Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(56)

“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.#p#分页标题#e#

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.