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had let his anger over rule any considerations he might have given her.
    “Shh, Princess. It’s over now and I’ve got you,” he murmured to her, her muffled sobs breaking his heart. In all his fantasies of introducing Morgan to his lifestyle, none of them had included starting out by giving her her first punishment in public. His only consolation had been feeling the dampness coating her labia, a sure indication of her arousal, and a positive indication that she just might submit to him completely. All too soon, he felt her stiffen in his arms and attempt to pull away from him.
    “I want to go back upstairs now.”
    With a sigh of reluctance, he loosened his arms and allowed her to slip off his lap. “Come on, Princess. I’ll walk you back up.” Holding out his hand, he was relieved when she took it and followed him docilely out of the room. When they reached the loft, she dropped his hand and moved away from him, an action that hurt. “Are you all right? I can stay if you need me to.”
    She turned teary, accusing eyes up to him. “You didn’t have to punish me like a child, in front of everyone.”
    “And you didn’t have to deliberately disobey my instructions. There are reasons for the rules Marc and I enforce around here, and reasons for the rules I give you. You’re the one who showed up uninvited and you’re the one who’s going to have to adjust to my dictate. Now, get some sleep and I’ll try to get you back to tomorrow and put you on a plane back to .”
    Morgan watched him storm away and regretted her actions immediately. She didn’t want to leave. There was nothing for her in . She worked in Human Resources in her father’s company and hated it. Though she started out as an Art major in college, her parents had insisted she get her degree in Business and threatened to cut her off if she didn’t comply. Without scholarships or any financial means of her own, she complied, but got a minor in Art just to spite them. All she had ever wanted to do was paint. Well, she admitted to herself as felt the aching heat in her buttocks, paint and fuck Jack. Sighing, she started towards the guest bedroom, when she quickly changed her mind and went to Jack’s room instead.
    If he was going to ship her off tomorrow, she was going to fulfill one of her fantasies about Jack and spend the night in his bed. Of course, that particular fantasy included him in the bed with her, preferably with the two of them spending hours working up a sweat together. But, she’d take what she could get.
    Crawling between the cool sheets, she winced as her shifting movements to get comfortable exacerbated the soreness of her buttocks. Her nipples tightened and her pussy moistened as that soreness brought about an unprecedented need throughout her body, a need she had no desire to fight or ignore. Unbuttoning Jack’s shirt, she spread it open and kicked the covers aside. The cool air on her naked skin did nothing to alleviate the heat of her desire and with practiced ease she sought her nipples with one hand and her pussy with the other.
    Two fingers slid unerringly through her slick folds as she rolled her right nipple between two fingers. She didn’t even try to suppress her moans as she slowly explored her damp sheath, finding her g-spot and her clit simultaneously as she continued to torture one nipple and then the other with pinches and pulls on the tender buds. Bending her knees, she spread her legs wider as her hips thrust up to meet her pumping digits. Images of herself lying over Jack’s lap, her ass bared to a roomful of strangers, caused her to gush even more, her juices coating her fingers and dripping down her crack as her undulating body broke out into a sweat. Pretending it was Jack’s hands bringing her to orgasm, she thrust against her hand, crying out as her thumb pressed against her swollen clit. Shaking, she let the overpowering climax rip through her, her hands never slowing until the last tremors ceased and