Her Master at Last

“Just about.”

Morgan’s accusing glare didn’t change his unrepentant grin.

“A look like that will get you punished, darlin’,” Jack warned.

“You could’ve told me he was there before I made an idiot of myself,” she snapped at Marc, ignoring Jack’s threat and the way her nipples tightened and pussy spasmed in reaction to it. Uncomfortable with both men’s close scrutiny, she cursed as she squirmed on her seat. One hour in their club room as an observer and one trip over Jack’s knee had left her in a state of perpetual need.

“Eat, Morgan, and we’ll talk,” Jack instructed, using his no-nonsense tone.

After Marc set a plate with a large, fluffy omelet and bacon in front of each of them then took his seat, Morgan worked up the nerve to ask Jack, “Are you going to make me leave?”

“Your car will have to be towed, but I brought your bag with me. You have three choices, princess.” Jack looked at Marc, silently seeking his encouragement and support. With his encouraging nod, Jack gave in to the inevitable. “I can drive you back to Denver and put you on a plane back to Chicago, or you can hang out here for a few days while you decide what you want to do about your engagement, agreeing to stay up here while this group is playing in the clubhouse.”

Morgan swallowed her bite of eggs with difficulty then sipped her coffee, waiting for her third choice as neither of those appealed to her. When he remained quiet, she tentatively ventured, “And the third choice?”

Setting down his fork, he gave her a direct look. Her pretty topaz eyes stared at him with such hope, such longing, he knew he couldn’t deny her or himself any longer. “Or, you can stay here a few days and we’ll see if you’re really willing to submit to me sexually.” Jack’s cock hardened, seeing desire and excitement replace the wariness in her eyes, and it took all of his considerable control to keep from grabbing her, bending her over the stool, and fucking her until she screamed in pleasure.

“I choose door number three,” she answered before he could change his mind. He was offering her a chance at everything she had ever wanted, she wasn’t about to hesitate now.

“You always were rash and impetuous, princess. Let me show you what that will get you around here. Come here.”

Morgan followed Jack when he rose, walked into the great room, and stopped in front of one of the sofas.

“Strip.”

“Uh?” Morgan’s surprise at his abrupt order kept her rooted in place, gaping at him.

Narrowing his eyes at her, he said, “Your only response should be ‘Yes, sir.’ Do you need me to repeat my order?”

“N-no,” she stammered before casting an embarrassed, nervous look at Marc, who had remained leaning against the kitchen counter, watching her closely.

“Never mind Marc. If you want to be with me, you’ll have to get used to having him around, as well as public play.”

Morgan jerked her gaze back to Jack, relieved to see his eyes soften and the small, one-sided smile on his face that

always made her heart turn over. Feeling clumsy, she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before shrugging it off. Her eyes refused to meet his and her hands clenched into fists to keep from covering herself. As both men stared at her, she had never been more self-conscious of her less than slender figure.

“Look at me, princess.” When she blushed and her eyes met his, Jack wanted to rave at her mother for causing her to feel so undesirable because of her full figure. Reaching out, he fondled her breasts, rubbing his palms against her hard little nipples. “I like a full-figured woman, I like soft and plush.”

Morgan’s mortification swiftly turned to desire as he molded her breasts with his big hands, his palms and then fingers rough on her sensitive nipples. She couldn’t keep from whimpering when he took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching the tender buds until she gasped at the erotic pain. Grasping his wrists, she leaned into him, pleading, “Jack, please.”

Chuckling, he released her breasts, grabbed her hands, and sat on the sofa. “Not yet. Last night you received a spanking as punishment. Now, I’m going to show you how much pleasure you can get from the same act.” Before her surprise caused her to pull away, he tugged her wrists, pulling her between his spread knees then over his right leg. With his left foot, he separated her legs and held them apart.

He had moved so fast, Morgan didn’t realize what he intended until she found herself once again in a prone position over Jack’s lap, her naked ass on display. “Jack, wait…” she gasped, her hands reaching behind her to protect her vulnerable buttocks.

Pushing her hands aside, he landed a hard slap on her right cheek. “Quiet. Either keep your hands out of the way or I’ll have Marc come over here and hold them.” He couldn’t help smiling at how fast she moved her hands.

“I’ll be good,” she complied. It was bad enough he positioned her facing away from Marc, her spread legs revealing everything to his gaze.

“Good girl,” Jack murmured with approval.

Morgan relaxed when he did nothing but fondle her buttocks with one hand and lightly run his fingers between her legs, caressing her dampening folds with the other hand. Enjoying the softer touches, she rested her head on her arms, and it didn’t take long for her to become aroused or for Jack to bring her to an elevated peak. In her previous experiences, it had taken a lot more foreplay for her to achieve such a heightened state of arousal. Moaning, she soon forgot Marc’s presence as she pushed against his hand, hoping for deeper contact. “Jack, please,” she begged before biting her lip.

When the next slap landed, Morgan cried out, more from the shock of arousal than the light sting. Two more light slaps fell before he resumed rubbing the flesh he had just abused. His fingers played over her damp slit again then delved inside her to tease her engorged, swollen clit. As soon as her hips lifted for more, he pulled from her pussy and smacked her again, once, twice, three times, each hit harder than the previous one. Her soft cries revealed her need and confusion as he waged war on her senses, alternating between smacking her buttocks and then fingering her increasingly wetter vagina, his fingers tormenting her needy clit just to the point of climax before retreating again.

When his swats turned hard, landing with repeated precision on her cheeks and accompanied by the thrust of now three fingers, Morgan came apart. Hot, throbbing pain blended with soaring pleasure, the combination driving her higher and higher. Nothing could have prepared her for such an intense experience. Crying, she struggled against the overwhelming onslaught of sensations, but when his thumb rasped over her clit and then pressed against the tender, aching bud, accompanied by the continuing barrage of hard slaps on her sore buttocks, she splintered apart again. Screaming, she let the pleasure engulf her, swamp her senses, and take her to a place she never dreamed imaginable.

“Shh, princess, I’ve got you.” Jack cradled Morgan’s shaking body in his arms, her response more than he could have ever hoped for. Marc handed him the small throw off the back of the couch before making a quiet exit. Tucking the blanket around her, he cuddled her close, giving her time to come down from what he suspected were the best orgasms she had ever had. Her tears soaked his shirt as he softly praised her. “You’re beautiful when you come, Morgan. I loved seeing your pleasure, hearing you scream with it, feeling you come apart from it.”