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Her chest heaved as he trailed kisses down her abdomen, and her fingers curled into his thick locks when he took her with his mouth, his tongue sliding deep into her. When Marcy had done it to her she felt like she’d been riding on a razor’s edge, but Mark’s touch was a kind of balm, refreshing. She came four times beneath him, crying “Master!” each time, like a prayer.

“Now, we can’t let her have all the fun, Mark,” Marcy said, a slight pout in her voice. “I want some too.”

“I’m willing to share.”

“Good. I was getting tired of waiting.” Marcy’s footfalls came around to the front of the bed. “Let’s take this blindfold off you, sweetheart.” She tugged it free, and Katherine blinked, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit bedroom. Her eyes found Mark’s, who smiled at her as he rose up onto his knees, positioning himself between his legs. His cock was huge and hard, his pre cum glistening on the tip.

“He’s going to fuck you now,” Marcy said, “but while he’s inside you, you’re going to please me.” Katherine was suddenly confronted with a glistening, perfectly-shaved pussy as Marcy straddled her face. At the same time she felt the head of Mark’s cock probe her gently, encouragingly. Hesitantly, Katherine wrapped her fingers around Marcy’s silky, toned thighs and ran her tongue along her inner folds. She was rewarded with a throaty moan, and gave one of her own when Mark pushed himself fully into her.

“Yes,” Marcy hissed as Katherine grew bolder with her tongue. She found Marcy’s clit and began sucking gently. “Oh God Mark, she’s good. Yes! Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue!” Her moans grew louder, and then Katherine heard Mark kissing her, but she forgot to be jealous. Marcy’s obvious pleasure made her feel strong, powerful, and gave her a heady rush of pleasure of her own. When Marcy finally came, her juices flowing into Katherine’s mouth, it was enough, combined with Mark pounding into her, to push her over the edge herself in a glorious explosion of ecstasy.

“I would love to stay,” Marcy said when it was over, “but I have to fly out to England tomorrow. I’ll be back in a few days if you would like to meet again.”

“I’ll let you know,” Mark promised, and he gave Marcy a slow, long, steamy kiss that had Katherine’s blood boiling. “Good night, Marcy.”

He showed her out, then came to sit on the bed beside Katherine. “You know I love the look in your eyes when you’re jealous,” he teased her.

Katherine blinked. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, Master.”

He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “That was the whole reason I kept doing it. The way it makes a man feel to know a woman is territorial over him… you will understand someday, though I hope it isn’t any time soon.”

“Why not, Master?”

“Because the unlucky man to set eyes on you like that is going to end up in a world of hurt.” His expression told her he was deadly serious, and it sent a very feminine thrill through her. “Now, enough talk for now,” he murmured, pushing her back onto the bed. “Marcy might have been done for tonight, but I’m not.”

He covered her mouth with his, and there was no more talk that night.



*



The next three days were challenging but very rewarding. Mark kept her on her toes, pushing her to the limit in many cases both in and outside of the bedroom. Some of the challenges she’d had to face had sorely tested her—at one point he’d made her kneel naked in front of the front door for three hours while she waited for him to come home—but he always rewarded her beyond her wildest imaginings for doing as he asked. She was determined to prove her devotion to him.

On the fourth day of her contract, she slept in until nearly noon—Mark had kept her up very late the past two nights. She stretched her arms overhead, her body pleasantly sore from the night’s activities, then got out of bed and strolled to the mirror to admire the new marks he’d given her last night. There was a dark bruise right above her collarbone, vaguely shaped like a heart that made her grin. She fingered it gently, remembering the stinging bite of his teeth there as he’d moved inside her.

With a contented sigh, she climbed into the shower and turned on the jets. The hot spray pounded her sore muscles from all sides, and she quickly lost herself to the sheer pleasure of a hot, steamy shower. Living with Mark came with all kinds of perks and pleasures bordering on hedonistic at times. Her little apartment certainly hadn’t come with such a fantastic shower.

She was just about finished soaping herself up when the shower door slid open. Before she had a chance to turn around, Mark was pulling her back against his chest and cupping her breasts in his big hands. She moaned when he gently pinched her nipples, rolling the turgid buds between his fingers.