Make Me Yours (13 page)

“No, I wouldn’t have, but you have to be sure. Not just about me, but about leaving your home, your job, everything you’ve known. And Morgan?”

Morgan looked up into his serious face and dark eyes. The bright sunlight made his hair look lighter, which made the contrast with his dark beard even sexier. He was so big she felt small and petite next to him and she wanted nothing more than to be with him always. It had been that way for her for twenty years. Not even his long absences had been able to dissuade her from that desire. “What?” she asked, already knowing that leaving her life in Chicago permanently would be no hardship for her.

“My lifestyle isn’t a phase. When it comes to sex, I’ve shown you what I want, what I’ll always demand as a lover.”

Smiling, she teased, “And I think I’ve done a damn good job of showing you I not only accept your domination, but rather enjoy it.”

He couldn’t deny that she had taken to submitting to him as if she had been in the lifestyle for years, but it was hard to let go of the fears that had made him keep his distance for so long. But when had he ever been able to deny her anything for long? Looking down into her bright eyes, he sighed in defeat. Kissing her nose, he said, “Can you stay a week or two longer without your parents sending the National Guard to rescue you from my evil intentions? After that, if you still want to move here, move in with me, well, there’s nothing I’d like more.”

Morgan felt giddy with relief. He was willing to give a relationship with her a try and that’s all she’d ever wanted. “I have plenty of vacation time, but I don’t need it. I know what I want. I’ve always known, Jack. As for my parents, they never gave a damn when I spent time with you before, in fact, I know they were grateful when I turned to pestering you for attention instead of them. I’m not going to start letting them run my life now because they want something from me.”

Draping his arm around her, he started walking down the street. “Try not to alienate them too much, Morgan. They are your parents.”

“Well, it’s a little late for them to remember that now.”

Jack didn’t blame her for being bitter, but he knew they weren’t going to bow out gracefully, not when they wanted something. Their next stop was the garage that was repairing her car and they were both pleased that the side door had been repaired enough to make it usable and the rest of the repairs would be done in a day or two. Morgan had instructed Jack to just give the shop permission to make the necessary repairs to get the BMW running again as she intended to trade it in on something more practical.

After meeting Marc for dinner, the three of them returned to the lodge where Jack left her alone in the loft while he and Marc went downstairs to start putting up the equipment and preparing the club room for the next couple weeks of regular guests.

Two days later, Morgan was blissfully happy and more certain than ever that a life with Jack was what she wanted. She had spent the last two days drawing both from the windows in the loft and from various spots outdoors and was anxious to get her paints from her apartment and start painting. Her car had been delivered that morning and she was now able to make the trip back home to retrieve her things, but she was in no hurry. She definitely wasn’t looking forward to the confrontation with her parents when she told them she was moving here permanently and she wasn’t ready to leave Jack yet, not even for a few days. Not only would she miss him, but damn it, for the first time she had a satisfying sex life and she wasn’t ready to put it on hold, not even for a few days.

Jack’s inventive expertise coupled with his stamina left her weak and trembling and eager for more. He took her whenever the mood struck, wherever they happened to be. She was actually used to Marc walking in on them and her embarrassment was usually short lived. This morning, when Jack bent her over the couch after breakfast, she wasn’t even surprised when Marc had calmly taken a seat behind them and jacked off while watching them. His presence added to her excitement and the sight of his ejaculation set off her second orgasm and the feel of Jack’s climax triggered her third.

Morgan was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn’t hear Jack come into the loft. When his hands slid over her shoulders and down his shirt that was the only thing she was wearing, she was startled at first, but when he cupped her breasts and kneaded them, she leaned her head back and smiled up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. This seems to be a favorite spot of yours,” he said meaning her place in front of the large windows.

“Mmm, yes, and your hands seem to have landed on a favorite spot of yours.”

“Yes, they have. Your nipples were already hard though, which makes me wonder what you were thinking about.” When she didn’t respond, he pinched her nipples tightly, drawing a moan from her. Her quick, eager responses never failed to surprise him, and spur him on.

“I was thinking about this morning, and how good it felt to have you inside me,” she gasped when he increased the pressure on her sensitive buds.

Releasing her nipples, he resumed kneading her breasts. “And having Marc watch and get himself off? Did that excite you, princess?”

Squirming uncomfortably, she mumbled, “Maybe.” It was one thing to enjoy having an audience, and quite another to admit it.

“Does that mean you’re not sure?”

Morgan glared up at him. “It means I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather have sex again.”

“I don’t like your tone, Morgan. I ask questions because I need to know how you feel. I especially need to know if there is something you’re not comfortable with, and I need to know before you resent me for it.”

She could tell by his cool tone he wasn’t happy with her, but it was still difficult for her to admit certain things to herself, let alone him. “Yes, it turned me on to have him watch, is that what you wanted to hear,” she snapped.

“Only if it’s the truth.”

“What if I said I wasn’t comfortable with what he did?”

Jack shrugged. “Then it wouldn’t happen again.” But now that he knew she was comfortable with Marc, they were going to take her a step further. Pulling away from the temptation of her soft breasts, he held his hand out to her. “Come with me.”

Morgan clasped his hand and followed him down the hall, her nipples stiff and tingling, and her pussy damp and ready for his possession. When he led her into Marc’s room instead of his, she looked at him questioningly. “What are we doing in here?”

Jack heard the unease in her voice and smiled at her. A little uncertainty was good, but he didn’t want her afraid. “Marc has something I don’t have in my room.”

Following his look, Morgan saw the wall opposite the king size bed was all mirrors. “Uh, Jack, I said I was okay with Marc watching us. That doesn’t mean I want to watch.” The thought of seeing her less than perfect body next to his left her unsettled.

“I do, and it’s my wishes that matter. Strip and kneel facing the mirror, legs spread wide. I’ll be right back.”

His tone brooked no argument, which only seemed to turn her on more. Unbuttoning the shirt, she tossed it on the bed before going to her knees, keeping her eyes averted from her image in the mirror. When Jack returned carrying a round, leather paddle and a small white tube, her nipples puckered even tighter and she could feel her copious juices seep from between her swollen lips, coating her thighs. Through the mirror, she watched Jack strip, her heart tripping as it always did at the sight of his thickly muscled body. When he knelt behind her, she could feel the hairs on his chest and legs against her, their rough abrasiveness exciting. Leaning back against him, she closed her eyes and moaned when his hands clasped her breasts.

“No, Princess. I want you to watch me pleasure you. Open your eyes,” he demanded.

Morgan opened her eyes and watched his dark hands fondle her white breasts, his fingers grasp her nipples and his head dip to the side to kiss her neck. Though she’d never cared to look at her naked body, right now she enjoyed the sight of his hands on her, loved the way he could arouse her within seconds of touching her, relished the way he knew her body and seemed to crave it as much as she did his.

“See how beautiful you are, Morgan? How your nipples respond to my touch?” Moving one hand slowly down her waist, he palmed her pussy. “How wet you are, wet and swollen and eager for my cock?” He easily slid his middle finger between her slick folds, enjoying the feel of her warm sheath and her increasing heartbeat beneath his other hand.

Thrusting into his hand, she begged, “Jack, please, quit tormenting me.”

“Tsk, tsk. That’s not the proper way to address me, now is it?” His hand moved from between her legs, around her hip, to palm her right buttock. “That’s your second infraction. The first was your tone earlier. Turn sideways on your hands and knees, Princess. Now.”

Morgan quivered and she moved into position, her breath snagging as he reached for the paddle and knelt behind her.

“Watch in the mirror while I paddle your pretty ass, Morgan.”

Morgan did as he instructed, turning her head and watching as he brought the paddle down on her left buttock. She couldn’t prevent crying out at the instant sting, nor the moan that quickly followed as heat blossomed across her cheek, making her pussy ache to be filled. Another swat landed on her other cheek and then back to the left side. His swats were slow and methodical, some soft enough there was little pain, only to be followed by a sharper slap that elicited another cry from her. Soon she was lost in the pleasure/pain engulfing her, her ass lifting for each stroke even as she whimpered when it struck. All her concentration was on her buttocks, on accepting the pain and the pleasure she got from it, so much so that she didn’t notice Marc was in the room with them. It wasn’t until he was standing in front of her, naked, his hard cock in his hand, his eyes watching Jack’s ministrations, that she acknowledged his presence.

“That’s a beautiful sight, Jack,” he said, his eyes going to hers as he smiled at her.

Morgan smiled back, grateful for his easy going manner. When Jack set the paddle down and leaned over her back, his cock nestled between her sore cheeks, she couldn’t prevent from pushing against him in acceptance.

Kissing her neck, Jack whispered near her ear, “I want to watch you suck him while I take your ass, Princess. Will you do that for me?” Jack held his breath, waiting for her response. Her body had stiffened at his request, but then quickly relaxed, as if the idea held some appeal. Shifting slightly, he angled his cock down and caressed her folds, slipping between them to dampen his dick, but not entering her. She was soaking, her breathing heavy, her nipples hard points of arousal, all excellent signs of acceptance.

Turning to look at him, she whispered uncertainly, “You won’t mind?”

Chuckling, he kissed her softly. “Marc and I have shared women before, but I will admit, this won’t happen often. I seem to be a bit possessive of you, Princess.”

Such a simple statement, but it went a long way towards reassuring her. Nodding her head, she turned back towards Marc who watched her patiently, his cock hard and seeping.

“Open for me, darlin’.” With his hands around the base of his shaft, Marc pushed between her soft lips and sunk into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. “Shit, Jack, I’m not going to last long.”

“Then I better join you.” Grabbing the tube of lubricant, Jack moved to kneel behind Morgan, her red buttocks an enticing lure. Coating two fingers, he spread her cheeks and sank both digits into her tight hole in one stroke. Slowly, he explored her anus, liberally coating her as he stroked sensitive nerve endings. When she moaned around Marc’s cock and shoved back against him, he knew she was ready for him.

Morgan tried to concentrate on Marc’s cock, but it was difficult, especially when Jack slowly pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with the slick head of his cock at her entrance. Bracing herself for his possession, she was relieved when he entered her slowly, his hands gripping her hips tightly to keep her from moving and forcing too much of him at one time.

“Deep breaths through your nose, Morgan,” Marc softly instructed her while his hands moved to clasp her head to hold her still.

Held securely at front and back, Morgan could do nothing but take their cocks and glory in their possession. The invasion of Jack’s cock in her ass burned, but the discomfort soon turned to pleasure and she was grateful for the plug experience and anal play he had applied in preparation for this moment. Her anus felt stretched and filled, and as he moved slowly in and out, she was startled to feel the onset of a climax.

Jack, whose attention didn’t miss a thing, smiled and nodded at Marc. As the two of them sped up their thrusts, Jack slid his right hand between her legs and clasped her swollen clit between two fingers. “Come for us, Princess. Come now.” Milking her clit between his fingers as he pummeled her ass with his cock, he was gratified to feel her come soak his hand and hear her muffled scream around Marc’s cock.

Morgan was drowning in a sea of sensation. Her ass was spasming around Jack’s cock as she came over and over, her mouth never releasing the treasure of Marc’s plunging dick. When she felt Marc’s semen coating her mouth as Jack’s filled her rectum, she came again, her body shaking with the raw carnality of her release and their possession.

Chapter Eight

Morgan awoke to Jack’s cock prodding her from behind. Sighing, she pushed her ass back against him and lifted her leg, giving him easier access to her pussy. When he slipped easily inside her, she murmured, “Are you ever satisfied?”

Jack twisted her hair in his hand, using his grip to turn her face up to his. “You satisfy me so well it always leaves me wanting more. Maybe in fifty years I’ll finally have my fill of you.” His mouth took hers in a deep drugging kiss as his cock surged deep inside her.

Morgan didn’t think even fifty years would be enough for her, and then she didn’t think at all as she felt the first ripples of pleasure consume her. Jack let go of her hair and moved his arm around her waist, holding her tightly against his hard chest and pumping hips. She loved how being held so tightly made her feel, how her vulnerability over her not being able to move freely enhanced her pleasure. While one hand gripped his muscled forearm tightly, she moved the other between her legs, letting her fingers caress his cock and her entrance as he increased his thrusts.