Her Master at Last

“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.”