Page 50 of Leviticus
“Would you like that, lovely? Would you like to be spread out before me, letting me discover every inch of your luscious skin? Learning what reactions I would get if I touched you softly, if I tickled you, if I kissed you?” Her hips had started to grind against absolutely nothing, seeking attention. Attention I desperately wanted to give, but not yet. I leaned down and whispered directly into her ear, so that my breath fanned across the shell of her ear, “God, how I wonder how your sweet center will taste when I lick between your thighs.”
Her back arched, her hands staying firmly clasped behind my neck, and she let out the most incredible groan of need.
“Yes, lovely. That’s it,” I teased further, finally letting my fingertips graze the underside of her breasts. She shivered, trembling with the need that was building within her.
We had only experienced lust; the quick need that we had succumbed to twice. This was different. This was intentional and agreed to by both of us. This felt right. And I wanted to draw it out more than anything, but it wasn’t the time.
The sun was quickly fading into brilliant pinks and purples, and the temperature was quickly dropping.
“Shh,” I calmed her. “Deep breath, lovely one.” She took two deep breaths, slowing her breathing and coming back down a little. “Unclasp your hands from behind my neck, sit up, and turn to face me,” I commanded gently.
She obeyed beautifully, if not a little shakily. When she turned to face me, not even the fading light could hide the brilliant blush flushing her cheekbones.
“You are sensational and listened so well,” I praised. “Seeing you obey like that turned me on and made me want to do every single thing I described and more.”
I cupped her cheek, leaning in and kissed her forehead sweetly. When I pulled away, I could see it on her face. She understood.
“Andthat, my dear, is how even the smallest of tasks can feel when obeyed. That is how Dominance feels for me,” I explained, wanting nothing more than to pull her in and continue the little game we had begun.
“That is what submission feels like?” she asked, her voice a little shaky with awe and wonder. I nodded. “That was not what I expected. I wanted…I…” she trailed off.
“You what?” I prompted. “Please tell me. I want to know everything.”
“That didn’t feel like a chore, that felt like… like.. freedom?” she finished as a question, as though she weren’t sure if those were the right words.
“Go on,” I urged.
“That felt like you said, like I only had to worry about listening to you, nothing else, and by doing that I felt… free? I don’t think I am making any sense.” I placed my hand over hers and smiled.
“You’re making perfect sense. That is submission. That freedom you feel by letting go and giving in is the same freedom I feel when I take that power you give and guide you through whatever we have decided to do. It gives me joy and peace and purpose.” I leaned in, kissing her forehead again simply because I couldn’t help myself.
“Come on. Let’s get packed up and head for home before it gets too dark,” I stated with a smile. We had pieced and munched on food all day and neither of us was hungry for dinner, but it was getting cold and I didn’t want to attempt the walk back in the dark with Ruth.
Her hand stayed in the crook of my arm as we walked home, but this time, she leaned her head against my shoulder and I felt like perhaps this might actually work. The lights from the house came into view once we passed the treeline and we made our way inside out of the cold.
Without a word, we both set our things down in the kitchen, leaving the basket out to clean tomorrow, and we headed upstairs. Before we could walk into our room, however, I stopped her.
I had every intention of turning her to face me and telling her what a wonderful evening I’d had. That was the plan. But when she turned to face me and those eyes looked up at me with such happiness, such hope, and such want, I couldn’t stop myself.
Without a second thought, I had pressed her back against the wall — it was becoming a habit at this point — and I kissed her. I kissed her with every ounce of want and desire I had within me. I pulled away slowly, savoring the moment, but I had to stop.
“Ruth, tonight I’m going to sleep in the guest room,” I stated slowly. I watched as her face went from dreamy satisfaction from our kiss to confusion to almost anger.
“Levi, we just discussed this morning how important it was to come to bed as man and wife each night,” she argued.
“I know. And I want more than anything right now to lift you into my arms and take you to our bed and make love to you. But I need to do this right. I need this to be right, Ruth,” I almost pleaded. I leaned in, kissing her again, tasting her lips and sucking her lower lip into my mouth. The gasp she released went straight to my cock, not making the situation any easier.
I broke the kiss, moving to her ear to whisper, “The next time I am in your bed, I want to be there at your request. Not because it I am your husband by law. Not because we took a vow. Not because it’s what is expected of us. No, the next time I share a bed with you, I want it to be because you ask me to be there. The next time I come to your bed, I want it to be because your breath catches at the sight of me. Because your thighs quiver at the thought of my hands touching you. Because your sex aches and throbs with the need to feel me there once more.” As I spoke the words, my body pressed against her, letting her feel my erection, letting her know that I wanted her without a shadow of a doubt.
When I pulled away, she sat stone still, her mouth open with shock from my words. I kissed her sweetly once more.
“I understand,” she finally uttered, and I nodded.
“Good night, sweet Ruth.”
“Goodnight, Levi,” she said with just as much hope as I felt within myself.
I watched her go into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her before I made my way to the guest bedroom. My cock ached, easily harder than it had ever been. Christ, how I wanted that woman.
