Page 60 of Leviticus
I opened the drawer below, finding several other items that looked like a man’s shaft.
“Vibrators,” he whispered into my ear. I shivered. “Let me show you.”
He pulled a small one from the drawer, no bigger than the size of my finger. He held it to one of my fingertips and pressed a button on the opposite end. I gasped as the object came to life, buzzing quickly. It almost tickled. Until I realized where this would be placed on a woman’s body. On my body.
I flushed, and my eyes met his. His smirk spoke volumes.
“Yes, indeed, little one. Yes, indeed.”
We stood there a moment longer before he turned the vibrating unit off and placed it back into the drawer. He led me back to the middle of the room.
“I would like to show you the things that I like. Things that I desire,” he whispered, his eyes not leaving mine. His voice was deeper, richer, and I was entranced by it.
“Yes. Please.”
“Good.” His eyes roved over my body as he circled me. I don’t know what it was that told me to stay still, to be quiet, but I listened to it. He stopped behind me, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. “Remove your clothing, lovely. Let me see your incredible body.”
It wasn’t a question.
It wasn’t a request.
And everything within me told me to listen. To obey his command. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I pulled my dress up slowly over my head. I held it in my hand, wondering for a moment if I should drop it on the floor or go set it somewhere. Before I could think about it too long, he reached out and took it from me.
“Continue.” His words only added to the sensuality of the moment. I slipped off my bra, holding it out for him as well, before doing the same with my simple panties. In only moments, I stood before him, completely nude. Strangely, I didn’t feel as nervous. How was that even possible?
I could feel his eyes on me. His circling began again as he looked over my naked flesh.
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” He stopped before me, leaning in to kiss my forehead, and I felt proud. Of what, I wasn’t sure of, but his praise felt lovely. “There are things in kink that I enjoy. The protocol we’ve spoken of. I would like to teach you a few of the positions I find pleasing.”
I nodded my head, feeling the excitement wash over me.
“Move your feet shoulder width apart.” I immediately obeyed.
“Good. Now, stand up straight, and put your arms behind your back.” I followed the simple instructions, clasping my hands together behind my back.
“That’s good, but not quite. Let me show you.” He moved behind me, taking my wrists and helping me to the correct position. With my arms bent at the elbow, he moved my arms until I was holding on to each opposite forearm. His hand slid down my spine, urging me to stand just a little taller, just a little straighter.
“Chin down slightly, lower your eyes. Just like that. Yes. That is perfection, Ruth,” he spoke in appreciation, and I felt myself beam under his praise. “This is a pose I like to see often. It is a pose that allows you to present yourself for me to see. For me to see all of you.” I wasn’t focused on where he stood, but his voice was moving around me again. “Where I can touch you however I wish.” His fingertips brushed against my hip, then around the small of my back. Then over one nipple. I gasped softly, feeling the nub harden under his light touch.
“How does it make you feel?” he urged.
“On display, Sir.” The title slipped through my lips without thought. His answering growl told me everything I needed to know. This was incredible. This was wanted. This was right.
“Do you like being on display, lovely?”
“For you, Sir. Yes,” I answered with only the slightest hesitation.
“Mmm, good girl. Are you ready for the next position?” he asked, his voice seemingly deeper. I felt myself sinking into that same depth, though I didn’t quite understand it.
“Yes, Sir.” The words flowed from me almost without thought. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin softly before he spoke his next words.
“Then kneel for me, Ruth.” His words sent a shiver down my spine and my body moved before thought invaded my mind. I sank to my knees, surprised when they hit a small rectangle pillow.
“Good girl, keeping your arms behind your back.” I smiled, beaming at his words. I was used to following orders from the way I was brought up. And I had already told him how obeying him in our home gave me even more pleasure than I had anticipated. But this. This was something else entirely. There was a calm about it, a drive about it, that I had never felt.
“Spread your knees apart, to a ninety-degree angle. Yes, that’s perfect.” I felt his lips touch the top of my head as I moved into the position he described. His hand pushed on the center of my spine, forcing my posture to adjust. “God, you are utter perfection,” he whispered.
He knelt beside me, down at my level, and raised my chin to look at him. The heat I saw in his deep blue eyes made my breath catch in my chest.
