by Honor James
“One step at a time,” Elliott told her. “First I need to know if there were any images taken of both women. That way we have a baseline to work with. They may have had surgery, but very rarely do people go to so much effort as to reshape their entire face. It’s too painful to break and remodel the bones beyond shaving them down slightly. So the points of identification should be the same. Or at least enough that we’ll be able to find them. I’ll also put in a request with the Marshall’s service to see if they can confirm their charges are where they are supposed to be. May need to call the Admiral to get them to actually answer us, but we’ll see.”
“I will put in a call as well. This is—god I hope that we are wrong.” Clara had forgotten all about Elliott’s facial recognition software that he had been so proud of, and to be honest that she was proud of him for creating as well.
She pulled back and nodded. “I want to go home. Can we? Please? I just want to close and lock the doors, pull the shades, and hide.” She typically wasn’t cowardly but seeing what was in Olivia’s box struck a chord. Whoever this was wanted her to relive her most painful memories, just as they had wanted Clara to relive hers via the clippings. No, whoever this was they were twisted. Now that they had brought up Deandra and Phyllis she could see how what was being done to her and Olive was something a woman would do. However it was something they would do to a rival.
“Sure we can,” Craig said softly.
“We should go to my place,” Elliott said. “I’ll need my computers, as well as the access to the ones here to start the search. I also have food in the fridge which can be turned into a full meal.”
“Are you saying that Craig doesn’t?” At their shared looks to her she sighed. “Will you send someone to my home to get me clothes? Since we are going to your place Elliott, I don’t want to go there myself.”
“That’s fine, sweetheart,” Elliott said. “Why don’t you head over with Yoshi? I’ll run by your place for clothes we can wash at my place, and then the store for some fresh stuff. I’ll even pick up a sweet for dessert. Whatever you want, cake, ice cream, or something else.”
“Just you to hurry home. I don’t need sweets, although if you were to run into some no-bake chocolate oatmeal cookies I wouldn’t be sad about that,” she said with a grin. “You do know that I happen to really love you, right?” She looked to Craig and, taking a deep breath, added, “I love you, too, just so you know.”
“About damn time,” both men muttered.
Craig shook his head at her while Elliott gave her a squeeze. “I’ll see what I can manage for you, sweetheart.” Tipping her chin up, Elliott gave her a kiss on her lips. “Get going with Yoshi. He has the keys, and knows the code for my security system. If you want to shower before I get back, go for it, and you can raid my closet or dresser for something to wear until we get all your stuff cleaned up.”
That had Clara grinning and she smirked. She then asked Craig, “So do I get my shower with you?” She sighed when Craig pulled her into his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Just be ready for me to tell you, often, okay?” She was more than willing to ensure both men knew how much she cared for them.
“Yes, you finally get to shower with me. I know you’ve been working for that all day, and now you’ve had it handed to you. On a silver platter no less,” Craig said. He dropped a kiss to her lips before he urged her toward the door. “Grab your purse and jacket. We should get going otherwise we won’t have time before he gets there. His shower really doesn’t work for more than two people.”
“Thank heavens.” She really looked forward to being able to get in that shower with Craig. “I mean seriously, most men would have jumped to get in the shower with the woman that they loved but oh no, you made me wait and wait.” She hoped he knew she was teasing him.
“We had more than a few things to get done, Clara,” Craig said. “You know that as well as I do, so get that smug look off your face, woman. Let’s go. You’re getting your shower now, so I’d quit rubbing it in before there might be consequences.”
“Oh I will be rubbing some things,” she promised him. “Okay now I really want to get home, quickly.” She forgot, for a moment, about the trouble brewing and instead simply thought about being with one of her men.
Chuckling, Craig let her drag him out of the office.
“Love you, see you later,” Elliott shouted after them. “And I mean the girl, not your hairy fucking ass, Yosh.”
“He really knows how to make a guy feel loved,” Craig whispered to her. He had a grin on his face though so she didn’t believe he was all that upset.
“It’s okay I will show you lots of love, promise,” Clara told Craig as they began to walk out of the office. Already in her mind she was going through just exactly what it was that she wanted to do to this man, trusting in Elliott to take care of finding, or at least starting the search for whichever of the women it was that was helping their former captor.
“Promise?” he asked. Opening the door on his car he gave her a hand in. “Because I’ll hold you to that.” Once she was in he jogged around, slid in behind the wheel, and got them moving a moment later away from the office.
Chapter Nine
Once they’d reached Elliott’s condo, and Craig got them inside and secure, they headed for the master bedroom. He went straight into the bathroom to start the shower. She could hear the water pelting the tile. A few minutes later he stuck his head back out and crooked a finger in her direction. From what she could see of him he was already naked.
Clara could appreciate a male that knew just what he wanted at all times. As she walked toward the bathroom she peeled out of her clothes and left a trail behind her. She would pick it up later. For now she was far too focused on getting to the shower with Craig.
She placed her hand into his when she got to the bathroom door and let him pull her into the heated room. Their naked bodies touched, and she felt the heat she always felt when she was near him. “Goodness, it’s hard to believe that we’ve been together this short of a time and I love you. And I do. I love you. It’s more than that however. It’s funny in a way because I’ve never been in the shower with you. With Elliott a couple of times but never you. Why? Why have you not showered with me?”
“Because I’m shy of course,” he told her. Not that she was buying it, given the fact he was strutting around the bathroom without any apparent concern for his undressed state. “Plus the fact you tend to be in the shower when I’m either on the way out the door, or in the middle of a meal, or during a meeting. You really need to work on your timing, you know.”
“Good point. And you aren’t shy. You know it. I know it.” She was more than a bit happy that he was willing to do it now. “I think that we need to make time to shower together.” Her hands moved up and down his chest, her nails raking along his nipples as she did so.
“If someone, not naming names or anything here of course, got out of bed at a decent hour instead of being so sluggish and surly about it.” Craig gave a shrug. “Maybe it would actually happen from time to time. Food for thought, yes?”
“Hey, just because you and Elliott get up at stupid-o’clock in the morning doesn’t mean jack crap. Seriously, if only the two of you would come back to bed maybe?” she asked with a smile. “I will always make it worth your while.” Her hands finally reached his cock, her fingers closing around the thick shaft and stroking it as she did so.
“Oh, yeah, now I see how this is going to be with you.” Clicking his tongue he began to back toward the shower stall. “If you want to keep stroking me you’d better get a move on, lady. Besides I do have plans of my own you know.”
“Really now? What sort of plans do you have, babe?” she asked as she let him push her under the water and sighed. “Goodness you are awesome.” She loved it when he took control like he was right now. “So come on, what sorts of plans?” she repeated her earlier question.
“Well, I was considering spreading your legs once I have y
ou bent over and licking your sweet little pussy. Making you come with only my mouth and fingers. Then I’d stick my cock into your tight little sheath to fuck you until you come again. Maybe toss in a few slaps to your sweet ass as well for a bit of a rhythm change.”
“I love the way that sounds. All of it. In fact I think that you should let me taste you as well. Before you bend me over, let me take your wonderful cock into my mouth to lick and suck as much as possible until you can’t take anymore. Thoughts?”
“I might be talked into it,” he told her. Craig looked down to where her hand was still on his cock. “You appear to be in full control at the moment so go ahead with whatever devious thoughts you have going through your head. Know that you only have a short window of time before I take back full control.”
“Oh goodie.” She went to her knees before him and grinned. She didn’t dare look up at him or she would lose herself. Instead she focused on his cock, her wet hand moving easily up and down the long thick girth of him. “I can’t wait,” she whispered only a moment before she sucked his cock into her mouth, taking him deeply back into her throat on the first movement and sucking hard.
“Geez,” he breathed out. She heard something wet hit the tile. A quick look showed he’d slammed a hand out to the wall. His other hand pushed into her hair to hold onto the strands tightly while she sucked on his cock.
If she could have smiled she would have. As it was, she just used her tongue, swirling it around his cockhead, and moved her head so that she could suck up and down on his cock. While she teased him and worked his beautiful dick, her hand moved to his balls and began to gently caress them, teasing them and playing with them. She sucked hard the harder he tugged her hair, and eased when he eased on her hair.
“Holy hell woman,” he got out with a long groan. “You have a fantastic mouth,” he told her. He was panting slightly, his hand tightening in her hair even more as he began to rock his hips to push his cock further into her mouth.
She was glad that he was enjoying this because she was. She moved on his cock like it was a lollipop, licking and sucking and teasing his balls while she did so. It was when she began to moan that she dropped her other hand to her clit and began to rub at the tight bundle of nerves. God help her but just doing this to Craig had her close, had her ready to come and she was just getting started.
He tugged on her hair hard enough to pull her off his cock. “Up now,” he said in a rough tone. He moved slightly and turned her to face the wall. “Bend over, ass in the air, legs apart and brace yourself. Now.”
Clara knew that tone. It was Craig’s Dom tone and she would gladly do anything that he told her to do in that moment. She got into position as he told her, her ass sticking out in the air for him, and waited. She didn’t speak, just waited.
Craig smoothed a hand over her ass, down over her thigh, and lightly over her pussy. The touch disappeared for a moment, and then his hand came down over her ass hard. He slapped her ass again, and then a couple more times, each a little harder than the last.
Clara moaned and pushed back against his hand. Her head dropped and she whimpered. Finally she licked her lips and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” He was in that mode. It hadn’t had to be said because she knew it. They had all spent the last couple of weeks getting to know each other inside and out and this was only one aspect of what she had learned.
“You are most welcome, Clara,” he said while stroking a finger lightly between her buttocks. “Would you like more?” he asked her. His finger was rubbing against her anus gently but never dipped down to where she was aching.
“Yes, please, Sir.” She didn’t hold her breath. Instead she held onto the knowledge that soon he would be taking her to heaven and she would love every single moment of it. “Anything that you wish to give me, Sir.”
His hand landed harder on her ass in six sharp slaps to various parts of her bottom so no two slaps were in the same place. When he was done he lightly stroked her skin while she squirmed slightly under his touch. He gave her another six hard slaps, enough that her ass was tingling and warm.
“Thank you, Sir, that’s so very nice.” She was whimpering. God she wanted to reach down and touch her clit. She wanted to rub that little bundle of nerves so that she could climax. She was just on the edge. She was riding the ridge of her release but couldn’t go over, not without Craig with her.
He smoothed his hand slowly up her back, and then back down. Craig moved it down between her buttocks, between her folds, and he lightly brushed her clit. Not enough to get her off, but definitely enough to have her curling her toes in desperate need.
“Please, Sir,” she whispered and widened her thighs just a bit more. “That feels so good.” His touch, everything, all of it. “Again, please touch my clit again.” She needed more, “Please, Sir, fill me up.” She broke. She had to have him, now.
“You are not in charge here,” he said in a firm tone. His hand landed on her ass again harder, though. He rained a number of slaps to her ass, warming it up until she was ready to explode from her orgasm. But it still wasn’t enough, she needed more stimulation.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She knew she wasn’t in charge, she knew that she shouldn’t have said that but she hadn’t been able to help herself. She was so close. “I’m sorry, Sir, this body is yours to control. Yours to give pleasure to.” Because he always would, without a shadow of a doubt he would always ensure she was sated.
“You are correct,” he told her. “It is my body to do with as I want. My ass, my pussy, my everything. You will only orgasm when I say you may. Every part of you is under my control when we play together. But you know that I will never leave you wanting. You will have an orgasm at some point, but only at my discretion.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand. You will always take care of me.” She knew that for both men she came first. It didn’t matter what everyone was doing around them, she would always come first and that made her happy.
“Yes, I will.” She felt his hair-roughened thighs brush over the backs of hers and his cock rubbed over her folds. His hand gripped her neck lightly before he thrust into her pussy hard and fast. “Do not come until I say you may, do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand Sir. I won’t come.” She gasped and bit her tongue. “I won’t come until you give me permission,” she repeated. She had to lock her body in place to keep from pushing back against him, to keep from moving along with him until he told her that she could.
His fingers flexed on her neck lightly before he moved his hand to her shoulder. He began to thrust, his cock sliding between her swollen folds slowly while he put his other hand on her hip and gave her a squeeze. Then he slid his hand around to her belly then lower to lightly brush her mound, and finally her clit.
She didn’t speak. She just let her body move with his. She was in perfect rhythm with him and shuddered when his fingers lightly touched her clit. She bit her lower lip. The sensations were killing her. The heated water pelting their skin, his large callused hands moving over her wet body, and his strong fingers lightly teasing her clit. She had to focus not to come, had to keep her breathing in check so she didn’t climax as she so wanted to.
When she was in some semblance of control was exactly when Craig changed what he was doing to her body. He pinched her clit hard enough she nearly came on the spot. He moved his other hand down her back to rub at her anus with his thumb.
“Craig.” She gasped his name aloud and screwed her eyes shut tightly. She was fighting her need to come, but it was good because when she finally was able to fly she knew it was going to be epic. “Please, Sir, give me more?”
He pressed his thumb harder to her anus, breaching the outer rings to slip in slightly. At the same time he drove his cock into her at an increased rhythm. “I can feel you squeezing me so tight. It’s perfect,” he said in a gruff tone. “A little longer, Clara. Hold on a little bit more and then you can fly.”
“Thank you, Sir. I will hold on as long as y
ou need for me to.” The invasion in her ass and his cock pumping deep inside of her pussy were enough to give any woman an orgasm from Hell, but waiting, oh it was going to be one of the best ones yet, she just knew it. “It’s all yours.” She belonged to him, heart, mind, body, and soul. For now and all time.
Flicking her clit, he pinched the nub tight again and tugged lightly. He was pumping into her fast and hard. So hard she had to adjust her hands on the wall to better brace herself. Just when she was ready to scream in her need to release he finally gave her the words she wanted. “Come for me, Clara. Now!”
Clara didn’t hesitate. She let go of that tight thread of her need and screamed. Her climax was every bit as powerful as she knew it would be. She sobbed and rode the crest of her climax into another one when she felt Craig tense and his seed spilled deep into her body. There was something there, in the back of her mind, but she pushed it away and simply went limp against the wall of the shower and gasped for air.
Craig’s body was pressed close to hers, his breath hot and fast on her shoulder. He was helping to hold her upright while they both fought for air. “Holy hell,” he muttered. Pressing a kiss to her cheek he pulled from her body, and turned her around to face him. Wrapping his arms around her he nuzzled at her skin. “You okay?”
“Couldn’t be better,” she whispered and limply rested against him. It was as if her orgasm sucked all of the bones from her body, but she didn’t care. She rested there against his chest with a huge goofy grin on her face. “God I love you, Craig Yoshi. So much.” Again, there was that feeling in the back of her mind that there was something she needed to remember, something she had to think about, but she ignored it and instead focused on the hot and sexy six-three, heavily muscled man holding her up and keeping her from flowing down the shower drain with the water.
