The Question (32 page)

“Yes.”

He shackled her ankles, one to each bottom post of the enormous four-posted bed, leaving her spread-eagle. Next, he grabbed the scissors. “You won’t be needing this.” He cut the nightgown straight up the middle.

“You do realize that this was one of my favorites?”

“You can buy more.” He pulled the gown and matching panties off and threw them to the side. Then he sat back and studied his wife’s body.

After he was quiet for so long, her head lifted and she turned it, first to one side and then the other. “Rashid?”

“I’m here.”

She zeroed in on the sound of his voice, turning her face in his direction. “What are you doing?” She shifted restlessly on the bed, as much as her bonds would allow.

“Waiting.”

“On what?” Her voice held a slight edge to it.

“Shh, trust me.”

Her head dropped back on the bed. He waited until he could see her muscles tensing, and she subtly began testing her bonds. Then he took an ostrich feather and stroked her all over her body—randomly—so that she never knew where the next touch would land.

Her hands fisted and relaxed, over and over, and her toes curled. Goosebumps rose all over her body and her nipples puckered. When her skin was so sensitive that she began flinching away from contact with the feather, he laid it aside and switched to exploring her body with his hands and mouth.

“Rashid!”

“Yes, love?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“I need…more.”

“More?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Like this?”

He slid two fingers inside her sheath and stroked her g-spot. She fell apart as an orgasm ripped through her body, but he didn’t quit. He kept rubbing, driving her up and over the edge again before bringing her gently down. Then he aroused her all over again, starting at the beginning with a soft, fur flogger.

“Rashid!” woosh

“Come in me!” woosh

“No.” woosh

“Why not?”  woosh

“You’re not ready.” woosh

“Yes,” woosh “I am.” woosh “I…need” woosh “…you!”

“Not yet.”

He threw the flogger aside and put his mouth right on the most sensitive part of her body. This was his. He owned it and before tonight was over, she’d never think of another man in connection with sex again.

She pleaded. She begged. She cried. She screamed, but most of all, she came—over and over again. When she lay docile beneath him and the slightest touch of his tongue caused her to flinch, he deemed her ready.

It amazed him that he’d resisted this long. Every time his body demanded that he take her, every time his control wavered, he thought of Gail with Greg like this and it fired his determination to see this through to the end. He reached up and removed the mask. “Watch while I take you and know who I am.”

With one forceful lunge, he embedded his penis balls deep inside of her. “Who am I?’

“Rashid.”

He withdrew. She groaned and arched her hips, reaching for him the only way that she could. “Come back!”

“Wrong answer. Who am I?” He suckled her breast hard, the way that she liked.

She shrieked; then moaned. Her breasts were so sensitive, he was sure she felt a bite of pain mixed with the pleasure. “Who am I?” he demanded as he released her breast.

“Rashid DuPree Al Jabbar!”

“Wrong answer.” He pinched her clit and her back arched off of the bed. “That’s my name. Now who am I?”

He released her and backed off a minute so that she could think.

“My husband?”

“You don’t sound too sure. Is that who I am?” He pinched both nipples hard then quickly released them, knowing she was so aroused that anything he did at this point would only increase her pleasure.

“Yes! God, yes. You’re my husband.”

“Right answer.” He thrust back inside. Calling on all of his control, he rode her with shallow strokes, teasing her entrance. “And to whom do you belong?”

She arched her hips, trying to force him deeper.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

He pulled out again and she cursed him. “Rashid, quit playing. I need more.”

He got right in her face. “I’m not playing,” he said harshly. He willed her to see how serious he was about this. “This isn’t a game. You’re mine—body, heart, and soul. I won’t share you with any other. Before tonight is over, you’ll never think of being with another man again.”

He stayed nose-to-nose with her until he could see comprehension dawn in her eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

She swallowed—hard. “You.”

He drove into her. “Say it again.”

“You.”

“Louder!”  The sounds of flesh smacking flesh filled the room.

“You!”

“Again!” The heavy bed began to rhythmically thump against the wall.

Her neck arched and her body went tight as a bow. “YOOOUUU!!!!” She screamed it. Her body jerked and convulsed beneath his.

Rashid held back his release. He wanted to come but he couldn’t. Her response wasn’t enough. From now on, when she thought of pleasure, she would think of him and him only. No memories of Greg, or even of Jason, allowed.

He would be the only man on her mind, and in her heart!

Their sweat-slicked bodies glided against each other. Her hot, wet sheath made sucking noises as it tightened around his cock with each retreat, straining to keep it inside. Sweat dripped off his forehead and onto her and still it wasn’t enough. He demanded more from his body and it gave, pulling on reserves he never knew he had. His cock swelled even more, causing the cock-ring he wore to tighten almost to the point of pain.

“Come! Now!”

“I can’t. There’s nothing…aargh!” She orgasmed again, her body convulsing. This one lasted longer than all the rest combined and was so intense, she blacked out.

Rashid lost the last of his rapidly fading control. He latched onto the skin of her neck with his teeth and suckled hard, drawing the skin into his mouth. Tomorrow, she’d wear his mark for Greg to see. A very visible, “hands-off” message that the other man wouldn’t fail to notice and recognize.

His muscles went rigid, beginning with his toes and worked its way up his legs to his balls, which drew up tight against his body. His fingers had a death grip on the sheets and his back bowed as an orgasm rose up from the depths of his soul. With a strangled cry, he came.

He shot endless streams of cum into her body. It felt like his body went into stores of semen unused for years and emptied them out, one jet stream at a time. After an eternity of bliss, he was finally empty. 

Rashid collapsed on Gail, too drained to do anything else. He managed to lift his chest enough to allow her to breathe, but little else. He panted in her ear, moaning occasionally as aftershocks rocked her body, causing it to squeeze and release around his softening penis.

Finally, concern for his wife’s well-being overcame his fatigue. He rolled off Gail and onto the bed. With one hand, he wearily reached up and undid the knot binding one wrist to the bed. She hissed as the blood began circulating. He stopped and gave the muscles a light massage before undoing the other.

“Better?”

“Much,” she mumbled.

Rashid rolled off the bed, and undid the ankle cuffs. Once he finished massaging her calves, he hauled her to the end of the bed by her legs. “Up and at ‘em.”

He pulled her into a sitting position and then lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She dangled like a boneless pile of mush. In the bathroom, he filled the deep tub with warm water and turned on the jets, then eased both of them into the churning water. She lay in his arms and allowed him to lather her, making no effort to assist.

When he was finished, he washed and rinsed them both. Then he climbed out, leaving her in it. “Don’t fall asleep. I don’t want you drowning.”

“‘Kay,” she mumbled as she lounged against the back of the tub.

He went into the room and replaced the soiled linens with crisp, fresh ones. Then he went to gather his dozing wife from the bathroom. “I told you not to go to sleep.”

“Not sleep,” she mumbled on a yawn.

“You’re doing a good imitation.” He dried her body and laid her in bed naked before climbing in beside her.

She wrapped around him like a vine. “So good,” she whispered. “Next time, I’m on top.”

At the thought of her topping him, his cock twitched. “That sounds like fun.”

“Mmm,” she agreed before sliding back into sleep.

“We can do anything you want, baby. Just don’t ever leave me,” he whispered into her hair before allowing sleep to claim him.

Chapter Sixteen

“You’re late. You were supposed to be here two hours ago.”

Gail brushed past Greg into the penthouse, trying her hardest to walk normal as possible. Her whole body was tired and stiff, even though she’d soaked last night and again this morning in hot, soothing water. “Sorry, I overslept. Long night.”

“One of the twins got sick?”

She flushed and turned away, not wanting him to see her expression. He’d ask questions and some things were just too personal to share, even with him.

“Whoa, what have we here?” He grabbed a hold of her chin and pulled the collar of her shirt away from her neck. “Damn! That’s a hell of a passion mark. Somebody was feeling mighty possessive. This explains the walk.”

Gail tugged her collar back in place. “Shouldn’t we get started?”

“I don’t know. Can you sit? From the way you’re walking, I’d say not.”

“Yes, I can sit. I drove over here, didn’t I? I’m not sore, just a little stiff.” She did not want to be having this discussion with him. Please, let it go.

“Rode the hell out of you, didn’t he?” He could barely keep the laughter out of his voice.

She glared at him, wishing she could smack him a good one. Then with a snarl, she turned and walked off. “Where do you have us set up? I brought my laptop.”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. I’m not the one that went all Tarzan on your ass. What did you do to upset him?”

That stopped her in her tracks. She turned a puzzled face towards him. “Who said he was upset?”

“This does, darling.” He flicked the love mark on her neck. “Rashid was marking his territory. You must have done something to bring out his primitive nature. It sure as hell wasn’t me. He was fine when he left here.”

He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

But as she set up her workstation, she thought back over the previous evening. When they left the penthouse, Rashid seemed quieter than normal, but otherwise fine. Had she done something to set him off? If so, what?

On the drive home, he’d been preoccupied, not that she’d noticed at the time. She’d jabbered the whole way home, receiving only grunts in return. What had she been blathering about? It took a bit for it to come to her. Greg! For forty-five minutes, she’d done nothing but sing his praises to Rashid. No wonder he’d reacted the way that he did. Not that she was complaining. Last night was…indescribable. Definitely worth repeating, but this time for the right reason.

“Greg, I’ll be back.” She shut down her laptop.

“You just got here.”

“I know and I promise we’ll get started as soon as I return. I need to go apologize to my husband.” She was itching to get to him and make things right.

Greg followed her to the door. “You really love him, don’t you?”

She paused with her hand on the doorknob, and looked back over her shoulder. “Yeah. I didn’t think I would, but I do.” Even though they spoke with each other at least once a week, this was the first time she’d admitted to her feelings for Rashid.

“I’m glad.”

She turned and leaned against the door. “You are?”

“Why the surprise? I knew when I sent you to him that you were half way in love with him. It didn’t change my feelings for you then and it doesn’t now. I still love you, enough to want what’s best for you. Right now, that’s Rashid. You’re the reason I’m here. I’m doing this for you. But know this, if he ever messes up, if you ever decide to leave, you come straight to me, you hear? My arms will always be open.” He spread his arms wide.

Gail stepped into them and hugged him tight. “I love you, too. That hasn’t changed.”

“I know you do, and if Rashid and I were different men—less possessive, more willing to share—we might have made a threesome work.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

She laughed and pushed him away. “You won’t believe what he said. He told me your price for taking this case was three nights alone with me. Can you believe it? Mr. Possessive, willing to joke about something like that?”

Greg didn’t laugh as she expected. Instead, he caught her back into his arms until the entire front of her body pressed against his own. “And if I had, would you have agreed?”