Make Me Yours by B. J. Wane Page B

ass, raising an instant red hue. “And to trust me not only with your body, but your feelings.”
    Morgan cursed and struggled against his hold even as lust spiked quickly and hotly with each smack of his hand. Her position made her feel vulnerable, her bare ass the sole object of his attention made her excited and the two combined left her shaking with both humiliation and need. With only a few well placed smacks, he had caused a burning pain that encompassed her whole backside, one that bled into pleasure so fast it made her head spin. Her pussy grew damp with embarrassing arousal and her struggle soon ceased, replaced by the voluntary lifting of her hips for each well placed erotic slap. Her curses switched to moans, her gasps of pain to whimpers of pleasure.
    “I’m sorry, Jack. Stop, please…I’ll do as you say.” And hopefully get another mind blowing orgasm as a reward.
    Jack lifted her up and turned her towards him. Holding her shoulders, he glared down at her pink, tear streaked face. “Do you trust me, Princess?”
    “You know I do.”
    “Then from now on, regardless of what anyone says to you or about you, trust that I like and care about you just as you are. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
    Morgan knew Jack wouldn’t lie to her or sugar coat his feelings to spare hers, yet it had only taken a few choice words from her mother to resurrect her insecurities about her body and her appeal. Ruthlessly, she shoved all negative thoughts aside and smiled up at him. “Okay.”
    She gave in too easily, but Jack let the matter go for now. Morgan was a work in progress, but he was confident the end result of building her confidence would be worth the trial of obtaining that worthy goal. Unbuttoning the shirt, he slipped it off and nudged her into the shower with a hand on her warm, red butt. “In you go.”
    Morgan stood under the spray and let the heated water cascade over her head and down her body. Stepping in with her, he grabbed the soap and proceeded to run his hands over all those lush, wet curves. When she moaned, leaned against the wall and spread her legs willingly for him, he smiled at the look of raw carnality on her face, the utter lack of modesty as she thrust against his hand. Soon he would show her the pleasure to be wrought by having those hips securely strapped down, unable to move while he drove her to inexplicable heights over and over.
    After soaping her soft brown curls, he lifted her left leg onto the small seat next to her and instructed, “Stay just like that, Princess.”
    “What are you doing?” Her wary gaze watched as he grabbed a razor off the small ledge that held the shampoo and soap.
    “Haven’t you ever shaved down here?” Squatting in front of her, he grinned at the consternation on her face.
    “No, of course not. Why would I?”
    “I’ll show you why when I’m through. Now, hold real still. I don’t want to hurt your tender flesh. That could put a damper on our fun for a while. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”
    Shaking her head, Morgan watched him as he completely denuded her of all pubic hair. Even though she had always kept it trimmed, she was astonished at how much more she could feel as he slowly bared her flesh to his gaze and fingers. He was very thorough, pulling her lips to the sides and scraping all the way down to her anus. When he was done, he grabbed the shower head and directed it over her pussy, making her gasp as the warm water hit bare, sensitive flesh. When his fingers joined the water in caressing her soft folds, she whimpered, closing her eyes against the onslaught of sensations. She could feel every small touch, each caress of his blunt fingers as he stroked her thoroughly before using his thumbs to open her fully to his gaze.
    “What a pretty pussy, all swollen and wet, ready for me. Turn the water away and watch me, Morgan.”
    Morgan gazed down at him, unable to refuse the demand in his voice. Slowly he ran his tongue up her