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no reason to bring her to a social function
otherwise. At least as his assistant she had a reason for being there with him.
“Katherine, this is Emily Sandoval. She is the Chairman of the Board.”
    “Very nice to meet you.” Katherine held
out her hand and exchanged a firm handshake with the woman.
    “Likewise.” Emily turned back to Mark.
“So you finally got rid of that greasy stick, did you?”
    “Fred is still around,” Mark said as
Katherine’s lips twitched. “Katherine assists me in… other capacities.”
    Katherine’s eyes dropped to her plate as
she suddenly became very interested in her meal—she knew she would blush
if Emily met her eyes. Thankfully the woman was content to converse with Mark,
and paid Katherine no mind. She was just beginning to relax again, having
finished a second glass of champagne and a good portion of the food on her
plate, when Mark’s fingers gently slid up the hem of her dress, fingers gliding
along her inner thigh. Breath caught in her throat, she glanced over at him,
but his attention was firmly fixed on Emily.
    Wondering if she was imagining things,
she dared a glance beneath the table, and saw his fingers curled around her leg
for an instant before his grip tightened subtly. His eyes were still fixed on
Emily as he conversed with her and other board members at the table, but the
message was clear; he didn’t want her drawing attention to herself, or what he
was doing with her.
    “So how is it that you’ve come to work
for Mark, Katherine?” one of the other board members, a man in his forties leaned
in to ask her.
    “Oh! I… uh…” the pad of his thumb began
massaging the inside of her leg in slow circles, and she had to fight to
marshal her thoughts as the man led her into a conversation. It was everything
she could do to keep her voice steady, and though she considered slapping at
his hand or kicking him underneath the table, she had the feeling that would
violate the rules of the game.
    Eventually they had a moment of silence
in which no one was talking with them, and she leaned over to whisper in Mark’s
ear. “You’re tormenting me.”
    “Just a taste of what’s to come,
darling,” he murmured back.
    She stiffened as the vibrator hummed
against her clit, and at the same time the lights dimmed and Emily ascended to
the podium to make her opening speech for the fundraiser. Chuckling, Mark
stroked her back briefly as everyone clapped—Katherine would have joined
in but her hands were gripping the sides of the chair for dear life.
    “Remember,” he whispered wickedly in her
ear, “you can’t come unless I say so.”
    The fundraising dinner lasted an hour and
a half, and it was the longest hour and a half she’d ever lived through. Mark
didn’t keep the vibrator on the entire time, but would turn it on and off at
random intervals, keeping her on her toes so that she never knew when it was
going to hit her. Sometimes it was when someone was talking up on the podium
and no one was paying attention to her; other times it was when someone was
talking to her, or even when she was mid-sentence—those were the most
mortifying. By the end of the fundraiser she was in a state of such heightened
need she could barely walk, and clung to Mark’s arm for dear life as he
escorted her out and into the limo.
    “Please, Master,” she told him once they
were safely inside and the car was moving. “I can’t take this anymore.”
    He only smiled and crooked a finger,
beckoning to her. “Come and sit in my lap.”
    She scrambled to obey, and he positioned
her so that she was straddling his lap. His erection pressed right up against
her panties, and she whimpered.
    “Uh-uh.” He gripped her hips tightly when
she began rubbing herself against him, forcing her to stop. “if you do that,
you’re going to come. I didn’t say you could come yet.”
    “When will you let me?” she asked
breathlessly. “Please, I want to.”
    “I know.” He framed her face with