Make Me Yours (15 page)

Downing the full flute, she relished the burn and subsequent buzz as she forced herself to smile and pretend she was deliriously happy. Her parents kept close to her side for the first time in her life, and Joel made the effort to be seen with his arm around her or giving her a perfunctory kiss every so often before moving off to entertain himself with friends.

“Honestly, Morgan, must you drink like a commoner?” George Tomlinson growled under his breath.

“Yes,” she snapped back, “that is if you want me to get through this charade without giving away what a farce it is.”

“You always were an ungrateful child.”

“Spare me the lecture, Father. I’m not in the mood to hear what loving and caring parents I have.”

A commotion at the front of the room caught their attention. Morgan watched wide eyed as people parted and a tall, light haired man strode arrogantly into the room, his dark beard lending him a rough look. His jeans were worn and emphasized his thick, muscled thighs as he walked purposely toward her, his dark eyes never leaving her face. Morgan’s eyes filled with tears as the past twenty years ran through her head; her first sight of him when she was just seven years old and he fifteen, their reunions each summer when she returned from school, his patience with her as she followed him all day and pestered him to entertain her, her heartache when he left for the Army and her joy when he returned, his anger when he caught her spying on him and his date, their first kiss, the arousal only he could ease.

Jack saw her immediately and his reaction was swift. Dressed in a hideous dress designed to hide her figure instead of flaunting it, she stood surrounded by people and had never looked so alone. Memories of the past assailed him; the lonely little girl who clung to him like a lifeline, the way she would exuberantly throw herself into his arms each time they were reunited, his exasperation in teaching her to drive, his concern when she cried when she was hurt, the way he missed her when he left for the Army, the lust only she could slake. She was watching him out of drenched whiskey eyes and his anger at her parents was matched with his anger at her for daring to throw away everything they had.

“Jack.” Morgan had to physically fight back the urge to fling herself into his arms. It had only been two and a half days since she had seen him and she had missed him more in that time than at any other time they were separated.

“Princess.” Holding out his hand, he watched her gravely. “I’m asking you one more time and one more time only. Trust me?”

For the first time, Jack was throwing himself at her and there was no way she was going to turn away from him. In all the years she’d known him he had only asked one thing of her. Praying she wasn’t making a mistake that he would regret, she took his hand and simply replied, “Yes.”

“Then let’s go.” Jack started to lead her away when Kathleen stepped in front of them.

“Morgan, this is a disgrace. If you do this, you know what we’ll do.”

“No, you won’t,” Jack stated coldly. Looking down into Morgan’s worried face, he smiled reassuringly. “They can’t touch our loan, Morgan, so don’t pay any attention to their threats.”

Relief filled her, making her giddy. Looking back at her mother, she smiled, then leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Good bye, Mother.”

“How mad are you?” Morgan asked after he had pulled away from her parent’s house. Though his face had been softened when he looked at her with love in the ballroom, his profile now was rigid, his jaw clenched tightly.

“You could have avoided all this drama and saved us both a lot of trouble if you had simply talked to me instead of running off, Morgan.”

She really hated it when he spoke to her in that stiff, condescending tone, even though she did deserve his anger. “You don’t understand. They threatened to ruin you, buy your loan and then call it in. You and Marc would’ve lost everything,” she stated, trying to defend herself.

Stopping at a red light, he turned to face her. “And had you come to me and told me that, I could’ve told you our loan is held by a good buddy from the Army and a frequent guest at the lodge. Jeremy not only owns the small bank he manages, but he would never betray us that way. Your parents can’t buy a loan that isn’t for sale.”

“How was I supposed to know that? I couldn’t bear it if I was the cause of you losing the lodge. I know how much that place means to both you and Marc.”

Jack reached over and grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “Nothing means more to me than you, Princess.”

“Really?”

The pleased smile she turned up to him made him smile in return, even though he was still angry with her. “Really, but you’re still going to have trouble sitting down tomorrow.”

Not even that threat could diminish her happiness, and by the time he pulled up in front of a downtown hotel and opened the door for her, her pussy was creaming with anticipation. Jack was silent until he ushered her into a suite on the fifth floor. She barely had time to appreciate the plush surroundings before he pulled her to him and crushed his mouth to hers. Morgan kissed him back hungrily, her tongue eagerly dueling with his as her moans filled his mouth. By the time he pulled back, she was desperate to have him inside her.

“Get out of that hideous dress.”

He was still angry with her, but Morgan didn’t blame him. With his dark eyes on her, she quickly stripped the dress off and stood before him clad in thigh high hose, heels, a thong and a demi bra.

“I don’t want you to hide your body ever again, Morgan. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she quickly agreed. Right then, she’d agree to anything as long as he fucked her soon. God, she had missed him.

“You’re awfully agreeable, Princess. In a hurry for something?” His eyes softened with amusement when she clenched her fists at her side.

“I admit I made a mistake, Jack, and should have told you about my parent’s threat instead of running out on you.” Reaching up, she started unbuttoning his shirt as she grinned at him teasingly. “If you’ll get naked, I’ll make it up to you.”

Jack took hold of her hands and stepped back. “As enticing as I find you like that, I want you naked. Strip and kneel face down on the bed.”

Morgan quickly obeyed, both nervous and excited about his dictate. Her nipples were already beaded into two stiff points when she removed her bra and her arousal was more than evident in the dampness that coated her bare folds when she slipped off her thong. Naked, she padded to the king size bed, crawled into the middle and knelt down, her head on her arms, her ass towards him.

“Spread your legs wider.”

His terse command added to her excitement and made her breath catch. Silence filled the room as she knelt there totally exposed, vulnerable and open to him. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she released it with a whoosh when she heard him remove his clothes. The bed dipped slightly when he knelt behind her, and she relished the feel of his hard thighs next to hers as his arm came under her hips and lifted her slightly. Though it wasn’t unexpected, the first blow caught her unawares and made her cry out.

“Not too loud, Princess. We don’t want security up here.” Jack swatted her again, slapping her upraised ass hard, loving the bright red hue he was raising on her delicate flesh. She was done pulling his strings and running roughshod over his emotions. She was his and she damn well better accept that and everything that meant, starting now. “You’re coming back to Colorado with me first thing tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” she cried out as he smacked her again.

“You’re going to live with me, sleep with me, and submit to me sexually.” His dictate was followed by three more hard swats.

“Yes, Jack, Master, anything,” she agreed as tears of pain, acceptance and love slipped down her face. When his hand landed forcefully between her legs, slapping her damp pussy, she screamed with the pleasure/pain, spreading her knees further as she embraced his dominance over her.

Jack slapped her pussy again and then again as he held her hips elevated and she kept her knees spread. When her soft folds were pink and warm he moved back to her buttocks, his hand descending with calculated swiftness until she was sobbing and begging him to fuck her.

Morgan’s ass felt swollen and sore when Jack finally relented and lowered her hips. She moaned softly when his hand rubbed the flesh he had just abused, his soft strokes arousing her to a fevered pitch. When his fingers slid down to caress her pussy then slid into her, she damn near came.

“No, Morgan,” Jack said harshly as he fucked her wet sheath with three fingers. “No orgasm for you yet.” Pulling out of her, he chuckled as she clamped around him, trying to hold his fingers inside of her. Without pause, he lifted her hips again and thrust his slick coated fingers into her ass, ruthlessly fingering her with deep, strong strokes. His cock hardened further at the sight of his fingers buried in her ass as he held her up for his use. Her soft mewling cries and the way she pushed back against him showed her acceptance and pleasure. “Does that feel good, baby?” he asked hoarsely, needing to hear the words as he thrust in and out of her anus, stretching her, preparing her for his possession.

“God, yes, Master, so good. Please, fuck me. I can’t bear it any longer.” Her pussy wept with emptiness and need as her ass felt stretched and filled, sensitive nerve endings stimulated beyond endurance as she fought to hold back her climax. She needed him inside her first though, needed to feel his possession of her before she succumbed to the pleasure. He made her wait though, as he continued finger fucking her ass until she was writhing and begging for release.

Jack reluctantly pulled completely out of her and grabbed the lube, liberally coating his cock before kneeling behind her, spreading her warm, red cheeks and thrusting into her prepared hole.

“Now, Morgan,” He demanded harshly as he slipped one hand beneath her and unerringly found her clit. “Come for me, now.”

Morgan could do nothing but obey as he took her ass with hard, deep strokes while his fingers milked her clit. Her hips met each thrust willingly as she bore down against his hand, adding pressure to her clit. Her climax burst upon her with the speed and heat of a firecracker, colors exploding behind her closed eyes as the wicked pleasure took over her senses, leaving her unaware of anything except the hard cock in her ass and the hard fingers clasping her clit.

Jack was unable to hold back after feeling her coat his hand with her release and her ass clench tightly around his dick. With a few more deep strokes, he came inside her, filling her with his seed and finally claiming her for his own.

Six Months Later…

Marc knelt behind Morgan, his cock in hand, as Jack spread her reddened buttocks for him. He could feel her shudder as Jack shifted under her, his cock already buried deep in her pussy.

“Happy birthday, darlin’,” he whispered in her ear as he slowly sank into her well lubed hole. She was tight, the dual penetration filling her completely. In the past eight months, he had only had the pleasure of feeling her mouth around his cock, and that had been rarely as Jack was quite possessive of his fiancé. But, for Jack as well as him, much of the pleasure of being a Dom was exploring and reveling in the heights they took their subs, and tonight, Jack wanted to give Morgan the ultimate pleasure of having all her senses stimulated simultaneously as a birthday present.

“Please, Jack, Master. I need…” she cried out, her response everything they had hoped for. Oblivious to the small group of friends playing in the club that they had invited tonight, she shuddered between them, her body eager for fulfillment.

“Feel good, Princess?” Jack asked her, smiling up at Marc.

“Yes, but I need more, damn it. Quit stalling.”

“Morgan,” Jack warned.

Marc smiled at the verbal sparring the two liked to indulge in. The fact that Morgan still tacked on a title such as Sir or Master more as an after thought amused them. She was a pleasure to live with and a constant temptation as she paraded around in one of Jack’s shirts, often with it completely open at Jack’s insistence. She had gotten used to him being a spectator when they played, but still blushed when he joined them or jacked off while watching them.

“Please, Sir,” she said sarcastically. “But, it’s my birthday and I want my present.”

“I’ve created a demanding little sub, Marc. But she’s right. Let’s give her her present.”

Having done this often in the past, Marc and Jack moved in an orchestrated rhythm, Jack surging in as Marc pulled out and then vice versa, their timing set to give her constant, uninterrupted stimulation. It seemed to be working well, as within only a few minutes, she was writhing between them, crying out in orgasm. Marc could feel her anus clench around him as her pussy milked Jack’s cock. Forcing himself to hold back his own climax, he slowed his thrusts, waiting for Scott Tyler, the local sheriff and good friend of theirs, to complete her birthday gift.

At Jack’s urging, Morgan looked up from where she had her head buried in Jack’s shoulder, her body still recovering from her powerful release, to see a man she had met briefly earlier standing by the sofa, his hard cock in his hand and a smile on his handsome face.

“Take him in your mouth, Princess,” Jack urged. “Let us give you the ultimate pleasure.”

All three men waited anxiously, but patiently for her response and were pleased when she lifted up slightly and opened her mouth. When she closed her eyes and moaned around Scott’s dick, they knew they had her.

Marc started reaming her ass again as all three of them worked her orifices in tandem, drawing out her pleasure, and their own, as they strived to give her an unforgettable experience. The other sounds in the room of BDSM play faded out, leaving the only thing Marc was aware of was her damp soft body under him and the tight hold that had a death grip on his cock. Their moans echoed around them as the three of them brought her to another climax, her cries barely muffled by Scott’s cock. Both Scott’s and Jack’s faces tightened and their thrusts increased, signaling their own impending releases. That was all the encouragement Marc needed to let go. Following their lead as the three of them watched her closely for any sign of distress, Marc took her ass harder, deeper, his body clenching as his balls drew tight. When he felt Jack’s cock jerk with his release and saw Morgan’s throat swallowing repeatedly as her mouth sucked harder on Scott’s cock, Marc let go and joined them in wishing her happy birthday.