Make Me Yours (3 page)

“Morgan,” Jack growled, wondering if she sounded like that when she came. “Last time we talked, you were making plans for your big wedding.” And he had gone on a two day binge that Marc had had to finally pull him out of.

Setting down her fork, Morgan sighed and looked up at him. Leaning against the counter with his muscular arms crossed and dark eyes assessing, she felt tears well up. Why couldn’t her mother have been as supportive and caring as Jack? Her betrayal had hurt more than Joel’s.

“The wedding’s off. I refuse to spend my life with a two timing jerk.”

Jack had always been over protective of Morgan, and the thought that this guy had dare to hurt her made him see red. She deserved better than that, someone who would love her unconditionally. “He cheated on you?” he asked, quelling the urge to take her in his arms. He was having enough trouble trying to keep from imagining how her breasts would fill his hands, how her nipples would harden in his mouth as he sucked and bit at those tempting pink buds. The last thing he needed was to feel that lush body pressed against him. His libido didn’t need any encouragement; it was raging out of control well enough on its own.

“Caught him red handed, fucking some skinny blonde in the same bed he had just fucked me in that morning.” Morgan shrugged and took another bite of lasagna before adding, “But that didn’t bother me near as much as mom’s dictate that I still marry him.”

Jack wasn’t surprised that her mother wasn’t supportive of her or indignant on her behalf. After all, why start now? If there were two people who should never have had a child, it was Kathleen and George Tomlinson. “And why would she want you to do that?” he asked, although he could guess. He was pretty sure the marriage had to have some benefit for her parents; otherwise they wouldn’t have given their blessing.

“Something about a merger and keeping both companies in the family. Since Joel and I are both only children, our parents thought the easiest and most fail proof way to do that would be for us to marry and have kids, thus keeping the company in both families. I ran home after leaving Joel’s and mom was there. When I told her the wedding was off, she said…”

Jack frowned when she bit her lip and looked away from him as if in shame. Over the years he had comforted her more than once when her mother or father had said or done something to hurt her feelings. If it hadn’t been for him and Agatha, she wouldn’t have had anyone looking out for her, nor had anyone to turn to when their callousness and indifference drove her to tears.

“Don’t tell me, let me guess. The bitch said you should be grateful he was willing to marry you. What was it this time? That you’re not pretty enough, skinny enough or smart enough to do any better?”

“Something like that,” she muttered.

The way her face reddened in shame made him want to hit something. “Damn it, Morgan, you know better than to listen to her bullshit. And you know better than to let her get to you so badly that you recklessly drive for what, two days, risking your life, just to get away from her.”

“But, you’ve always been the one I’ve run to, Jack. It’s not my fault you moved so far away. And, I didn’t know about the weather when I left ,” she answered defensively.

He narrowed his eyes at her and replied softly, “But you found out about the incoming storm before leaving , didn’t you? You had to have stopped for directions up here and I’m sure you were told it wouldn’t be safe for a day or two.”

She shrugged negligently again, as if her safety was of no consequence, which pissed him off more.

“I didn’t want to wait. Although, after what I saw downstairs, I now know why you’ve been so closed mouth about this place.”

The sparkle in her eyes and her impish grin were much preferable to the shame and sadness she had been showing. “Which is precisely why you shouldn’t be here. What am I supposed to do with you for the next few days? This group is booked through Monday and I won’t have time to baby sit you.”

Shoving her plate aside, Morgan hopped off the stool, placed her fists on her hips and glared at him. “In case you haven’t noticed, Jack, I haven’t needed a babysitter for quite some time. Something you would have noticed if you weren’t so fucking blind.”

Arching a dark brow at her language, he calmly stated, “You, Princess, have the uncanny ability to get yourself into trouble on a regular basis, so in that respect, I beg to differ. You do need a babysitter. But, you’re right. You’re all grown up now and it’s time you took responsibility for your actions. I need to get back downstairs. You are to stay up here. Pick one of the rooms on the right side of the hall. You can watch television or go to bed. I’ll be late as these parties tend to go on and then I have to see that everyone gets back to their cabins safely. We’ll talk again in the morning.”

As he moved past her, she asked with her usual candor, “Are you going to fuck that girl you were whipping?”

“Flogging, not whipping, and that, Princess, is none of your business.” Bending, he kissed her nose and strode quickly back downstairs before he grabbed her and showed her just how much he’d rather fuck her.

Striding back into the club, he spotted Marc, his best friend and business partner, strapping onto a padded bench. Perfect, he thought as he made his way to them while checking to make sure everyone was happy and things were running smoothly. Everyone here had been guests at the lodge before and were well aware of the strict rules they insisted on. A lot of abuse took place in BDSM clubs, and he and Marc prided themselves on providing this safe and sane getaway for those in the lifestyle.

The lodge offered a wide assortment of bondage equipment that was available to their guests during their stay and the club room offered a catered buffet, limited drinks and dancing with the evening parties. Fifteen cabins housed their guests year round and, other than the BDSM activities, Marc and he scheduled skiing and snow boarding in the winter as well as guided hiking tours, boating, fishing and horseback riding in the summer, accompanied by some outdoor bondage and sex games in the warmer months.

“Everything okay?” Marc asked when Jack reached their station.

“Yeah, for now. I’ll explain later. Right now I need to relieve a little frustration.”

“Then it’s a good thing I have here all prepped and ready for us, isn’t it?”

Jack grinned down at the pretty sub who watched them out of aroused, anxious eyes. Arms strapped at her sides, legs restrained with knees bent and spread wide and another strap across her hips to keep her completely immobile leaving her open and ready to be fucked at both ends.

“What’s your safe word, sweetie?” he asked her as he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.

“Flower, sir,” she moaned, trying to shove her breast further into his hand.

“Okay, but since your mouth is going to be filled with one of our cocks, simply hold up both your thumbs if we become too much for you.” Turning to Marc, he slowly lowered his zipper over his aching cock. “You got a preference?”

“I’ll take her mouth. You can get a little rougher with her pussy.” Marc gave him a knowing grin and moved to ’s head. Lowering the head rest, he gently eased her head back before releasing his own cock.

Jack sheathed himself in a condom and moved between ’s spread knees. This bench was the perfect height for this and one of his favorites. Running his fingers over ’s bare, damp folds, he wondered what Morgan’s pussy would look like without the soft brown curls covering it. Damn it, he had to quit thinking like that about her. He was her confidant, protector and friend. Nothing else, no matter how much she tempted him or how much she thought she wanted more from him. Morgan was too young, too naïve and innocent for what he would demand of her as his lover. And he wasn’t willing to risk losing their special bond by introducing her to his lifestyle only to find out it wasn’t for her.

Jack watched as Marc leaned over ’s face and lowered his cock into her eager mouth. His finger slid easily between her plump folds, her pussy clutching him tightly when he made to pull back. Whimpering, her mouth working Marc’s cock eagerly, she tried lifting her hips towards him. The telltale evidence that that frustration only added to her need was evident in the way her pussy dampened further, coating his fingers and dripping down to her anus.

“Are you ready for me, sweetie?” At her vigorous nod, which made Marc curse at the interruption, Jack shoved into her, burying himself balls deep with one thrust. Rubbing her quivering thighs he proceeded to pound into her, his lust too long denied for him to go slowly. Glancing up at Marc he nodded, and they both began moving inside her in tandem. moaned around the big cock in her mouth as her eyes glazed with her impending orgasm. Jack spread her labia, exposing her engorged clit. Pressing that red, needy bud down against his pummeling cock, she went off like a firecracker just as Marc released his seed down her throat.

Jack reached up and pinched her nipples as he drove into her once, twice, three more times before he let go, his climax ripping through his balls before exploding into her grasping sheath.

It took all of Morgan’s willpower not to reach between her thighs and stroke herself to climax as she watched Jack fuck the restrained girl on that bench. Crouched to the side of the bar, she remained unobserved as she spied the goings on throughout the large room. A different woman now hung suspended where she had first spotted Jack. Another woman was laying face down over a padded bench, her naked, reddened buttocks positioned higher than her shoulders. The man behind her gave her two more swats with a round paddle before releasing his cock and thrusting into the willing sub. If her shrieks were any indication, she had been more than ready to climax.

Between the pain and humiliation, Morgan couldn’t imagine getting turned on by being spanked. Yet, she couldn’t deny that watching the different sexual activities going on, most of which included some sort of punishment, had her pussy so wet she could feel her cream dripping down her thighs. When she finally spotted Jack, she had to bite her lip to keep from making any noise that would give away her position.

She wasn’t sure what had her blushing, her heart beating heavily and her palms sweaty. Jealous that he was fucking another woman or excitement at seeing how focused he was on her and her pleasure. She imagined it was her breasts he was cupping, her nipples he was pinching and her pussy he was pummeling with his big, hard cock.

Morgan had despaired of Jack ever seeing her as more than the neglected little girl he had befriended for years. His refusal to take things further after her graduation five years ago hurt, but it was the way he avoided inviting her to visit him here, at his lodge, since then that had driven her to accept Joel’s proposal. She knew Joel didn’t love her, that he was just doing what was expected of him, but at the time she didn’t much care. If she couldn’t have Jack, she didn’t care who she ended up with as long as she wasn’t alone. It wasn’t until she saw Joel with Cindy that she realized she’d rather be alone than live like her parents had for the next fifty years.

“Well, who do we have here?”

A hard hand grabbed her arm and hauled her up out of her hiding place. Morgan looked up into the amused face of a good looking man with black hair and brown eyes. “Let me go.” Struggling against his grip, she tried to free herself to no avail.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. Who’s your dom?”

“Uh? I don’t have…”

A grin split his dark face as he pulled her closer. “Then you need one. Come on, I’ll be happy to top you tonight.”

“Let her go, Jim. She’s with me.”

Morgan’s relief at Jack’s timely arrival was short lived when she looked up into his furious face. “Jack, I…”

“Quiet.” Pulling her to his side with a hard arm around her shoulders, he spoke to Jim. “Aren’t you here with Karen this weekend?”

“Yeah, I am. I thought I’d reward her for being such a good little sub lately with a threesome.” Nodding towards Morgan, he added, “She said she didn’t have a dom, so I assumed she was available.”

“She’s not. As a matter of fact, she’s not even supposed to be here.” Jack looked down at her with cold eyes. “And now she’ll be punished for disobeying my specific orders.”

As Jim walked away with a chuckle, Morgan tried to pull away from Jack. “Damn it, Jack, let me go. I’ll go back upstairs.” Panic started to set in as he grabbed her hand and hauled her over to a vacant sofa.

Sitting down, Jack held her hands tightly while he glared up at her. “I warned you, Princess. I told you the time would come when you were going to have to face the consequences of your actions.”

With a jerk, Morgan found herself face down over Jack’s hard thighs. She was still dressed in just his shirt, but she wasn’t even allowed that small amount of modesty. Cool air hit her buttocks as he flipped the shirt up, exposing her to the entire room of strangers. Mortified, she screamed and struggled against him to no avail. “Let me up, Jack! I promise I’ll stay upstairs, just let me go.”

Holding her in place with one arm across her shoulders, Jack swatted one buttock hard, raising a bright red print. “No, and the more you fight me, the worse it’ll be for you. Would you rather I strapped you down on one of the spanking benches?”

From what she had seen, the equipment was all at one end of the room, with lights on them and even more people milling about, watching. “No, don’t you dare!” Just the thought of having her big butt exposed that way brought tears to her eyes. “Please, Jack, don’t.”

Jack almost relented at the teary plea in her voice, but hardened his resolve. It was way past time the little princess grew up. “Ten, Morgan. And quit struggling or I’ll add to it.” He swatted her again, hard, raising a matching red imprint on the other cheek. She had a beautiful ass, soft and round, her pale skin blushed easily under his hand.

Morgan couldn’t stop from crying out at the next swat. Turning her head away so she couldn’t see the people walking by, smiling at her predicament, she fought tears as Jack smacked her again, and again. He wasn’t gentle and these were anything but erotic love taps, she thought as her ass burned with each blow, his hand large and hard as he covered every inch of her buttocks before moving to the top of her thighs. Which was why she was shocked when he finally stopped and rubbed her abused flesh softly, to realize she was wet and more than a little turned on. When his fingers lightly grazed her damp, swollen pussy, she couldn’t hold back a moan of need. The heat in her buttocks had quickly spread to her pussy, much to her embarrassment. When he flipped the shirt down, turned her over and cradled her in his lap, she buried her red face in his shoulder. She didn’t know what mortified her more, being spanked in front of people, or being turned on by both the pain and the humiliation.