“Yes, Morgan.” She liked saying that phrase. It seemed the more she said it, the more pleasure it brought her.
Rodgers lay down on the mat on his back. His cock was hard and ready and standing at attention.
Morgan stopped her beside the mat and put a hand on her back. “Mount him.”
It was an order, not a request. She met Rodgers’s gaze, and the smile he gave her settled her nerves a bit. Bending down, she got to her knees and centered herself over him. Then she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t as large as Morgan.
Morgan grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to a sitting position. “Don’t like his dick too much. You are mine.” He kissed her savagely, almost bruising her lips. The force of it caused her nipples to harden to tight little buds, and her pussy clutched at the cock inside her.
“She likes it when you’re rough with her, Morgan,” Rodgers said, touching one of her nipples with a fingertip.
Morgan released her hair and swiped his tongue across her kiss-swollen lips. “I know.”
Grace’s tummy trembled, her body so alive she thought she would explode from the electricity flowing through her. Looking into Morgan’s deep, dark eyes, her heart swelled with a feeling she’d never experienced before. He was powerful and handsome, a true man who knew what he wanted and went after it with passion. Her face heated, her pussy rippling around Rodgers’s cock that she was impaled upon.
“Give me your hands, Grace,” Morgan said, his voice soft yet firm.
She raised her hands. Morgan took hold of the chains dangling from overhead. They jingled against each other as Morgan fastened the handcuffs attached to the chains around her wrists. He brushed a kiss across her lips then rose to move behind her. She heard some scuffling behind her, and then Morgan reappeared with a small, black, leather-covered stool. It was shaped like a little bench. Morgan placed it over Rodgers’s stomach.
“This is a brace to help hold you in place. Rest yourself on it,” Morgan told her, putting his hand on her shoulder and urging her to bend at the waist.
She lowered herself onto the brace. It fit just beneath her breasts at her ribcage and supported her upper body. Still, her arms were pulled upward, her wrists shackled by the handcuffs. The muscles in her shoulders were stretched, but it wasn’t painful.
Rodgers brushed the palm of his hand over her nipples. “What a wonderful view,” he said, tweaking one.
Grace shuddered, a shot of lightning buzzing to the back of her tongue.
Rodgers smiled beneath her and thrust his hips upward, sending his cock deeper inside her.
“Wait, Rodgers, we’re not ready yet,” Morgan said, behind her again. He ran one hand over the cheek of her ass. “But I’m not going to wait any longer. Spread your legs, Grace.”
She struggled to do as he asked, her position not the best to be able to move on her own. Morgan moved in behind her, dropping to the mat between her legs. Morgan’s legs fit in between hers on the outside and Rodgers’s on the inside. Fingers rambled down the cleft of her ass, spreading her. Heat rushed up from her center, flushing her face. She wrapped her fingers around the chains the handcuffs were latched to and prepared to be invaded.
“Justice, you know what to do,” Morgan said above her, and then he pressed the head of his cock against her anus. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he spoke in a low tone. “You won’t be able to speak, Grace. If you want to stop, wave one of your hands. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Morgan,” she said. Her throat was tight, her need to have him inside her building to the point she was afraid she would come as soon as he entered her.
“Well then, let’s begin.” Morgan smoothed his hand over her back and then surged forward.
Grace let out a groan as he slid into her ass. She was filled to the brim, the pressure inside between the cock in her pussy and the one is her ass exquisite. The chains holding her arms rattled metallically as the two men began to fuck her. First one, then the other, pulling back and thrusting forward, creating a heat that travelled all the way up her spine. Her cream flowed freely, wetting her all the way down the inside of her thighs. Morgan’s hand on the small of her back put pressure even from above, and she could feel every tiny movement of his dick in her ass. Friction and pleasure with a hint of sweet pain was about to send her over the edge. Rodgers leaned up from beneath her and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh my god,” she said, throwing her head back.
“Justice, it’s time,” Morgan said.
Justice moved into her line of sight, his cock thick and stiff. She licked her lips, pretty sure she knew what was coming.
Justice stepped closer, one foot on each side of Rodgers’s head. He placed one hand at the back of her head and looked into her eyes. “Open.”
Taking a deep breath, she parted her lips.
Slowly, Justice’s cock entered her mouth. With his hand holding the back of her head, he inched forward, easing into her mouth. “Oh hell, this girl is hot,” he said through clenched teeth.
Then the real fucking began. Her body went wild with fire, the flames licking every inch of her as three cocks fucked every orifice her body had. Her muscles coiled low in her stomach, her breath coming hot through her nostrils as Justice’s shaft bumped against the back of her throat. Rodgers thrust up from below, his teeth scraping her nipple as he sucked at it even harder, his other hand pinching her other nipple until the pleasure-pain shot through her to her back teeth. Morgan groaned behind her, his rhythm fucking her ass slow and calculated as he thrust forward and pulled back.
“Grace, come for us. Come now!” Morgan commanded, thrusting forward.
She convulsed, pure white light shattering behind her eyelids. Justice groaned and stiffened, shooting his seed down her throat while she swallowed the warm liquid instinctively. Morgan grabbed her hips, filling her ass with his hot cum. At the same time, Rodgers released her nipple from his mouth and moaned loudly as he came in her pussy. The chains holding her rattled and thrashed against each other as Grace’s world filled with more passion than she had ever known, sparkles of electricity tingling all the way to her very soul.
Justice pulled out of her mouth and stepped back, wiping sweat from his forehead. Morgan moved back, his cock sliding out of her ass. She convulsed once more, the orgasm winding down, her body spent.
“Let’s get her down,” Morgan said.
A flurry of movement centered around her as her hands were uncuffed, and Morgan lifted her by the waist off the brace. Her pussy still quivered, the rest of her body limp, as Morgan turned her over and cradled her in his arms. Her eyes closed, her body so full of satisfaction she just wanted to fall asleep in this man’s arms.
The next thing she knew, warm water was lapping around her body and she was floating. She opened her eyes. “Where am I? What’s happening?”
“You’re with me, in the pool.” Morgan brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Grace looked around the room. The pool was enclosed in a lovely room, complete with windows looking out at the woods and plants placed around the edges of the pool. She looked at Morgan, meeting his gaze. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Thank God,” he said, smiling widely.
Moving her arms through the water, she realized she was lying prone across his arms, which were supporting her as she floated. “You have a very nice smile. You should wear it more often.”
The smile dropped from his lips, but within seconds, the corners of his mouth curled up again. “What is it about you that makes me want to smile?” He pulled his arms from beneath her, and she was plunged into the warm water.
She struggled for an instant before her feet found the bottom of the pool, and then she shot up through the water and broke the surface. Moving her arms and feet, she treaded water in front of him. “What are you trying to do? Drown me?�
� she sputtered.
He laughed, the sound echoing inside the room. He raised his arms. “What? I’m not having a problem. The water is only chest deep.”
She splashed him, sending water flying. “For you maybe. I’m not a giant like you, Morgan Moss.” She turned and began to swim to the side. Then something grabbed her ankle, and she was plunged back into the water.
When she broke the surface again, she coughed. “You are trying to drown me.”
Morgan held her beneath her arms and lifted until she was eye to eye with him. “I am not trying to drown you, Grace. I’m playing with you.”
Even though he was holding her up in the air, her lawyer-sense kicked in. Pointing a finger at his nose, she began her argument. “Yes you are. In the first place, you put me in a pool without me knowing it. In the second place, you literally threw me in the water, and you obviously knew it was over my head. In the third place, you didn’t even know whether I could swim or not. In the fourth place, when I tried to swim away, you grabbed me by the ankle and yanked me underwater again. And in the—”
His mouth covered hers, cutting off her words. She struggled, slapping at him, but when his tongue invaded her mouth, she melted inside. Moaning, she placed her hands on either side of his head, her tongue wrestling with his. Her body heated yet again, the water becoming cool against her hot flesh. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her breasts against his chest. He was just as naked as she was and just as aroused as she was, too. Moving his hands from beneath her arms, he slid them down and cupped her ass, holding her up against him while he plundered her hungry mouth. She could feel his swollen cock bobbing against her ass as the water rippled around them.
Finally releasing her mouth, Morgan leaned back, still holding her beneath her ass. “You are a force to be reckoned with,” he said, his eyes taking on a soft, serious look.
“So are you.” She held his face in her hands. “I’m falling in love with you very quickly. You realize that, don’t you?”
Another smile bloomed on his lips. “I think I’m already smitten with you. As a matter of fact, I am in love with you.” He laughed. “You have cast some sort of spell on me, you little munchkin.”
A thrill moved through her, tickling up her spine to the nape of her neck. “Munchkin? Really?”
“Really.”
“I never expected to fall for a giant.”
He shifted her hips and expertly slid his cock into her pussy. “I’ll show you a giant.”
This time, he was slower, making love to her. His kisses were soft yet hot, his hands holding her gently against him as he moved with her in the water. Grace moaned low in her throat, her arms wrapped around his neck. She leaned back, locking her hands behind his neck. The water lapped at her breasts, feeling like warm, wet mouths lapping at her.
“You are beautiful,” Morgan said, turning her in a slow circle in the water. “I knew there was something about you as soon as you walked into my office. I had to have you.”
“You’ve got me,” she replied, her pussy pulsing around his hard shaft. “I never thought I’d meet my match when I met you, but, Morgan, you are an amazing man.”
“And you are an amazing woman.”
Together, they came, both of them shuddering with the force of their orgasm. The water splashed and rippled, carrying their pleasure all the way to the sides of the pool in circles that multiplied just as their pleasure multiplied.
Once they were able to breathe again, Grace placed her palm against his cheek. “I think I’d better get out of this water before I shrivel up.”
“All right. Are you hungry?” Morgan began walking through the water toward the steps leading out of the pool, still carrying her.
“Actually, I’m starving.” Water sluiced from her body as Morgan carried her up the steps of the pool and out of the water.
He moved to a lounge chair, lifted her slightly to disengage their coupling, then set her on her feet beside the chair.
Her legs felt rubbery and started to give out beneath her. She grabbed Morgan’s arm. “Wow, you’ve really given me a workout, haven’t you? I can barely stand up.”
Morgan helped her sit on the lounge chair and reached for a fluffy white towel that was draped over the back of it. “Here, let me help dry you off. Then we’ll go to my suite, and I’ll have Rachel bring us something to eat. What would you like?” He began rubbing the towel over first her arms and then down her back.
It felt luxurious to be pampered in this way. She’d never experienced anything like what had taken place here today. She wanted more of it. She liked the way Morgan took control of her, the way he could bring out the submissive side of her and use it to both of their advantages. A shiver ran through her just thinking about the way she had come, her mind and body exploding at the same time.
“Are you cold?” Morgan asked, wrapping the towel around her.
“No, not cold. Just thinking about today.” She smiled up at him and lifted her hand. “Help me up?”
He took her small hand in his large one and brought her to her feet. Her legs didn’t feel so fragile now. She could stand, and though her body felt like she’d run a marathon, she felt good. It was the good kind of tired, one she’d never associated with sex.
“You enjoyed today then, and all that has happened.” Morgan took her hand and led her across the room to a locker area where he opened a locker and removed a white fluffy robe and handed it to her.
She dropped the towel and allowed him to help her into the robe. Turning toward him, she rose up on her tiptoes, placing her hands flat on his chest. “I loved today. You’ve shown me something about myself I didn’t think was possible. I let someone else take control. And once I did that, I was free to just experience what was happening without worrying about my next move, my next thought or plan of action. It was freeing, and I truly want to feel that again.”
“You will, over and over if you like.”
She planted a kiss on his chin. “So, Morgan, do I have the internship for the summer?”
“You most definitely do.”
She dropped back down onto her heels. “We need to talk about something though.”
“What is that?” He took a larger version of the same robe she wore out of another locker and slid his arms into it.
“Like I said earlier, I loved the events of today. You said I’ll be experiencing them over and over again.” She tilted her head. “Does that mean that you’re not the jealous type? You said you’re in love with me, so I’m assuming you’re staking your claim here. What about when there are other men involved in our sex play?”
Morgan cupped her cheek in his hand and smiled softly. “I do love you, Grace, but you have much to learn about bonding camp and how our staff works together so intimately.” He kissed her lightly. “And I’m just the person to teach you how this all works.”
Grace gazed up at him, amazed at how lucky she had been to get the opportunity to meet this amazing man. The summer was looking like it was going to be great. The perfect internship along with the perfect lover. “So, just what do you have in mind to teach me? I’ll warn you, Morgan Moss, I’m a very fast learner.”
Morgan threw his head back and laughed. “You need your rest, but after that, I’ll show you something you’ve probably never seen before.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she said. “Now, where’s the food?”
Chapter Four
Grace was glad no one was around when she tiptoed across the compound to Morgan’s suite.
Dressed only in the fluffy white robe Morgan had given her to wear after their bout in the pool, she hoped they didn’t run into anyone as they crossed to the main house. Morgan held her hand all the way, and she felt almost as if her guardian was leading her through the woods. Silly girl.
Justice and Rodgers had disappeared after their last round of outrageous sex, and it didn’t bother Grace a whit. She looked up at the man walking beside her. Tall and handsome with a presence that no
t only took over a room, it took over her world. She was already in love with Morgan Moss, and even though she wasn’t sure exactly how that happened, she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
They walked along the paved path between the buildings, the flip-flops Morgan had given her to wear making little padding noises in the dark. The night was warm, a slight breeze ruffling her damp hair. Crickets chirped and other animals made their night noises, scurrying away from the path as Grace and Morgan passed. Moonlight shimmered through the leaves of the trees, giving them just enough light to navigate the path without straying.
Morgan led her to a side entrance of the main house. “We’ll go through here so we don’t disturb anyone.” He opened the door for her and let her pass.
The hallway was dimly lit, the wall sconces flickering like candlelight. “Just go to the door at the end. That’s my suite.” Morgan placed a hand on her back, urging her forward.
When she entered his suite, she was impressed. The room was a sitting room, complete with a massive couch and an equally massive TV. “Wow,” she said, kicking the flip-flops off just inside the door. Her feet sunk into plush carpet as she walked toward the couch. “This is like a home away from home. Is your apartment in the city this awesome?” she asked, turning to Morgan.
“Of course,” he said, crossing the room to pick up a phone from the end table. He punched in some numbers. “Rachel, would you please bring a fruit and cheese plate to my quarters? Thank you.” He hung up. “Food is on the way.”
“You actually woke her up to bring us food?” Grace placed her hands on her hips.
“Yes. That’s part of her job.” Morgan turned and walked through a doorway on the left. “She gets paid very well for what she does. And what she doesn’t do,” he said from inside the room.
Grace padded across the carpet to the doorway he had entered. Without bothering to knock, she walked into what turned out to be Morgan’s bedroom. “Don’t you think it’s a bit above and beyond the call of duty to call her to bring food at this time of night? It must be past midnight by now.”
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