eyes. They were darkly seductive, beckoning with hot promise, and they filled her vision so that she felt as though she were drowning in them. His thumb stroked her lower lip gently. “But I haven’t kissed you yet, Katherine. I haven’t tasted that luscious mouth of yours.”#p#分页标题#e#
Katherine blinked. “You haven’t.” She’d not dwelled on it, but now that he mentioned it seemed absurd. She’d shown him the most private areas of her body, allowed him to touch her, and he’d never even kissed her. Her heart pounded as he angled her head properly, then pressed his lips firmly against hers. He seduced with soft, tender kisses, tiny nips that sent shivers down her spine, and strokes of his tongue that had her opening her mouth willingly. He slid his tongue in and out, rubbing it against her own tongue and the roof of her mouth, and the motion was overtly sexual, mimicking the act. He nipped her tongue between his teeth and sucked on it, enticing a moan from her.