by BJ Wane
“But you’ve always been the one I’ve run to, Jack. It’s not my fault you moved so far away. And, I didn’t know about the weather when I left Chicago,” she answered in defense.
He narrowed his eyes at her and replied softly, “But you found out about the incoming storm before leaving Denver, didn’t you? You had to have stopped for directions up here and I’m sure you were told it wouldn’t be safe for a day or two.” Her casual shrug, as if her safety was of no consequence, pissed him off more.
“I didn’t want to wait. Although, after what I saw downstairs, I now know why you’ve been so closed-mouthed about this place.”
The sparkle in her eyes and her impish grin were much preferable to the shame and sadness she had been showing. “Which is precisely why you shouldn’t be here. What am I supposed to do with you for the next few days? This group is booked through Monday and I won’t have time to babysit you.”
Shoving her plate aside, Morgan hopped off the stool, placed her fists on her hips, and glared at him. “In case you haven’t noticed, Jack, I haven’t needed a babysitter for quite some time. Something you would have perceived if you weren’t so fucking blind.”
Arching a dark brow at her language, he stated with a calmness her belligerence threatened, “You, princess, have the uncanny ability to get yourself into trouble on a regular basis, so in that respect, I beg to differ. You do need a babysitter. But you’re right. You’re all grown up now, and it’s time you took responsibility for your actions. I need to get back downstairs. You are to stay up here. Pick one of the rooms on the right side of the hall. You can watch television or go to bed. I’ll be late as these parties tend to go on for a while, and then I have to see that everyone gets back to their cabins safely. We’ll talk again in the morning.”
As he moved past her, she asked with her usual candor, “Are you going to fuck that girl you were whipping?”
“Flogging, not whipping, and that, princess, is none of your business.” To avoid grabbing her and showing her just how much he’d rather fuck her, he bent down and kissed her nose then strode back downstairs.
As he entered the club, he spotted Marc, his best friend and business partner, strapping Sandy onto a padded bench. Perfect, he thought, as he made his way to them while checking to make sure everyone was happy and things were running smoothly. Everyone present have been guests at the lodge before and were well aware of the strict rules they insisted on. A lot of abuse took place in BDSM clubs, and he and Marc prided themselves on providing this safe and sane getaway for those in the lifestyle.
The lodge made a wide assortment of bondage equipment available to their guests during their stay and the club room offered a catered buffet, limited drinks, and dancing with the evening parties. Fifteen cabins housed their guests year round and, other than the BDSM activities, Marc and he scheduled skiing and snowboarding in the winter and guided hiking tours, boating, fishing, and horseback riding in the summer, accompanied by some outdoor bondage and sex games in the warmer months.
“Everything okay?” Marc asked when Jack reached their station.
“Yeah, for now. I’ll explain later. Right now I need to relieve a little frustration.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have Sandy here all prepped and ready for us, isn’t it?”
Jack grinned down at the pretty sub who watched them out of aroused, anxious eyes. Arms strapped at her sides, legs restrained with knees bent and spread wide and another strap across her hips to keep her immobile, left her open and ready to be fucked at both ends.
“What’s your safeword, sweetie?” he asked her as he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.
“Flower, sir,” she moaned, trying to shove her breast further into his hand.
“Okay, but since your mouth will be filled with one of our cocks, simply hold up both your thumbs if we become too much for you.” Turning to Marc, he lowered his zipper over his aching cock. “You got a preference?”
“I’ll take her mouth. You can get a little rougher with her pussy.” Marc sent him a knowing grin as he moved to Sandy’s head. Lowering the head rest, he gently eased her head back before releasing his own cock.
Jack sheathed himself in a condom and moved between Sandy’s spread knees. The bench was the perfect height for this and one of his favorite apparatuses. Running his fingers over Sandy’s bare, damp folds, he wondered what Morgan’s pussy would look like without the soft brown curls covering it. Damn it, he had to quit thinking like that about her. He was her confidant, protector, and friend. Nothing else, no matter how much she tempted him or how much she thought she wanted more from him. Morgan was too young, too naïve and innocent for what he would demand of her as his lover. And he wasn’t willing to risk losing their special bond by introducing her to his lifestyle only to find out it wasn’t for her.
Jack watched as Marc leaned over Sandy’s face and lowered his cock into her eager mouth. His finger slid easily between her plump folds, her pussy clutching it in a tight vise when he moved to pull back. Whimpering, her mouth working Marc’s cock with eager suction, she tried lifting her hips toward him. The telltale evidence of that frustration only added to her need, evident in the way her pussy dampened further, coating his fingers and dripping down to her anus.
“Are you ready for me, sweetie?” At her vigorous nod, which had Marc cursing at the interruption, Jack shoved into her, burying himself balls deep with one thrust. Rubbing her quivering thighs, he proceeded to pound into her, his lust too long denied for him to go slow. Glancing up at Marc he nodded, and they both began moving inside her in tandem. Sandy moaned around the big cock in her mouth, her eyes glazing with her impending orgasm. Jack spread her labia, exposing her engorged clit. As he pressed that red, needy bud down against his pummeling cock, she went off like a firecracker just as Marc released his seed down her throat.
Jack reached up and pinched her nipples as he drove into her once, twice, three more times before he let go, his climax ripping through his balls then exploding into her grasping sheath.
* * *
It took all of Morgan’s willpower not to reach between her thighs and stroke herself to climax as she watched Jack fucking the restrained girl on that bench. Crouched at the side of the bar, she remained unobserved as she spied the goings-on throughout the large room. A different woman now hung suspended where she had first spotted Jack. Another woman lay face down over a padded bench, her naked, reddened buttocks positioned higher than her shoulders. The man behind her gave her two more swats with a round paddle before releasing his cock and thrusting into the willing sub. If her shrieks were any indication, she had been more than ready to climax.
Between the pain and humiliation, Morgan couldn’t imagine getting turned on by being spanked. Yet, she couldn’t deny watching the different sexual activities going on, most of which included some sort of punishment, had her pussy so wet she could feel her cream dripping down her thighs. When she finally spotted Jack, she had to bite her lip to keep from making any noise that would give away her position.
She wasn’t sure what had her blushing, what caused the heavy beat of her heart or her palms to sweat. Maybe it was jealousy over him fucking another woman or excitement at seeing how focused he was on her and her pleasure. She imagined it was her breasts he was cupping, her nipples he pinched, and her pussy he pummeled with his big, hard cock.
Morgan had despaired of Jack ever seeing her as more than the neglected little girl he had befriended for years. His refusal to take things further after her graduation five years ago had hurt, but it had been the way he’d avoided inviting her to visit him here, at his lodge, since then that had driven her to accept Joel’s proposal. She’d known Joel didn’t love her, that he was just doing what was expected of him, but at the time she hadn’t much cared. If she couldn’t have Jack, she hadn’t cared who she ended up with as long as she wasn’t alone. It hadn’t been until she saw Joel with Cindy that she’d realized she’d rather be alone than live like her parents had
for the next fifty years.
“Well, who do we have here?”
A hard hand grabbed her arm and hauled her up out of her hiding place. Morgan looked up into the amused face of a good-looking man with black hair and brown eyes. “Let me go.” Struggling against his grip, she tried to free herself to no avail.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. Who’s your dom?”
“Uh? I don’t have…”
A grin split his dark face as he pulled her closer. “Then you need one. Come on, I’ll be happy to top you tonight.”
“Let her go, Jim. She’s with me.”
Morgan’s relief at Jack’s timely arrival was short-lived when she looked up into his furious face. “Jack, I…”
“Quiet.” Pulling her to his side with a hard arm around her shoulders, he spoke to Jim. “Aren’t you here with Karen this weekend?”
“Yeah, I am. I thought I’d reward her with a threesome for being such a good little sub lately.” Nodding toward Morgan, he added, “She said she didn’t have a dom, so I assumed she was available.”
“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.