Page 22 of Leviticus
I watched as horror filled his eyes.
I watched as a mask fitted over his expression.
He was gone again.
Just like he had in that room.
“I, uh…” he began, carefully settling me back on the ground and stepping away from me slowly. “I need to shower.”
“You just showered,” I answered shakily, gesturing to his barely clad body, wrapped only in a towel that threatened to fall at any moment. He grasped at the towel, holding it in place before retreating to the bathroom.
I stared at the closed bathroom door, waiting until I heard the shower start before I slid like jelly down the wall, my head held in my hands.
What on Earth had just happened?
CHAPTER7
LEVITICUS
“I don’t really see the problem, bro,” Ollie’s laughter rang out over the phone. It was day one. Literally the first full day of being married, and I was already in utter hell.
“Don’t see… you’ve got to be kidding me. How do you not see the problem, Bartholomew?!” I scoffed, incredulous.
“You have a beautiful new wife who you can make love to anytime you wish. Where is the problem?” he laughed.
“Have you not heard a single thing I’ve said? Seriously! She isn’t just my wife. She’s not actually my wife. I mean, she is, but she isn’t. And she keeps doing… things! Things, Ollie. You have no idea,” I rambled, pacing back and forth in my office and wondering if three o’clock in the afternoon was too early to start drinking. I felt like it wasn’t, especially given the situation.
“Then explain it to me. You just keep repeating:She keeps doing things, brother. Things!What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means that she is doing these things that… well, things that I would ask a permanent submissive to do,” I finally huffed out in frustration. “It’s so much more difficult than I had ever imagined.”
“What do you mean, things that you’d have a permanent submissive do? Levi, you’ve never had a permanent submissive.”
“Fucking obviously, Ollie. I’ve never been in a situation where I could have one. But are you telling me you’ve never thought about it? That you’ve never thought about having a woman, a submissive who fits you perfectly that you could have there, in your home, at all times? That you haven’t thought about finding that perfect fit to your own Dominance and having that life that dreams are made of?” I felt breathless with the stress of it all.
“What did she do?” he pressed, and I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose, sitting down at my desk.
“I was showing her around the house and we were in my study. She has an affinity for books, it seems. She looked over my shelves with a wide sense of wonder that had me wanting to build her a completely new edition on this house just to give her a full library. But I made some noise, and she stepped back, embarrassed,” I explained.
“I’m literally seeing no issues,” Ollie deadpanned.
“That’s because I’m not finished, you dolt. Anyway, she stepped back from the shelves all embarrassed and clasped her hands behind her back. Her spine was beautifully straight, her head raised, but her eyes lowered. I couldn’t have taught a submissive better form and she just… Christ, Ollie, she just fucking did it like it was nothing!” Perhaps banging my head against the wooden top of my desk until the image of her in that position was out of my mind would be a better course of action.
“Sounds to me like you’ve got yourself a natural submissive there, brother,” Ollie suggested, and I couldn’t let myself process that.
“I can’t act on it.”
“And why the hell not?” he argued.
“Because she is a total innocent! She doesn’t know anything about this lifestyle and, for that matter, how much of this is her natural way and how much was ingrained on her by the psychopaths at Zion?”
“True, but maybe you should just talk to her and find out,” he suggested, and I could hear his wide grin through the phone.
“Yeah, because it’s that easy, Ollie. Plus, I may have already acted on it and, let’s just say it didn’t go well,” I sarcastically spat back.
“Wait, back up. You already acted on it? How? When? Tell me everything.” He was like a kid in a candy store.
“Last night, after the library thing, after she had straightened her back when I snapped at her, after —”
