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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.
    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.
    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