Jack smiled at the consternation on her expressive face. Between the dampness seeping from her pretty pussy, her flushed face, and her heavy breathing, he knew she liked having him teach her new things. Pulling out some bondage tape, he attached the small control box to her side before lowering her legs and lifting her down.
“There. All set for some fun on the slopes. I’ll put a snowsuit and jacket on the bed for you. Slip my shirt on first and a pair of my socks. Really, Morgan. I looked in your bag. What were you thinking, coming up here in the middle of winter and packing nothing but a pair of jeans and a few tops?”
“Can we discuss my piss-poor packing later? I want to know what this thing is you have shoved in me.”
Kissing her nose, he nudged her out of the bathroom with a hand on her ass. “I’ll show you in a little while. Marc already has some of our guests on the ski slopes. I need to see if he needs my help. Get a move on.”
Fifteen minutes later Morgan sat bundled in Jack’s Tahoe enjoying the view as he skillfully maneuvered the four-wheel drive the few miles to the ski lifts and slopes. The bright sun had chased away all the clouds and shone against the pristine whiteness of the landscape. Now that she wasn’t fighting blustery north winds and blinding, blowing snow, she could appreciate the beauty of the mountains. Though the temperature remained frigidly cold, the bright blue snowsuit Jack had selected for her along with the boots, gloves, and attached hood, kept her plenty warm. The soft, pulsing vibrations starting up in her pussy spread that warmth even further.
“Jack,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I thought you wanted to know what the bullet does. That’s just the first setting, enough to let you know it’s there, not quite enough to get you off.”
Glaring at him, it took all her willpower not to shift against the seat or rub herself to ease the ache of unfulfilled lust. This was nothing short of torture. “Dammit, turn it off, you sadistic bastard.”
“Now, princess, is that any way to talk to the man who spent the morning giving you numerous mind-blowing orgasms?” God, he loved her open expressions, enthusiasms, and frustrations. With Morgan, he would never have to wonder if something was too much or too little. She had no problem expressing herself.
“I’m going to give you a mind-blowing smack if you don’t stop that thing. Please, Jack,” she pleaded, trying to ignore the way her pussy clutched the small plastic torture device, attempting to coax it into giving her more stimulat
ion.
Reaching into his pocket, he switched it off with the remote. He didn’t want to frustrate her too much; at least, not yet. “Better?”
Morgan let out a relieved sigh. “Yes, thank you.”
Marc saw Jack pull in and strode over to greet him, masking his envy. Having known Jack for over fifteen years, since their Army days, he well knew of his fondness for Morgan and the war he had waged within himself since returning from her college graduation. He knew of the love he had for first the young, neglected girl, then the insecure young woman, and the battle of keeping her at arm’s length he was losing. He knew all too well how the best of intentions could backfire when lust interfered, how those feelings could quickly change when one couldn’t accept the demanding lifestyle of a dominant lover.
Jack and Morgan got out of his Tahoe and Marc knew just by looking at them they had spent the past few hours exploring some of Jack’s preferences in the bedroom. From the look of stunned, sated pleasure on Morgan’s pretty face, he’d say she had no problem with whatever Jack had dished out. Recalling the look of her draped over Jack’s lap, her round, soft buttocks lifting for the feel of Jack’s hand, the wetness of her pussy evident between her splayed legs, he was pretty sure she had accepted everything else he had heaped upon her with equal ardor and enthusiasm.
“Nice of you to join us,” Marc greeted Jack.
“Sorry, man. Time got away from me. I’ll take over if you want.” Jack felt bad about leaving his friend and partner to see to their guests alone. “Any problems?”
“No, and I’m just giving you a hard time. This group has been here enough times they know the ropes and the rules. Jeff’s up on the slopes answering questions and giving pointers to those with little or no experience. We have two of the Arctic Cats out, the rest on skis.”
“Okay. We’ll ride up and help Jeff then I want to take Morgan out on one of the Cats.”
“What’s that?” Morgan asked.
Marc smiled at her. She looked cute all bundled up with only her face showing, her nose pink with the cold. “They’re snowmobiles. We have five two-seaters and a few one-seaters. They’re built for smooth riding, but they’re fast nonetheless.”
“Boys and their toys,” she quipped with a grin.
“You like the toy you’re wearing now, Morgan, don’t deny it,” Jack teased her, referring to the small vibrator nestled inside her pussy.
“Jack!” she hissed, mortified Marc might know what he’s referring to.
Marc looked at Jack and when he simply said ‘bullet,’ Marc chuckled at Morgan’s reaction. “Considering what I saw this morning, darlin’, knowing you have that little toy tucked inside you is nothing. Are you enjoying yourself?”
Morgan glared up at Jack. “He’s as insufferable as you. I want to go skiing now.”
“Now that’s the Morgan Jack has described to me over the years. She’s pouting, Jack. You’d better let her have some fun so she’ll be more malleable tonight.”
“What’s tonight?” she asked the two grinning loons.
“Come on. Ignore him, he’s just jealous and wants to cause trouble.”
Thinking he was right, Marc watched Jack swing an arm around Morgan and lead her to the lifts that would take them up to the slopes and snowmobiling trails. Yes, he was jealous. There seemed to be a good chance this would work out for Jack and Morgan, and he couldn’t be happier for them. He would have liked the chance to explore the strong feelings he had for Cassie last year, but he blew his chance with her through sheer arrogance and stupidity. He knew Jack would proceed with more caution with Morgan than he had with Cassie.