“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.”