Page 48 of Leviticus
We stayed that way for a long while. She told me stories of growing up as a girl in Zion. It was so different from how boys grew up here. I didn’t want to talk about that right now, not while things were easy and good between us. It was a topic for another day. Instead, I let my fingers trail lightly over her arms where they were crossed around her body. She squirmed occasionally, sighing often at my touch, and I reveled in it.
“Levi?” she asked after a long, quiet pause.
“Yes, Ruth,” I murmured, kissing the top of her head. I was growing addicted to having this woman in my arms.
“May I touch you? I mean, is it okay?” she asked hesitantly, and I balked.
“Can you touch me? Are you kidding?” I chuckled.
“No, I’m not kidding,” she said quietly, seeming small.
“Jesus. Yes, Ruth, you can touch me! Did you really think you couldn’t?” I asked sincerely.
“Well, I’m not exactly sure how all of this works. With you being a Dominant and me being... well, me being me. Do I need to ask for permission? Is it off limits?” I could see where she was confused.
“Okay, consent is a key component of kink. That is true. And consent can be revoked at any time by anyone for any reason. That being said, you have my full consent to touch me however you like. I will tell you if I am not in the mood to be touched, though I doubt that will ever actually happen. So, as of right now, you have my full and willing consent to touch me as much as you like. And I promise to tell you if I’m ever not okay with a touch. I only ask that you do the same.”
“I think I can manage to do that,” she whispered, her fingers gently trailing over my arms. I hadn’t realized until that moment that she hadn’t touched me, hardly ever, since the day we were married. Her touch was light, teasing, with its own kind of sensuality that had me mesmerized and craving more of her. More of her reactions. More of her touch.
“May I ask another question?” she murmured quietly, her fingers absentmindedly stroking over my arms.
“Mmhmm,” I basically purred, lulled by her touch.
“Will you teach me about kink?”
I was alert now.
My eyes popped open and I struggled to control my thoughts. Thoughts of teaching her, of guiding her, of training her.
“Are you wanting a better understanding or —”
“I’m wanting to know how to be a submissive. To maybe be a submissive for you, if you would be interested.” Her voice may have been quiet, but I heard her resolve. She meant the words.
I would cling to those words and cherish them.
I pulled her in closer to my body.
“Yes, Ruth. I will teach you, if you wish. What is it you would like to know?” I asked, my mind wandering to thoughts of her on her knees, of learning to please me and take everything I gave, of the red marks covering the curve of her ass.
“You said it’s not just about sex. I want to know more. What else is there?” she asked, resting her head back against my shoulder. I pressed a kiss to her temple before answering.
“Well, there are different kinds of kink. Think of it like enjoying food. Most everyone enjoys food, but sometimes we have our preferences. Make sense?” I began.
“That makes sense, yes.” Her voice had gotten deeper as we talked, my words affecting her just as much as my touch.
“Some people enjoy traditional American fare, some enjoy Mexican and tacos. Some enjoy Italian pastas.”
“Some of us enjoy all of that!” she exclaimed with a giggle.
“Yes, exactly. And kink is very much the same. We have preferences. We can like many, many things, but typically we fall into one type or another predominantly.” My hands moved over her body, moving from her arms to her shoulders, back down again and then over her waist. I explored her lazily, with no real purpose other than feeling her and getting her more used to my touch. I could spend hours touching her and fully intended on doing just that, if she would allow me.
“So what is your preference then?” She snuggled in deeper, curling into me.
“Are you cold?” I asked, noting how she shivered.
“No, you’re keeping me quite warm,” she chuckled, and I swear I could feel her blush, though I couldn’t see it.
“Very well. My preference is protocol. I enjoy the protocol driven forms of Dominance. They give me peace and fuel me,” I explained.
