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
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
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