by Azure Boone
He began fucking my ass and pussy, his fingers keeping time on my clit while I cried out into the mattress with every vigorous thrust.
“God, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I screamed.
Morgan’s finger and cock sped up. I’d never had my ass fucked like that during sex and could hardly believe how the combination felt. “Oh God, yes, fuck!” Morgan growled, his finger moving frantically over my clit. He roared and thrust his cock and finger deep. My orgasm erupted right then and I screamed into the bed. His finger on my clit wiggled lightly while his thrusts remained long and deep.
He finally pulled out of me slowly and I lay there, panting and sedated.
He returned with more silk ties. “Let me blind fold you.”
I was too tired to answer as he slipped the blindfold over my eyes and tied it.
“Just undo my legs. They’re hurting.”
Almost immediately, the pressure in my right disappeared and I let out a groan of relief. Then my left leg was freed.
“Oh thank you. I’m not as limber as I thought.” I pulled them together, wondering what he was doing now. The ties holding my elbows loosened. Then my wrists. He brought them around and kissed my palms then tied them in the front. I could handle that. He lifted them above my head and secured it to something above, I guessed. Okay, still can handle that.
The pressure on the mattress said he’d climbed out of the bed. “
“Now what are you doing?”
He didn’t answer.
I waited patiently until enough time lapsed that I wondered. “Morgan?” I turned toward the breath at my right ear, smiling. “What are you up to?”
“Morgan’s not here right now.”
Chapter Thirteen
I froze with sudden terror. “Morgan? Don’t play like that. Please.” I jerked away at feeling coarse hair on my cheek.
“I told you…” Again, rough hair grazed my skin. “…Morgan’s not here right now.” Warm lips pressed into my face.
Terror threatened to unleash my scream at any second.
He removed my blindfold.
Oh God, please help me. Not John. Anybody but John. “Where’s Morgan?” I whispered on shaky breath.
He sat softly on the bed next to me. “He’s still here.”
I shook my head. “What do you mean?”
“Never mind about that. Why are you leaving me?”
I swallowed as scenarios played out in my mind. Him killing me. Had he killed Morgan? Oh God. And the kids? How did he find me? “I-I-I was just…taking some time…” I trailed off realizing how bad that sounded. The truth was the only thing left. “You don’t love me John. I can’t pretend any longer.” The words barely rasped out.
“I’ve always loved you, Tasha.”
I stared, dumbfounded at him. Not at his words but at the deepest sorrow I’d ever heard in a man’s voice. Never in the twenty years we’d been married, had I heard anything remotely like it. “Is that why you cheated on me?”
His hazel eyes bore into mine. “I never cheated.”
“Bullshit!” I gritted my teeth and jerked on the ties. “Bullshit!”
He shook his head slowly. “I would never cheat on you. Somebody lied to you.”
“No, she wouldn’t lie about such a thing Morgan, not my best friend, not about that!”
“She would if she wanted you to leave me.”
“And why would she want that?”
He got up from the bed and returned with a familiar looking book. He tossed it before me.
“Where did you get that?” I glared at him, furious.
“I found it in your drawer. And took it.”
“You read my journal? Then lied about not knowing where it was?” I began to panic at all the shit that was in there. I didn’t hold back in my journal, everything was poured into it. “So what does my journal have to do with her lying about your slutty affairs?”
He smiled sadly and looked down. “Maybe because she knew what a lousy husband I’d been to you?”
God, no. No, don’t let this man change on me now, not with Morgan in the picture. If he still was. “You think she’d make that up to get me to leave you?”
He shrugged. “I can’t think of any better reason.”
He wasn’t lying. I could tell. He was a horrible liar. “So why did you just give in to the accusations? Like you were guilty?”
“Because I was. But not in that way. I might as well have cheated on you. Not with a woman, but with other things. I let it all blind me to your needs. Not to mention…” he gazed down, “I thought indulging in those things wasn’t what defined love.” He finally met my wide eyes. “But then…God began to show me how wrong I was. And by then, it was too late, by then you were so damaged and bitter, I didn’t know how to change it.”
I choked on a sob. Felt like he was taking my dreams from me. Again. “Well you’re too fucking late! You’re right, I don’t love you. I love Morgan. He’s been more to me in six months than you’ve been to me in twenty years! And I’m marrying him!” Those final words strained as I looked around, fresh terror filling me. “Where is he? What did you do?”
“I just wanted you to love me again.”
I swallowed, gasping through the pain and anger and fear. “Oh my God, what did you do?”
He stood up and stared at me while slowly removing his jacket.
“What are you doing?”
He unfastened his pants.
Terror zapped through me. “Stop this. Please.” I glanced at the door. “Morgan!” I screamed.
He removed his shirt and tears rolled down my face at what he might have planned.
“Please don’t do this. I love Morgan, I’m sorry, but it’s too late John.”
He reached up and removed his hair.
“Oh my God.” I strained out.
He removed his beard—his brows—and something from his teeth!
I stared in shocked horror. “Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit.”
“You do love me.” His voice changed and my heart sped up at the change in his accent. “Because I am Morgan.”
I clenched my eyes shut, my thoughts tied in knots by confusion. At seeing my husband…as Morgan. I forced myself to look, trying to figure out what to feel and think, what to say, and most importantly, how the bastard was lying. “Your teeth.”
“I had them fixed. You deserved that.”
I shook my head, scrambling for the pieces that would surely make this the bullshit it had to be. All I came up with was, “You don’t even know how to use a computer.”
“I learned.”
I fought for focus, my mind stuttering. “But this is not you, you’ve done things, you’ve said things.” I gasped, eyes wide. “You’ve done things.” And this place, those decorations outside. “And the way you talk, this is not you! How did you even have the money for all of this?”
He stared at me a long moment until I thought I had found something. “I didn’t want to lose you Tasha. I’d already lost your heart. I had to try and fix things before it was too late. I became the man you needed and wanted. I sold my business. You wanted to become a writer, I wanted to give you that chance. I believe in you, I’m ready to give you your dreams, no matter the cost.”
My mouth remained open as my head shook. Was I dreaming? My stare lowered over his body. “Your…”
“I worked out. Went to a tanning bed. Had my hair colored.” He came and sat next to me on the bed and I realized several things. He’d never looked this damn good at any point in time in our marriage. But still. Surely I’d have recognized his face. But that damn beard and bushy brows had burned themselves into my brain, and anything apart from that was something I wanted to forget and never remember!
John stroked my cheek. “But most importantly…I read your journal…and discovered the woman buried inside of you.” He slid the tip of his finger over my nose. “And becoming the man to fill your wildest dreams became my ministry. God had shown me that putting you first, was not onl
y my duty, but should have been my desire and pleasure.”
Pain hit my chest at seeing tears in his eyes before he looked down. “God, please don’t hate me for deceiving you.” He bravely met my gaze and leaned in till his lips brushed my cheek. “Everything…” he fluttered kisses on my skin, “that Morgan is…” stroked his fingers over my nipple. “I am.”
I whimpered on confusion and…desire. I clenched my eyes shut, not knowing how to feel.
He tilted my face to his. “I love you. I always have. I just…never knew how to.” His lips slowly melted into mine. “Until you showed me.”
Oh God. I couldn’t deny the passion in his lips and touch. I couldn’t deny the truth of what he said, deny his kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, his gentle touch on my breasts. And I realized…I didn’t want to.
I gasped and returned his kiss, near sobbing. I barely noticed he’d untied me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lie me down. Eagerly welcomed him in the embrace of my legs. “Morgan…”
I froze at the slip.
“Shhhhh.” He kissed me tenderly like he always did. “I am Morgan.” I whimpered as he slid his tongue in my mouth. “…you created him.”
As he kissed me, memories of so long ago flooded in. The sweet John that had wooed me, romanced me, cherished me. I’d forgotten he’d ever existed. And right then, Morgan was John, and John was Morgan in my heart. All those dead and buried hopes I’d once had with John burst forth inside my body, the Cinderella dream, the happily ever after. Oh God, this meant the kids would have their perfect family dreams too.
I claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss then sobbed in his neck. “I love you John.”
My words set him on fire and he kissed me hungrily, his cock pressing at my entrance. I reached down with trembling fingers and guided him. He claimed my wrists and pinned them next to my head as he entered me slowly, sighing my name between delicate kisses.
I gripped his butt and drove him deep, arching into the wonderful feeling of this man, my husband, loving me so passionately. “Yes, yes.”
John’s kisses turned hungry again as he made love to me. He reached down and yanked my leg up, watching in sheer awe as my breasts bounced from his untethered masculinity. I rubbed my clit, arching into the building pressure. That inner orgasm took over until I became immobile with its intensity, only able to scream as it finally released in a wave of hot pleasure. Carried away in the arms of ecstasy, I heard John’s own orgasm tear his body with its otherworldly power. And for those eternal seconds, we finally became one again, whole again, in love again… suspend and safe in forever.