Her Master at Last

“I was thinking about this morning, and how good it felt to have you inside me,” she gasped when he increased the pressure on her sensitive peaks.

Releasing her nipples, he resumed kneading her breasts. “And having Marc watch and get himself off? Did that excite you, princess?”

Squirming with embarrassed discomfort, she mumbled, “Maybe.” It was one thing to enjoy having an audience and quite another to admit it.

“Does that mean you’re not sure?”

Morgan glared up at him. “It means I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather have sex again.”

“I don’t like your tone, Morgan. I ask questions because I need to know how you feel. I especially need to know if there is something you’re not comfortable with, and I need to know before you resent me for it.”

She could tell by his cool tone he wasn’t happy with her, but she still found it difficult to admit certain things to herself, let alone him. “Yes, it turned me on to have him watch, is that what you wanted to hear?” she snapped.

“Only if it’s the truth.”

“What if I said I wasn’t comfortable with what he did?”

Jack shrugged. “Then it wouldn’t happen again.” But now that he knew she was comfortable with Marc, they could take her a step further. Pulling away from her tempting, soft breasts, he held his hand out to her. “Come with me.”

Clasping his hand, she followed him down the hall, her nipples stiff and tingling, her pussy damp and ready for his possession. When he led her into Marc’s room instead of his, she looked at him in question. “What are we doing in here?”

Jack heard the unease in her voice and smiled at her. A little uncertainty was good, but he didn’t want her afraid. “Marc has something I don’t have in my room.”

Following his look, Morgan saw the mirrored wall opposite the king-size bed. “Uh, Jack, I said I was okay with Marc watching us. That doesn’t mean I want to watch.” The thought of seeing her less than perfect body next to his left her unsettled.

“I do, and it’s my wishes that matter. Strip and kneel facing the mirror, legs spread wide. I’ll be right back.”

His tone brooked no argument, which only seemed to turn her on more. Unbuttoning the shirt, she tossed it on the bed before going to her knees, keeping her eyes averted from her image in the mirror. When Jack returned carrying a round leather paddle and a small white tube, her nipples puckered even tighter and she could feel her copious juices seep from between her swollen lips, coating her thighs. Looking into the mirror, she watched Jack strip, her heart tripping as it always did at the sight of his thickly muscled body. When he knelt behind her, the hairs on his chest and legs tickled her, their rough abrasiveness exciting. Leaning back against him, she closed her eyes, moaning when his hands clasped her breasts.

“No, I want you to watch me pleasure you. Open your eyes,” he demanded.

Morgan opened her eyes and watched him fondle her breasts, his hands dark against her lighter skin, his fingers grasping her nipples as his head dipped to the side to kiss her neck. Though she’d never cared to look at her naked body, right now she enjoyed the sight of his hands on her, loved the way he could arouse her within seconds of touching her, relished the way he knew her body and seemed to crave it as much as she did his.

“See how beautiful you are, Morgan? How your nipples respond to my touch?” Moving one hand in a slow, tantalizing caress down her waist, he palmed her pussy. “How wet you are, wet and swollen and eager for my cock.” He slid his middle finger between her slick folds, enjoying the feel of her warm sheath and her increasing heartbeat beneath his other hand.

Thrusting into his hand, she begged, “Jack, please, quit tormenting me.”

“Tsk, tsk. That’s not the proper way to address me, now is it?” He shifted his hand from between her legs, around her hip, to palm her right buttock. “That’s your second infraction. The first was your tone earlier. Turn sideways on your hands and knees. Now.”

Morgan quivered as she moved into position, her breath snagging when he reached for the paddle and knelt behind her.

“Watch in the mirror while I paddle your pretty ass, Morgan.”

She didn’t want to, but she dared not disobey him when he used that tone. Turning her head, she winced as he brought the paddle down on her left buttock, cringing at the sight of her fleshy cheek. She cried out with the next swat, blossoming heat following the hot sting across her cheek, the burn going straight to her pussy. Another swat landed on her other cheek and then back to the left side. Slow and methodical, he alternated between soft and hard smacks, wringing gasps of pleasure/pain from her as he turned her entire backside into a mass of burning flesh. Lost in the throes of painful bliss, she closed her eyes, lifting her ass for each stroke even though she whimpered when it struck. With her concentration on her buttocks, on accepting the pain and the pleasure she got from it, she didn’t notice Marc entering the room. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes that she saw him standing in front of her, naked, his hard cock in his hand, his eyes watching Jack’s ministrations.

“That’s a beautiful sight, Jack,” Marc said, his eyes shifting from her butt to her face as he smiled at her.

Morgan smiled back, grateful for his easygoing manner. When Jack set the paddle down and leaned over her back, his cock nestled between her sore cheeks, she welcomed the comfort of his embrace.

Kissing her neck, Jack whispered near her ear, “I want to watch you suck him while I take your ass. Will you do that for me?” Jack held his breath, waiting for her response. Her body stiffened at his request, but then relaxed, as if the idea held appeal. With a slight shift, he angled his cock down and caressed her folds, slipping between them to dampen his shaft, but not entering her. She was soaking, her breathing heavy, her nipples pebbled into points of arousal, all excellent signs of acceptance.

Turning to look at him, she whispered her uncertainty. “You won’t mind?”

Chuckling, he kissed her. “Marc and I have shared women before, but I will admit, this won’t happen often. I seem to be a bit possessive of you, princess.”

Such a simple statement, but it went a long way toward reassuring her. Nodding her head, she turned back toward Marc, who watched her with calm patience, his cock hard and seeping.

“Open for me, darlin’.” With his hand around the base of his shaft, Marc pushed between her soft lips and sank into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. “Shit, Jack, I won’t last long.”