Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her hard and long 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.”
* * *
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, snow-covered mountains and trees blanketed by blue sky stretched out before her. Dressed again in one of Jack’s shirts and a pair of his socks, kept warm by the blazing fire he 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 parents’ expectations of her, or to being with Jack again and having her long-awaited 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 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 tighten her legs, 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.
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 brought on her 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 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. Maybe he should alter his plans, he thought 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. 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 in mockery, “to make sure I don’t push you too far too fast.”
Jumping up from her chair, she 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 your friend, 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, 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 backtalk, I like that.”
“Um, Jack…”
“Sir, or master.”
Morgan’s brows furrowed in a frown at his order. “What?”
“You heard me. When we’re having sex, which we will be shortly, you’ll address me properly, whether we’re up here, downstairs, 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 covering his hard chest against her back warm and heavy. His arms enclosed around her as he tormented her nipples with the frigid cubes until they were numb. When he lif
ted 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.
Sharp needles of pain heralded the return circulation to her nipples, her ass warming from Jack’s precise sharp slaps. Their initial sting soon turned to heated pleasure as he tormented her body with masterful expertise. As the painful throbbing of 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 covering her round cheeks and her 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 achieved with him. Shaken, she barely heard him when he demanded, “Again,” and could do nothing but obey as his skillful fingers worked her sheath with masterful strokes, bringing her to another swift orgasm.
She whimpered with the slow removal of his fingers from her still spasming pussy, then shuddered on a low moan when he drew them up to circle her anus before pushing with slow, relentless intention into her tight, forbidden hole.
“Jack!” she cried out at the pleasure/pain as he filled her, then whimpered at the sharp crack of his free hand on her thigh.