by BJ Wane
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.
Leaning muscled arms on the bar, Marc asked him, “Want to tell me about the pretty brunette with the nice ass you had over your lap earlier?”
“Morgan.” Just her name said it all as Jack knew it would. Even though he’d never met her, Marc knew all about Morgan and Jack’s battle to keep their relationship strictly platonic. Friends for years, they knew each other well and had no secrets between them.
“Wow. Your descriptions didn’t do her justice. From what I saw, she’s a real cutie with a killer body. A lethal combination.”
“Tell me about it. And it looks like I’m stuck with her for a few days.” Jack downed his drink, wondering if Morgan was asleep yet. He sure as hell wasn’t going back upstairs until she was.
Marc’s chuckle lacked sympathy. “You’ve had a hard-on for that girl for years. Don’t you think it’s time you took care of it?”
Jack scowled at his friend. He and Marc had met in the military and soon discovered their mutual interest in BDSM. Through trial and error, they realized neither one them would be content with vanilla sex. They both enjoyed bondage and doling out occasional mild punishments to wayward subs, neither into any of the extremes the lifestyle could lean toward. Ten years ago, they had both saved enough to open this lodge and were finally able to cater to those who were like-minded. Jack had unburdened himself about the tug-of-war feelings he fought for Morgan over the years and Marc had been a good sounding board.
“I’ve told you before, Marc, I’m not risking our relationship by fucking her.” No matter how much he wanted her.
“Then what kind of relationship do you have? Friendship makes for a cold bed, Jack, especially around here when the days can get long and lonely in the winter. I saw the look on her face when she first spotted you by Sandy. That girl has it bad for you and you’d have to be blind not to see it.”
“It’s just hero worship. I was there for her when she was a kid and when no one else was. I’m not taking advantage of that.”
“Shit, Jack. Pull your head out of your ass.” When Jack scowled at him, Marc ignored him and continued. “She’s known you for twenty years and she hasn’t been a kid for nine of those years. Give her a little credit to know what, and who she wants.”
Jack’s scowl turned to a smile at his friend. “You got a look at her ass and you want a piece of that. You’re not fooling me.”
“Well, yeah. Who wouldn’t? So, if you don’t claim her, I just might while she’s here.”
“Not without my permission and presence you won’t, asshole.” Jack knew Marc was just goading him. Marc carried his own hard-on around for a woman and never showed an interest in anyone for longer than a night or two. Besides, he also knew Jack would kill him if he made a move on Morgan.
Walking around the bar, Marc slapped Jack on the back. “Make up your mind, bro. You either want her or you don’t. She’s here, you’re here. Explore a little with her and see where it goes. If it doesn’t work out, you’ve got twenty years of foundation to fall back on. Your friendship will survive.”
“Did yours?”
Marc’s green eyes flashed with pain before he closed off his expression with a mask of indifference. “We didn’t have that bond, the years of friendship, or the trust needed to survive our fallout. That’s a mistake I have to live with.”
Jack felt bad for causing his friend pain. They had both volunteered to help with a newbie weekend at a friend’s club in Omaha last year, but Marc had made the rookie mistake of falling fast and hard for his protégé and pushing her too fast toward a lifestyle she wasn’t prepared to fully accept. He’d had to live with a guilty conscience at the way she ran out on him that last night and refused his calls until he was forced to let the whole weekend and her go. Rising, he apologized. “Sorry, Marc. Let’s call it a night.”
* * *
Morgan awoke to the smell of coffee and the disappointment of an empty bed. So much for hoping Jack couldn’t resist slipping into bed with her and taking her. Then, considering the slender blonde he had fucked last night, why should he want her when he had women like that available and willing? Sighing, she dragged herself out of bed, took a long hot shower, then slipped Jack’s shirt back on before going in search of the big jerk.
Unfortunately, he was nowhere around but his longtime friend Marc was. Morgan had never met Marc personally, but she felt as if she knew him from the way Jack had talked about him over the years. An inch or two shorter than Jack’s six foot four, Marc’s lean but muscled build, ink black hair, and startling green eyes made him a very attractive man. When he greeted her with a warm, toe-curling smile, she smiled back, hoping for an ally.
“Well, good morning. You’re Morgan.”
“I am, and you’re Marc.”
“You’re every bit as pretty as Jack said you were. Coffee?” Marc held up the pot, allowing his eyes a leisurely inspection of her from her bare feet on up.
“Uh, yes, thank you. Is Jack up?” Moving behind the counter, she took a seat on the stool and wrapped her hands around the steaming mug Marc set in front of her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Jack’s checking out your car and retrieving your things. If it’s not drivable, we’ll find a way to get you to Denver and then back home. The storm’s passed so the plows will be out shortly clearing the roads.”
Morgan sipped the hot coffee, but it failed to warm her insides. Jack wanted her gone and if he insisted, she’d have no choice but to go home to her lonely apartment and a job she hated.
“By the look on your face, I assume leaving wasn’t what you had in mind.”
Marc’s kind, knowing gaze made her uncomfortable. “I’m that obvious, am I?”
“You wear your heart on your sleeve, darlin’. You want him that bad?” Folding his arms across his chest, Marc leaned against the stove, never taking his eyes off of her.
Morgan found it difficult to look away from his direct, watchful stare. “I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember.” Sighing, she averted her eyes in embarrassment. “Unfortunately, he only sees the pathetic little girl who pestered him for attention.”
Marc’s eyes went to her breasts, their fullness obvious even wearing the oversized man’s shirt. “Oh, he sees a lot more than you think, Morgan, which is why he’s so adamant about keeping you at arm’s length. Surely you know that.”
He returned the scowl she leveled on him with a nonplussed smile. “I’m not his type,” she growled, which just made him chuckle.
“Darlin’, you don’t know Jack if that’s what you think. He likes ‘em soft and round, just like you.”
“That girl you two were fucking last night wasn’t anything like me and he sure seemed to enjoy taking her.” Morgan couldn’t help the jealous note in her voice and the knowing smirk on Marc’s face only made her scowl ha
rder at him.
“Well, Sandy does have a nice little body and is a pleasure to fuck.”
Morgan ground her teeth, but then couldn’t help grinning at him. “You’re a jerk,” she retorted.
“I’ve been called worse. So, while I whip up some breakfast, why don’t you tell me what you thought of your first experience in a BDSM club.”
“You mean how did I like being tossed over Jack’s lap, my big butt bared in front of everyone, and smacked until I was a blubbering mess?”
Marc grinned at her acerbity. “Yeah, how’d you like that? I know I and several other people enjoyed the hell out of it. You have a gorgeous ass, darlin’.” Marc laughed outright when she stared at him in disbelief.
“I think you need glasses.”
“And I think you’ve been listening to the wrong people.” Pulling eggs and cheese out of the refrigerator, he gave her a ‘more’ motion with his free hand. “Give. Were you mortified, excited, what?”
Morgan found it easy to lose her modesty and, to some extent, her embarrassment, with Marc. His mild manner and friendly smile made him easy to confide in. “At first I was too shocked to be anything, but it didn’t take long for embarrassment to take over. God,” she groaned, resting her head against her hand. “It was so humiliating being treated like a wayward child, and in public no less.”
Breaking some eggs into a bowl, Marc chuckled at her bowed head, her thick dark hair falling down to hide her bright red face. “Come on, Morgan, admit it. By the time Jack finished smacking that cute little bottom, your pussy was wet.”
Morgan raised her head prepared to blast him, but instead found herself giggling at the comical wiggle of his eyebrows. “My butt is not little.”
“Your butt is perfectly proportioned with the rest of you. Now answer me.”
“What are you making?” she asked instead.
“Omelets and quit stalling or you won’t get one.”
“Fine,” she muttered. “Yes, I was excited, but that doesn’t mean the spanking turned me on. It was being half naked with Jack, and just being near him that got me excited.”
“You want him that bad, do you?” Pouring the eggs in the pan, Marc watched her closely, waiting for her answer, as was Jack who had just made a quiet return but remained standing behind her, out of her sight.
“For as long as I can remember. If you had ever wanted anyone that bad, for that long, you would understand why I don’t want to leave, why I need to at least try to get him to see me as a grown woman who wants more than friendship from him.”
Marc shoved aside the image of the young newbie he had taken under his wing for tutoring a year ago on a short trip to Omaha to visit a friend and his new club. He had made a grave mistake with Cassie, one they both had paid for. Instead of enticing her into his world and getting a chance at expanding on their relationship, he had driven her away by expecting too much too soon. His gaze met Jack’s worried look, knowing that was Jack’s fear with Morgan. The difference was Jack and Morgan had known each other for twenty years, were already closer than friends and had a special bond, one he believed would withstand a test to see if they could be more to each other than friends, something he knew they both wanted.
Jack must have seen something in his face, because he slowly shook his head as Marc asked, “Tell me, Morgan, how much do you want Jack? You saw what went on downstairs. How far are you willing to go?”
Morgan recalled the total concentration and desire on Jack’s face as he had first flogged then fucked that girl last night. To be the recipient of such focused desire would be heady; that it came from Jack would be the dream of a lifetime. “I’d try anything he wanted me to.”
“What if you didn’t like it, it was too much for you?”
Morgan shrugged as if that outcome would be no big deal. “He’d stop if I asked him to. And I’d always be his friend, no matter what.”
Her instinct was spot on and reminded Jack of how well he and Morgan knew each other. The memory of her soft ass warming under his hand and the damp heat of her pussy had kept him awake last night as he fought the urge to join her in his bed and take her. Maybe he ought to take advantage of her unexpected appearance to explore a more physical relationship with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he had given in to her, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Still, he couldn’t imagine his life without Morgan in it, a definite risk he would be taking if, in a few days, she ran from him in disillusionment.
“That’s good to know, princess,” he said, making a quick decision to test her.
Morgan jerked, swiveling around in guilt to see Jack leaning nonchalantly against the back of the sofa, his muscular arms folded across his chest, his dark eyes unreadable. “How long have you been there?” She couldn’t prevent the spread of a heated blush over her face even though she glared at him.
“Long enough.” Moving toward her, he dropped a kiss on her nose before taking a seat next to her. “Breakfast about ready?” he asked Marc.
“Just about.”
Morgan’s accusing glare didn’t change his unrepentant grin.
“A look like that will get you punished, darlin’,” Jack warned.
“You could’ve told me he was there before I made an idiot of myself,” she snapped at Marc, ignoring Jack’s threat and the way her nipples tightened and pussy spasmed in reaction to it. Uncomfortable with both men’s close scrutiny, she cursed as she squirmed on her seat. One hour in their club room as an observer and one trip over Jack’s knee had left her in a state of perpetual need.
“Eat, Morgan, and we’ll talk,” Jack instructed, using his no-nonsense tone.
After Marc set a plate with a large, fluffy omelet and bacon in front of each of them then took his seat, Morgan worked up the nerve to ask Jack, “Are you going to make me leave?”
“Your car will have to be towed, but I brought your bag with me. You have three choices, princess.” Jack looked at Marc, silently seeking his encouragement and support. With his encouraging nod, Jack gave in to the inevitable. “I can drive you back to Denver and put you on a plane back to Chicago, or you can hang out here for a few days while you decide what you want to do about your engagement, agreeing to stay up here while this group is playing in the clubhouse.”
Morgan swallowed her bite of eggs with difficulty then sipped her coffee, waiting for her third choice as neither of those appealed to her. When he remained quiet, she tentatively ventured, “And the third choice?”
Setting down his fork, he gave her a direct look. Her pretty topaz eyes stared at him with such hope, such longing, he knew he couldn’t deny her or himself any longer. “Or, you can stay here a few days and we’ll see if you’re really willing to submit to me sexually.” Jack’s cock hardened, seeing desire and excitement replace the wariness in her eyes, and it took all of his considerable control to keep from grabbing her, bending her over the stool, and fucking her until she screamed in pleasure.
“I choose door number three,” she answered before he could change his mind. He was offering her a chance at everything she had ever wanted, she wasn’t about to hesitate now.
“You always were rash and impetuous, princess. Let me show you what that will get you around here. Come here.”
Morgan followed Jack when he rose, walked into the great room, and stopped in front of one of the sofas.
“Strip.”
“Uh?” Morgan’s surprise at his abrupt order kept her rooted in place, gaping at him.
Narrowing his eyes at her, he said, “Your only response should be ‘Yes, sir.’ Do you need me to repeat my order?”
“N-no,” she stammered before casting an embarrassed, nervous look at Marc, who had remained leaning against the kitchen counter, watching her closely.
“Never mind Marc. If you want to be with me, you’ll have to get used to having him around, as well as public play.”
Morgan jerked her gaze back to Jack, relieved to see his eyes soften and the small, one-sided smile on his face that
always made her heart turn over. Feeling clumsy, she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before shrugging it off. Her eyes refused to meet his and her hands clenched into fists to keep from covering herself. As both men stared at her, she had never been more self-conscious of her less than slender figure.
“Look at me, princess.” When she blushed and her eyes met his, Jack wanted to rave at her mother for causing her to feel so undesirable because of her full figure. Reaching out, he fondled her breasts, rubbing his palms against her hard little nipples. “I like a full-figured woman, I like soft and plush.”
Morgan’s mortification swiftly turned to desire as he molded her breasts with his big hands, his palms and then fingers rough on her sensitive nipples. She couldn’t keep from whimpering when he took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching the tender buds until she gasped at the erotic pain. Grasping his wrists, she leaned into him, pleading, “Jack, please.”
Chuckling, he released her breasts, grabbed her hands, and sat on the sofa. “Not yet. Last night you received a spanking as punishment. Now, I’m going to show you how much pleasure you can get from the same act.” Before her surprise caused her to pull away, he tugged her wrists, pulling her between his spread knees then over his right leg. With his left foot, he separated her legs and held them apart.
He had moved so fast, Morgan didn’t realize what he intended until she found herself once again in a prone position over Jack’s lap, her naked ass on display. “Jack, wait…” she gasped, her hands reaching behind her to protect her vulnerable buttocks.
Pushing her hands aside, he landed a hard slap on her right cheek. “Quiet. Either keep your hands out of the way or I’ll have Marc come over here and hold them.” He couldn’t help smiling at how fast she moved her hands.
“I’ll be good,” she complied. It was bad enough he positioned her facing away from Marc, her spread legs revealing everything to his gaze.
“Good girl,” Jack murmured with approval.