Make Me Yours (8 page)

Jack had always encouraged her art and had bought her several art kits and supplies over the years. Her apartment held some of her paintings and she had sketch pads filled with drawings she’d always promised herself she’d paint someday. Life would be perfect if she could remain up here with Jack spending her days drawing and painting and fucking. She just had to prove to him how much she wanted him and convince him to let her stay.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

Morgan turned from warming herself by the large outdoor wood stove to smile up at Jack. His brown eyes were warm and his dark blond hair shone brightly in the sun accentuating the contrast with his dark beard. “Yes,” she answered referring to the scene below them of a deep tree covered valley. “It makes me want to draw again.”

Jack frowned down at her. “Tell me you haven’t given up on your art. I’ve asked you several times if you were still drawing and you assured me you were.”

“When I have time, I play with it. But I’ve never pursued it seriously, you know that. I have to make a living, and painting isn’t going to pay the bills. Just because my parents have money, doesn’t mean they’re going to support me.”

“No, and you wouldn’t want them to. But that doesn’t mean you can’t pursue a career in art or look for a position in that field.”

Morgan smiled mockingly. “Can you imagine mother’s reaction if I told her I was going to teach art classes? She’d die of embarrassment right after she disowned me.”

Jack just shrugged as if her mother’s opinion was of no consequence. “So what. Let her disown you. At least you’d be doing something you want to do instead of what they want you to do. You broke off your engagement. You don’t have any attachments or obligations to keep you from pursuing another career, this time one of your choosing.”

Just the thought of someday being able to quit her job at her father’s company and be able to spend her time doing what she loved gave her a heady feeling. “You really think I’m good enough to teach or sell my work?”

For twenty years Jack had been trying to bolster Morgan’s self confidence, trying to undo and countermand the damage her negative, indifferent parents had wrought on their daughter. Sometimes he wondered if he was fighting a losing battle. In the past five years, ever since her college graduation, he had made sure his contact with Morgan was kept long distance. Phone calls and email was all they had shared in his attempt to give her a chance to find her own way, attain her own goals and grow as an independent, self assured woman. He could see now that not helping her get out from under her parent’s control was a mistake. As long as she was around them, she’d never build up enough confidence in herself to challenge herself.

“I wouldn’t have encouraged you all these years if I didn’t think you had potential to be successful, Princess. Come on, let’s get a hot chocolate then I want to take you for a spin on one of the Cats. You’ll love it.”

Jack led her into the small courtesy building which held the restrooms and a small kitchen stocked with hot drinks and snacks. The caterer they used for the lodge kept this place supplied with refreshments as well and he had been relieved to find they had made it up here this morning after the storm yesterday. Along with coffee, tea and hot chocolate, there were sandwiches, a huge pot of steaming hot chicken noodle soup and several different kinds of cookies.

After finishing their hot drinks and soup, Jack led her back outside and over to a big garage where they housed the snowmobiles. There was only one two seater not being used and he helped her onto the back seat before straddling the front. “Hold onto me, Morgan. We’ll start slow until you get used to it. When I turn, lean into the turn. Got it?”

“Got it.” Morgan grabbed Jack around his waist and was grateful for his big body as he started up the Cat and they left the garage. Once out in the open, Jack picked up speed, hollered,” Hold on!” and let the machine fly. Morgan screeched as the cold air whipped around them, making her snuggle closer against Jack’s back. When she felt the vibrations start up again in her pussy, she welcomed the distraction.

Jack cast a swift look behind him, asking, “More?”

Morgan could only nod her head as the feel of the snowmobile underneath her, and Jack’s hard body in front of her added to the stimulating pulses filling her pussy. As Jack guided them smoothly over small slopes, around trees and across the snow covered ground, the small vibrator picked up speed and intensity and quickly threw her into a maelstrom of sensations. Rubbing her crotch against the seat and as close to Jack as possible, she was soon screaming out a climax that drove away the cold and left her shaken. She was still in the throes of ecstasy and enjoying the small aftershocks of coming completing apart when he slowed down and brought them back to the garage.

Morgan could barely stand when Jack helped her off and his knowing smirk didn’t help matters. “I swear, Jack, I’ve come more in the last twenty four hours than I have in the last ten years. Had I known about all these little tricks you like to practice, I would’ve shown up on your doorstep ages ago.”

Jack pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply before saying, “There’s more, Princess, if you’re brave enough and trust me to take care of you.”

“I’ve always trusted you, Jack.”

Chapter Five

Morgan sat in front of the floor to ceiling windows in Jack and Marc’s loft, her sketch pad in her lap and her eyes on the pristine view in front of her. For as far as she could see there was nothing but snow covered mountains and trees blanketed by blue sky. Dressed again in one of Jack’s shirts and a pair of his socks, kept warm by the blazing fire Jack had started when they returned from the slopes, she was more relaxed and content than she ever remembered feeling. She didn’t know how much credit went to being away from Chicago, Joel and her parent’s expectations of her or to simply being with Jack again and finally having her dream of crossing the bridge from just friends to lovers realized. Either way, she would bask in this feeling for as long as it lasted.

Thus far, Jack seemed happy to have her around and pleased with her sexual responses. Now, if only she knew how to keep him that way. Twenty four hours in his presence, less than that since they had become lovers, and already she couldn’t imagine returning to her staid existence and the bland sex she had experienced. If this didn’t work out with Jack, she didn’t know what she’d do. She couldn’t imagine willingly lying over another man’s lap to be spanked and finger fucked until she was writhing and screaming in climax or allowing another to insert a vibrator and get her off while whipping around on a snowmobile. Recalling that feeling of all encompassing pleasure enveloping her as she went flying on the Cat made her smile and press her legs tightly together, squeezing her now empty pussy.

“What’re you drawing there, Princess?” Jack asked as he came up behind her and rested his hands on her sun warmed shoulders.

Morgan had been so engrossed in reliving the ecstasy of the past few hours she hadn’t heard him return to the loft. Smiling up at him, she lifted the sketch pad, hoping her thoughts didn’t show on her face. “What do you think? I love this view and thought you might like a painting of it. Of course, it won’t compare to the real thing, but…”

“I think if the painting is half as good as that sketch, it’ll be stunning. Now tell me what you were thinking about. You had a pleased smile on those pretty lips when I walked in.”

Morgan turned her attention back to the window hoping he would think it was the warmth from the fireplace and the sun shining on her face that was causing her to blush. “Just thinking about the last few days and all the changes in my life.”

Jack kneaded her shoulders, his dark eyes shifting from the top of her head to look at the view he often took for granted. “Am I moving too fast for you, Morgan?” He had put her through the wringer this morning and already he was planning on taking her again before they went downstairs tonight to join his guests in the club room. Although he would refrain from taking her in public tonight, he did plan to scene with her, a scene that included Marc. He was thinking maybe he should alter his plans when she turned a panicked look of denial up at him.

“No! Jack don’t you dare think about backing off when we’ve just started.”

“Easy, Morgan. You’re new to all this and this is a turn in our relationship we’ve both either fought or avoided for years. It would be prudent on my part, being older and wiser,” he grinned mockingly at her, “to make sure I don’t push you too far too fast.”

Morgan jumped up from her chair and turned to glare up at him. “You’re the one who fought and avoided this for years, not me. I’ve waited a long time for a chance to be more than just a friend, Jack, and I don’t want to slow down. In fact, if you sped up my education it wouldn’t bother me in the least.”

Damn her, didn’t she realize what a challenge like that could do to a dominant such as him? Maybe he ought to show her, he thought, as he recalled the sound of her hoarse voice crying out behind him on the snowmobile. “Is that so? I think you’ve gotten a little too warm sitting here in front of the fireplace and the sun, Princess.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her into the kitchen before instructing, “Strip.”

Morgan knew better than to question him or balk at his order. Although she was a little worried about what he had planned, especially when she saw him put a few ice cubes in a glass before turning back to her, she quickly divested herself of his shirt. Her nipples beaded into stiff points when he walked back over to where she stood by the island counter, his eyes hot on her breasts.

“Very good. No back talk, I like that.”

“Um, Jack…”

“Sir or Master.”

Morgan’s brows furrowed in a frown at his order. “What?”

“You heard me, Princess. When we’re having sex, which we will be shortly, you’ll address me properly, whether we’re up here, downstairs, or outside or wherever we happen to be.” Gripping her arm, he ran the cold ice filled glass over her right nipple, enjoying the sight of it puckering into an even tighter bud and the sound of her startled squeal.

“Shit! That’s frigid, Ja…” At his glare she quickly said, “Sir.”

Ignoring her complaint, Jack turned her and pushed her over the counter. “Rest on your elbows and don’t move from there.” With his foot, he pushed her legs further apart until he had a clear view of her already damp sheath. Leaning over her, he set the glass on the counter before plucking two ice cubes from it. “I’ll keep you warm on this side, how’s that,” he murmured in her ear as he reached under her and ran the ice over her nipples, her dangling breasts making it easy to concentrate on tormenting just those enticing buds.

Morgan gasped as her nipples grew numb, the heat from Jack’s body behind her an erotic contrast. His jean clad legs molded against her naked ones, his hips pressed to hers, the thermal shirt over his hard chest against her back warm and heavy. His arms enclosed around her as he tormented her nipples with the frigid cubes. When he lifted away from her, she moaned at the loss of his heat then cried out when his hand landed sharply on her ass.

“This is another way to warm you up, Princess.” Dropping the ice, Jack caressed her stiff, ice cold nipples as he continued to smack her bottom, using both hands to warm her.

As circulation returned to her nipples in the form of sharp needles of pain, her ass grew warm from Jack’s precise sharp slaps, their initial sting quickly turning to heated pleasure as he masterfully tormented her body. As the pain in her nipples slowly morphed into pleasure, his smacks grew harder, eliciting a moan from her even as she lifted and shoved back for more.

Jack chuckled at her eager response, loving the bright red hue that covered her round cheeks and now warm, stiff nipples that were poking his palm. A few more hard swats across both buttocks, and then he moved behind her to run his fingers through her wet slit.

Morgan cried out when he thrust two fingers into her pussy, ruthlessly driving her to a fast and furious climax. It took every effort to remain bent over, in position, as he drove her to heights of ecstasy she had only ever known with him. Shaken, she barely heard him when he demanded, “Again,” and could do nothing but obey as his skillful fingers worked her cunt masterfully, bringing her swiftly to another orgasm.

She whimpered when he slowly pulled his fingers from her still spasming pussy and drew them up to circle her anus before slowly, relentlessly pushing them into her tight back hole.

“Jack!” she cried out at the pleasure/pain as he filled her then at the sharp crack of his other hand on her thigh.

“What do you call me?”

“Master, please, it’s too much.” Morgan thought it would be weird calling the man she had known since she was a kid by master, but she was surprised how easily it came out and how right it sounded in this situation.

“Did you know some women can come from anal stimulation alone? I wonder if you’re one of those women.”

Morgan buried her head in her arms, her body covered in a light sheen of perspiration, shaking from the onslaught of sensations that he was determined to reap upon her. His fingers felt huge in her ass, but the pain of their entry was soon proving pleasurable as he stroked sensitive nerve endings that sent pleasure down to her empty pussy. Soon she was pushing back against his shallow thrusts, accepting his invasion of her most private orifice as well as the pleasure he wrought from her. When Jack used his free hand to glide softly over her smooth lips, spreading her juices before slapping against her pussy, she screamed in pleasure.

Again and again, in tandem with his thrusting fingers, his hand smacked against her soft, damp flesh, wringing even more pleasure from her. Succumbing to the sensory over load, Morgan simply let go and came apart, her hips lifting for more, her legs spreading wider for easier access, she took each ruthless stroke into her ass and each sharp slap against her cunt gladly until she was once again screaming out her pleasure.

Jack gave her no chance to catch her breath or her thoughts before shoving down his jeans and driving into her reddened, hot pussy. Her slick walls clasped around his dick and held him tightly as he pummeled her depths with deep, hard strokes. He didn’t expect her to come again, and thus was pleasantly surprised when she gripped him tightly as she came, her orgasm gushing over his cock in damp relief, her walls milking his own come from him. Grasping her hips, he took her hard and fast, holding her tightly for his invasion and to insure she didn’t collapse on him, as the pleasure of fucking her swamped his senses and damn near drove him to his knees.