Taken Identity (12 page)

He gave her a swift tap on her behind.

Orgasm denial? Oh shit…

With a shaky laugh, she reluctantly withdrew her hands, took his, turned and walked into her bedroom.

At last. Oh grief, can I hold my tummy in? Will he notice the chip in my nail polish? I really should have waxed better.

“Stop over analyzing stuff, or I’ll think you do want to be punished, pet.”

There was no answer to that. Thank heavens he hadn’t couched it as a question.

Before they made it through the doorway, Gray’s hands were busy. Her blouse was over her head with no regard to the buttons, some of which popped and rolled onto the floor ahead of the blouse itself. He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down to allow her to step out of it. Jules forgot everything as she recognized the naked desire in his eyes, as she stood next to him in bra and pants.

“All this for me.” Gray ran his hand down her breastbone and under the edge of her bra. “Hot, flushed and excited.”

“My turn,” Jules panted as she tried to undo his belt and pull down the zip on his trousers as he tortured her by almost, but not quite, playing with her nipple.

Honestly, why is trying to get ready for hot sex so frustrating? And not the Oh-my-god-I-need-you-in-me-now frustration, but the fingers-won’t-undo-fastenings-fast-enough sort of frustration.

“Please, help me, Sir. Take your jumper off. I need to feel you, see you, oh sweet…” Her voice trailed off as she succeeded in lowering the zip, and his strong, erect cock showed over the top of his underwear, which gave a whole new meaning to the word
briefs
. She was lost for words. Just stared, then did something, on reflection later, she could hardly believe. She bent her head and took the tip, with its tiny drop of liquid, into her mouth and sucked.

Gray bucked, flung his jumper in the general direction of hers and swiftly unclasped her bra to release her breasts. Slowly, Jules lifted her head and straightened. She looked him in the eyes and was satisfied at what she saw there. The naked desire was obvious. He took hold of her hair and tugged.

“This is not as vanilla as I thought it might be, pet. For goodness sake, remember your safe words.”

“Yes, Sir.” The title seemed right and proper for that moment in time.

She stripped off her bra, and without taking her eyes off him, emboldened by the admiration she saw, Jules stepped out of her pants to stand naked and proud in front of him. In return, his gaze holding hers, he toed his shoes off and gave his trousers and briefs a helping hand to go the same way. He stood, as she did, naked and aroused.

He grinned, hooked a foot around her leg and followed her as she unbalanced and fell onto the bed.

Taken by surprise, Jules shrieked as she toppled onto the duvet. Gray landed next to her, and in one elegant movement, had her flat on her back underneath him.

“Missionary, Sir?” she taunted him. “Never would have thought it.” Well, not lately. His original, stuffed shirt Rah-attitude had dissolved rapidly during their sexual banter.

“Wait and see, my pet. There’s a new wave of missionaries these days, opened up a lot of opportunities with new positions. Want to meet some of them?”

Do I ever.
She smiled. “Well, why not? The missionaries or their positions?”

“Oh, both, Jules, definitely both. Because you can’t have one without the other. So where to start, hmm? Oh, yes, I know.”

He took one nipple into his mouth, laved it, followed up with a gentle nip, before he sucked.

“Need to kiss it better, pet.” He was almost purring. “And not let the other one feel left out. There. That’s better. Better than better, in fact. See how they are standing up for me, demanding my attention? Mustn’t disappoint them, now, must I?” However, he moved his mouth lower, to her navel. “They just have to take their turn and not be greedy.”

“This is so one sided,” Jules said shakily. “My turn too.”

She moved her hands between their bodies to grasp his cock.

Gray had other ideas.

“I’m a missionary, remember? I’m showing you what to do.” He kissed lower, and unerringly drifted downwards toward her clit. “And I need to be sure I have shown you thoroughly how to respond to me. Then you can practice all those lessons on my very willing body, which will have been given a chance to regroup and relax a bit. To ensure… Well, just to make sure we get every last drop of enjoyment.”

He put his hand on her belly to hold her flat and murmured, “Come now, pet. Shout for me. Scream for me. Show me how you fly.” He used his tongue to tease her clit as he nipped the hard nub with his teeth, just the pleasure side of pain. That one small movement was enough to send Jules over the edge, and she climaxed with a sob and a cry of, “God, Gray,” before all the feelings, emotions, and ecstasy overcame her, and she couldn’t do anything except scream incoherently and writhe with pleasure. She rode the waves of her orgasm as he murmured and touched her, before he delved into her channel with his tongue, and drove her over the edge again. Who knew just a tongue could make you experience so much?

* * * *

Jules hadn’t realized that pleasure could disorientate you. At that moment, she couldn’t have said who she was or where she was, merely that she had experienced something so enormous that it was indescribable. For several minutes her pussy still throbbed with the aftershocks of such a cataclysmic climax. Eventually, she lay with her eyes closed, lax and sated, whilst Gray held her. Then she realized that while she was fulfilled, he most certainly was not. Jules moved and looked at him.

“I’m converted. Is that really what you’d call vanilla?”

He winked. “Incredibly so, for me. Ready for your next revelation?”

She looked at him, considering. Was she? The outline of his body was a mixture of shadowy light and shade as he moved and reflections fell on him. The planes of his body brought muscles into definition, holding her attention, showing his power, his grace. Long, muscular legs dusted with hair, a toned body, perfect…

“Perhaps. There again, perhaps I could show you a few female ideas. There’s no need for sexism, is there?” So saying, Jules mimicked his earlier actions. Rolling onto her stomach, she lay half across his hard torso, letting her hair brush his chest, and used her hands to caress his skin and commit his shape to memory. There was the certainty that she would forever be able to bring his shape, his scent, the certain essence that was him, to mind at any time or any place. She would recognize it as him.

Jules remembered how he’d teased her and she returned the favor. She hoped she brought pleasure and pain to his hard, male nipples as she worshiped them and used her hands and mouth to bring them to tight hard nubs. She murmured words half formed, but understood. Gray responded by movement, by caress and by his own whispered endearments. As the evening turned into night, the shadows lengthened and deepened into darkness. In the gloaming, Jules showed Gray how he affected her. How she could also kiss, suckle and bring his body to stinging awareness. She could feel him, his arousal ever strengthening, as she gave him lavish attention with mouth and hands. She wondered how long he could last before the final crest. The fact he had handed control to her willingly added even more emotion and depth to their actions.

“Now, Jules, ride me. Now.” As he spoke, Gray lifted her, helped her roll on the condom and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He pulled her down on him firmly, filling her, deep and tight. Then he moved, harder, faster, ever deeper into her, something she would have said wasn’t possible.

He’s touching my soul.

The rhythm set was by neither choice nor force but arrived at by mutual consent. His breathing quickened, his movements grew uneven, but somehow smooth, as his climax clearly began to overcome all his coherent thoughts. Jules matched him, breath for breath, pleasure for pleasure, pain for pain then, cry for cry as they both reached their peak and rolled into and over their climax.

The only sounds in the darkened room were of two people, breath erratic, as they tried to come to terms with events—or so Jules thought. She could have been run over by a train, as the expression went, and still felt less spent than she did at that moment. Judging by the few intelligible words Gray had managed to utter, he experienced the same.

The sheets rustled and the mattress dipped as he rolled over, stood up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning in a few moments and resuming his previous position by her side. He put his arm out to cuddle her close.

“Thank you.”

She stared at him. “Why?”

“For restoring my faith. For making love. For being you. For…oh, everything.” He kissed her gently, but with so much passion Jules trembled.

“
Our
pleasure, Gray. Not just yours or mine. Ours.” Content, she curled next to him, her head on his chest. “Am I allowed to say thank you for letting me show you how I felt? For taking over?”

He kissed the top of her head. “It was my pleasure. I—” He hesitated. “I needed to show you how it can be. It’s not all roll over, bind you up, spank you and deny you your orgasm.”

Jules giggled.

“No, it’s wax play, knife play, Wartenberg wheels and nipple clamps as well.”

She moaned. How could that little lot turn her on? She had no idea, but her clit throbbed, so evidently it did.

“Exactly, pet. You wait and see. You’ll moan long and loud. But I’m in no hurry.”

The words ‘we have all our lives’ hovered over Jules’ head and danced in her mind. Did they? Not until the mystery of the missing wife was sorted out.

“Mmm, mmm.” Jules listened to the rumble of his breathing as his chest—her pillow—rose and fell. This was the moment to bottle, to pull out and remember in the years to come. She didn’t want to move and spoil what they were sharing.

It was a mechanical rendition of
Simply the Best
that made her move.

“Mobile. Where the hell is it?” Jules scrambled out of the bed, earning an ‘
oomph’
from Gray as she accidentally jabbed him in the abdomen with her elbow.

“Oh, sorry. Are you okay? Where is it?” She was gabbling as she hunted through the clothes strewn all over the floor, lifting first one thing, then another. The last thing on either of their minds when they had entered the bedroom was tidiness—or phones. “Come on, damn you. Where are you? Don’t ring off, please, whoever you are.”

“I’m fine. You missed anything important. Is that your phone by the chair?”

“Oh, good, glad you’re not damaged. Yep, thank goodness.” She grabbed the phone without paying any attention to her state of undress, apart from shivering slightly. The air in the room was nowhere near as warm as the heat she’d been experiencing from Gray’s body.

“Cheers. Unknown number. Hello? Yes? What? Just a moment.” She listened intently, still shivering, still standing naked. Gray looked at her, and she suddenly experienced a strong sense of vulnerability. “Who is this?” Her voice rose and she quashed the increasing sense of panic. It wouldn’t help. “What are you going on about?” She paused. “No. You be quiet and list… Oh for goodness’ sake then.” She nibbled her lip and tried not to let her frustration boil over. “I’m listening. Get on with it.”

He must have sensed how powerless she felt, because Gray got out of bed, fetched her dressing gown and wrapped it around her shoulders before pulling his trousers on.

She finished up her call then threw the phone on the bed, certain her disgust showed on her face. She put her hands through the sleeves of her dressing gown and tied the belt.

“Damn my broken loudspeaker. I wish you could have heard that. Asshole, how dare he. Thanks, Gray. What time is it?” She squinted at the clock by the bed, realizing her eyes were dry and her lenses felt gritty.

“How dare he what? And it’s not late, just after eleven. Why?”

“I’m starving. Shall we get something to eat and drink, while I tell you about that call? It was interesting, to say the least. I’m deciding how much of a mad to have.”

One perfect eyebrow rose as he waited for her to continue.

“An anonymous call, supposedly. Well, it said ‘call blocked’, but I’m sure there were clues in there.”

Gray waited for her to continue, but she stood distracted, nibbling her bottom lip.

“And?” he prompted her to explain. “Tell me.” He used his ‘I am your Dom voice’. The one that made her want to tell him everything. But she knew she had to sort her thoughts out to be able to report it all to him properly.

“What? Oh, sorry, just thinking about something in that call that bothered me.” She shook her head to clear it. “I need to sort it out in my mind and like I said, decide how mad I want to get. It’s nudging ever higher up the scale, the more I think about it. Bear with me for a few more minutes. Come on, scrambled eggs beckon along with a big mug of coffee. Brain food. I think I’m going to need it.”

Leaning into him, she took succor from his strength and warmth before she reluctantly moved back.

He held onto her, resisting the move until he had placed a row of tiny kisses along her nape. “We’re in this together, Jules. We’ll get there, get it all sorted out. I promise. Scrambled eggs sound perfect.”

They worked in harmony, all Jules’ earlier declarations of ‘no room for two in the kitchen’ forgotten, as moving around each other, they cooked their food and brewed the coffee. Neither commented on how many times each seemingly perfectly choreographed movement involved bodies touching. How every move needed a kiss or caress.

“Right.” Jules swallowed a mouthful of eggs and pointed to the phone behind her. “Actually, it’s a pity I picked up, because there was a lot of background noise, and it would have been helpful if we both could have listened again. I wish I’d got the bloody loudspeaker fixed or at least thought to put the darn call next to both our ears, but hey, my brain wasn’t exactly switched on at the time.”

“Mine, either, so don’t go beating yourself up about it. So, woman, fill me in. About the phone call first. Then…” His intention was clear by the look on his face.