“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 involved anything more than friendship, but in less than twenty-four hours he was hoping for just that. He couldn’t recall any other woman who had responded with such open enthusiasm to his demands. The powerful combination of her natural acceptance coupled with her lush body 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 him, would kill him. Was it any wonder he had fought this so hard for so long?
Morgan padded into the kitchen wearing another one of his shirts, her hair damp and her face pink from her bath. W
atching her hop onto a stool at the counter and cross her legs, he recalled how her soft thighs felt wrapped around him. “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 took a seat 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.
Morgan appreciated the compliments, appreciated even more knowing they were given to make her more comfortable with her body. Digging into her dinner, she 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?” She could just imagine the shock a young family would get if they walked into the club as it was set up now.
“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 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. I imagine you didn’t get to see much of it when you came through. You’ll enjoy the little tourist shops and there’s a bakery 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 gave her a hopeful look. “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 with a smirk, “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 with belligerence, forgetting his rules as she remembered the embarrassment of having her big butt bared in front of a room full of strangers.
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, mortified. “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 will 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 wouldn’t give him any reason to give her another public spanking. Well, she didn’t plan on it anyway. From the little she had witnessed of Jack’s activities downstairs, she knew public play and bondage were a big part of the alternative lifestyle he’d been reluctant to share with her. If she had any hope of making this time with him last, she knew she’d have to submit to his wishes in places other than the privacy of his loft. She couldn’t imagine having her well-endowed body naked and on display and not dying of sheer mortification, but she also could never have imagined her off-the-charts response to getting spanked in front of others.
Putting the last of the dishes away, she swore she’d do her best not to displease or embarrass Jack in front of his friends, even if it meant suffering the humiliation of letting others see her less than perfect body. She just had to remind herself Jack liked her the way she was, and that was all that mattered.
Chapter Six
Jack held Morgan’s hand as he led her into the club an hour later. Clad in nothing but his shirt, she 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 large room 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 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 nodded toward Morgan.