Then he glided past the tight ring of muscle and tunneled his way inside, slowly. So
slowly. Morgan gasped as he forged each new inch into her body, deeper, deeper, in a
seemingly endless, pleasure pain-filled slide.
When she stood on her tiptoes, certain she couldn’t take a centimeter more of his
cock, she felt the gentle slap of his balls against her. He was in to the hilt.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “You’re going to rip at my composure every
time you breathe.”
Morgan certainly hoped so. That pending orgasm still bubbled just under the surface
of her skin, waiting for one more touch to her clit, one long stroke of his cock.
Instead, Jack gripped her hips with insistent fingers, drew in a harsh breath, then
another.
“I’m not going to last long,” he croaked. “Neither are you.”
With that, he pulled back, almost to the point of withdrawal, then sank all the way
inside the depths of her ass again. The wicked, burning pressure had Morgan pounding a
fist on the table. Pleasure and pain. Forbidden and fabulous. Oh, she could lose herself
in sensation like this. Close. So damn close…
He ripped off the blindfold then. She blinked, trying to get accustomed to the haze of
red light over head. Being able to see again didn’t blunt her sense of touch or smell at all.
Instead she could see a mirror beside the door, and the strain on Jack’s reflection as he
held back, all corded muscles in his shoulders, the strain of restraint in his neck. Veins
bulged in his forearms as white-knuckled fingers gripped her hips.
“Watch us,” he commanded. “Watch me fuck your tight virgin ass.”
Morgan watched, helpless to do anything else as he pushed in, pulled out, in long,
strong glides, filling her with mind-numbing pleasure so hot, so huge, she could barely
take it in. She whimpered, transfixed by the sight, by the feel of him inside her.
“One last thing and I’ll let you come, cher.”
Morgan licked dry lips. “Yes. Anything, sir.”
“In the fantasies you told Andrew, did you mention being tied down?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you tell him you wanted to have your nipples clamped?”
“No.”
“Do you like it?” He reached up and gave a gentle tug on the chain between the
clamps.
Great swells of pain and ecstasy tumbled through her nipples, spun through her
body, swelling her clit again. “Yes.”
“Did you tell him you wanted him to fuck your ass?”
“Yes, sir.”
And Jack did, two more bittersweet, slow, strong thrusts into her, all the way to the
hilt. Morgan gasped, moaned. She couldn’t take any more.
“Please, sir!”
“Almost…” he promised. “What else did you tell him you wanted?”
No. If she told him that… No. What would he think?
“Th—that’s all,” she lied.
He smacked her ass and plunged into her with a series of quick, harsh strokes.
Morgan cried out. More heat thrown onto the ever-burning fire between her legs. Damn,
why couldn’t she come? The climax burning inside her was bigger than anything she’d
ever felt. She should have tumbled over long ago.
Had her body already learned to wait for his command?
“Lie to me again and I’ll stroke myself, come at your feet, and leave you to ache all
night.”
Morgan swallowed, never doubting he’d do it. “Please don’t make me say it, sir.”
“Last chance,” he grated out, stilling his thrusts completely. “Or I’m leaving.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, grappling helplessly between her body’s needs and her
fears. Would he judge her harshly? Would he think she was a depraved whore, too?
“Tell me,” he cajoled.
With a gentle pinch, Jack removed the clamps from her nipples. Blood rushed back
into them, swelling them with a burst of need. Yes! Then the sensation rocketed down to
her clit.
Just as it hit her there, he reached beneath her again, fingers hovering so close to her
aching bundle of nerves, she could feel the heat of his hand. But still, he didn’t touch her
clit. Morgan moaned. All she had to do was be honest about one itty-bitty secret and he’d
give her the best orgasm of her life.
This was Jack. He understood her fantasies. Clearly, he had some of his own. He’d
given her everything her body secretly desired so far. He would help her deal with this,
too. She had to believe he would. Had to have trust…
“Two men,” she blurted as she opened her eyes to find Jack’s gaze in the mirror by
the door.
Instead, she found Deke standing in the portal, watching them.
Her eyes widened. She bucked under Jack, trying to get away. But cuffed at the wrist