“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.”