Make Me Yours (9 page)

Jack slowly pulled from her clinging warmth and lifted her off the counter, turning her into his arms. “Are you all right?” He was relieved when she giggled and snuggled into him.

“I’ve got to quit challenging you. I won’t survive if I don’t.”

“Good advice, but I doubt if you heed it for long. Why don’t you go soak in the bath for an hour while I start dinner?”

Morgan winced as she sank down into the deep tub filled with swirling hot water. She didn’t realize how sore she was until now, but the blessed warmth and pulsating jets went a long way towards easing her discomfort. Laying her head back on the cushioned headrest, she sighed as her body relaxed and her mind wandered. She could get used to this so easily, spending her days drawing, painting and fucking. Just being around Jack was an aphrodisiac for her and recalling the feel of his hard cock moving forcefully inside of her, stretching and filling her, was enough to cause her pussy to spasm with renewed need. I’m insatiable, she thought as she reached beneath the water to cup her pussy, the smooth folds soft and pliant beneath her fingers.

Jack leaned against the door, smiling. This was becoming a habit, he thought, spying on her as she pleasures herself. But not a habit he was anxious to break. Marc joined him just in time to see Morgan wince in discomfort.

“You might want to ease up a little,” Marc admonished, frowning at Jack.

Morgan’s eyes flew open at the sound of Marc’s voice. Her hands went instinctively to cover herself as she glared at the two grinning men. “Do you mind?” she snapped, irritated at having her solitude interrupted.

“Actually, no, we don’t,” Jack replied easily, ignoring her frown and glare. “Need help washing?”

“No, now get out, both of you.”

“She’s no fun,” Marc complained, unruffled by her demand.

Raising a dark brow, Jack drawled, “I beg to differ, but we’ll leave proof of that for this evening. Finish up, Morgan. I’m ready to put the steaks on.”

The thought of food had her scrambling to obey. “Shoo. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“You’re really not considering taking her again tonight, are you?” Marc demanded as they walked back into the kitchen.

“Relax, papa bear,” Jack returned dryly as he checked the indoor grill for readiness. “I thought we’d scene with her together tonight, introduce her slowly to play in the club room, as well as give you a chance to get to know her better. You game?”

Marc turned from grabbing the plates, saying, “Sure, as long as there’s another available sub willing to let me finish with her.”

“Like that’s ever been a problem for you. There are several in this group who are willing to share, as you well know.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Jack?”

Jack saw the pain in Marc’s green eyes and heard the remorse in his voice and felt for his long time friend. “She was too young and too inexperienced, Marc. Morgan isn’t Cassie.”

“She’s older, but just as inexperienced. Doesn’t that worry you?”

“You’re the one who pushed me to go for it,” Jack reminded him while tossing the steaks on the grill.

“But I didn’t think you were going to move so fast. What’s the hurry?” Marc asked while he finished setting the table and retrieved a bottle of wine from a small wine refrigerator.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess after waiting so long for her, I feel the need to tie her to me. We’re both experienced enough to know if she’s not receptive and neither of us will have a problem backing off.”

“True. Okay, then, let’s put all our considerable skills and charm to work tonight so she’ll never want to leave.”

Jack had never allowed himself to even think about a future with Morgan that was more than friendship, but in less than twenty four hours he found himself hoping just for that. He couldn’t recall any other woman who had responded so openly, so easily to his demands. Her natural acceptance coupled with her lush body was a powerful combination, one that would drive any dominate man insane with lust. But that look in her expressive whiskey eyes, the one that said she saw only him when she submitted, when she came, was what did it for him. To lose her now, after seeing that look and feeling her wet heat clasped around, would kill him. Was it any wonder he had fought this so hard for so long?

Morgan padded into the kitchen wearing his shirt again, her hair damp and her face pink from her bath. Watching her hop onto a stool at the counter and crossing her legs, he realized he needed to feel her legs wrapped around him again, something he needed to rectify soon. “Hungry, Princess?”

“Starving.” Morgan smiled at him as he set a plate in front of her with a thick filet, baked potato and salad.

“Me too,” Marc said as he sat on her right. “I’ll take what you don’t finish.”

“Don’t count on it, Marc,” Jack said as he sat at her left. “My girl has always had a hearty appetite.”

“Good to hear. Can’t stand skinny scrawny women who eat nothing but rabbit food.” Winking at her, Marc dug into his steak.

Now that both of them had managed to make her feel comfortable, Morgan dug into her dinner and listened as the two of them discussed the lodge and cabins. It soon became apparent their little getaway here was quite profitable and kept them busy year round.

“So, you rent to anyone, not just, uh…these special groups?” she asked, not sure what to call the people who were currently here for the weekend.

Jack smiled at her discomfort. “Yes, we rent to anyone. About half of our clientele come for BDSM play, some are swingers, some just couples who want to add a little exhibitionism to spice things up. We reserve certain blocks of time for the alternative lifestyle groups, the rest are families, college kids or young couples vacationing.”

“I’m assuming you change the club room for them?”

“Yes, and the cabins, which we’ll equip for each renter per their requests. We have a large storage room where we stash the equipment when we’re not using it.”

Morgan ate her last bite of steak, savoring the tender meat that had been grilled to perfection. Jack had remembered she liked her steak cooked medium rare, with a little pink. “That was wonderful, Jack. Thank you. Where do your guests go for meals?”

“Each cabin has a kitchen, utensils, dishes and pans. Guests usually bring a supply of food, shop after they get here or eat in one of the diners in Bear Creek, which is about twenty miles south of here and the closest town. We’ll take you there this week. You’ll enjoy the little tourist shops and there’s a bakery that Marc can’t seem to stay out of.”

“Hey, can I help it if I have a sweet tooth? Find me a woman who can bake as well as Martha and I’ll marry her in a heartbeat.”

Morgan laughed when Marc looked at her hopefully. “Forget it. I can’t even boil water without causing a total disaster.”

“That’s no exaggeration, Marc, so be sure to keep her out of our kitchen. Except,” Jack added thoughtfully, “for when it comes time for dishes. Cleanup is your job.” Leaning over, he kissed her nose before rising. “I’ll be back up to get you shortly. Marc and I have to see to a few things downstairs for tonight’s gathering. Don’t bother changing; you look great just as you are.”

“I am not going to parade around in front of all those people in nothing but your shirt again,” Morgan stated firmly.

Jack glanced at Marc and then nodded. Before Morgan realized what he intended, Marc had her bent over her stool and the shirt flipped up, baring her naked ass again. “Hey!” she squealed when he landed three hard smacks on her buttocks in rapid succession.

Jack grabbed her shoulders as she stood and glared at both men. “What do you say, Morgan?”

“Fine,” she grumbled, “I’ll wear the shirt.”

“She’s going to be a fun one, Jack,” Marc said as the two of them walked out.

“I don’t know which is going to be sorer, our hands or her ass,” Jack replied.

Morgan cleaned up the kitchen with a silly grin on her face and tingling buttocks. She wasn’t sure what Jack had planned for this evening, but she wasn’t going to give him any reason to give her another public spanking. Well, she didn’t plan on it anyway.

Jack held Morgan’s hand as he led her into the club an hour later. Clad in nothing but his shirt, Morgan felt conspicuous until she saw what some of the other women were wearing, or not wearing. The night before she had only a limited view of the club from her hiding place and only a short time to take in the guests and activities before she was found out. At a seating area, she saw a naked woman kneeling between a man’s knees, her mouth busy sucking his cock while he kept one hand fisted tightly in her hair and casually sipped his drink with the other.

“Bill, are you and your pretty sub having a good time this weekend?” Jack asked, pulling her close to his side.

“We always do, Jack. I’ve had a hectic schedule the past few months and needed some down time. Who do we have here?” Bill asked, nodding toward Morgan.

“This is Morgan. Morgan, Master Bill and Lori come up a few times a year. Bill’s a District Attorney and Lori’s a teacher.”

Morgan just smiled and nodded at the couple not sure what to say since Lori had her mouth filled with Bill’s cock and made no move to release him to acknowledge the introduction. The two men discussed the excellent conditions for skiing for a few moments before they moved on.

“People sure aren’t shy here, are they?” Morgan asked when they stopped in front of a scene area that held a raised padded bench over which yet another naked woman was draped.

“No, Princess. That’s one of the reasons they come up here. They can get a nice ski trip as well as indulge in their alternate lifestyle. There aren’t too many places where people who enjoy bondage and domination can go to socialize, making it lonely at times. Watch. I think you’d enjoy this apparatus.”

With the head of the bench lower than the back, the woman’s ass was lifted and prominently displayed. An older, good looking man moved behind her holding a round leather paddle, which he brought down with a resounding whack on her right buttock. Morgan shifted uneasily as she watched the woman get soundly paddled, her ass turning bright red. Her pussy, clearly visible between her widely spread knees, was damp and swollen. She gasped or cried out with each strike of the paddle but her hips eagerly lifted in anticipation of the next one.

Morgan felt her own pussy swell and moisten as she remembered how the pain from her spanking this morning had quickly turned to pleasure and how knowing Marc watched added to her excitement. When Jack lowered his arm from around her waist to slide his big hand under the shirt to rub her buttocks, she had to bite back a moan of pleasure.

“I think you’re ready for your own scene.” One finger lightly grazed her slit before he grabbed her hand. “Come with me.” Jack pulled her over to the dangling chain where he had Sandy the night before. “Don’t move,” he instructed as he moved to the back wall where various paddles and floggers as well as an assortment of cuffs were displayed.

Morgan watched him warily as he grabbed a set of cuffs, a flogger and a long metal bar that had cuffs attached to each end before returning to stand in front of her. When his hands went to the buttons on her shirt, Morgan looked frantically around to see who was watching. “Jack, I mean, Master,” she quickly amended when he scowled, “Wait.”

“No, Princess. If I wait, it’ll give you too much time to think and right now I just want you to feel.” Spreading her shirt, he slipped a finger between her folds, watching as her eyes widened in surprise quickly followed by arousal. Removing his finger, he held up the glistening digit. “Watching Mindy get paddled excited you, as I knew it would. Trust me to know what you’ll like. Can you do that, Morgan?”

Morgan quickly nodded her head before she lost her nerve. Jack slipped the shirt off then buckled the cuffs on her wrists, checking for tightness before raising her arms above her head and attaching the cuffs to the dangling chain.

“Morgan, look at me,” Jack demanded, moving in front of her so his big body blocked her view of the people moving past. “For tonight, simply say stop if I do something you don’t like or are uncomfortable with. Okay?”

“Okay, stop.”

“I haven’t started yet, so I’m going to ignore that one.” Kneeling, he attached the spreader bar to her ankles leaving her open and vulnerable. Nodding to Marc, he moved to the wall, raised the chain until she was stretched taut, watching her the whole time for signs of discomfort or stress. Picking up the flogger, he moved behind her as Marc joined them standing in front of her. Perfect.

“Relax, darlin’,” Marc said, his eyes calm and steady on hers as she pulled on the chain and her breath hitched in panic. “We’re just going to make you feel good.”

“We?” she squeaked, ignoring the way her heart beat sped up with excitement.

“We,” Jack whispered in her ear from behind her. Grabbing her hair, he turned her head and kissed her, hard. “Trust me.”

Morgan looked up into his dark eyes a moment before nodding once.

“Good girl.”

When Marc cupped her face, tilted her up until her lips met his, Morgan sank against him, trusting both Jack and his friend to take care of her. Marc’s lips were soft and coaxing and she willingly opened for his tongue. Just as she relaxed enough to enjoy his kiss and his lean body against hers, a snap fell across her buttocks followed by a light sting that faded quickly. Marc pulled his mouth from hers, but she didn’t have time to mourn the loss as he cupped her breasts, his fingers grasping her nipples as the flogger kissed her buttocks again.

Morgan moaned at the dual assault on her senses, the light strokes of the flogger which left a biting sting which quickly warmed to pleasure, and the hard pinching of Marc’s fingers on her nipples. She soon found herself swaying back to meet the down stroke of the flogger while thrusting her breasts into Marc’s hands. Being restrained, unable to move her arms or legs, heightened her vulnerability which increased her pleasure.

“You have lovely breasts, Morgan,” Marc whispered before taking one taut peak into his mouth and sucking strongly while he pulled and twisted on her other nipple.

“Oh, God!” Morgan gasped when Jack applied the flogger a little harder just as Marc applied a harder pinch and a deeper pull on her nipples. Her buttocks began to burn, the burn swiftly bled into heat which caused her pussy to clench in desperate need. “Please, Sir. Master Jack, please.”