by BJ Wane
He led her into the courtesy building, which held the restrooms and a small kitchen stocked with hot drinks and snacks. The caterer they used for the lodge kept this place supplied with refreshments as well and he was relieved to find they had made it up here this morning after the storm yesterday. Along with coffee, tea, and hot chocolate, there were sandwiches, a huge pot of steaming hot chicken noodle soup and several kinds of cookies.
After finishing their hot drinks and soup, Jack led her back outside and over to a big garage where they housed the snowmobiles. There was only one two-seater not being used, and he helped her onto the backseat before straddling the front. “Hold onto me, Morgan. We’ll start slow until you get used to it. When I turn, lean into the turn. Got it?”
“Got it.” Morgan grabbed Jack around his waist, grateful for his big body as he started up the Cat and they left the garage. Once out in the open, he picked up speed, hollered “Hold on!” and let the machine fly. Her screech rent the air as the cold air whipped around them, urging her to snuggle closer against Jack’s back. When she felt the vibrations start up again in her pussy, she welcomed the distraction and the heat.
Jack cast a swift look behind him, asking, “More?”
Morgan could only nod her head as the vibrations from the snowmobile underneath her and Jack’s hard body in front of her added to the stimulating pulses filling her pussy. As he guided them with smooth expertise over small slopes, around trees, and across the snow-covered ground, the small vibrator picked up speed and intensity, throwing her into a maelstrom of sensations. Rubbing her crotch against the seat and as close to Jack as possible, she was soon screaming out a climax that drove away the cold and left her shaken. Pleasure still whipped through her body, small aftershocks of coming completing apart in ecstasy, when he slowed down and brought them back to the garage.
Morgan’s legs wobbled when Jack helped her off and his knowing smirk didn’t make matters any better. “I swear, Jack, I’ve come more in the last twenty-four hours than I have in the last ten years. Had I known about all these little tricks you like to practice, I would’ve shown up on your doorstep ages ago.”
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her hard and long before saying, “There’s more, princess, if you’re brave enough and trust me to take care of you.”
“I’ve always trusted you, Jack.”
* * *
Morgan sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in Jack and Marc’s loft, her sketch pad in her lap and her eyes on the pristine view in front of her. For as far as she could see, snow-covered mountains and trees blanketed by blue sky stretched out before her. Dressed again in one of Jack’s shirts and a pair of his socks, kept warm by the blazing fire he had started when they returned from the slopes, she was more relaxed and content than she ever remembered feeling. She didn’t know how much credit went to being away from Chicago, Joel, and her parents’ expectations of her, or to being with Jack again and having her long-awaited dream of crossing the bridge from just friends to lovers realized. Either way, she would bask in this feeling for as long as it lasted.
Thus far, Jack seemed happy to have her around and pleased with her sexual responses. Now, if only she knew how to keep him that way. Twenty-four hours in his presence, less than that since they had become lovers, and already she couldn’t imagine returning to her staid existence and the bland sex she had experienced. If this didn’t work out with Jack, she didn’t know what she’d do. She couldn’t imagine lying over another man’s lap to be spanked and finger-fucked until she was writhing and screaming in climax or allowing another to insert a vibrator and get her off while whipping around on a snowmobile. Recalling that feeling of all-encompassing pleasure enveloping her as she went flying on the Cat made her smile and tighten her legs, squeezing her now empty pussy.
“What’re you drawing there, princess?” Jack asked as he came up behind her and rested his hands on her sun-warmed shoulders.
Engrossed in reliving the ecstasy of the past few hours, she hadn’t heard him return to the loft. Smiling up at him, she lifted the sketch pad, hoping her thoughts didn’t show on her face. “What do you think? I love this view and thought you might like a painting of it. Of course, it won’t compare to the real thing, but…”
“I think if the painting is half as good as that sketch, it’ll be stunning. Now tell me what you were thinking about. You had a pleased smile on those pretty lips when I walked in.”
Morgan turned her attention back to the window, hoping he would think it was the warmth from the fireplace and the sun shining on her face that brought on her blush. “Just thinking about the last few days and all the changes in my life.”
Jack kneaded her shoulders, his dark eyes shifting from the top of her head to look at the view he often took for granted. “Am I moving too fast for you, Morgan?” He had put her through the wringer this morning and already he was planning on taking her again before they went downstairs to join his guests in the club room. Although he would refrain from taking her in public tonight, he did plan to scene with her, a scene that included Marc. Maybe he should alter his plans, he thought when she turned a panicked look of denial up at him.
“No! Jack, don’t you dare think about backing off when we’ve just started.”
“Easy. You’re new to all this and this is a turn in our relationship we’ve both either fought or avoided for years. It would be prudent on my part, being older and wiser,” he grinned in mockery, “to make sure I don’t push you too far too fast.”
Jumping up from her chair, she turned to glare up at him. “You’re the one who fought and avoided this for years, not me. I’ve waited a long time for a chance to be more than just your friend, and I don’t want to slow down. In fact, if you sped up my education it wouldn’t bother me in the least.”
Damn her, didn’t she realize what a challenge like that could do to a dominant such as him? Maybe he ought to show her, he thought, as he recalled the sound of her hoarse voice crying out behind him on the snowmobile. “Is that so? I think you’ve gotten a little too warm sitting here in front of the fireplace and the sun, princess.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her into the kitchen, instructing, “Strip.”
Morgan knew better than to question him or balk at his order. Although she was a little worried about what he had planned, especially when she saw him put a few ice cubes in a glass before turning back to her, she quickly divested herself of his shirt. Her nipples beaded into stiff points when he walked back over to where she stood by the island counter, his eyes hot on her breasts.
“Very good. No backtalk, I like that.”
“Um, Jack…”
“Sir, or master.”
Morgan’s brows furrowed in a frown at his order. “What?”
“You heard me. When we’re having sex, which we will be shortly, you’ll address me properly, whether we’re up here, downstairs, outside, or wherever we happen to be.” Gripping her arm, he ran the cold ice-filled glass over her right nipple, enjoying the sight of it puckering into an even tighter bud and the sound of her startled squeal.
“Shit! That’s frigid, Ja…” At his glare she quickly said, “Sir.”
Ignoring her complaint, Jack turned her and pushed her over the counter. “Rest on your elbows and don’t move from there.” With his foot, he pushed her legs further apart until he had a clear view of her already damp sheath. Leaning over her, he set the glass on the counter before plucking two ice cubes from it. “I’ll keep you warm on this side, how’s that,” he murmured in her ear as he reached under her and ran the ice over her nipples, her dangling breasts making it easy to concentrate on tormenting just those enticing buds.
Morgan gasped as her nipples grew numb, the heat from Jack’s body behind her an erotic contrast. His jean-clad legs molded against her naked ones, his hips pressed to hers, the thermal shirt covering his hard chest against her back warm and heavy. His arms enclosed around her as he tormented her nipples with the frigid cubes until they were numb. When he lif
ted away from her, she moaned at the loss of his heat then cried out when his hand landed sharply on her ass.
“This is another way to warm you up, princess.” Dropping the ice, Jack caressed her stiff, ice-cold nipples as he continued to smack her bottom, using both hands to warm her.
Sharp needles of pain heralded the return circulation to her nipples, her ass warming from Jack’s precise sharp slaps. Their initial sting soon turned to heated pleasure as he tormented her body with masterful expertise. As the painful throbbing of her nipples slowly morphed into pleasure, his smacks grew harder, eliciting a moan from her even as she lifted and shoved back for more.
Jack chuckled at her eager response, loving the bright red hue covering her round cheeks and her now warm, stiff nipples that were poking his palm. A few more hard swats across both buttocks and then he moved behind her to run his fingers through her wet slit.
Morgan cried out when he thrust two fingers into her pussy, ruthlessly driving her to a fast and furious climax. It took every effort to remain bent over, in position, as he drove her to heights of ecstasy she had only ever achieved with him. Shaken, she barely heard him when he demanded, “Again,” and could do nothing but obey as his skillful fingers worked her sheath with masterful strokes, bringing her to another swift orgasm.
She whimpered with the slow removal of his fingers from her still spasming pussy, then shuddered on a low moan when he drew them up to circle her anus before pushing with slow, relentless intention into her tight, forbidden hole.
“Jack!” she cried out at the pleasure/pain as he filled her, then whimpered at the sharp crack of his free hand on her thigh.
“What do you call me?”
“Master… please, it’s too much.” Morgan thought it would be weird calling the man she has known since she was a kid ‘master,’ but the ease with which the title escaped her mouth surprised her as did how right it sounded in this situation.
“Did you know some women can come from anal stimulation alone? I wonder if you’re one of those women.”
Morgan buried her head in her arms, her body covered in a light sheen of perspiration, shaking from the onslaught of sensations. His fingers were huge in her ass, but the pain of their entry soon proved stimulating as he stroked sensitive nerve endings that sent pulsing heat down to her empty pussy. It took only moments before she pushed back against his shallow thrusts, accepting his invasion of her most private orifice and the pleasure he wrought from her. When Jack used his free hand to glide over her smooth lips, spreading her juices before slapping against her pussy, she screamed with her body’s blistering, heated response.
Again and again, in tandem with his thrusting fingers, his hand smacked against her soft, damp flesh, wringing even more pleasure from her. Succumbing to the sensory overload, Morgan let go and came apart. Lifting her hips for more, spreading her legs wider for easier access, she relished each ruthless stroke into her ass and each sharp slap against her bare labia until she once again screamed out her pleasure.
Jack gave her no chance to catch her breath or her thoughts before shoving down his jeans and driving into her reddened, hot pussy. Her slick walls clasped around his cock and held him in a tight fist as he pummeled her depths with deep, hard strokes. He didn’t expect her to come again, and thus was astonished when she gripped him with another orgasm, her climax gushing over his cock in damp relief, her walls milking his own come from him. Grasping her hips, he took her hard and fast, holding her still in a tight grip for his invasion and to ensure she didn’t collapse on him. The pleasure of fucking her swamped his senses, damn near driving him to his knees.
Jack slowly pulled from her clinging warmth and lifted her off the counter, turning her into his arms. “Are you all right?” When she giggled and snuggled into him, he had his answer.
“I’ve got to quit challenging you. I won’t survive if I don’t.”
“Good advice, but I doubt if you heed it for long. Why don’t you go soak in the bath for an hour while I start dinner?”
* * *
Morgan winced as she sank down into the deep tub filled with swirling hot water. She hadn’t realized how sore she was until now, but the blessed warmth and pulsating jets went a long way toward easing her discomfort. Laying her head back on the cushioned headrest, she sighed as her body relaxed and her mind wandered. She could get used to this. Just being around Jack was an aphrodisiac for her and recalling the feel of his hard cock moving with forceful strokes inside of her, stretching and filling her, was enough to cause her pussy to spasm with renewed need. I’m insatiable, she thought as she reached beneath the water to cup her pussy, the smooth folds soft and pliant beneath her fingers.
Jack leaned against the door, smiling. This was becoming a habit, he realized, spying on her as she pleasured herself. But not a habit he was anxious to break. Marc joined him just in time to see Morgan wince in discomfort.
“You might want to ease up a little,” Marc admonished, frowning at Jack.
Morgan’s eyes flew open at the sound of Marc’s voice. Her hands went instinctively to cover herself as she glared at the two grinning men. “Do you mind?” she snapped, irritated at having her solitude interrupted.
“Actually, no, we don’t.” Jack smiled, ignoring her frown and glare. “Need help washing?”
“No, now get out, both of you.”
“She’s no fun,” Marc complained, unruffled by her demand.
Raising a dark brow, Jack drawled, “I beg to differ, but we’ll leave proof of that for this evening. Finish up, Morgan. I’m ready to put the steaks on.”
The thought of food had her scrambling to obey. “Shoo. I’ll be out in a minute.”
* * *
“You’re really not considering taking her again tonight, are you?” Marc demanded as they walked back into the kitchen.
“Relax, papa bear,” Jack returned dryly, checking the indoor grill for readiness. “I thought we’d scene with her together tonight, introduce her slowly to play in the club room, and give you a chance to get to know her better. You game?”
Marc turned from grabbing the plates. “Sure, as long as there’s another available sub willing to let me finish with her.”
“Like that’s ever been a problem for you. There’re several people in this group who are willing to share, as you well know.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, Jack?”
Jack saw the pain in Marc’s green eyes and heard the remorse in his voice. “She was too young and too inexperienced, Marc. Morgan isn’t Cassie.”
“She’s older, but just as inexperienced. Doesn’t that worry you?”
“You’re the one who pushed me to go for it,” Jack reminded him while tossing the steaks on the grill.
“But I didn’t think you’d move so fast. What’s the hurry?” Marc finished setting the table and retrieved a bottle of wine from a small wine refrigerator.
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess after waiting so long for her, I feel the need to tie her to me. We’re both experienced enough to know if she’s not receptive and neither of us will have a problem backing off.”
“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?”