Returning to Her Master

To Cassie’s relief, they made the hike back down to the lodge much faster and easier. She ached all over from the unaccustomed exercise. The hiking left her legs tired and weak and the multiple orgasms and vigorous fucking left her feeling raw and vulnerable. She knew what a demanding lover he could be, but now she had to come to terms with knowing her heart was involved, adding to the angst of her battered feelings. Two years ago there had only been the potential of falling in love with her dom; now she faced the reality. It took an eye-opening, shattering experience with another dom to force her to see the truth; she had fallen fast and hard for Marc in the beginning and those feelings hadn’t changed, only grown more intense.

And now she knew she wanted him and all he offered. But other than protecting her from an anonymous stalker and enjoying sex with her, he gave no hint how he felt about her.

“You’re too quiet,” Marc commented as they approached the lodge, his hand wrapped around hers. He wondered if he had pushed too hard again, if she was contemplating running and what he would do if she did.

She smiled up at him, trying to ease the worry on his face. He didn’t trust her, and maybe he had good reason not to. After that last disastrous night together in the Omaha club, it still surprised her he had greeted her as openly as he had and wanted to protect her. She often regretted cutting off their communication after that following week as much as she regretted running from him.

“I’m tired and know I’m going to be sore tomorrow. All that hiking and outdoor activity has my body aching already.”

“I forgot you’re not accustomed to such long hikes. Why don’t you go soak in the hot tub around back. I’ll join you after I help Jack get dinner started.”

“You have a hot tub? That sounds wonderful,” she all but moaned. Shoving past regrets aside

, she gave him a swift kiss before making her way around the lodge to the back, looking forward to the warm jets of water pulsing against her sore muscles.

Chapter Eight

Cassie came to an abrupt halt when she spotted Morgan lounging naked in the hot tub, but her automatic smile of welcome got her feet moving again. “I don’t want to disturb you, but that looks too enticing to pass up.”

“Drop your clothes and get in,” Morgan invited. “I always need a good soak after a hike with Jack.” Her eyes twinkled. “Did you enjoy your outing?”

She tried hard not to blush, but knew she failed when Morgan laughed. “Okay, I think I could get used to outdoor sex,” she admitted. Wasting no time, she shed her clothes and eased into the heated, swirling water with a sigh of pure bliss as she sank down. “Aaah, this feels wonderful.” Submerging up to her shoulders and leaning her head back against the cushioned edge, she closed her eyes and let the steam work its magic.

“Yeah, me too. The winters here are long, but trust me, those two can find inventive ways to keep you warm outdoors.”

Morgan relayed the details of her first outdoor spanking in the frigid temperatures and how Jack had cooled her burning ass with snow. The scene she conjured up had Cassie sinking even deeper into the hot, bubbly water.

“Oh, ow, that doesn’t sound pleasant.”

“You wouldn’t think, would you? I admit it did nothing to cool my ardor.”

Closing her eyes, she let her mind float along with her body, but she couldn’t stop from wondering just how involved Marc was with Jack and Morgan. Opening her eyes again, she glanced over at her new friend and had to swallow her jealousy. Morgan’s full figure and sparkling topaz eyes would attract any man. Even though Morgan was only an inch or two taller than her, Cassie felt like a short stick next to the other woman.

Morgan glanced at her, her smile soft and encouraging. “Relax. Marc doesn’t want me, not the way he wants you.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Her irritation over her transparency colored her tone. If Morgan could see the depth of her need for Marc, could he?

“It’s written all over your face, mostly when you’re looking at him. Look, I won’t lie, Marc has joined us a few times. But the only thing I’ve ever done with him is given him a blowjob. When they get possessive, the sharing only goes so far.”

“But he’s spanked you?” she asked, relieved the three of them didn’t indulge in sex together that often.

“Oh, sure, several times.” She frowned as she added in a darker tone, “There was even one time Jack gave him permission to use his belt on me. I didn’t sit down for two days!”

Cassie laughed at her feigned look of outrage. “What’d you do?”

Morgan’s frown turned into a saucy, mischievous grin. “I got caught spying on two of our more inventive guests in the woods.”

“What’s wrong with watching? There were plenty of people watching you on your birthday.” The heat surrounding her seeped into her aching, overused muscles, relaxing her and making it easier for her to sit naked with another woman for the first time and converse as if she didn’t feel self-conscious.

“I wasn’t just watching. I got so turned on I did something about it, and Jack has this ridiculous, strict rule I can’t masturbate without his permission and giving him a chance to watch. It really gets him going when I get myself off.” Morgan rolled her eyes but was smiling.

“That seems unfair.” She had masturbated a lot in the past months, always to memories of her few nights with Marc. “I wonder how Marc feels about it. I don’t think I’d like it if he insisted I get his permission to touch myself. When the mood strikes, who wants to wait to seek permission?”

“Oh, I agree a hundred percent. So, want to see what he would do?”

“You mean now?” She looked around to see if he lurked somewhere, but didn’t see him or anyone else.

“Don’t look up, but both Marc and Jack have been watching us from upstairs. They have a good view from the windows in the great room. What do you say we give them a show?”