“She’s not. As a matter of fact, she’s not even supposed to be here.” Jack looked down at her with cold eyes. “And now she’ll be punished for disobeying my specific orders.”
As Jim walked away with a chuckle, Morgan tried to pull away from Jack. “Damn it, Jack, let me go. I’ll go back upstairs.” Panic started to set in as he grabbed her hand and hauled her over to a vacant sofa.
Sitting down, Jack held her hands in a tight grip, glaring up at her. “I warned you, princess. I told you the time would come when you would have to face the consequences of your actions.”
With a jerk, Morgan found herself face down over Jack’s hard thighs. She wasn’t even allowed the small amount of modesty his shirt gave her as cool air hit her buttocks when he flipped the shirt up, exposing her to the entire room of strangers. Mortified, she screamed and struggled against him to no avail. “Let me up, Jack! I promise I’ll stay upstairs, just let me go.”
Holding her in place with one arm across her shoulders, Jack swatted one buttock hard, raising a bright red print. “No, and the more you fight me, the worse it’ll be for you. Would you rather I strapped you down on one of the spanking benches?”
From what she had seen, the equipment was all at one end of the room, with lights on them and even more people milling about, watching. “No, don’t you dare!” Just the thought of having her big butt exposed that way brought tears to her eyes. “Please, Jack, don’t.”
Jack almost relented at the teary plea in her voice, but hardened his resolve. It was way passed time the little princess grew up. “Ten, Morgan. And quit struggling or I’ll add to it.” He swatted her again, hard, raising a matching red imprint on the other cheek. She had a beautiful ass, soft and round, her pale skin blushing easily under his hand.
Morgan couldn’t stop from crying out with the next swat. Turning her head away so she couldn’t see the people walking by, smiling at her predicament, she fought tears as Jack smacked her again and again. He wasn’t gentle, and these were anything but erotic love taps, she thought as her ass burned with each blow, his hand large and hard as he covered every inch of her buttocks before moving to the top of her thighs.
Mortification and chagrin turned to shock when he switched from hard smacks to soft, caressing strokes over her abused flesh and she discovered how the pulsing pain had left her wet and more than a little turned on. When he ran his fingers in a light, tantalizing graze over her damp, swollen pussy, she couldn’t suppress a low moan of need. The heat in her buttocks had spread to her pussy, much to her embarrassment.
Flipping the shirt down, he turned her over, cradling her in his lap as she buried her red face in his shoulder. She didn’t know what embarrassed her more, being spanked in front of people, or getting turned on by both the pain and the humiliation.
Regret settled like a heavy blanket over Jack as he cuddled Morgan’s soft body against him. He shouldn’t have punished her like that. Knowing she wasn’t in the lifestyle should have made him at least consider taking her upstairs and dealing with her in private. But he had been so pissed over her blatant disregard of his orders, he had let his anger overrule any considerations he might have given her. He tightened his arms around her when he felt her tears dampening his shirt and heard the slight hiccup she failed to disguise in his shoulder.
“Shh, princess. It’s over now and I’ve got you,” he murmured, her muffled sobs breaking his heart. In all his fantasies of introducing Morgan to his lifestyle, none of them had included starting out by meting out her first punishment in public. His only consolation had been feeling the dampness coating her labia, a sure indication of her arousal, and a positive sign she just might submit to him completely. All too soon, he felt her stiffen in his arms and attempt to pull away from him.
“I want to go back upstairs now.”
With a sigh of reluctance, he loosened his arms and allowed her to slip off his lap. “Come on. I’ll walk you back up.” He breathed a sigh of relief when she took his outstretched hand and followed him docilely out of the room. When they reached the loft, she dropped his hand as if burned and moved away from him, an action that hurt. “Are you all right? I can stay if you need me to.”
She turned tear-drenched, accusing eyes up at him. “You didn’t have to punish me like a child, in front of everyone.”
“And you didn’t have to deliberately disobey my instructions. There are reasons for the rules Marc and I enforce around here, and reasons for the rules I give you. You’re the one who showed up uninvited and you’re the one who will have to adjust to my dictate. Now, get some sleep and I’ll try to get you back to Denver tomorrow and put you on a plane back to Chicago.”
Regretting her actions, Morgan watched him storm away. She didn’t want to leave. There was nothing for her in Chicago. She hated her job in her father’s company. Though she started out as an art major in college, her parents had insisted she get her degree in business and she’d agreed, but snuck in a minor in art just to spite them. All she had ever wanted to do was paint. Well, paint and fuck Jack, she amended, the warm soreness encompassing her butt working to keep her lust simmering.
Sighing, she started toward the guest bedroom then made the quick decision to go to Jack’s room instead. If he was going to ship her off tomorrow, she would fulfill one of her fantasies about Jack and spend the night in his bed. Of course, that particular fantasy included him in the bed with her, preferably with the two of them spending hours working up a sweat together. But she’d take what she could get and hope the consequences for this rash decision weren’t too awful.
Chapter Three
Crawling between the cool sheets, she winced as her shifting movements to get comfortable exacerbated the soreness of her buttocks. Her nipples tightened and her pussy moistened as the soreness brought about an unprecedented need throughout her body, a need she had no desire to fight or ignore. Unbuttoning Jack’s shirt, she spread it open and kicked the covers aside. The cool air on her naked skin did nothing to alleviate the heat of her desire and with practiced ease she sought her nipples with one hand and her pussy with the other.
She slid two fingers with unerring ease through her slick folds as she rolled her right nipple between two more. She didn’t try to suppress her moans as she slowly explored her damp sheath, finding her g-spot and her clit as she continued to torture one nipple and then the other with pinches and pulls on the tender buds. Bending her knees, she spread her legs wider, thrusting her hips up to meet her pumping digits. Images of herself lying over Jack’s lap, her ass bared to a room full of strangers, caused her to gush even more, her juices coating her fingers and dripping down her crack as her undulating body broke out into a sweat. Pretending it was Jack’s hands bringing her to orgasm, she thrust against her hand, crying out as her thumb pressed against her swollen clit. Shaking, she let the overpowering climax rip through her, her hands never slowing until the last tremors ceased and her sated body
relaxed. Sighing in contentment, she kept her eyes closed as she softened her touches and calmed her strokes over her now sore, reddened nipples while taking a leisurely exploration of her vagina, enjoying the soft, warm, damp feel of her inner walls.
* * *
Cock in hand, Jack moved away from the doorway before Morgan came to her senses and saw him. Guilt over his leaving after her abrupt introduction into his lifestyle had sent him back upstairs, the sounds of her low moans and high-pitched gasps drawing him to his bedroom. His anger at the way she’d ignored his instructions again evaporated at the sight of her full breasts, tight, reddened nipples, and the wet, pink folds of her pussy.
It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to escape into the hall bathroom instead of joining her on that bed and letting his hard cock replace her fingers. Leaning one hand against the wall above the commode, he jacked off with the other, the image of Morgan’s lush body writhing on his bed, her hands busy doing everything he longed to do to her body spurring him on. It only took seconds for him to stroke himself to climax, his fist tightening around his cock as he fought to suppress his groan of pleasure. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, ripping from his balls all the way up his spine, leaving him shaking and making him realize he was in deep shit where Morgan was concerned.
On one hand, he knew it would be best if he packed her off tomorrow. But on the other, now that he had seen her response to her first spanking, how the hell could he send her away without exploring her depths further? Swearing a blue streak, he zipped up his jeans, washed his hands, and quietly left the bathroom. Ever since that girl was seven years old, she had been able to twist him up in knots. He was very much afraid the time has come for him to quit running from her and to confront his feelings and his lust. And that just pissed him off more.
Returning to the club room he saw things were winding down and there were several couples ready to be escorted back to their cabins. Between him and Marc, it took over an hour to make sure everyone got back to their cabins safely and arrangements were made to meet for skiing. The snow fell in a steady flow of large, white flakes, but the wind had died down and tomorrow looked like it could be a great day for the slopes.
“That should take care of everyone,” Jack said as he returned to the club room and shrugged out of his snow-covered coat.
“Good, I’m beat,” Marc replied from behind the bar as he finished wiping it down. “They were pretty enthusiastic tonight, but, thankfully, there weren’t any problems. Had to remind a few of them to loosen some restraints and as always, had to keep an eye on Gary. His eagerness to please is going to land him in trouble one of these days, especially if he gets paired with the wrong domme.”
“Yeah, I noticed that.” Taking a seat at the bar, Jack nodded his thanks when Marc slid a glass of whiskey to him. Wanting to be alert to any potential problems, neither Marc nor he ever drank until the evening wound down. Limiting everyone else’s drinks helped ensure the safety of their BDSM play.