Page 8 of Leviticus
“All of you are idiots. I brought reinforcements,” Malachi added, picking up a hefty duffle bag and toolbox from the floor. “We’ll board the fucker shut.” With that, the tension broke, if only by a little. But it was enough.
It was nearly midnight by the time they had all left, leaving me to my own devices for the night. I should have gone to bed. I should have just laid down and let the exhaustion of this last week lull me into a much needed sleep. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
I found myself walking down the staircase to the basement, looking at the door where Malachi had locked up the playroom we had so painstakingly built. Malachi had padlocked the room shut with two separate padlocks and we had hung a tapestry over the doorway. I hoped that would keep my soon to be wife away from the room. Not that she would be able to get in, even if she did find it.
I pressed one hand to the door to the closest thing I had to a sanctuary, a safe place. It wouldn’t be forever that I had to hide this part of myself. But that didn’t make it any easier.
I shook the thoughts from my head and made my way up the stairs to my bedroom. A hot shower and a long night of sleep would do me a world of good right about now. Walking through my open concept bedroom, I grabbed my things on auto-pilot. The room was warm and welcoming, decorated in deep greens and browns. I had designed this suite specifically. The room was large, with a king sized bed situated in the center of one wall. The plush carpet underfoot gave way to beautiful tile work as you entered the large en suite bathroom. Malachi had done excellent work on this home. All of our homes, honestly. The man was skilled with this kind of work.
The bathroom was a thing of beauty. A long countertop with a double sink sat below an oversized mirror along one wall, leading to the opening to the walk-in shower. There was no door, just beautiful wood and dark tile. An oversized claw-foot tub sat along the opposite wall finishing the room, the dark wood and deep green theme continuing in this room as well. It was a place I could relax after a long day. It was also a room my parents had not seen on their visits. They would find it far too indulgent to be sure. But I didn’t want to think about my parents right now. I wanted to take this one last night to put away the lifestyle I had painstakingly built over the last six years.
I stepped into the oversized shower stall, letting the water run as hot as possible, the steam quickly filling the space, making me conscious of each shuddering breath I took. My hands reached for the soap and the loofah, working a lather as I remembered the incredible women I had been with, the friendships I had made, and the things I had experienced. I worked the rich scented suds over my body, closing my eyes to the sensuality of the moment even as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
My hands moved over my skin, allowing myself to feel something more sinful, something more carnal. If only for a few minutes. My fingers wrapped around my hard cock, stroking slowly, then faster to match the fast-paced images flooding my mind of sweet-scented sex and reddened flesh at the end of my flogger. I took my time, holding myself back as the first tingles of orgasm began to gather in my groin, breathing deeply to stave that inevitable climax off for as long as possible.
The impression of rope on pale, luscious skin. The trembling gasp of a woman in painful need as my strikes landed and pushed her towards ecstasy. It didn’t matter that I had never had a truly romantic relationship with any of my submissives. They had all been play partners and nothing more. But it didn’t matter in the end. I had loved each of them for who they were and the time we spent together. They were each beautiful and giving, incredible creatures who handed me their power for safe-keeping for a time. Their gift was something precious, something I would hold dear all the days of my life.
I pictured arched backs, heads tossed back as I squeezed my cock tighter in my grasp, the soap smoothing my strokes to perfection. I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
With one hand holding myself against the tiled wall, I let the scalding water pound over my skin and closed my eyes tight. Heaving breasts, slickened clits. Whimpered pleas and fervent cries of need filled my mind, and I gave over to the incredible bliss that was a woman’s submission. My body tensed, my toes curling as I released over my hand; the evidence of my climax washing down the drain as my breath came in sharp, staccato gasps.
“Enough,” I panted to absolutely no one, firmly shutting the lid on the compartmentalized box I had set aside in my mind for this part of my life.
“Enough.”
CHAPTER3
LEVITICUS
“It is important for a man to always present himself in such a way as to honor God. Crisp, pressed shirt. Perfectly matched. Everything in its place.” My father’s words were the only sound in the small room of the church. Malachi should have been standing with me today. For fuck’s sake, all of my brothers should have been standing beside me today. That was the whole point. To have those you loved, those who supported you, stand beside you as you take on a new role in life. As much as it sucked, I was left with no real support before standing before our entire community to be wed to a woman I had literally never spoken to.
“Just think, you’ll be given the honor of standing beside Malachi soon. And then your other brothers after that. It is a position of honor to stand and bear witness to such an event. It is a position in which you will be able to offer your words of wisdom, your advice to each of your brothers in turn, just as I will give you advice today.”
I nodded dutifully absently, pretending as though any of his words would actually matter to me. I didn’t want to be anything like him.
“It is important that you treat your new bride with care, especially the first few times, son. Women are the weaker sex and cannot readily handle the roughness of a man’s actions in the first few days. She will need time to heal, for her body to become accustomed to what is required of her. But pay you no mind to the healing process. After a few day’s time, her body will recognize what it is designed to do.”
Was he serious? The roughness of a man’s actions? He was literally telling me that I needed to give her a few days to heal and then I could be as rough as I wanted. It was sickening. Was this how every man treated their wife in this godforsaken town?
“Once your bride becomes a woman in the biblical sense, she will begin her preparations for motherhood. Her body will prepare itself for the pain of Eve; for childbirth.”
Children. I had honestly thought it couldn’t get worse. I had thought that this sham of a marriage, the grotesque inspection and consummation ceremonies, were bad enough. Then to be paraded around the feast like animals on display. But children? If there was a God, He wasn’t present here in this hellhole.
“You and your new bride will have the customary honeymoon. One month in your home in seclusion. I can promise you peace during this time. No one will visit or bother you.”
“A month seems a little extreme, doesn’t it, Father?” I murmured as I slipped the last button through the hole on my shirt.
“Take this time, Leviticus. It is imperative. There is much work to be done in the first month of marriage. The reason the church requires it is two-fold. It ensures that you give your wife the best chances of conception. The woman’s cycle can happen at different times. Having this month alone ensures that you will have the optimal chances of conceiving a son. It also allows time for you to train your new wife.”
I gritted my teeth. The words he was speaking were too close to the words I had held dear to me. Training a new submissive. Training a new wife. It was a good thing I wouldn’t be able to slip away to partake in those proclivities now. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to again after this entire experience. It very well felt like it would ruin me for Dominance forever. I knew that wasn’t likely true, but right now — at this moment — the thought of forcing a woman to her knees, even one who fully consented in the world of kink, felt wrong.
“You will need to train her to be the best wife and mother to you and your children. You will need to show her your expectations for your home. I cannot stress this enough, Leviticus. Take this time to make sure you train her well. As the Lord says—Spare the rod, spoil the child.The same is true of wives and women, son.” He clapped his hand on my back, staring at me through the reflection in the mirror, the picture of fatherly pride and love. Nothing could be further from the truth, and I hated myself for what I was about to do.
“Do you have any questions?” he asked, glancing up at the clock.
“No, Father. You have taught me well.” I hated every word coming from my lips.
“I am proud of you, son. You will make a fine husband. God will grant you a son. I know this.”
