Page 97 of Leviticus
I punctuated my command with a snap of my fingers and pointing down to the floor beside me, just to the left hand side of the chair, near my feet. Never once did my eyes leave her face. I watched the emotions play out, almost able to hear the argument in her head. Until finally, she sunk to her knees, facing the fireplace, kneeling at my feet.
Where she belonged.
I let her sit there, kneeling in the position I had taught her for several minutes. I was in no hurry. This wasn’t about that. It was about her.
It was always about her.
The minutes passed slowly until it happened.
Her breathing quickened and then her voice broke, choked on a sob.
There it was. The release she needed. But this was just the start of it.
I placed my hand around the back of her neck, not in any controlling way, but simply to offer her support and comfort. She leaned into me just a touch, her sobs sounding louder now, coming more freely. This was everything she needed.
“You are safe here, my lovely one. You are loved.” I guided her head to rest on my leg and she melted into me. Her kneeling position shifted as she wrapped her arms around my calf and held on to me like a lifeline.
This was submission in some of its most beautiful and purest form. To break against one’s Dominant and find safety and healing in it was something exquisite that I had never thought I would find. Yet here she was, trusting me to support her, to guide her as she broke under the heavy onslaught of emotions that wrecked her.
Slowly, I ran my fingers through her hair, murmuring soft words as she poured her tears, her thoughts, and every single thing she felt down around her. In time her breathing slowed and her tears stopped. Still, we stayed in silence. Thoughts flooded my mind. Could I truly be this lucky of a man? To have found someone so perfect for me in such a way? Without having to ask, she just did it. She just came to me when words had failed her and put her trust in me.
“You’re safe. I have you,” I murmured again, unable to stop the soft, random words of support from falling from my lips.
“What do I do?” she whispered finally, looking up at me with wide eyes filled with vulnerability and trust. I lost myself in her there. I lost myself in her.
“This. You do exactly this. You kneel and you give it all to me. Because I can handle it. I can handle you breaking. I have you. And when you have let all of that stress and worry out; when you have freed yourself of those burdens, you remember the training we have begun and you lose yourself in it. Remember it now, Ruth. To start, your posture. Back straight. Knees spread, arms…” I didn’t need to say anything more as she immediately fell into the position I had taught her.
“Utter perfection, my love,” I praised. “Now breathe for me. Slow and steady,” I guided her. “Follow my words. Inhale, two, three, four. Exhale, two, three, four.” Slowly, I led her through breathing exercises and helped to center her. I could see the tension had gone from her body.
We sat there in front of the fireplace, matching our breathing and finding that peace and comfort within one another. Her submission fueled me and centered me. And from what I could tell, my Dominance did the same for her.
“I would like to take you to the playroom, Ruth, if you are up for it. But before we do, we need to talk,” I asked her gently, my fingers still playing in the long, silky lengths of her hair.
“I am up for it. And I’m ready to talk now,” she said and I could hear the calmness in her voice. It put me at ease. I guided her to turn and face me.
“Do you understand now the importance of keeping up appearances in Zion? Why we must do this?” I implored.
“I do,” she agreed, nodding her head.
“Within these walls, we are safe. We can be ourselves and not worry. Around my brothers, we can be ourselves and not worry. But in town we must keep our heads on straight, and play the part we must play. I hate that I have put you in such a position, Ruth, but it is important. It is important for the life that my brothers and I want,” I continued fervently.
“It is important for the lifeIwant, as well, Levi,” she whispered back with just as much passion.
“Here, though, here…” my words trailed off as I reached for her hand. “I want this home to be our sanctuary. TO be the place where we can be Levi and Ruth.”
“And what about Sir and Ruth?” she asked, with no hesitation. I saw the blush on her cheeks as she lowered her eyes.
“What about Sir and Ruth?” I asked, pushing her for more details.
“I am ready for Sir and Ruth.” She spoke firmly, her blush brilliantly rosy on her cheeks. I took her in, the whole look of her. Her beautiful position, her rosy cheeks, the slight smile on her face, her lowered eyes. She was everything I could have ever wanted in a submissive and more. It was themorethat floored me above all else.
This woman was the woman I loved; the woman I was making the active choice to keep in my life, to share my life with.
“Is my lovely one ready to head to the playroom?” I asked, letting the love and desire and all that came with it fill me.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded beautifully.
“I would like to give you more tonight if you are up for it. Tonight I would like to finally give you that impact scene you have been asking for.” I could see how her eyes widened and her smile grew even with her head lowered. “What say you, my lovely one?”
