Mistaken Identity

by Jay, Donna

  She swallowed around the lump in her throat, now was not the time to get emotional. Not that Kelly had ever been any good at separating the two—physical and emotional attraction—hence never having had sex with a total stranger.

  What Lucy said earlier about wearing labels came back to Kelly. Considering she wasn’t a harsh top, and didn’t enjoy dishing out extreme pain, many wouldn’t consider her a domme, mistress, whatever. But she knew what she liked and what worked for her, and that was all that mattered.

  Shaking off the thought, Kelly addressed the woman she was falling for, hard and fast. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d already fallen for Lucy.

  As inviting as Lucy’s offer was, Kelly had no intention of restraining Lucy until her top was off, her gorgeous breasts fully exposed.

  “We’ll get to that.” Kelly put a hand on Lucy’s wrists and pushed her arms down.

  Footsteps pounded up the driveway and they both froze. The silhouette of a figure whizzed by and Kelly let out a breath, feeling as relieved as Lucy looked.

  “The back flat,” Kelly explained.

  More often than not, she didn’t even notice when her neighbours came and went. Thankfully, they were respectful and kept the noise down.

  Even though Nicole generally texted when she was coming home if she’d said she wouldn’t be, Kelly decided to play it safe.

  She plucked Lucy’s jeans up off the floor. “How about we adjourn to my bedroom?”

  “Good idea.” Naked from the waist down, Lucy trailed behind Kelly.

  Chapter 17

  In the privacy of Kelly’s bedroom, Lucy’s eyes sparkled. Her body radiated enthusiasm, making Kelly’s toes curl and her throat dry.

  The scent of cocoa butter filled Kelly’s nostrils as she stepped before Lucy. “Arms up.”

  Lucy did as she instructed, and Kelly slid her top up, thankful when Lucy bent forward so she didn’t have to stand on said curled toes to pull it all the way off.

  And there Lucy stood, looking fucking gorgeous, wearing nothing but an alluring smile and a pink bra that matched the colour of her kissable lips.

  Kelly didn’t bother hiding her approval. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Miss Kel.”

  She trailed her finger up Lucy’s sternum and across her breasts. Lucy sucked in a breath, her nipples straining against the tight confines of her bra .

  “Assume the position you presented me with in the office.”

  To make the scene more authentic, Kelly could always loan Lucy a skirt, but what fun would that be?

  For the second time that night, without hesitation, Lucy dropped to all fours.

  Aware it was possibly the first time Lucy had been in such a vulnerable position, Kelly didn’t want to give her too long to consider her next move.

  This early in the game, rather than build excitement, Lucy could panic, or worse, feel like she was nothing more than an object for Kelly to use and discard at will.

  “You okay?” Kelly asked as she lit a lavender scented candle and slipped out of her dress.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me how you’re feeling?”

  Lucy’s posture was relaxed, back swayed, her face obscured by her hair hanging down like a short black curtain.

  “Exposed, aroused, vulnerable, excited…”

  “Look at me,” Kelly commanded, hoping her attire would increase Lucy’s excitement .

  When Lucy’s gaze locked on Kelly, desire shimmered in her eyes. “Wow, Miss Kel. I knew you’d look great out of that dress. You truly are stunning.”

  Glowing, Kelly ran a hand down the front of her soft leather corset. “I told you when you asked me out, I’d be there with bells and whistles, or leathers. One out of three aint bad.”

  “It’s two out of three, Miss Kel,” Lucy said.

  Rather than throw Lucy’s words back at her, who’s counting, Kelly took the opportunity to reprimand her.

  Circling behind Lucy, she raised her hand. Just as she was about to deliver an open-handed slap, Kelly remembered Lucy’s unpleasant experience of being spanked and pulled up short. Improvising, she grabbed a worn canvas belt out of her top drawer and lightly slashed it across Lucy’s backside.

  Lucy flinched, then exhaled a low moan. She glanced over her shoulder and Kelly saw nothing but raw desire shining in her heavy-lidded gaze.

  “That was for getting lippy. Don’t sass me in my bedroom.” Kelly tapped her foot. “Have you had enough? ”

  “No, Miss. May I have another?”

  The words were music to Kelly’s ears.

  A delicious throb pulsed between her legs as she swished the belt back and forth across Lucy’s backside, taking care not to hit her with the buckle.

  Lucy swayed her hips, moaning softly with each stroke.

  “When I walked into the office and saw you on your hands and knees, I wanted to crack the ruler across your rump.”

  After one final slash, slightly harder than the first few, Kelly tossed the belt across the room. It landed on her dresser with a thud.

  “Then I wanted to do this.” Kelly dropped to her knees and caressed the stripes crisscrossing Lucy’s backside. Her skin was pink and warm. Her buttocks firm and round, and oh-so smooth.

  The scent of Lucy’s arousal tickled Kelly’s nostrils when she rocked back on her knees as if seeking more contact.

  “Greedy girl.” Kelly chuckled.

  Confident she’d warmed Lucy up enough to enjoy an open-handed slap, Kelly delivered a whack. When Lucy let out a soft mewl and thanked her, Kelly’s heart grew wings and soared.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” Kelly trailed a finger down the seam of Lucy’s puffy, wet lips.

  “Yes, Miss Kel,” Lucy said, her voice hoarse. “No more crawling around on my knees, unless you order it.”

  Damn straight.

  “I like a fast learner. Now crawl your sexy arse over to the bed and position yourself in the middle, spread eagle on your back.”

  Not needing to be told twice, Lucy moved so fast it was more of a scamper than a crawl. She reminded Kelly of an excited puppy being given permission to jump up on the bed.

  Except, rather than sniff the blankets, turn in a circle, and plonk down without ceremony, Lucy laid down with grace. Her body an open invitation.

  Chapter 18

  It’d been a long time since Kelly had had such a willing and trusting partner laid bare before her. And because of that, she didn’t have an arsenal of restraints and toys at hand. But she prided herself on being able to make do with what she had.

  “I want you to tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

  Lucy’s gaze locked on Kelly, as though in a trance, she gave her a barely perceptible nod.

  Kelly plucked up Lucy’s white jeans and tied the bottom of the left leg around Lucy’s ankle, then crouched and secured the right pant leg to the leg of her bed. Snatching up her black jeans, she’d forgone wearing earlier that night, Kelly repeated the same process on the other side.

  “Beautiful.” Kelly stood at the foot of the bed, barely able to believe she was about to climb the legs she thought she’d only ever dreamed about.

  “When you towered over me, out the back of the café, I wanted to climb your legs like a tree.”

  “Are you calling my thighs tree stumps, Miss Kel?”

  There was a smile in Lucy’s voice and Kelly admired her for not taking life too seriously.

  “A native bush with pretty blossoms beckoning…”

  Before Kelly finished speaking, Lucy pulled the pillow over her head and groaned.

  “Ugh, if you refer to my lady bits as petals, I might have to use my safe word.”

  Inhaling the heady scent of Lucy’s arousal, Kelly slid between her thighs and blew on her wet centre.

  “You won’t get any flowery words out of me. I’m going to feast on your gorgeous pussy, cunt, labia. No more jokes.”

  Lucy’s groan of protest turned to a moan of pleasure
when Kelly flicked her tongue across her glistening lips.

  “Oh, Kel. Fuck.” Lucy bucked her hips and fisted the sheets.

  Anxious to rid Lucy of her bra, Kelly slid higher, the heat of Lucy’s body burning through her corset. “Lift.”

  With nothing but desire shining in her eyes, Lucy did as she was told, her breasts rising along with the arch of her back.

  Just as Kelly was about to slide her arm under, she spotted a shiny clasp between the cups. A front opening bra.

  Elation shot through Kelly. Lucy had obeyed her instructions, without mirth or question, when she very easily could’ve pointed out the obvious.

  “You get an extra lick for that.” Kelly swept her tongue over Lucy’s ribcage.

  A shiver ran through Lucy and gooseflesh erupted on her skin.

  Pushing herself up, Kelly straddled Lucy’s lap and pulled her into a sitting position. Without thought Kelly found her mouth on Lucy’s. Their tongues duelled, their passionate embrace more intoxicating than the finest wine.

  When Kelly snaked a hand between their torsos, Lucy broke the kiss. She watched with rapt attention as Kelly unclasped and slid Lucy’s bra off her shoulders .

  For a minute, Kelly considered stuffing it in her mouth, then decided against it. She didn’t want to risk injuring Lucy with the underwire, and, she wanted to hear every cry of pleasure she enticed out of Lucy.

  After tossing the bra aside, Kelly hungrily pulled one of Lucy’s nipples into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the puckered flesh, then sucked, hard.

  Lucy swore quietly. “Fuck.” The word was barely above a whisper as though her throat was too thick to force it out.

  Head tipped back, weight braced on her hands, Lucy’s body was completely open to Kelly. The amount of trust she afforded her made Kelly’s heart skip a beat. After releasing her nipple, Kelly lavished the same attention on Lucy’s other breast, cupping the heavy weight in her hands. “Fuck, you’ve got great boobs.”

  They were full and round. The pinkish brown areolas blended deliciously with her dark complexion.

  “Thank you, Miss Kel.” A coy smile tilted the corner of Lucy’s mouth. “I’m glad you approve.”

  The emphasis on the word you told Kelly there was a story to be told. She filed a mental note to ask Lucy about it later.

  Even though Kelly could happily bury her face between Lucy’s breasts and feast on them for hours, she had other plans.

  Namely, recreating their first time together, but this time with all parties onboard, and the lights on.

  Once Lucy was flat on her back, the heavy weight of her breasts dipping to the sides, Kelly shimmied off the bed and collected the belt she’d tossed on her dresser.

  Just as she was about to issue her next order, Lucy’s hands gravitated toward the headboard as though drawn by a magnetic force.

  “Good girl,” Kelly said, securing Lucy’s wrists together with one end of the belt and looping the other around her headboard.

  Lucy’s breathing became ragged, leaving no room for doubt that being bound turned her on.

  Fuelled by Lucy’s arousal, Kelly moved to the foot of the bed and then climbed the legs she’d dreamed about for the last two days.

  For the next several minutes, she kissed, licked and sucked every inch of Lucy’s thighs. Licking along the inside of one leg, barely grazing her centre, then descending the other.

  Each time Kelly got close to her core, Lucy bucked her hips and half-heartedly pulled at her bonds.

  “God woman, you’re killing me. I know you said you were going to tease me, but right now I think you’re a sadist.”

  Kelly pinched the delicate flesh of Lucy’s inner thigh, and squeezed, hard.

  “Ow, ow, ow.”

  “What’d you call me?”

  “Okay, okay, I take it back, Miss Kel. You’re not a sadist.”

  Smiling to herself, Kelly kissed the spot better. Lucy’s musky scent wrapped around her and Kelly’s mouth watered imagining—remembering—the taste of her.

  A gasp tore from Lucy the second Kelly’s tongue made contact. She licked the seam of Lucy’s labia, then gently parted her folds, tasting and exploring.

  Lucy’s soft whimpers intensified as she writhed beneath Kelly. Turned on by the passionate sounds, Kelly licked Lucy’s outer lips, then sucked and pulled on her inner labia, toying with the silky flesh.

  Lucy rocked her pelvis, thrusting up to meet Kelly. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Lucy-Lou?” The affectionate name took Kelly by surprise. She had no clue where it came from, but Lucy didn’t seem to mind.

  “Yes, please. Please, fuck me.” Lucy sounded delirious.

  Happy to oblige, Kelly flicked her thumb over Lucy’s clit and inserted a finger. Lucy bore down on her, her inner walls hot and tight. Arousal pooled low in Kelly’s belly. She inserted another finger. When it slipped in with ease, she plunged deeper and began a relentless rhythm, pumping in and out.

  “Oh, God. I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”

  The breathy words made Kelly’s own body pulse with need. Riding the orgasmic high with Lucy, she fucked her mercilessly. With her free hand, Kelly ran it over Lucy’s sweaty abdomen and palmed her breast. Lucy’s stomach muscles rolled.

  Slowing her pace, Kelly thumbed Lucy’s clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles, just above the hood so the stimulation wasn’t so intense it verged on painful, rather than pleasurable.

  When Lucy’s body tensed, her breathing laboured, Kelly commanded, “Come for me.”

  The headboard banged against the wall and Lucy breathed out the word fuck as her climax hit, inner walls gripping and releasing Kelly’s fingers.

  Unable to get enough of the beautiful woman thrashing about on her bed, in orgasmic bliss, Kelly lapped it up, literally and figuratively. Her heart soared that she’d given Lucy the second orgasm of her life with a partner. She looked forward to giving her many more.

  Once Lucy’s breathing slowed, and her body stilled, Kelly met her gaze over the top of her pubic mound and smacked her lips together. “Damn, you taste good.”

  Lucy bit her lip. “I hope I didn’t make a mess.”

  Kelly glanced down at the rather large wet spot gracing the centre of her purple duvet, and didn’t give a damn, it would all come out in the wash.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet,” Lucy said softly.

  “Me either.” Kelly didn’t need to put a hand in her bikini briefs to feel how slick she was. The heavy ache and relentless pulsing between her legs told her as much.

  She inched her way up the bed, peppering kisses over Lucy’s abdomen and breasts before crashing her lips to Lucy’s.

  Needing to feel Lucy’s hands on her, Kelly reached up and untied the belt. The second her wrists were free, Lucy’s arms wrapped around Kelly. She held her tight, kissing Kelly long and deep, as though she couldn’t get close enough.

  Emotion flooded every cell of Kelly’s being. She couldn’t recall ever feeling so wanted.

  “Wow, that was quite the kiss,” Kelly said, resting her forehead against Lucy’s.

  A coy smile tilted Lucy’s lips. “I’ve never tasted myself on another person. The combination of me on you was pretty hot.” Her flushed cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “I always thought it’d be unpleasant.”

  “A lot of firsts tonight, huh?”

  “The best kind.”

  Kelly gazed into Lucy’s alluring green eyes; the woman who came across as confident, worldly, yet was everything but when it came to sex.

  A thought suddenly hit Kelly. “Have you tasted another woman before?”

  “Oh yeah,” Lucy said, looking slightly amused. “Many, many times.”

  Needing no further reassurance, Kelly bolted upright, pulled her panties to the side and straddled Lucy’s face.

  In the back of her mind, Kelly wanted to know what had made Lucy smirk, but right then her need for release, an
d for this moment to be about the two of them, took precedence.

  True to her word, Lucy knew what she was doing. Kelly held still, revelling in the exquisite sensations lighting up her body, as Lucy expertly devoured her.

  The satiny soft feel of Lucy’s tongue gliding along the length of her slit was like an electrical current sparking every nerve ending to life. Her stomach fluttered, her toes curled, and her clit throbbed.

  On the precipice of climax, Kelly thrust her pelvis chasing her own release. Lucy stilled, holding her tongue flat, letting Kelly take her pleasure. That action alone, the giving of herself, tipped Kelly over the edge.

  Her inner walls spasmed and Kelly’s entire body pulsed with an intensity that left her breathless.

  Still gripping the headboard, Kelly glanced down. The sight of Lucy smiling up at her—lips glistening with Kelly’s arousal, her gorgeous face framed by Kelly’s thighs—was an image she never wanted to forget. Like the flash of a camera blinding her, Kelly blinked, imprinting the image on the back of her eyelids.

  Once feeling returned to her limbs, Kelly slid down the bed, released Lucy’s legs and flopped down beside her. Side by side, they smiled warmly at each other.

  A loud grumble interrupted the comfortable silence. Kelly put a hand on her stomach. “Was that yours or mine?”

  Lucy chuckled. “I’m not sure. ”

  Nerves had got the better of Kelly before meeting Lucy so she’d barely touched her dinner.

  “Hungry?” Kelly asked.

  “A little. You gave me quite the workout.”

  “Pfft. I took it easy on you, young lady.”

  “Ohh, I like that. Mm, hmm.” Looking smug, Lucy nodded. “Young lady. Yep, that’s me.”

  “You’re only as old as the person you’re feeling.” Kelly joked. “Stick with me and you’ll be forever young.”

  “Hey, isn’t that a song?”

  “Ugh.” Taking a page out of Nicole’s book, Kelly pointed to her eyes. “Focus.” In less than a minute, they’d ping-ponged between, food, age, and music.

  Kelly rolled off the bed and grabbed two nightshirts out of her dresser drawer.

  “Here.” She tossed a shirt to Lucy, then unlaced her corset and slipped the other nightshirt over her head.