Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(54)
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.#p#分页标题#e#
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 formfitting 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.”