Page 27 of Leviticus
I could find pleasure, too. I tried to imagine how Levi would have reacted had he walked in on my little endeavor. I imagined I would have been laying perfectly naked before him on the bed. His face would have been aghast with shock as he watched my hands rove over my own body.
What sounds would he have made as he saw my back arch and my nipples hardened under my fingertips?
What reaction would he have seeing me spread open with my fingers playing in between my legs?
A shiver of arousal ran through me at the thought of him there, the thought of his voice directing my movements. That lick of need lit once more like a flame at the thought, burning brightly. I hiked my skirt up and over my hips, my hand sliding into my panties. My fingers found the nubbin of pleasure quickly, dancing over it rapidly as I let the thought overtake me.
“Open your legs for me.”I imagined him saying. My eyes clenched tightly shut as I imagined the scene.
“Faster.”
“Just like that.”
In my mind, his voice, more like a purr, guided me, instructed me.
Tighter and tighter the tendrils of orgasm curled in my stomach, in that spot that my fingers gave no mercy until…
With thighs shaking, I clutched the edge of the bathroom sink, my orgasm washing over me. My toes curled into the ground and I opened my eyes to see my flushed face.
My breaths came in gasps as the orgasm left as quickly as it had come. And I smirked at myself.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three.
I calmed myself, feeling more alive than I ever had before.
Washing my hands and righting my clothing, I looked at myself in the mirror. Gone was the woman Ruth Shepherd once was. Ruth Temple was a woman in her own right. A woman who felt and saw and did things no one could imagine.
With a smirk on my face, I unlocked the door and nearly danced my way back to the kitchen to prepare the next meal. I had this secret and it was all mine.
Later that evening, just after dinner, I found myself with journal in hand once again. I was sick of journaling. I decided perhaps stepping outside of these walls would do me some good, if only for some fresh, cool night air. That would surely invigorate me and give me some much needed courage. I needed to talk to Levi; to explain to him that this distance wasn’t needed. The cool breeze of the late September sky would surely strengthen my resolve.
As I made my way downstairs and past Levi’s study, I heard his harsh voice.
“I understand, Father, but —”
That tone wasn’t normal for him. Yes, there were times he was brusk and perhaps even a touch cold for my liking, but this was something different. There was a steel to his voice, an almost anger that made me take pause there by the doorway, just out of sight.
“Yes, Father, I understand the importance of bearing males for our lineage, but it’s only been a week. For all we know, she is already with child. Only time will tell and only the Lord shall bestow such a blessing.” It was like his words were pushed forcefully through clenched teeth.
“Of course, Father. May the Lord Bless the Followers of His Path.”
The phone slammed down on the receiver, making a harsh jingling sound as the two pieces of the old phone connected. I stood still as stone for a long moment. Just as I was about to take a step, a loud roar sounded from the room and something fell to the floor with a great crash.
I couldn’t help jumping, gasping in surprise.
“Fuck,” he whispered almost imperceptibly. “Ruth? Is that you?”
I contemplated my options. I could make a mad dash for the back door, pretending I had been there all along. Or perhaps race back up the stairs for the bedroom like I hadn’t been here at all. Or I could —
“Hello, Ruth. How long have you been standing there?”
I jumped again, squeaking my surprise as he stood just before me in the doorway.
“I, um… well…” I stammered, not knowing how to handle the situation.
