Her Master at Last

“Dammit, mother,” Morgan burst out, letting her anger surface. “I told you before I left to cancel it, that the wedding is off. How can you want me to marry him after what he did?” She didn’t love Joel, but his betrayal still hurt.

“Don’t curse at me, young lady. And really, what did he do that was so awful? Women can’t really expect a man not to stray once in a while, dear, especially someone like you who doesn’t have many prospects to begin with. If you had taken after me and been blessed with a petite body or at least been passably attractive, you could be a little choosier. As it is, I’ve smoothed things over for you and Joel is willing to take you back. I’ll tell your father to expect you back at work this week,” she stated firmly, confident her wishes would be met.

Ignoring the seeds of doubt her mother planted, she firmed her voice. “Again, I’m not coming home right now, and when or if I do, it won’t be to pick up where I left off. There will be no wedding, at least not to Joel.”

“Don’t tell me that man has asked you to marry him!”

Her mother’s appalled voice would have made her laugh if Morgan wasn’t so upset over the disbelief in her tone. The truth was, Jack hadn’t said a word about her staying with him and she wondered if he expected her to leave after a few days, and wanted their relationship to return to friends only after the weather cleared enough for her to get home. The thought of returning home to her boring, unsatisfying job and lonely apartment was depressing and something she didn’t want to think about.

“No,” she sighed, “he hasn’t asked me to marry him, so you can quit panicking. I don’t know how long I’m going to stay here, but in the meantime, I suggest you cancel any and all wedding plans and tell Joel I meant it when I told him to go to hell. Goodbye, mother.”

As always, speaking with her mother left Morgan emotionally drained and insecure, and more so since they’d argued. She wished she knew how Jack felt about their new relationship. He seemed happy now to have her here, and she knew she pleased him sexually, but as far as anything permanent between them, that had never come up. One thing was for certain. Even if she didn’t stay here with Jack like she wanted to, she wouldn’t return to her old life. Somehow, she’d find a way to pursue her art and make a living at it, and it wouldn’t be in Chicago or anywhere near her parents. Looking out at the snow-covered landscape, right now somewhere down south sounded pretty good.

After heating up leftovers she found in the fridge for lunch, Morgan decided she needed some exercise and since there was so much snow, the only thing she could think of was building a snowman. After dressing in a pair of jeans and sweater, she tugged knee-high snow boots on over her pants, zipped up her heavy jacket, and pulled on mittens before trudging outside. With everyone either on the slopes or in town checking out the shops and restaurants, eerie quietness greeted her as she stepped out into the bright glare bouncing off the snow-covered ground.

Trying not to think about her mother’s phone call, Morgan had fun working on a snowman. Used to entertaining herself ever since she was a child, especially when Jack wasn’t around, she had no problem killing time until he returned. By the time he came driving up, she had completed a four-foot figure and beamed proudly at it as Jack got out of the Tahoe.

Jack grinned at the large mounds on the chest. “Let me guess,” he called out to her, “a snow woman, right?”

“Of course. Come on, Jack. Let’s build one together.”

Jack was tempted, especially since she looked awfully cute with her hood up and tied snugly under her chin, the fur trim framing her pink face. But he was cold and tired and needed a break before the get-together tonight, which would be the last one before this group checked out tomorrow. “Later, princess. I’m going to warm up.”

After he turned to head inside, she pissed him off with a well-aimed snowball smacking the back of his head. Shaking the snow out of his hair, he glared at her. “Morgan, stop it right…” Before he could finish, another snowball landed against his chest.

Laughing at his incredulous look, Morgan pleaded, “Come on, Jack. Just for a little bit. I haven’t had anyone to play with all afternoon.”

Jack couldn’t keep from succumbing to her cajoling and enthusiasm for the simple play. He couldn’t count how many times she had used that line on him growing up. Shoving aside his tiredness, he warned, “You’re going to be sorry.” Scooping up snow as he trudged toward her, he pelted her with snowballs faster than she could retaliate.

Squealing, Morgan tried to return some shots of her own, but it soon became obvious Jack had a lot more practice at snowball fights than she had. Her only recourse was to run, but she soon discovered he also had more practice running in deep snow. Within seconds, he had her tackled and hauled against him, their cold lips fusing together.

“It was very bad of you not to listen to me, princess. Plus, you lost,” Jack said against her mouth, their cold breath mingling.

Out of breath from laughing and running, Morgan panted, “You cheated.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know, I just know you did.”

“Mmm, seems to me you’ve used that line on me also over the years, usually when you lost at whatever we were playing.”

“And then you’d let me win.” She gave him her best hopeful little girl look.

“Not gonna happen this time. This time, you’ll suffer grownup consequences for defying me.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to a gazebo with benches built onto the sides.

Sputtering, Morgan asked, “What are you doing? Let’s go in, I’m cold.”

Jack undid her jeans with quick, deft fingers, shoved them down, and pulled her over his lap as he sat down. “One guess as to what I’m doing.”

“Damn it, Jack, it’s freezing out here!” she complained, all humor having fled when she realized his intentions. “Let me up! What if someone sees?”

Chuckling, Jack landed a hard swat on her ass. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a quick warm-up.”

She was cold and embarrassed, more so when she saw Marc pull up and he and two couples took their time unloading their skis while Jack peppere

d her wriggling ass with swift, hard slaps. But as usual, it took only moments for the pain encompassing her buttocks to turn her on. Cursing, she turned her head away from her grinning audience and quit struggling. True to his word, his ass did warm quickly under his hand until her cold buttocks burned, each smack a little harder, each response a little more needy. Her mortification knew no bounds as she pictured herself all bundled up against the cold with only her white buttocks naked and on display. Having her butt bare left her more vulnerable and exposed than if he had stripped her naked. At least then, she wouldn’t know what part of her body people were staring at. Imagining what her ass looked like added to her embarrassment, but the heat and pain from Jack’s unrelenting, hard hand aroused her nonetheless.

“Jack, please, please make me come,” she sobbed, ashamed of her desperation.