Her Master at Last

“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.”