Make Me Yours (7 page)

Jack pulled away from his succulent feast and looked up at her red, needy face. “Do you like having a bare pussy, Princess?”

“God, yes, what’s there not to like? But, dammit, Jack, I need to come.”

Jack was pleased to see the sad, haunted look her mother had put in Morgan’s eyes replaced by frustrated, unfulfilled need. Throughout the years he had had plenty of practice erasing that look from her face, but none were as pleasant as his current method. “You sure are a demanding little sub.”

Her brow drew down in a frown. “Is that what I am, your submissive?”

“You, Princess, are my everything, including my sub. Put your hands on your breasts, play with your nipples for me. I enjoyed watching you last night. I haven’t come that hard from jacking off since I was twelve.”

If she didn’t need to get off so badly, Morgan would lay into him for spying on her. As it was, the fact that he had seen and watched her at her most vulnerable only turned her on more. Despite the blush she felt covering her face, she smiled down at him. “You’re bad, Jack, very bad.” Her eyes on his, she cupped her breasts in her palms, lifting and squeezing her pliant flesh just the way she liked.

Jack never took his eyes from the sight of her caressing her breasts as he bent his head to taste the succulent flesh between her thighs again. Voraciously he ate at her pussy, his lips, tongue and fingers covering every inch of her bare, wet, soft flesh. It took only moments to have her gasping and thrusting against his face, only seconds more for his thumb rasping against her clit as his fingers stroked her deeply and his tongue lapped up and down her sheath for her to explode against his mouth. Her juices coated his tongue and covered his fingers, her cries rang in his ears and her body trembled above him as she came apart again and again.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Jack grabbed her buttocks in a tight grip, held her to his face and set his mouth over her aching swollen clit. With teeth and tongue torturing that sensitive bud, hard hands gripping her soft, sore ass and her fingers pinching her nipples, Morgan exploded in another climax so fast and so strong it drove the breath from her body.

Without giving her a chance to recover, Jack rose to his feet, turned the shower head so it cascaded over both their shoulders, then gripped her ass again. “Put your legs around me,” he demanded roughly as he lifted her and rammed his cock into her still spasming cunt in one smooth move.

Morgan quickly wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips, her arms tight around his shoulders, holding on to him as he hammered into her. The warm water running between them made their bodies move smoothly together as he took her against the wall, his cock huge and hard as he moved ruthlessly inside her. The hairs on his chest grazed against her sensitive nipples, and when he finally, finally bent his head to take her mouth in a scorching kiss, his beard rubbed against her face, heightening her pleasure. Moaning into his mouth, she accepted his tongue willingly, tasting herself as she savored her first real kiss from him. She didn’t know which she found more erotic, the way his lips took her mouth or the way his cock took her body. The two combined were an irresistible combination causing electrical currents to sizzle through her veins, a forewarning to another impending, mind blowing orgasm.

Jack reluctantly pulled his mouth away from hers, groaning, “Christ, Princess, what you do to me. Hold on,” was all he managed as he exploded inside her, unable to stop from pounding into her over and over as his release erupted from his balls, up his cock and into her clasping womb.

As Jack slowly lowered her, Morgan hugged him tightly. “Remind me never to argue about showering with you again.”

Grabbing a large, warm towel, Jack briskly dried her off before lifting her and plopping her on the bathroom counter. “Stay there a minute.” Wrapping another towel around his waist, he went into the bedroom and returned with a small package.

“What’s that?” Curiously, Morgan watched him open it and remove a small plastic device. His teeth were startling white against his dark beard when he grinned at her, a grin she didn’t trust.

“It’s called a Bullet. Trust me, Princess, you’ll like this.”

“Someone told me once never to trust a guy when he said trust me.”

“I meant other guys, and you know it, just as you know you can always trust me with anything. Now, lean back and spread your legs.”

Warily, Morgan did as instructed. When Jack lifted her feet and propped them on the counter and spread her knees even further, she felt her pussy swell and dampen, leaving her stunned. She had never been able to get aroused so quickly nor so often in such a short time. Nor had her orgasms ever come close to what she experienced with Jack. She either really got off on this kinky stuff, Jack or both. As he spread her labia open and slowly inserted the small round object, she decided it was mostly Jack. She couldn’t imagine allowing anyone else to do this to her with the same ease and the same lust inspiring results.

Jack smiled at the consternation on her expressive face. Between the dampness seeping from her pretty cunt, to her flushed face and heavy breathing, he knew she liked having him teach her new things. Pulling out some bondage tape, he attached the small control box to her side before lowering her legs and lifting her down.

“There. All set for some fun on the slopes. I put a snow suit and jacket on the bed for you. Slip my shirt on first and I set out a pair of my socks. Really, Morgan. I looked in your bag. What were you thinking coming up here in the middle of winter and packing nothing but a pair of jeans and a few tops?”

“Jack, can we discuss my piss poor packing later. I want to know what this thing is you have shoved up me.”

Kissing her nose, he pushed her out of the bathroom with a hand on her ass. “I’ll show you in a little while. Marc already has some of our guests on the ski slopes. I need to see if he needs my help. Get a move on.”

Fifteen minutes later, Morgan was bundled into Jack’s Tahoe and was enjoying the view as he easily maneuvered the four wheel drive through the snow the few miles to the ski lifts and slopes. The bright sun had chased away all the clouds and shined brightly against the pristine whiteness of the landscape. Now that she wasn’t fighting blustery north winds and blinding snow, she could appreciate the beauty of the mountains. Though the temperature was still frigidly cold, the bright blue snowsuit Jack had selected for her along with the boots, gloves and attached hood, kept her plenty warm. When a soft vibration started in her pussy, that warmth spread even further.

“Jack,” she gasped, “what are you doing?”

“I thought you wanted to know what the Bullet does. That’s just the first setting, enough to let you know it’s there, not quite enough to get you off.”

Glaring at him, it was all she could do not to shift against the seat or rub herself to ease the ache of unfulfilled desire. This was nothing short of torture. “Dammit, turn it off, you sadistic bastard.”

‘Now, Princess, is that any way to talk to the man who spent the morning giving you numerous mind blowing orgasms?” God, he loved her open expressions, enthusiasms and frustrations. With Morgan, he would never have to wonder if something was too much or too little. She had no problem expressing herself.

“I’m going to give you a mind blowing smack if you don’t stop that thing. Please, Jack,” she pleaded as she tried to ignore the way her pussy was clutching the small plastic torture device, trying to coax it into giving her more stimulation.

Reaching into his pocket, Jack switched it off with the remote. He didn’t want to frustrate her too much, at least, not yet. “Better?”

Morgan let out a relieved sigh. “Yes, thank you.”

Marc saw Jack pull in and strode over to greet him, successfully masking his envy. Having known Jack for over fifteen years, since their Army days, he was well aware of his fondness for Morgan and the war he had waged within himself since returning from her college graduation. He knew of the love he had for first the young, neglected girl, then the insecure young woman and the battle of keeping her at arm’s length that he was losing. Marc had once had such strong feelings for a young woman. He knew all to well how the best of intentions can backfire when lust interfered, how those feelings can quickly change when one couldn’t accept the demanding lifestyle of a dominant lover.

Jack and Morgan got out of his Tahoe and Marc knew just by looking at them that they had spent the past few hours exploring some of Jack’s preferences in the bedroom and from the look of stunned, sated pleasure on Morgan’s pretty face; he’d say she had no problem with whatever Jack had dished out. Recalling the look of her draped over Jack’s lap, her round, soft buttocks lifting for the feel of Jack’s hand, the wetness of her pussy evident between her splayed legs, he was pretty sure she had accepted everything else he had dished out with equal ardor and enthusiasm.

“Nice of you to join us,” Marc greeted Jack.

“Sorry, man. Time got away from me. I’ll take over if you want.” Jack felt bad about leaving his friend and partner to see to their guests alone. “Any problems?”

“No, and I’m just giving you a hard time. This group has been here enough times they know the ropes and the rules. Jeff’s up on the slopes answering any questions and giving pointers to those with little or no experience. We have two of the Arctic Cats out, the rest on skis.”

“Okay. We’ll ride up and help Jeff then I want to take Morgan out on one of the Cat’s.”

“What’s that?” Morgan asked.

Marc smiled at her. She looked cute all bundled up with only her face showing, her nose pink with the cold. “They’re snowmobiles. We have five two seaters and a couple one seaters. These are built for smooth riding, but they’re fast nonetheless.”

“Boys and their toys,” she replied with a grin.

“You like the toy you’re wearing now, Morgan, don’t deny it,” Jack teased her, referring to the small vibrator nestled inside her pussy.

“Jack!” she hissed, mortified that Marc might know what he’s referring to.

Marc looked at Jack and when he simply said,” Bullet,” Marc chuckled at Morgan’s reaction.

“Considering what I saw this morning, darlin’, knowing you have that little toy tucked inside you is nothing. Are you enjoying yourself?”

Morgan glared up at Jack. “He’s as insufferable as you. I want to go skiing now.”

“Now that’s the Morgan Jack has described to me over the years. She’s pouting, Jack. You’d better let her have some fun so she’ll be more malleable tonight.”

“What’s tonight?” she asked suspiciously of the two grinning loons.

“Come on, Princess. Ignore Marc, he’s just jealous and wants to cause trouble.”

Marc watched Jack swing an arm around Morgan and lead her to the lifts that would take them up to the slopes and snowmobiling trails thinking he was right. He was jealous. There seemed to be a good chance this was going to work out for Jack and Morgan and he couldn’t be happier for them. He had blown his one chance with Cassie and though seven years had passed since the last time he saw her and five since he had spoken to her, he had never gotten over her. When she had refused to see him after that fateful night, he had made sure she received a long letter from him, letting her know he would always be here for her if she ever needed anything. She knew his address, the lodge’s phone number and his cell number. He had managed to keep in touch with her via monthly phone calls and weekly emails for two years, after which she had severed those ties as well. She was probably married with children by now, but, if so, he’d rather not know about it. If he didn’t know, then he could always hope they would get a second chance someday.

“Are you ready?” Jack asked Morgan after he lowered the safety bar on the lift chair and they slowly ascended.

Swinging her legs and looking down as they lifted off, she said, “For what?”

“This.” Jack flipped the remote to the vibrator on high, sending Morgan into instant arousal.

With a startled shriek, Morgan clutched the safety bar in her gloved hands as the small gadget pulsed strongly inside her. Nestled right next to her clit, she could do nothing but go with the flow and ride out the instantaneous pleasure. Burying her face in Jack’s shoulder, she moaned softly, pressing her legs tightly together, hoping that would either ease her arousal or send it over.

“Let go, Morgan. Go flying, right here, right now, while we’re up in the air. Don’t worry; I’ll be here to catch you.”

It was too much. The dizzying height their lift had taken them, Jack’s deep voice, and that insistent vibration between her legs all combined to throw her into a shattering climax that left her breathless and limp with pleasure. By the time they reached the top, Jack had turned it off and she was reduced to small tremors.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Jack chuckled as he helped her down. “We were too far away for anyone to notice anything.” He wondered how long it would take her to lose enough modesty that she could come and not care who knew or saw. While her embarrassment and shyness was cute, he looked forward to the day she could orgasm and not give a damn who was around.

After introducing her to Jeff, a young ski instructor who donated some time to these groups in exchange for free use of the lodge’s facilities for him and his girlfriend, Jack outfitted Morgan with some skis. “I’m going to relieve Jeff for a spell, but you go ahead and have fun. The slopes are marked as to degree of difficulty, beginner, intermediate and experienced. I know you’ve skied before, but it might be best to start slow and work your way up.”

“Always protective, aren’t you, Jack?” Morgan asked, secretly pleased he hadn’t stopped looking out for her even though she was no longer that pathetic, ignored little girl he had first met.

“You’re my responsibility while you’re here. And I take my responsibilities seriously. Go, I’ll join you shortly.”

An hour later, Morgan was tired and cold, but exhilarated in a way she didn’t think she had ever been. Up here, away from her boring tedious job in Human Resources at her father’s company and away from her parent’s negative influence, she felt relaxed and free. Seeing the different views of the mountains from the ski lift and then the slopes, she longed to have her pencils with her. It had been years since she sketched or painted, a love she had been forced to give up in college when her parents had insisted she change her major from art to business, an insistence that was followed up with a threat of disinheritance if she didn’t comply. She had done as they ordered, but managed to sneak in a minor in art.