by Julia Kent
Mark was up already, standing buck-naked in front of his wardrobe as he decided what to wear. The early morning light glinted off his black hair, which she knew from running her fingers through it was thick and wavy and sinful. Definition was carved into every muscle of his powerfully built body; his broad back flexed as he rifled through his shirts, his ass and thigh muscles rippled as he shoved his legs through a pair of slacks that cost more than she made in six months. It always made her incredibly hot at work to know that he wore nothing beneath them.
He turned, then, and his eyes, the color of black coffee, met hers with that intensity that always took her breath away. A lazy, predatory smile curved his lips as he strolled toward her with that slow, rolling gait that made her think of a panther prowling his domain. The bed creaked under his weight as he settled on the edge of the bed, his big hand cupping the side of her face.
“You sleep in too late,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips gently against hers.
“You get up too early,” she countered sleepily, but she stretched her arms overhead as she sat up, letting the sheet fall to her waist. Mark’s eyes latched hungrily onto her nipples, which were pinker and slightly enlarged from last night’s activities. Lowering his head, he tongued one of them, and she sucked in a sharp breath—they were still sore.
“We can’t afford to be late today,” he said with a regretful sigh as he pulled back. “Ride with me this morning. We have things to discuss.”
Puzzled, Katherine showered and dressed quickly, then grabbed a bagel and some fruit from the kitchen before sliding into the passenger’s seat of Mark’s silver Mercedes. He was silent for several minutes, and she took the opportunity to eat her bagel. She was licking crumbs off her fingers when he finally spoke.
“I imagine that you haven’t bothered to check, but you have vacation time coming up next week.”
“I do?” Katherine frowned as she pulled out her organizer and flipped through the book. “Oh. Yes, you’re right. Do you need me to postpone it?”
“That would be against company policy,” he said dryly, “and I’ve already broken more than once company policy with you.”
Katherine only grinned. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take a vacation then. Although now I need to figure out where I’m going to go.”
“Actually, I was hoping you might stay.”
Katherine blinked. “But I thought you said I had to take a vacation?”
“You do. But that doesn’t mean you have to leave.”
“What would I do here?” she asked, frowning. “I know that right now you can’t afford to take time off yourself, so it’s not as if you would be with me.”
He smiled. “I was thinking it would be the perfect time to try out a contract.”
“A contract?”
The smile turned wicked. “It’s an agreement between a Master and a Slave, in which the Slave freely gives herself in every aspect to her Master. It would be a very specific contract, outlining exactly what is expected of both parties, and for how long, but basically for a week you would be mine to do whatever I choose with, and completely devoted to my pleasure.”
The car was silent for a moment as Katherine thought, though she wondered briefly whether or not Mark could hear the pounding of her pulse, which had skyrocketed. This contract thing sounded like a big step. As it was, even though she obeyed Mark in all things within the confines of the bedroom (or the office, or the closet, or wherever they might be when he decided he wanted her), she was still allowed to be herself in all other ways. But if she agreed to this, she would have to acquiesce to every whim and desire of his for an entire week. Her life would be not her own, but his.
“It will change your life, Katherine,” Mark said softly, “but I don’t think you’ll regret it in the least. Unless you don’t trust me as your Master?”
“Oh, but I do,” she said quickly, not wanting him to think otherwise. And because it was true, she chided herself for her fears. Mark had never given her reason not to trust him; he had been patient with her, teaching her and giving her guidance as she explored her new role as a submissive.
“Good. We’ll draw up the contract tonight, then.”
*
The rest of the week was filled with the torture of anticipation. Katherine and Mark sat down and drew up the contract, which was scheduled to start on Saturday, and end the following Sunday. She still couldn’t quite believe she’d done it; had signed her name on the bottom of a piece of paper that stated she willingly gave her body and mind to Mark for eight days, to do with whatever he liked. Her hands trembled a little whenever she thought of it; not only could he use her body whenever and wherever he pleased, but she had also given him permission to let others use her as well, as long as they did not go beyond certain limits. He’d never introduced the idea to her before, and she wasn’t at all certain what to expect.
When she awoke on Saturday morning, she found herself alone in Mark’s big bed. Sitting up, she saw a package waiting for her at the foot of the bed with an envelope sitting atop it. Carefully, she slit open the envelope and read the letter, then opened the box. Inside was a studded leather collar, wrist restraints, a sheer black teddy, and a clip-on vibrator, all of which she was expected to wear at all times when Mark was in the house.
Rising, she showered and changed into her new slave outfit, then went downstairs to the breakfast room. Mark was already seated at the table, which was laden with eggs, bacon, pancakes and other mouthwatering breakfast foods. He lowered the newspaper and met her eyes with a smile.
“Good morning, Katherine.”
“Good morning, Master.” She sat down not at the chair opposite him, but at his feet, kneeling obediently. The tile was cool beneath her knees, and Mark took his time, lingering over his newspaper, but she did not complain. Finally she heard the clatter of cutlery and ceramic, and a plate was handed down to her.
“Please sit,” he told her.
They ate in silence; the only sound the scraping of cutlery against plates. Then suddenly, Mark seized her by the hair and pulled her underneath the table. His pants were unfastened, his cock standing at attention. Katherine didn’t say a word; she wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and took him into her mouth. His hair remained wrapped around his fist as she deep-throated him, and he fucked her mouth hard, nearly gagging her. When he came she swallowed it all, then as soon as he released her she pushed back and gasped for air.
“Breakfast is over. You may get up.”
Slowly, Katherine crawled out from underneath the table, and then straightened. She clasped her hands in front of her and waited for her Master’s next command.
“Go to the living room and sit on the sofa. Wait for me there.”
She did as he asked, perching on the edge of the cushions. She debated turning on the television as he hadn’t said she couldn’t, but she didn’t want to push her boundaries so she left the remote on the coffee table untouched. Her fingers twined together in her lap as she wondered what he had planned.
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.
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.”
“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 naug
hty 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.”
“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.
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.