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“Good morning, Master,” she managed breathlessly. He’d only been gone maybe two hours, so she hadn’t expected him to be home. But he loved to surprise her; he would come home at any hour of the day just to make love to her.

“Good morning.” He nibbled on her earlobe. “I thought you would have been at the door to greet me, but I forgot how much I’d tired you out. Did you sleep well?”

“Very well, Master.” She arched her back when he bit down on the hickey he’d left the night before. His erection rubbed insistently against her slippery bottom, inflaming her need. He was so close to being inside her…

“Good. Because I’m feeling insatiable right now.”#p#分页标题#e#

He slid two fingers inside her, and she clenched instantly around him with a small cry. Stabs of pleasure shook her as he pleasured her with his hand, and it wasn’t long before she crested into a climax. Then he was pressing her flush against the cold tile as he pushed inside her, filling her so completely that she came instantly, right on the heels of her last orgasm. Her screams echoed off the tile as he pounded into her, and her knees threatened to give out beneath her. He came violently, his arms banding tightly around her as he called her name, and she was filled with such a sense of love and acceptance she wished they could stay there forever.

Afterward he carried her out of the bath and into the bed, where they stayed until well after noon.



*

Katherine was making dinner when the doorbell rang. Surprised, she looked down at the silk-button down shirt she was wearing and wondered if she should put on some pants before she answered it. The terms of her contract stated that when at home she was to wear one of her master’s shirts and nothing else unless he specified, though, and there was no guarantee it wouldn’t be him outside the door, testing her to see if she followed instructions.

But then, he also hadn’t told her he was expecting anyone. Who could it possibly be?

Quietly, she tiptoed across the lobby and looked through the peephole installed in the big oak door. Her heart pounded hard when she saw Marcy standing outside, dressed in a trench coat and heels, a briefcase held in one hand. She tossed a flirtatious smile at the peephole, as if she knew Katherine was standing behind it at this very moment. What was she doing here? Mark hadn’t told her Marcy was coming over. But she knew the woman, and imagined that it would be rude to leave her waiting outside. Mark would want Katherine to be hospitable.

Sucking in a breath, she opened the door. “Good afternoon, Marcy.”

“Good afternoon.” Marcy didn’t wait to be invited inside, but stepped straight up, and Katherine was forced to step aside so that her bare feet wouldn’t get skewered by Marcy’s stilettos. “I see you’re still under contract?”

“Today is the last day.” Katherine swallowed at the gleam in the other woman’s eyes. “Marcy, what are you doing here?”

“I came to play with you.” Marcy unbuttoned the trench coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing the siren-red lingerie beneath. Katherine sucked in a sharp breath at the incredibly erotic vision before her, even as alarm bells began sounding off in her head. “You look so delicious in that shirt.” She grabbed a fistful of silk and dragged Katherine close. “No wonder Mark makes you wear them.”

“I-I don’t think this is a good idea…”

“Why not, darling?” Marcy licked her cheek. “Mark has already made it clear he doesn’t mind sharing you with me. You wouldn’t want to disappoint him by refusing me, would you?”

“Well, no, but he’s not here, and he didn’t say I could…”

“Hush.” Marcy pressed her lips against Katherine’s, effectively silencing her. When she pulled back, her face was flushed, her breathing rapid. “You’re right, Mark isn’t here right now. And that makes me in charge. Which means I’m your mistress. And as your mistress, I command you to kneel. Right now.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Wide-eyed, Katherine went to her knees. She bit her bottom lips worriedly as she watched Marcy open her briefcase, wondering what to do. Something about this just didn’t seem right. But Marcy was Mark’s friend, and she wouldn’t do anything to betray him. She was probably right, and they weren’t doing anything wrong.

Marcy pulled out a strap-on and belted it on, then turned back to Katherine. “Suck my cock,” she demanded, wrapping Katherine’s hair around her fist. “Like you would if Mark was standing over you.”

Katherine stared at the plastic dildo for a moment, wondering what pleasure Marcy could possibly get out of this, but she didn’t dare argue. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she took it into her mouth slowly, getting used to the strange texture. She kept her eyes on Marcy the whole time, the way she did with Mark, who watched her avariciously.