Her Master at Last

hen from now on, regardless of what anyone says to you or about you, trust that I like and care about you just as you are. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Morgan knew Jack wouldn’t lie to her or sugarcoat his feelings to spare hers, yet it had only taken a few choice words from her mother to resurrect her insecurities about her body and her appeal. With a forceful, mental shove, she pushed all negative thoughts aside and smiled up at him. “Okay.”

She had given in too easily, but Jack let the matter go for now. Morgan was a work in progress, but he was sure the end result of building her confidence up would be worth the trial of obtaining that worthy goal. Unbuttoning the shirt, he slipped it off and nudged her into the shower with a hand on her warm, red butt. “In you go.”

Morgan stood under the spray and let the heated water cascade over her head and down her body. Stepping in with her, he grabbed the soap and ran his hands over all her lush, wet curves. She moaned, leaned against the wall, and spread her legs without coaxing from him. He smiled at the look of raw carnality on her face, the utter lack of modesty as she thrust against his hand. Soon he would show her the pleasure to be wrought by having those hips securely strapped down, unable to move while he drove her to inexplicable heights over and over.

After soaping her soft brown curls, he lifted her left leg onto the small seat next to her and instructed, “Stay just like that.”

“What are you doing?” She watched him with a wary gaze as he grabbed a razor off the small ledge that held the shampoo and soap.

“Haven’t you ever shaved down here?” He tugged her pubic curls as he squatted in front of her then grinned at the consternation on her face.

“No, of course not. Why would I?”

“I’ll show you why when I’m through. Now, hold real still. I don’t want to hurt you. That could put a damper on our fun for a while. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

Shaking her head, Morgan watched him as he completely denuded her of all pubic hair. Even though she had always kept it trimmed, the new sensations she could feel as he bared her flesh to his gaze and fingers astonished her. He was very thorough, pulling her lips to the side and gliding all the way down to her anus. When finished, he grabbed the showerhead and directed it over her pussy, making her gasp as the warm water hit bare, sensitive flesh. When his fingers joined the water in caressing her soft folds, she closed her eyes against the onslaught of new sensations. She could feel every small touch, each caress of his blunt fingers as he stroked flesh never exposed before, using his thumbs to open her fully to his gaze.

“What a pretty pussy, all swollen and wet, ready for me. Turn the water away and watch me, Morgan.”

Morgan gazed down at him, unable to refuse the demand in his voice. With tormenting slowness, he ran his tongue up her slit, his thumbs keeping her open as he lapped at her. His soft beard brushed her inner thighs, the slight prickles adding to the pleasure of his mouth as his tongue caressed her inner walls, his fingers moving as he stroked her. She couldn’t keep from clasping his head and pushing further into his face. His chuckle vibrated through her sheath, making her thrust against his mouth harder, praying for a deeper, harder touch.

Jack pulled away from his succulent feast and looked up at her red, needy face. “Do you like having a bare pussy, Morgan?”

“God, yes, what’s there not to like? But dammit, Jack, I need to come.”

Jack was pleased to see the sad, haunted look her mother had put in Morgan’s eyes replaced by frustrated, unfulfilled need. Throughout the years he’d had plenty of practice erasing that look from her face, but none were as pleasant as his current method. “You sure are a demanding little sub.”

Her brows drew down in a frown. “Is that what I am, your submissive?”

“You, princess, are my everything, including my sub. Put your hands on your breasts, play with your nipples for me. I enjoyed watching you last night. I haven’t come that hard from jacking off since I was a twelve.”

If she hadn’t needed to get off in the worst way, Morgan would have laid into him for spying on her. As it was, the fact he had seen and watched her at her most vulnerable only turned her on more. Despite the blush heating her face, she smiled down at him. “You’re bad, Jack, very bad.” Her eyes on his, she cupped her breasts in her palms, lifting and squeezing her pliant flesh just the way she liked.

Jack never took his eyes from the sight of her caressing her breasts as he bent his head to taste the succulent flesh between her thighs again. With a voracious appetite, he lapped at her pussy, his lips, tongue, and fingers covering every inch of her bare, wet, soft flesh. In moments she was gasping and thrusting against his face. As his thumb rasped against her clit and his fingers stroked her while his tongue lapped her, seconds later she exploded against his mouth. Her juices coated his tongue and his fingers, her cries rang in his ears, and her body trembled above him as she came apart again and again.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Jack grabbed her buttocks in a tight grip, held her to his face, and set his mouth over her aching swollen clit. With teeth and tongue torturing that sensitive bud, hard hands gripping her sore ass, and her fingers pinching her nipples, Morgan exploded in another climax so fast and so strong it drove the breath from her body.

Without giving her a chance to recover, Jack rose to his feet, turned the showerhead until water cascaded over both their shoulders, then gripped her ass again. “Put your legs around me,” he demanded, his voice rough as he lifted and rammed his cock into her still spasming sheath in one smooth move.

She obeyed without hesitation, wrapping her legs around his pistoning hips, her arms tight around his shoulders, holding onto him as he hammered into her. The warm water running between them assisted in allowing their bodies to move smoothly together as he took her against the wall, his cock huge and hard as he moved with ruthless intensity inside her. The hairs on his chest grazed against her sensitive nipples, and when he finally, finally bent his head to take her mouth in a scorching kiss, his beard rubbed against her face, heightening her pleasure. Moaning into his mouth, she accepted his tongue, tasting herself as she savored her first real kiss from him. She didn’t know which she found more erotic, the way his lips took her mouth or the way his cock took her body. The two together were an irresistible combination causing electrical currents to sizzle through her veins, a forewarning to another impending, mind-blowing orgasm.

Jack reluctantly pulled his mouth away from hers with a low groan. “Christ, what you do to me. Hold on,” was all he managed as he exploded inside her, unable to stop from pounding into her over and over as his release erupted from his balls, up his cock, and into her clasping womb.

As Jack lowered her, Morgan gave him a tight hug. “Remind me never to argue about showering with you again.”

Grabbing a large, warm towel, he dried her off with brisk movements before lifting her and plopping her on the bathroom counter. “Stay there a minute.” Wrapping another towel around his waist, he went into the bedroom and returned with a small package.

“What’s that?” Curious, Morgan watched him open it and remove a small plastic device. His teeth were startling white against his dark beard when he grinned at her, a grin she didn’t trust.

“It’s called a bullet. Trust me, princess, you’ll like this.”

“Someone told me once never to trust a guy when he said ‘trust me.’”

“I meant other guys, and you know it, just as you know you can always trust me with anything. Now, lean back and spread your legs.”

Morgan did as instructed, her look wary as she watched him lift her feet and prop them on the counter. Spreading her knees wide, arousal spiked again, stunning her. She had never been able to get aroused so fast nor so often in such a short time. Nor had her orgasms ever come close to what she experienced with Jack. She either really got off on this kinky stuff, Jack or both. As he spread her labia and inserted the small round object, she decided it was mostly Jack. She couldn’t imagine allowing anyone else to do this to her with the same ease and the same lust-inspiring results.