Page 49 of Leviticus
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I enjoy as much Dominance outside of the bedroom as I do inside. I enjoy a submissive who wants to serve. There is something beautiful about a submissive who thrives under a firm hand; who enjoys taking care of her Dominant. Even in the way she moves or does a task.” I let my words sink in for her while we watched the clouds float by in the late afternoon sky.
“I get most of that, but is it really that simple? Just taking joy in fixing your dinner or in folding your laundry?” she questioned, and I chuckled.
“Yes, it’s that simple, but it’s also much more subtle than that. It’s about the pride and the joy that one feels when doing those things,” I tried again to explain.
“I suppose I can see that, but some of the things you mentioned yesterday… how does that work together? I’m not sure I could feel the joy and pride you talk about when doing silly little things.” I stifled my chuckle as best I could at her words.
“Oh, I think you would be just fine. And what exactly do you mean by silly little things?” I questioned teasingly.
“I mean things like kneeling or waiting for a specific command. How does one feel joy in that?” she all but scoffed.
“Oh, lovely one,” I chuckled, my voice low as I leaned in towards the shell of her ear. “Would you like to find out?”
Her back straightened, and I felt the shiver run down her body. Delicious.
“What do you mean?” she barely murmured. Her voice had softened, her breath coming just a little faster than before.
“I mean,” I began, barely trailing my fingertips up and over her arms, “would you like to find out how that works? How you can find pride and joy in such acts?”
She nodded so quickly, I couldn’t hold back the laughter that barreled out of me.
“I appreciate the enthusiasm, darling, but I’m going to need you to use your words on this one,” I coaxed.
“I would very much like if you showed me… Sir?”
Christ Almighty, the Holy Ghost, God, the magical donkey, and whatever mythical entities held on high, did she really just say that?
“Ruth, as much as that …” my voice trailed off as I let myself feel that incredible reaction for a moment longer. “As much as I would simply adore for you to call me that, I want you to be sure about it before you do.”
“Why do you think I’m unsure?” she asked, her head turning towards me.
“I just mean, take your time. Be sure that you want to call me Sir before you do. I know that it may feel right. I believe you, but give it just a minute. Okay? Experience a little first,” I asked softly.
“I can understand that. Does, um, does this count as experience?” she asked. The way her teeth softly bit into her lower lip had me hardening. I wanted her on her knees, biting that same lip while she looked up at me.
“Yes, it does,” I chuckled teasingly. “Now, for this to work, I want you to clear your mind. Slow your breathing and trust that everything you could ever need. For the next twenty minutes, I will handle. You don’t have to worry about anything. Don’t worry about being the perfect wife, the perfect cook, the perfect little carbon copy of a woman you were told to be. Just let go, and trust that I have your best interests at heart. Trust that I will guide you. And know that when you do as you are told, it gives me all the joy in the world.”
“I think I can do that,” she answered honestly.
“Okay, then. Take a deep breath. Focus on me, on the fact that I have you. I’ve got you right here.” I felt her relax against me and take a deep breath. “Good. That’s good. Now, listen carefully and keep your focus. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Lift your arms up and wrap them around my neck,” I commanded softly in her ear. She shifted in my arms, and obeyed. Her hand clasped behind my neck and she settled comfortably in my arms.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I asked softly, letting my fingers lightly run up and down, ever so slowly, over her stomach and rib cage. “Lying here in my arms, sprawled out between my legs.”
Her breath caught and I smirked. I could feel the Dominance settle over me.
“It makes me imagine things,” I whispered in her ear, making my voice low. She squirmed slightly as my fingers ran over her ribcage, but I doubted it was from the light touch. I was fairly certain my words and my touch were affecting her.
“I can imagine you in our bed, sprawled out just like this, but completely naked for me; your body on display.” Her breathing quickened. I let my touches move further, closer to her breasts on every pass.
“Letting me explore your body the way I have longed to for days,” I whispered. She shifted again, and I waited for her to settle. It did not go unnoticed on my part how she spread her thighs just a little. Her hands fidgeted, and I could tell she wanted to cover herself.
“Keep those hands there, lovely one,” I coaxed, feeling her settle against me. Her hands clasped tighter behind my neck.
