She concentrated on her body, the cool air on her exposed nipples, the bra lifting up her breasts like a proud offering. She focused on the crotchless panties that didn’t quite cover her ass or stop the gush of moisture rushing from her vagina to coat her inner thighs. She felt the thigh-high stockings hugged her in every way, emphasizing the small square of cloth covering her damp curls.
Nervous, yes. But far more aroused. And determined not to examine what she and Jack did or judge their actions. If it sounded good and felt good, she’d just do it.
That all sounded good, but without any idea what Jack might want—demand—from her, Morgan waited, aware of the ache of erotic fear and need building, building inside her.
Jack opened the door wearing black leather pants—and nothing else.
His eyes walked all over her, starting at the swollen mouth she’d been chewing on for the past ten minutes, down the pale slope of her breast, gliding over the flat of her bared tummy, then zooming in right between her thighs, framed by lace, silk, and fishnet.
She watched his face. The heat raced to his eyes. The firm lines of his jaw grew tight. Her gaze skipped down past the bunched golden muscles of his wide chest and shoulders, down farther to the thick erection that grew at record speed.
Despite her nerves, Morgan smiled.
“I wouldn’t be too happy yet. I’m going to make your earn my cock and your orgasms tonight.”
Her smile faltered. If he noticed it, Jack said nothing.
“Come in and sit on the table.”
“But—”
“No speaking unless I give you permission. Is that clear? Either nod or shake your head.”
Stern, intense, beautiful. Morgan knew she should have been furious with his high-handed attitude. Instead, she was curious and wet and wanting. And filled with an electric thrill.
She nodded and made her way into the room.
Jack swung the door wider to accommodate her, and it felt symbolic. A door opening. She would just embrace this part of her without judging it, without dwelling on what others would say.
“Sit,” he barked. “I won’t repeat myself again.”
Morgan snapped to attention and brought herself back to the present. Time for thinking later. Time for obeying was now. With quick steps, she made her way to the center of the room and perched her ass on the table, scooting back until she was fully seated. She crossed her legs, clenching her thighs together to relieve the ache, and waited.
With a hot challenge lighting his eyes, Jack placed a hand on each knee and pried her thighs apart, then wide. “Don’t cross your legs to me. When we’re alone, they’re open wide, signaling your availability and showing me your sweet, wet pussy. Understood?”
She wanted to be angry that he was going to tell her how to sit now. It was damn demanding. Overbearing. And arousing as his stare made its way down to the wet flesh he exposed, and he caressed her with his eyes. A fresh ache tightened behind her clit, gently pulsing in time with her heartbeat.
And she understood. This was why she thrilled to Jack’s domination. He was so focused on her, so concentrated on taking her in with each sense, in every way he could. He enveloped her mind in the sexual experience so thoroughly, she couldn’t possibly think, much less think about anything else. Soon, she would have all his power, testosterone, and self-control directed at her pleasure. At the thought, she felt flushed, faint.
And Jack hadn’t really even touched her.
“Do you understand?” Jack asked between gritted teeth.
Morgan answered him with a nod.
He turned away to open a few boxes on the counter behind him. He stuffed something she couldn’t see in the pocket of his pants, then turned back to her with something long and sparkling and golden. When he held it up for her, she saw it was a thick gold chain with a ruby-studded heart dangling. It was beautiful. Stunning. Too big to be a bracelet, certainly. Too short to fit around her neck and have the pendant dangle between her breasts. What did he intend?
“If you agree to wear this, you agree to be mine. Only mine. Sexually, you do what I say, when I say, how I say, and where I say. If you put this on, the word ‘no’ leaves your vocabulary. You answer me with a polite ‘yes, sir.’”
He stroked the ruby pendant across one exposed nipple, then the other. The cold of the gems, the riot of sensations, forced her to draw in a trembling breath.
“You may speak. Ask me questions before you answer.”
Be his? For tonight? That had to be what he meant. No way was the man talking forever.
Morgan licked her dry lips, aroused, oh-so-needy. “I have no questions, sir. I want to be yours.”
The pulse jumped at the base of his neck. He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed. This meant something to him, and the fact he couldn’t quite conceal it touched her heart. But her eyes didn’t stop their visual dessert. Her stare moved onto the veins roping his heavy forearms, bulged as he formed fists. His flat belly taut, as if he was poised to spring into action. And his cock, she hadn’t thought it possible but he seemed to lengthen another inch.
“I want that, too, cher.” His stare seduced and revered her at once.
Palms sweating, Morgan longed to press her thighs together to relieve the fresh, heavy ache he’d created…but didn’t dare.
“You understand that, once I put this on you, you are mine to tease, punish, torment, and fuck at will?”
Yes. Fine. Hurry. The waiting was killing her. Quickly, she nodded.
“You know that your entire body will belong to me?”
Again, she nodded.
“That anytime I indicate I want to make use of your mouth, your cunt, or your ass, you assume the position I request, no matter what?”
Morgan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. The unknown, anal sex, and anything else he could dream up, wouldn’t worry her. She had to trust Jack to make everything good. God knew his words alone were reaching into her deepest fantasies, pushing her past caution, past her inhibitions.
She shot a deferential gaze up to him, her nipples hard as diamonds. “Yes, sir.”
“I will take care of you. Trust me to know when you need my cock and how. Trust me to understand your fantasies and make each of them come true. Trust me to know when you need a good spanking and when you just need me to wrap my arms around you.”
Wrap his arms around her? As if he would, what? Support her? Love her? He talked like he meant this to be beyond tonight. Like he did meant it to be forever…
“Understand?” His voice was soft, but no less demanding.
Not really. But she was too impatient to ask. “Yes, sir.”
Without another word, he stepped behind her and clasped the jeweled pendant around her neck. It clung to her like a choker, snug but not restrictive. The pendant of rubies pooled in the hollow at the base of her throat, rapidly warming to her skin. He walked around the table again for a peek.
“It looks perfect on you.” With a gentle finger skimming her skin, Jack outlined the pendant.
His gaze never left hers. Never wavered. A world of promise and sinful mastery lay in his eyes. Morgan had seen Jack in a lot of ways in the past few days: angry, asleep, protective, aroused. But she’d never like this, possessive and totally determined.
Morgan exhaled a ragged, aroused breath.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “Lie back and keep your legs spread so I can see that sweet pussy.”
