Her Master at Last - Page 24

He didn’t know it, but he just settled the matter for her. If he wasn’t planning on their affair continuing past the next day or two, she would damn well suck up her insecurities and get the most out of this time with Jack as she could. Ignoring the way her heart broke a little at his last remark, she smiled up at him. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Little did she know two nights ago wearing nothing but Jack’s shirt in his club would become a habit. After washing up, she hurried back into the great room before she changed her mind.

Morgan could now put a few names with faces and their friendly greetings eased the chill brought on by nerves. Crouching in hiding to watch the goings on was a far cry from participating, but she still found it exciting to watch others. Jack had explained how a lot of these people frequented strict BDSM clubs where certain protocol was demanded at all times as well as strict dress codes and modes of address. Here, there were no such rules, leaving such matters up to their guests to decide how they wanted to spend their vacation. The lodge provided a safe, fun getaway where they could indulge in their alternative lifestyle if they wished and to whatever extent they wished. As long as they obeyed the drinking limits and their play remained safe, sane, and consensual, they were free to do as they pleased.

Jack held Morgan’s hand as he walked with her through the club, socializing until she relaxed enough to set aside her insecurities. She wasn’t shy about watching or asking questions about the different equipment. An hour later and after one strong rum and coke, her whiskey eyes rounded with lust as she watched a dom take his restrained sub on one of the raised padded benches, she was more than ready to indulge in a little play of their own.

“Come, princess. I believe I see a cross with your name on it.”

Morgan’s unease returned when Jack stopped in front of a large, padded wooden X set up in a well-lit scene area. Restraints were attached at the end of each post. When she took an instinctive step back, Jack tugged on her hand, drawing her wary gaze up to his.

“Trust me?” he asked, waiting patiently for her response.

Recalling the scene they had just witnessed and how the restrained woman had cried out in pleasure as soon as that man’s hard cock penetrated her, had her curious about her own response to being taken while bound, but the thought of such a personal act performed in public still made her balk. “What are you going to do?”

“Whatever I want. Morgan,” he said as he released her hand and cupped her face. “You know I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.” Sliding one hand slowly down her chest then up under her shirt, he caressed her damp sheath, never taking his eyes from hers. A few strokes of his fingers and she was thrusting against his hand; a brush of his thumb over her swollen, sensitive clit had her whimpering. Using his other hand, he quickly unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. “Come, stand with your back to the cross and trust me to make you feel good.”

Morgan ignored the warm flush creeping up from her neck and kept her face averted from the few people mingling close enough to watch them as she moved into position. Shielding her with his big body, Jack restrained her hands and feet in lined cuffs, leaving her spread open, bare and vulnerable. To her shame, her arousal spiked up another notch, just as it had last night when he had chained her to be pleasured by both him and Marc. Only last night, Jack had assured her they wouldn’t go any further than they did, concentrating on nothing but bringing her pleasure. Tonight he wasn’t giving her any such assurances

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“You’re so pretty, Morgan,” Jack reassured her, stepping back to look his fill. Restrained, spread for his use, her lush body drew him like a magnet. The more he took her, the more he thirsted for her, until nothing slaked his need except being inside her. His large hands cupped her soft breasts as he ordered, “Look at me, and only me. Nothing and no one else matters except the two of us.”

Morgan had no trouble obeying his command. His hands felt wonderful kneading her breasts, and when his fingers clasped her nipples and pinched those tender buds, she couldn’t stifle her moan nor keep from pushing into his hands.

Chuckling, Jack leaned down and took her mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing her gasp as he stroked her tongue in rhythm with his stroking thumbs over her nipples.

“Jack, master, please,” she begged when he pulled his mouth from hers, all the earlier teasing returning to send her into quick arousal.

“Please what?”

“More.”

“Well, that’s easy enough to give you.” Jack’s lips replaced his fingers on her breasts, his mouth moving between first one nipple and then the other, his strong suction of each tender bud heightening her need. After both nipples were cherry red and hardened into stiff points, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a set of nipple clamps she hadn’t known he’d brought with him.

“What are you doing?” Morgan asked, eyeing the small clamps with trepidation.

“Giving you more like you asked.” At her squealed curse when he attached the first clamp, he adjusted the ring, loosening it a tad. “Take a deep breath. The pain will ease in a moment,” he assured her.

Within seconds the pain subsided and her nipple throbbed with swollen numbness, an odd sensation that wasn’t altogether unpleasant. When he moved to her other nipple, she sucked in a quick breath, prepared this time for that first snap of pain.

“There. Don’t you look pretty?” Jack licked each nipple, relishing her soft whimper. When he delved between her spread thighs and met soaking wet flesh, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Releasing his cock, he thrust into her, not giving her time to think, only to feel.

Morgan screamed as she came apart; her pussy so long denied clasped around his hard length and refused to let go as the tremors from her instant release raced through her body. Tossing her head back, she forgot about where they were, about her reticence over being fucked in public and succumbed to the pleasure sizzling through her veins. Over and over he pounded into her, Jack’s hands clasping hers as he relentlessly brought her to peak after peak.

“Oh, God!” she cried out as she struggled to get closer to him, lifting her hips to meet each hard thrust, her thighs quivering as she strained to take him deeper. The room in front of her blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, the faces of those watching them adding to the bright, explosive excitement. She now knew why he had toyed with her for so long upstairs without giving her relief.

Morgan’s pussy rippling around him was too much for Jack to resist as were her soft, mewling cries of release and her glazed, pleasure-filled eyes. Letting go of her hands, he grabbed her buttocks and held her hips toward him as he thrust once, twice, three more times before exploding in a climax so powerful he saw stars.

Morgan looked down, dazed, watching as he held her hips so tight she couldn’t move. His cock was red and wet as he slowed his thrusts, his come warm as it filled her. They were both perspiring and panting heavily when he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling bereft and empty. “Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered, wanting to continue their lovemaking in private.

Smiling, Jack kissed her nose and adjusted his clothing. “I think I’ve created a monster.” Releasing her, he hugged her soft, sated body before slipping her shirt back on but leaving it unbuttoned. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you some water.” Accepting a bottle of water from Marc, Jack led Morgan to an empty sofa and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. After she’d downed most of the water, he held her shaking body, running his hand over her clamped nipples, down her soft waist, and over her bent legs before taking the same journey in reverse.

“You were beautiful up there, Morgan,” he murmured as she relaxed and came down from the high such an intense experience usually caused. “I like how you don’t hide from your passions.”

“I was loud, wasn’t I?” she whispered, her facing turning a delightful pink.

“Yes, you were, and I was the envy of every dom here.”

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