When she cried out again, Jack gentled her with a soft touch, curling his palm around the back of her head.
“Morgan, take a deep breath.” He waited until she did, then whispered in a quiet, hypnotic voice. “You’re safe. You’re fine. I’ve got you.”
The calm in his voice reached deep inside her. His tone asked her to be reasonable, not to panic. For a reason her logical mind could not fathom, that soothed her. She heeded his voice and stilled.
In reward, he smoothed his palm down the exposed length of her back. “Submission is about trust, Morgan. You trusting me not only to keep you safe, but to give you everything you want, every pleasure you imagine. I can grant you those things, but not without your help. The pleasure comes, in part, from giving up total control.”
Suddenly, the caress at the small of her back was gone. Moments later, he replaced it with a sharp thwack on her ass.
Startled by his action, Morgan bucked against her bonds. “Ouch! Stop it.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than a peculiar stinging began to prickle her skin. It created a fire that lingered where he’d spanked her.
“You’re not in control, Morgan. Your body is mine to pleasure or punish as I see fit. Right now, you’ve more than earned a punishment.”
She’d barely recovered from her surprise when he spanked her again, this time hitting the other cheek with an equal amount of force. Morgan bit her lip as the initial sting assailed her. Then, as before, the nip of pain gave way to the unexpected heat that spread across her ass.
“There are surprises. That’s intended. I will do things you don’t always understand or think you want. Or agree with. What’s important is that you trust that I know your body and your limits, and that you comply. Because you have trust in me, in my ability to get past your mental barriers to give you the pleasure your body craves.”
He smacked her again, a healthy slap for each cheek.
Morgan gasped. “Go to hell.”
The rumble of Jack’s laughter sounded behind her. “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, cher.”
He smoothed a calloused palm over the tingling flesh of her ass. The heat of his skin seeped in, mixing with the burn on her bottom, to create a fire that nearly had her moaning. How could she like it? Why should she? It made no sense.
“You can’t experience what you want until you learn to give yourself over to me. Completely,” he whispered in her ear.
Mentally, she railed against his words, even as she realized her vagina was completely wet.
No, no, no! He was spanking her like a wayward child. She didn’t like it. Really.
But the pain… it was becoming pleasure, thick and throbbing and impossible to ignore.
Morgan shifted, trying to avoid his hand. No such luck. Two more smacks, one for each cheek, both with more vigor than the others. She managed a snarl of outrage, but that didn’t stop the spread of fire from bursting across her skin.
Throbbing heat. Bone-deep want. Oh my God… Her flesh began to ache. Morgan felt blood dancing just under her skin, engorging her clit.
Fighting was useless.
“Do you understand?”
That voice, like a sexual drill instructor. Every word was wrapped in steel, but beneath that, she heard the taunting promise of what could be, the velvet promise of ecstasy.
Fresh heat crawled across her flesh, swelled her clit, strangled her protests. Her body demanded more.
“Yes, sir.”
“Much better,” he praised.
Only then did Morgan realize she was actually lifting her ass to his hand, anticipating the next blow. She became hyperaware of her empty sex and clawed at the sheet, aching for him to fill it.
The thrill of sensation took over then. Shivers chased one another down her spine. Her entire body felt hot, agitated. She’d been inflamed by the feel and scent of Jack when she’d taken him in her mouth, but this position, his gently punishing touch made her aware of the fact that she was a woman and under his control. Aware that she was in a position that bared the most secret parts of her body to him, and tied down as she was, he could touch her—or not—at any time he chose.
A scary, heady realization—one that gave her more pleasure than pushing him to lose control with her had.
He glided the flat of his palm down her back. Morgan curled her spine like a cat, seeking the tingling heat in his touch.