“Being bound and fucked and made to submit,” Jack finished for her, even as his fists
clenched at his sides. He’d bet everything he owned that he knew what Morgan would
say next. “What was his response?”
This time she swallowed. Hard. And squeezed her eyes shut. A shimmering teardrop
squeezed out of one corner. Jack wanted to hit something. No, someone—Andrew.
“He told me I was depraved. That only a dirty whore would want such things. He said
he wouldn’t stay in the relationship unless I got professional help and learned to drive
those sorts of thoughts out of my head.”
Professional help? Where was Andrew right now? Never mind hurting the asshole,
Jack wanted to kill the bastard who’d made Morgan doubt herself and cry.
“I hope you called him every kind of a prick and told him to get fucked,” he growled.
“Not in those words. I threw his ring back at him and told him to keep it.” She bit her
lip, and a hint of mischief lit her blue eyes. “I think I may have indicated that he needed
to grow a real penis.”
Jack’s laughter was filled with relief. He brought her closer, tumbling her across his
lap. “Good girl. There’s nothing wrong with you, cher.” He looked right into her eyes,
hoping like hell she believed him. “Andrew is the one with problems, stupid jerkoff. He
didn’t like that you challenged his manhood, that you were stronger, that you wanted
something he wasn’t man enough to provide. You’re not depraved. You need someone
you can trust with your safety and pleasure, mind, body, and soul. I think that makes you
wonderful and perfect.”
Morgan’s jaw tightened. She fought more tears. And he didn’t want her to fight them.
Time to get them out, once and for all. He hoped like hell they’d be too busy fucking later
to succumb to more of them.
“Tell me,” he coaxed. “It’s okay.”
“I just couldn’t get his voice out of my head.” She broke then, tears cresting from her
eyes, down her cheeks, one crystal tear after another. She inhaled raggedly. “Over and
over, I could hear his voice telling me how depraved I was. That I was abnormal and—
and disturbed. That I was a whore.”
If the little prick was standing here now, even God couldn’t have saved him from
Jack’s rage. Andrew had nearly destroyed this beautiful woman’s sexuality to preserve
his own delusions about his adequacy. He’d be dealt with later. Jack would make sure of
that. Morgan needed him now.
“You’re nothing of the kind.” He dried her tears with his thumbs, then kissed each
damp cheek. “Did you like your pizza the same way he did?”
She frowned. “He didn’t even like pizza.”
“There was something definitely wrong with this guy.”
Morgan laughed through her tears, and Jack kissed her sweet, swollen mouth.
“My point is, cher, not everyone has the same taste. Pizza may be oversimplified, but
you understand. Don’t let his voice play in your head for another moment.”
Another command, a stern one. He didn’t expect her to heed it completely right now.
But if he could get his voice in her head to compete with asshole Andrew’s, his own voice
would eventually replace it.
“A—and my mother. Shortly after my engagement ended, she came to visit me, to
console me. She found some of my…books. Erotic ones with bondage and—”
“Cher, mamas don’t want to think about their daughters having sex, much less good
sex.”
Morgan looked at him with tear-drenched eyes and nodded. “It was terrible. I grew
up in a religious house. Sex was dirty to her. Evil. To say she was shocked by my private
library would be an understatement.” She bit her lip as fresh tears threatened. “She
shouted the same things as Andrew. Abnormal, d—depraved.”
And hearing that from her own mother had hurt. Jack saw the pale torment all over
her face.
“They’re ignorant and misguided,” he vowed. “Neither understands the deep bond of
trust and understanding a dominant and his submissive forms. You do. You’ve been
looking for it subconsciously for years. Now that you have it, you’re too smart to let it get away, aren’t you?”
A bare hesitation. A tiny one. She’d feel a not-so-gentle hand on the back of her ass
for it later, not because he didn’t understand her feeling or her need to think things
through, but because she had to start associating her guilt with unpleasant
consequences.
But she finally nodded in agreement.
“Are you ready to show yourself that you accept who and what you are?”