Make Me Yours (10 page)

Both men chuckled at her pleading but didn’t relent in their torture. “Do you like the flogger, Princess?” Jack asked right before striking her sharply on the top of her thighs.

“Yes,” she yelped as the leather bit sharply against her tender thighs and then again across her ass. When Marc moved a hand down her waist and caressed her bare pussy lips softly, she couldn’t keep from thrusting against his hand, begging for a deeper touch.

“Such soft lips,” Marc murmured as he continued to stroke her labia before spreading her folds and slipping two fingers unerringly into her damp sheath. “Mmmm, soft in here too, and wet. Very, very wet.” His lips came down on hers again, harder this time as his fingers stroked her deeply.

When Marc’s thumb rasped against her clit the same time as the flogger landed wickedly and sharply across both buttocks, she screamed out her pleasure and 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, and shook her ahead. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can. Here, we’ll show you.”

And then Jack finger fucked her from behind, his hands slipping between her legs and her buttocks to delve deeply into both orifices. With Marc’s lips back on her nipples and his fingers joining Jack’s between her legs, they both quickly brought her to another stunning peak that rivaled the first one for intensity.

Morgan was so exhausted and sated with sensory overload, she never noticed when the men released her and Jack carried her to a chair, cuddling her in his lap. She barely remembered drinking a bottle of water he practically poured down her throat, before being carried upstairs and tucked into bed.

Morgan fell asleep alone, but woke when Jack joined her several hours later. Cuddling next to his hard body, she quickly fell back asleep.

Chapter Six

Jack carefully picked up Morgan’s left hand, raised it above her head and attached the wrist cuff loosely, pleased that she had not woken yet. She had come so beautifully last night while restrained he wanted to see her do it again, and again. Damn if she hadn’t surpassed all his hopes already by not only enjoying his sexual preferences, but embracing them wholeheartedly. Her soft moan when she shifted as he cuffed her right wrist made him harden further. Since he refrained from taking her again last night, he was more than ready to feel her tight sheath clasping his dick again. But first, he needed to finish binding her. Gently lifting her left leg, he wrapped a larger cuff around her thigh and tightened the strap, leaving her leg bent and pulled to the side. After doing the same with her right leg, he sat back and viewed his handiwork. Knees bent and spread, hips lifted, she was open and ready for his use.

Running his hands over her legs, he bent down and took a slow lick up her pussy, eliciting another soft moan from her. “Wake up, Princess. It’s time to play.” Using his thumbs, he pulled her smooth folds further apart, revealing the pink, wet walls of her pussy. “You’re so pretty, Morgan, pretty enough to eat.” Another deep stroke of his tongue had her eyes flying open and her hips jerking against his mouth. Chuckling, he murmured, “There you are,” before diving back in to feast on her succulent flesh.

Morgan woke quickly at the feel of Jack’s mouth on her pussy, his beard against her tender skin, and instinctively tried to lower her arms to grasp him any where she could. When she couldn’t budge them, her arousal shot up even higher. Who would have ever thought that being immobile during sex could be so exciting? When Jack’s fingers joined his tongue in her pussy, she again strained towards his mouth, whimpering in frustration and unfulfilled need. “Jack, Master, please.”

Jack looked up at her lush breasts as they jiggled with her failed efforts before moving up to her flushed face. “I like hearing you beg almost as much as I like hearing you come. Come for me now, Morgan.”

“Oh, God,” Morgan groaned when he delved into her again, wasting no time using his tongue, teeth and fingers to bring her to a shattering climax. The strong suction of his lips on her clit had her shaking, the small bite of his teeth had her screaming and the deep strokes of his fingers had her coming apart over and over until she couldn’t tell when one orgasm stopped and another began.

Jack moved up her slick body, stopping to suckle her hard little nipples before taking her mouth in a hard kiss. Morgan could taste herself on his tongue as she kissed him back greedily, forgetting to breathe as their lips dueled for possession. Moaning into his mouth, she licked every essence of herself from his tongue before doing the same with his lips, loving the feel of his whiskers against her cheeks.

“You’ve got a very talented tongue, Princess. Why don’t you show me what else you can do with it?”

Smiling, she replied, “I’d love too,” before opening eagerly to take his cock.

Jack straddled her face, grabbed the headboard between her restrained arms and dipped his cock into her mouth, cursing as her lips wrapped tightly around him and her tongue explored every inch of his dick. Careful not to go too deep, he dipped in and out of her mouth, the feel of her sucking strongly as if she didn’t want to let him go when he pulled back almost making him lose his wad right then. “Fuck, you’re good at this. I’d be jealous if I wasn’t enjoying your obvious experience so much.”

Morgan could tell him she had very little experience in giving head simply because she had never cared for the act before now. But, as with everything else he had done with and to her, she was finding that there was very little she couldn’t imagine enjoying with Jack. His cock was big, both in length and width, and filled her mouth completely. She’d be uncomfortable if she wasn’t enjoying learning the taste and feel of every hard ridge. When he pulled up again, she clasped her lips tightly around the plum shaped head and sucked it like a lollipop, eliciting another curse from Jack. Pre-come coated her tongue and she lapped it up eagerly and was disappointed when he pulled away from her completely that she wasn’t going to get the chance to taste all of him in her mouth.

“But, you didn’t…” she complained when he scooted down and settled between her spread knees.

“Next time,” he said gruffly as he shoved his cock into her pussy. “Right now I need to fuck you.”

“Oh, okay,” she managed to gasp as he moved forcefully inside her, filling her completely.

“Shit, I’m not going to last, Princess, you feel too fucking good. Come with me,” he demanded as he reached down and pressed her clit even harder against his pummeling cock, making her cry out as she soaked his cock with her come. “Yes,” he groaned, taking her mouth as ruthlessly as he took her body, his hips pounding against hers as his cock filled her womb with his seed.

When he reached up to release her arms, Morgan clasped them tightly around his sweat slick back, loving the feel of his large hard body against hers as his strokes slowed and they both caught their breath. “I could quickly become a morning person if I got to wake up like that all the time,” she whispered in his ear.

“Neither one of us would survive if we greeted each morning like this. But, what the hell, let’s give it a try.” Laughing, Jack pulled away from her before he could be tempted to take her again. Releasing her legs, he pulled her from the bed. “Up you go. I need to be on time to take our guests to the slopes this morning. Get going.” Giving her a hard swat on the ass, he pushed her towards the bathroom.

Rubbing her abused cheek, she glared at him. “You go ahead. I want to work on my sketches this morning. I’ll see you when you get back.”

Smiling smugly at the bright red hand print on her butt, he forced himself not to add a matching one to her other cheek. “All right, but if you go out, stay around the lodge. It’s easy to get turned around out here and lose your way.”

“One trek through those trees in knee deep snow was enough for me. I’m not going anywhere.”

An hour later, Morgan wondered if that statement was going to remain true. Sitting in front of the windows with a cup of tea, her peaceful solitude was shattered by the abrupt ringing of her cell phone. “Hello Mother,” she answered resignedly, bracing herself for another lecture.

“Morgan, I just found out you’re with Jack Cutter, that rough neck boy that used to work for us,” Kathleen Tomlinson greeted her in a snide tone.

“He’s not nor ever has been a rough neck, Mother,” Morgan sighed. “He worked very hard for you and daddy and did a beautiful job keeping your property looking nice.” And an even better job befriending a lonely, neglected little girl, she thought to herself.

“I knew I should’ve put a stop to you hanging around him so much. Really, Morgan, you can’t seriously think of giving up a catch like Joel for a man like him. I won’t hear of it. Why, your father and I would never be able to live the scandal down. I insist you come home immediately. Your engagement party is still scheduled for next Saturday.”

“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?”

“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 that her wishes would be met.

“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’s going to be no wedding, at least not to Joel.”

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

If Morgan wasn’t so upset, she would have laughed at the appalled tone of her mother’s voice. The truth was, Jack hadn’t said a word about her staying with him and she wondered if he was expecting her to leave after a few days. 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 tiredly, “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. Good bye, Mother.” As always, Morgan was left feeling both emotionally drained and insecure after an argument with her mother. 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. But, one thing was for certain. Even if she didn’t stay here with Jack like she wanted to, she wasn’t going to 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 some 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 would be building a snowman. After dressing in a pair of jeans and sweater, she tugged the knee hi snow boots on over her pants, zipped up the heavy jacket and pulled on mittens before trudging outside. The place was eerily quiet with everyone either on the slopes or in town checking out the shops and restaurants.

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 snowman and was beaming proudly at him as he got out of the Tahoe.

Jack grinned at the large mounds on the snowman’s chest. “Let me guess,” he called out to her, “a snowwoman, 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.”

Turning to head inside, he was startled then pissed when a well aimed snowball hit him smack in the head. Shaking the snow out of his hair, he turned to glare at Morgan. “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 grinning back at her. He couldn’t count how many times she had used that line on him growing up. “You’re going to be sorry.” Scooping up snow as he trudged towards her, he started pelting 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 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 than she did. Within minutes, he had her tackled and then hauled against him, their cold lips fusing together.

“You were very bad not listening 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.