Make Me Yours (6 page)

“I will take you in every orifice, Morgan. Do you want to back out now?”

Morgan looked at the plug and tube of ointment with shock and instant denial rose in her before she took a deep breath to calm herself. He would stop if she asked him to, she reassured herself. “N-no, I don’t want to stop.”

“Good girl.” Jack’s hands gripped her still red buttocks and massaged those round globes, enjoying their soft firmness and the moans he was eliciting from Morgan. After she relaxed, he spread her cheeks with his thumbs, exposing her anus and felt her flinch. “Relax, Princess. If you don’t like this, we won’t do it. But I insist you try it a few times before you decide.” Grabbing the lube, he stuck the nozzle into her tight little hole and squeezed a generous portion into her. When she squeaked and wiggled in shock at the coolness, he slapped her buttock hard. “Be still.”

A muffled laugh escaped her as she blurted, “You try being still while having something cold shot up your ass!”

Her tone was filled with such amused indignity, he couldn’t help but smile. Slapping her other cheek, he replied, “That’s why I’m the boss. Remember, the one you agreed to submit to? Have you forgotten already?”

“No,” she quickly answered when he rubbed over the sore reminders of her spanking. “I’ll be still, I promise.”

Jack put that promise to the test when he pushed a single finger deep into her rectum in one stroke, allowing her no time to deny his invasion. It only took a few strokes of his finger in her ass to have her moaning and pushing back against him. When she whimpered and clutched the covers in obvious frustration, he inserted two fingers and proceeded to vigorously finger fuck her ass, not giving her time to deny the pleasure, or him.

“Jack, please,” Morgan moaned, shocked at how good it felt to have him in her most private place, a place she had never allowed anyone near. She was glad it was Jack introducing her to this new pleasure, however, if she had known what she was missing, she would have landed on his doorstep long before this.

“Not yet, Morgan. I chose a large plug. You need to be prepared.” Pulling his fingers from her tight orifice, he added one more and proceeded to take her ass with hard, deep strokes, stretching her unused hole and getting it well lubricated.

Morgan gasped, first in pain, then pleasure, when he added another finger. Her rectum felt full, stretched to the maximum, but the pleasure/pain was indescribable and had her pushing back for more, begging for release. “Please, Jack, I can’t stand it.”

“What do you need, Morgan?”

His tone demanded honesty and Morgan couldn’t hold back her plea, no matter how devastating it made her feel. “Fuck me, Jack. I need you to fuck me.”

Her answer was both a plea and a demand and exactly what he needed to hear. “I’m going to give you what you want, Princess, and God help us both if you’re sorry afterwards.”

“I won’t be, I promise.” Morgan didn’t care how he did it as long as he put this fire he started in her out. Her need had never been so high, her desire so out of control, her thoughts and body in such chaos.

Jack removed his fingers and slowly inserted the plug. He chose a special one for her, one that would vibrate while he took her pussy, the dual stimulation sure to send her skyrocketing. She cried out when it finally slipped fully inside her, her hips swaying with the unaccustomed fullness and foreign invasion. Before she had time to balk, he released his aching cock, grabbed her hips and thrust into her gushing pussy, her sheath clasping him in warm, wet welcome.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned as he thrust deeply, giving her no quarter. She had to learn right at the start that he liked his sex hard.

Morgan wasn’t complaining. Fisting her hands even tighter, she met his thrusts eagerly; the slight discomfort from his large size and the added tightness from the plug quickly gave way to nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. When a slight vibration started in her ass, she cried out and when Jack accompanied that with hard slaps to her buttocks, she fell into sensory overload. Sobbing, she met each of his hard thrusts eagerly, the stinging on her cheeks enhancing her ongoing pleasure. She came quickly, exploding around his pummeling cock, her cries echoing in the room.

Jack tried to restrain himself, but the feel of her orgasm coating his dick, of her slick walls clasping him tightly was too much. Reaching under her, he pinched her clit between two fingers, milking that tiny bud, coaxing her into giving him more. “Again, Morgan. Let me feel you come on my cock again.”

“Yes!” she cried out, unable to resist his demand, her body flying into a million pieces again and again as he continued to pound into her. When she felt him come, felt his cock jerking inside her and the heat of his ejaculation fill her, she came again, her body shuddering in ecstasy.

Jack disposed of the condom in the bathroom before returning to take Morgan’s sated, limp form into his arms. It worried him how right she felt, how much he had enjoyed taking her. Now that he knew how she felt wrapped around his cock, what she sounded like when she came, it would kill him to let her go. Morgan was spoiled, willful and dogged in her determination when she wanted something from him. And he had only abetted her behavior by giving in to her each and every time, including this time. At first it had been because he was trying to make up for the neglect she suffered from her indifferent parents. Now, it was simply because it gave him pleasure as well as eased any anxiety he had of what she might do if he refused her. The one time he had, she had ended up losing her virginity to a jerk in the back seat of a fucking car. He had found out about that incident from Agatha whom Morgan confided almost everything of a personal nature to. When she had told him how Morgan had cried in her arms late that night, telling her of Jack’s rejection, wondering why no one wanted her, he could have kicked himself for the way he had bungled that night. He hoped to God he wasn’t going to kick himself later for succumbing to her pleas.

“You have too many clothes on,” Morgan sighed as she cuddled against him.

Kissing her nose, he pulled away from her. “Sorry, Princess, but duty calls. Marc and I have to take our guests up to the ski slopes shortly. Did you bring anything warm and waterproof to ski in?”

“No, I just grabbed a few things, got in my car and left.”

Jack frowned down at her. “Did you even let anyone know where you were headed?”

Sitting up, Morgan grabbed the comforter, pulling it around her, her gaze disgruntled. “No, and don’t lecture me. After my mother’s tirade about how irresponsible and selfish it would be of me to end my engagement over such a petty reason, followed by her usual spiel of how lucky I was to have someone like Joel willing to marry me, my only thought was to get away as fast as I could.”

She was mad and hurt, which Jack could understand, but from the insistent peals of her phone coming from her bag, he thought it best if she answered her calls. Tossing her another one of his flannel shirts, he instructed, “Check your phone messages while I go downstairs. We have a small ski shop that should have something for you.”

When Jack returned ten minutes later, Morgan was wearing the shirt he had given her and was talking to her mother on the phone.

“Someone I’ve known for years, Mother, and no I’m not going to tell you anything else.” She paused while listening to her mother go on and on about her responsibilities, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “I don’t care. Then fire me, I hate that job anyway.”

Jack refrained from grabbing the phone and giving Kathleen Tomlinson a piece of his mind, something he had managed to keep from doing all these years. He could literally see the pleasure he wrought from Morgan only moments ago being obliterated by her mother’s words, words he knew were calculated to demean her only child, belittle her self worth so she would cave and do their bidding willingly.

“I’m going to stay as long as I want, Mother. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to come home, but no matter when that is, I’m not marrying Joel. You’ll just have to get your merger another way.”

Tears filled her eyes at whatever her mother said next making Jack stride over to her, ready to grab the phone. Morgan shook her head and turned away from him. “You do what you have to. But so will I. Good bye.”

“Morgan,” Jack reached for her, but she stepped back.

“I’m fine Jack. Let’s go skiing.”

Her bright smile was fake, but Jack knew a good way to cheer her up. “After a shower and a little grooming.”

Chapter Four

Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. “Strip,” he ordered while reaching into the huge shower to turn on the water.

“I think that’s your favorite word,” Morgan grumbled, her pleasure from finally having sex with Jack diminished by her conversation with her mother. “What if I don’t want to?” She felt she was justified in taking her irritation out on him since he was the one who had insisted she answer her phone, something she had successfully avoided doing for the past twenty four hours.

Jack raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Then you’ll suffer the consequences. Strip, Morgan.”

His tone had hardened, causing her nipples to stiffen and her pussy to clench, which just pissed her off more. Crossing her arms over her chest, she just glared back at him. She didn’t know why she was defying him, especially since she wanted to get naked with him again. As always, her mother’s condescension of any possible attraction she could inspire from a man brought out all her insecurities, making her doubt herself. Generally, she ignored both her parents when it came to their criticism of her, except where Jack was concerned. Then, she couldn’t seem to shove their hurtful words aside. Nobody’s opinion of her mattered more to her than Jack’s.

“Go away. I can shower by myself.”

Though it wasn’t easy, Jack ignored the pain and doubt he saw in her whiskey eyes. Now was not the time to coddle her. Before she could grasp his intentions, he had her bent over the counter, one arm holding her shoulders down, the other flipping up the shirt and descending hard and rapidly on her tender buttocks.

“I expect you to obey me when I give you an order, Morgan.” Two swats landed on her ass, raising an instant red hue. “And to trust me not only with your body, but your feelings.”

Morgan cursed and struggled against his hold even as lust spiked quickly and hotly with each smack of his hand. Her position made her feel vulnerable, her bare ass the sole object of his attention made her excited and the two combined left her shaking with both humiliation and need. With only a few well placed smacks, he had caused a burning pain that encompassed her whole backside, one that bled into pleasure so fast it made her head spin. Her pussy grew damp with embarrassing arousal and her struggle soon ceased, replaced by the voluntary lifting of her hips for each well placed erotic slap. Her curses switched to moans, her gasps of pain to whimpers of pleasure.

“I’m sorry, Jack. Stop, please…I’ll do as you say.” And hopefully get another mind blowing orgasm as a reward.

Jack lifted her up and turned her towards him. Holding her shoulders, he glared down at her pink, tear streaked face. “Do you trust me, Princess?”

“You know I do.”

“Then from now on, regardless of what anyone says to you or about you, trust that I like and care about you just as you are. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Morgan knew Jack wouldn’t lie to her or sugar coat his feelings to spare hers, yet it had only taken a few choice words from her mother to resurrect her insecurities about her body and her appeal. Ruthlessly, she shoved all negative thoughts aside and smiled up at him. “Okay.”

She gave in too easily, but Jack let the matter go for now. Morgan was a work in progress, but he was confident the end result of building her confidence would be worth the trial of obtaining that worthy goal. Unbuttoning the shirt, he slipped it off and nudged her into the shower with a hand on her warm, red butt. “In you go.”

Morgan stood under the spray and let the heated water cascade over her head and down her body. Stepping in with her, he grabbed the soap and proceeded to run his hands over all those lush, wet curves. When she moaned, leaned against the wall and spread her legs willingly for him, he smiled at the look of raw carnality on her face, the utter lack of modesty as she thrust against his hand. Soon he would show her the pleasure to be wrought by having those hips securely strapped down, unable to move while he drove her to inexplicable heights over and over.

After soaping her soft brown curls, he lifted her left leg onto the small seat next to her and instructed, “Stay just like that, Princess.”

“What are you doing?” Her wary gaze watched as he grabbed a razor off the small ledge that held the shampoo and soap.

“Haven’t you ever shaved down here?” Squatting in front of her, he grinned at the consternation on her face.

“No, of course not. Why would I?”

“I’ll show you why when I’m through. Now, hold real still. I don’t want to hurt your tender flesh. That could put a damper on our fun for a while. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

Shaking her head, Morgan watched him as he completely denuded her of all pubic hair. Even though she had always kept it trimmed, she was astonished at how much more she could feel as he slowly bared her flesh to his gaze and fingers. He was very thorough, pulling her lips to the sides and scraping all the way down to her anus. When he was done, he grabbed the shower head and directed it over her pussy, making her gasp as the warm water hit bare, sensitive flesh. When his fingers joined the water in caressing her soft folds, she whimpered, closing her eyes against the onslaught of sensations. She could feel every small touch, each caress of his blunt fingers as he stroked her thoroughly before using his thumbs to open her fully to his gaze.

“What a pretty pussy, all swollen and wet, ready for me. Turn the water away and watch me, Morgan.”

Morgan gazed down at him, unable to refuse the demand in his voice. Slowly he ran his tongue up her slit, his thumbs keeping her open as he lapped at her. She could feel his soft beard against her skin, his tongue caressing her inner walls, his fingers moving as he stroked her deeply. The scratchiness from his dark beard only heightened her pleasure and she couldn’t keep from clasping his head and pushing further into his face. His chuckle vibrated through her cunt making her thrust against his mouth harder, praying for a deeper, harder touch.