Page 2 of Leviticus
“It’s time, dear.” I helped her off of the table and into Henry’s arms.
“We’ll see you out there?” he questioned. I nodded before heading to the showers. I had worked up a sweat and needed one. I made my way through the rooms of the Dungeon, each one painted a deep red hue and adorned with rich, deep colored fabrics draped this way and that. It was decadent and sultry, providing the perfect atmosphere for the devious behaviors found within.
Once I had made my way to the bathrooms, I opened my locker and grabbed my items, disrobing and making my way to the shower stalls. It wasn’t anything fancy, looking like any gym locker room would, but it was clean and it worked. I set the water to a pounding rhythm and turned the dial until it was as hot as it could go. I needed it right about now.
I stepped under the hot stream, letting the water hit my back and soothe the ache in my shoulders. Lorraine could take a beating, and my shoulders were tense from the effort. It was that sweet pain, the kind that lets you know you’ve done good work. Hard work, but good work. I replayed the scene in my head, letting myself enjoy the memory to an extent I could not during the scene. No, during the scene, I was far more focused on keeping everyone safe and happy. Now, however, I could just enjoy it. I pictured her body, splayed out and ready for me, her back arched and ass jutting out for each hit of the flogger. I replayed the way her flesh rippled as the elk hide falls each kissed her skin in perfect synchronization. And that gasp. Fuck me. That gasp she let out every single time.
My hands had soaped up my skin, but as the memory played on, they moved down towards my cock. I wrapped my fingers around my throbbing length and squeezed, having to hold myself up against the wall with one hand at the sensation. Holding myself back for the scene was more than possible, but that didn’t mean it didn’t affect me. I swiped my fingers over the tip, feeling the different slickness of my pre-cum gathering and spreading it over the head. I stroked faster, my memory morphing into more of a fantasy than memory. Lorraine became a faceless woman, one who belonged to me fully. One who gave her submission to me and only me.
I imagined sliding my cock into her warmth. Three more pumps into my soaped up hand, and I came, the image of that same faceless and nameless woman firmly situated on my mind as I did.
I finished washing up, taking the time to catch my breath again before turning off the shower and getting dressed. Time to face the masses one last time.
I stepped out of the locker room and back into the main room of the dungeon — and was immediately enveloped by a petite woman wrapping her arms around me. Lorraine.
“Well, hello there,” I chuckled, hugging her back.
“Thank you,” she replied, a huge smile on her face. I looked up to see Henry standing a short distance away, his arms crossed, but not in anger. His expression was one of pure happiness. He approached as Lorraine extricated herself from my arms.
“Feeling better?” he asked, shaking my hand.
“Definitely. Thank you again,” I said with every bit of sincerity I had. A small group of people gathered around us, close friends and such, and I knew what was coming next.
“Are you sure about this?” Henry asked, a serious look on his face. I sighed heavily.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Mark piped up from beside him.
“And if you do, it doesn’t mean you can’t come back here,” Gina added, her hand held tightly in Mark’s.
“Yes, unfortunately, it does,” I urged.
“Wait, I’m confused. I missed something,” Brad added.
With a roll of her eyes, Lorraine spoke up. “Our dear friend here has decided it’s his last night at the Dungeon.”
“Why the fuck would you stop coming?!” Brad bellowed.
“Because I’m getting married,” I explained, resigned to the sharp feelings of disappointment and tinge of regret that coursed through me.
“First of all, I didn’t even know you were dating. Second, —”
“He’s not,” Lorraine interrupted, cutting Brad off.
“Wait, how are you getting married if you aren’t dating?” Brad questioned with a chuckle.
“It’s the way things are done up at Zion,” I explained, hating every single time I had to do this. Every time I was forced to explain anything about where I lived and what community I belonged to, it was a complete battle. A battle for people to understand. A battle for me not to smack the shit out of them for their judgment.
“Oh, fuck, that’s right! I forgot you live up there on cult mountain,” Brad teased before Henry smacked him across the stomach from the side.
“Have some damned manners, will you?” Henry chastised, though he didn’t need to. I had heard it time and time again since starting my little secret adventures here.
“I’m not trying to be tactless. I apologize. But surely you know how back-ass-wards that place is,” Brad continued on. He wasn’t wrong. I did know. I knew how toxic and unsafe my community was. But I also knew just how far from simple it was to leave such a place.
“Bradley, you’re on thin ice here,” Lorraine’s voice piped up. “Abditory is a safe place for all people. You know that. I know that. So watch your mouth. Just because Leviticus is from Zion doesn’t mean that he’s crazy or his people are crazy. It just means they are different. And let me remind you that by calling a place and a group of people back-ass-wards means you’re also talking about Leviticus. He was raised there, for heaven’s sake!” The way she came to my defense like the brave little lioness she was filled me with pride. I smiled at her, letting her know how I appreciated her.
“At the end of the day, Zion has a lot that can be said about it. But it is where I was raised and it is where my family still lives. So, I would ask that you refrain from making any nasty comments until I’m gone,” I stated calmly.
