by BJ Wane
“Each cabin has a kitchen, utensils, dishes, and pans. Guests usually bring a supply of food, shop after they get here, or eat in one of the diners in Bear Creek, which is about twenty miles south of here and the closest town. We’ll take you there this week. I imagine you didn’t get to see much of it when you came through. You’ll enjoy the little tourist shops and there’s a bakery Marc can’t seem to stay out of.”
“Hey, can I help it if I have a sweet tooth? Find me a woman who can bake as well as Martha and I’ll marry her in a heartbeat.”
Morgan laughed when Marc gave her a hopeful look. “Forget it. I can’t even boil water without causing a total disaster.”
“That’s no exaggeration, Marc, so be sure to keep her out of our kitchen. Except,” Jack added with a smirk, “for when it comes time for dishes. Cleanup is your job.” Leaning over, he kissed her nose before rising. “I’ll be back up to get you shortly. Marc and I have to see to a few things downstairs for tonight’s gathering. Don’t bother changing, you look great just as you are.”
“I am not going to parade around in front of all those people in nothing but your shirt again,” Morgan stated with belligerence, forgetting his rules as she remembered the embarrassment of having her big butt bared in front of a room full of strangers.
Jack glanced at Marc and then nodded. Before Morgan realized what he intended, Marc had her bent over her stool and the shirt flipped up, baring her naked ass again. “Hey!” she squealed when he landed three hard smacks on her buttocks in rapid succession.
Jack grabbed her shoulders as she stood and glared at both men. “What do you say, Morgan?”
“Fine,” she grumbled, mortified. “I’ll wear the shirt.”
“She’s going to be a fun one, Jack,” Marc said as the two of them walked out.
“I don’t know which will be sorer, our hands or her ass,” Jack replied.
Morgan cleaned up the kitchen with a silly grin on her face and tingling buttocks. She wasn’t sure what Jack had planned for this evening, but she wouldn’t give him any reason to give her another public spanking. Well, she didn’t plan on it anyway. From the little she had witnessed of Jack’s activities downstairs, she knew public play and bondage were a big part of the alternative lifestyle he’d been reluctant to share with her. If she had any hope of making this time with him last, she knew she’d have to submit to his wishes in places other than the privacy of his loft. She couldn’t imagine having her well-endowed body naked and on display and not dying of sheer mortification, but she also could never have imagined her off-the-charts response to getting spanked in front of others.
Putting the last of the dishes away, she swore she’d do her best not to displease or embarrass Jack in front of his friends, even if it meant suffering the humiliation of letting others see her less than perfect body. She just had to remind herself Jack liked her the way she was, and that was all that mattered.
Chapter Six
Jack held Morgan’s hand as he led her into the club an hour later. Clad in nothing but his shirt, she felt conspicuous until she saw what some of the other women were wearing, or not wearing. The night before she had only a limited view of the large room from her hiding place and only a short time to take in the guests and activities before she was found out. At a seating area, she saw a naked woman kneeling between a man’s knees, her mouth busy sucking his cock while he kept one hand fisted in her hair and casually sipped his drink with the other.
“Bill, are you and your pretty sub having a good time this weekend?” Jack asked, pulling her close to his side.
“We always do, Jack. I’ve had a hectic schedule the past few months and needed some down time. Who do we have here?” Bill nodded toward Morgan.
“This is Morgan. Morgan, Master Bill and Lori come up a few times a year. Bill’s a district attorney and Lori’s a teacher.”
Morgan smiled and nodded at the couple, not sure what to say since Lori had her mouth filled with Bill’s cock and made no move to release him to acknowledge the introduction. The two men discussed the excellent conditions for skiing for a few moments before they moved on.
“People sure aren’t shy here, are they?” Morgan asked when they stopped in front of a scene area with a raised padded bench over which lay yet another naked woman.
“No, but everyone here has been in the lifestyle for a while. That’s one of the reasons they come up here. They can get a nice ski trip and indulge in their alternate proclivities. There aren’t too many places where people who enjoy bondage and domination can go to socialize, making it a lonely lifestyle at times. Watch. I think you’d enjoy this apparatus.” Jack kept a close eye on Morgan’s reaction, looking for signs of unease he might need to address before he went ahead with the scene he had planned for her.
The lowered head of the bench put the woman’s ass on prominent display. An older, good-looking man moved behind her holding a round leather paddle, which he brought down with a resounding whack on her right buttock. Morgan shifted in unease as she watched the woman get a sound paddling, her ass turning bright red. Her pussy, clearly visible between her widely spread knees, revealed the damp proof of her excitement. She gasped or cried out with each strike of the paddle but her hips lifted in eager anticipation of the next one.
Morgan had no trouble recalling how the pain from her spanking this morning had turned to pleasure and how knowing Marc was watching added to her excitement. When Jack lowered his arm from around her waist and slid his big hand under the shirt so he could rub her buttocks, it took supreme willpower to bite back a moan of pleasure. Maybe letting him pleasure me in public won’t be as difficult as I’d imagined, she thought as she leaned into his caresses.
Chuckling, Jack murmured in her ear, “I think you’re ready for your own scene.” He made one light graze over her slit before he grabbed her hand. “Come with me.” He pulled her over to the dangling chain where he had tethered Sandy the night before. “Don’t move,” he instructed before striding to the back wall where various paddles and floggers and an assortment of cuffs hung.
Wary, Morgan watched him grab a set of cuffs, a flogger, and a long metal bar with cuffs attached on each end before returning to stand in front of her. When his hands went to the buttons on her shirt, Morgan couldn’t keep from taking a quick, frantic look around to see who watched. “Jack, I mean master,” she quickly amended when he scowled. “Wait.”
“No, princess. If I wait, it’ll give you too much time to think and right now I want you to feel.” Spreading her shirt, he slipped a finger between her folds, watching as her eyes widened in first surprise then arousal. Removing his finger, he held up the glistening digit. “Watching Mindy get paddled excited you, as I knew it would. Trust me to know what you’ll like. Can you do that?”
Morgan nodded her head before she lost her nerve. Jack slipped the shirt off then buckled the cuffs on her wrists, checking for tightness before raising her arms above her head and attaching the cuffs to the dangling chain. A heated blush started at her chest and crept up her neck to cover her face. Looking away from the people mingling nearby didn’t ease her shame.
“Morgan, look at me,” he demanded, moving in front of her so his big body blocked her view of the people moving past. “Keep your eyes on me and you’ll be fine.” Reaching out, he cupped a full breast and ran his thumb over the distended tip. “I think you’re beautiful, and my opinion is all you need to concern yourself with. For tonight, all you have to say is stop if I do something you don’t like or are uncomfortable with. Okay?”
“Okay, stop.”
Grinning, he tweaked her nipple. “I’ll ignore that.” Kneeling, he attached the spreader bar to her ankles, leaving her open and vulnerable. Nodding to Marc, he moved to the wall, raised the chain until her arms were stretched tautly, watching her the whole time for signs of discomfort or stress. She was a little nervous, and a lot embarrassed, but otherwise kept her eyes on his and remained calm. “That’s my girl,” he praised her before picki
ng up the flogger and moving behind her as Marc stepped in front of her. Perfect.
“Relax, darlin’,” Marc said, his eyes calm and steady on hers when she pulled on the chain and her breath hitched in panic. “We’re just going to make you feel good.”
“We?” she squeaked, ignoring the way her heartbeat sped up with excitement. Morgan couldn’t deny how her arousal spiked when she tested her bonds and discovered she had very little movement, or choice in what they had planned. Jack’s praise and both men’s calm, take-charge attitude went a long way in lessening the mortification of being bound naked in front of others and heightening her expectation.
“We,” Jack whispered in her ear from behind her. Grabbing her hair, he turned her head and kissed her, hard. “Trust me.”
Morgan looked up into his dark eyes a moment before nodding once.
“Good girl.”
She basked in the additional praise that warmed her as much as his hot look. When Marc cupped her face, tilted her up until her lips met his, she sank against him, trusting both Jack and his friend to take care of her. Marc’s lips were soft, coaxing her to open for his tongue. Just as she relaxed enough to enjoy his kiss and his lean body against hers, a snap of leather fell across her buttocks followed by a light sting that faded too soon. Marc pulled his mouth from hers, but she didn’t have time to mourn the loss as he cupped her breasts, his fingers grasping her nipples as the flogger kissed her buttocks again.
Morgan embraced the dual assault on her senses, the light strokes of the flogger that left behind a biting sting that quickly warmed to pleasure, and the hard pinching of Marc’s fingers on her nipples. It wasn’t long before she was swaying back to meet the downward stroke of the flogger while thrusting her breasts into Marc’s hands. Being restrained, unable to move her arms or legs, heightened her vulnerability and increased her pleasure, sensations she could get used to.
“You have lovely breasts, Morgan,” Marc whispered before taking one taut peak into his mouth and pulling on it, his mouth sucking hard while he pulled and twisted her other nipple.
“Oh, God!” she gasped when Jack applied the flogger a little harder just as Marc pinched one nipple harder and took a deeper pull on the other one. Her buttocks burned, the burn turning to blistering heat that spread down to her pussy. Spasming in desperate need, she begged without shame, “Please, sir. Master Jack, please.”
Both men chuckled at her stammered pleading but didn’t relent in their torture. “Do you like the flogger, princess?” Jack asked right before landing a sharp strike across the top of her thighs.
“Yes,” she yelped as the leather bit against her tender thighs and then again across her ass. When Marc moved a hand down her waist and caressed her bare pussy lips, she couldn’t keep from thrusting against him, begging for a deeper touch.
“Such soft lips,” Marc murmured, stroking her labia before spreading her folds and slipping two fingers into her slick sheath. “Mmmm, soft in here too, and wet. Very, very wet.” His lips came down on hers again, harder this time as his fingers went deeper.
When Marc’s thumb rasped against her clit the same time as the flogger landed with a wicked snap across both buttocks, she screamed out her pleasure. The climax erupted with unforgiving speed and force, leaving her gasping and shaking.
Jack dropped the flogger and ran his hand over Morgan’s striped, red buttocks and thighs before delving between her legs and slipping into her still spasming vagina. When she leaned back against him in total trust, he smiled at Marc around her damp body. “Again, Morgan.”
Morgan moaned, shaking her head. “I can’t.”
“Sure you can. Here, we’ll show you.”
And then Jack finger-fucked her from behind, his hands slipping between her legs and her buttocks to delve deeply into both orifices. With Marc’s lips back on her nipples and his fingers joining Jack’s between her legs, they both brought her to another quick, stunning peak that rivaled the first one for intensity.
Exhausted and sated from sensory overload, her mind still in an orgasm-induced fog, she never noticed when the men released her and Jack carried her to a chair, cuddling her on his lap. She barely remembered drinking a bottle of water he practically poured down her throat before being carried upstairs and tucked into bed.
Morgan fell asleep alone, but woke when Jack joined her several hours later. Feeling him pull her next to his hard body, she had no trouble falling back asleep.
* * *
Being careful, Jack picked up Morgan’s left hand, raised it above her head, and attached the wrist cuff, pleased she had not woken yet. She had climaxed so beautifully last night while restrained, he wanted to see her do it again and again. Damn if she hadn’t surpassed all his hopes already, not only enjoying his sexual preferences, but embracing them with wholehearted enthusiasm despite her obvious discomfort with her naked body. Her soft moan when she shifted as he cuffed her right wrist had his cock stirring. Since he’d refrained from taking her again last night, he was more than ready to feel her tight sheath clasping his cock again. But first, he needed to finish binding her. Gently lifting her left leg, he wrapped a larger cuff around her thigh and tightened the strap, leaving her leg bent and pulled to the side. After doing the same with her right leg, he sat back and viewed his handiwork. Knees bent and spread, hips lifted, she lay open and ready for his use.
Running his hands over her legs, he bent down and took a slow lick up her seam, eliciting another soft moan from her. “Wake up, princess. It’s time to play.” Using his thumbs, he pulled her smooth folds further apart, revealing the pink, wet walls of her pussy. “You’re so pretty, Morgan, pretty enough to eat.” Another deep stroke of his tongue had her eyes flying open and her hips jerking against his mouth. Chuckling, he murmured, “There you are,” before diving back in to feast on her succulent flesh.
Morgan woke to the torturous sensations of Jack’s mouth between her legs, his beard rasping against her tender skin, and instinctively tried to lower her arms to grasp him anywhere she could. When she couldn’t budge, her arousal spiked even higher, her hips jerking against his face. Who would have thought being rendered immobile during sex could be so exciting? When his fingers joined his tongue in her pussy, she strained harder toward his mouth, whimpering in frustration and unfulfilled need. “Jack, master, please.”
Jack looked up at her lush breasts as they jiggled with her failed efforts then at her flushed face. “I like hearing you beg almost as much as I like hearing you come. Come for me now, Morgan.”
“Oh, God.”
He gave her no time to take a breath before delving inside her again, getting down to using his tongue, teeth, and fingers to bring her to a shattering climax. The strong suction of his lips on her clit had her shaking, the small bite of his teeth had her screaming, and the deep strokes of his fingers had her coming apart over and over until she couldn’t tell when one orgasm stopped and another began.
Moving up her slick body, he stopped to suckle her hard little nipples before taking her mouth in a deep kiss. Morgan tasted herself on his tongue as she kissed him back with greedy fervor, forgetting to breathe as their lips dueled for possession. Moaning into his mouth, she licked every essence of herself from his tongue before doing the same with his lips, loving the feel of his whiskers against her cheeks.
“You’ve got a very talented tongue, princess. Why don’t you show me what else you can do with it?”
Smiling, she replied, “I’d love to,” before opening her mouth to reciprocate the pleasure he had given her.
Jack straddled her face, grabbed the headboard between her restrained arms, and dipped his cock into her mouth, cursing as her lips wrapped around him and her tongue explored every inch of his dick. Careful not to go too deep, he took shallow dips in and out of her mouth, the strong suction of her cheeks and coaxing swirls of her tongue around his girth coming close to making him come right then. “Fuck, you’re good at this. I’d be jealous if I wasn’t enjoying your obvious exp
erience so much.”
Morgan could have told him she had very little experience in giving head simply because she had never cared for the act before now. But, as with everything else he had done with and to her, she discovered there was little she couldn’t imagine enjoying with Jack. His cock was big, both in length and width, and filled her mouth almost to the point of discomfort. She liked learning the taste and the feel of every hard ridge. When he pulled up again, she tightened her clasped lips around the plum-shaped head and sucked it like a lollipop, drawing another curse from Jack. Pre-come coated her tongue, and she lapped it up, disappointed when he pulled away from her before she got the chance to taste all of him in her mouth.
“But you didn’t…” she complained when he scooted down and settled between her spread knees.
“Next time,” he replied, his voice gruff as he shoved his cock into her pussy. “Right now I need to fuck you.”
“Oh, okay,” she gasped, accepting his forceful, deep thrusts inside her with eager lifts of her hips, the leather straps biting into her thighs adding to the onslaught of sensations spiraling out of control.
“Shit, I’m not going to last. You feel too fucking good. Come with me,” he demanded, reaching down to press her clit even harder against his pummeling cock, making her cry out as she soaked his cock with her come. “Yes.” Taking her mouth with as much ruthless intent as he took her body, he pounded into her, his cock filling her womb with his seed.
When he reached up to release her arms, Morgan clasped them around his sweat-slick back, loving the feel of his large hard body moving against hers as his strokes slowed and they both caught their breath. “I could quickly become a morning person if I got to wake up like that all the time,” she whispered in his ear.