Page 112 of Ezekiel
“Can we not?” she asked.
“Can we not, what?”
“Can we not talk about this anymore? Zeke, I just can’t do it. Not tonight. Please,” she pleaded with me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my side as I kissed her temple.
“Of course, love. Of course,” I reassured her.
“All this trauma has just been too much, you know?” she added. I nodded silently beside her.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay. Trauma is hard and you need to be taken care of through this. A big part of that is talking through your trauma,” I reminded her gently.
“Yes, but enough is enough tonight. I’m talked out.”
“What would you like to talk about instead?” I asked her.
“Maybe I don’t want to talk,” she whispered. “Maybe I don’t want to think. Maybe I just want my Sir to take it all away. Just for a little while.”
Her words hung in the air for a moment as I processed. She wanted a scene? Tonight? On the one hand, I wanted to make sure she was okay. On the other hand, I could honestly use a scene myself.
“I’m only going to ask this once, and then I will trust your answer and drop it. Are you sure you’re in a place where you can scene right now?” My question was an important one. Going into a scene in a bad headspace was never a good idea. After how badly the final scene of the senses had gone, I wanted to be prepared and mitigate any issues that could arise.
“I’m sure, Zeke. I promise,” she spoke clearly, resolutely. “This is something I need.”
“I understand,” I agreed, already feeling my dominance rise to the surface. “I want to talk about a few things before we begin. After that scene with your flashback, we need to be honest and real about the possibility of that happening again.”
“You’re right,” she agreed. I breathed a sigh of relief that she would not fight me on that point.
“I want to make sure that you continue using your safewords. The scene can end at any time for any reason. But I want to keep you from bolting into the Utah mountains, if we can,” I teased her gently. She chuckled, nodding her head.
“Yeah, I would also like to keep that from happening again,” she admitted.
“So, if you safeword, if you have a flashback, I want you to stay here. I will keep you safe and we can talk things out. I will be here for you. In whatever way you need,” I said.
“How do we keep me from running if I’m in the middle of a flashback, though? Last time, I didn’t even know I was running, let alone running naked, or even that I was in the woods until I crossed paths with Malachi,” she admitted with the faintest hint of a blush. I thought about it for a moment. She had a point.
“What if we lock the door? We can scene up here in the bedroom and lock the bedroom door. That way, if you try to bolt, you’d have to have the wherewithal to unlock the door first. That will give me time to stop you,” I suggested.
“What are you going to do? Tackle me to the floor?” she chuckled.
“If I have to,” I shrugged, teasing her. “My next question is, what are you looking to get from a scene tonight? I want to make sure I cater to the needs you have. I want it to be a successful scene. For both of us,” I asked her.
“What I need most is peace. Turn off my mind and take the control from me, Zeke. I’ve spent so much time this last week trying to figure everything out. Trying to control my thoughts and my memories and I’m just….” she trailed off as she searched for words.
“Just tired,” I supplied, and she nodded her head. “You need to not be in charge for a while. I get it. I get not being able to control the voices in your head, or the anxiety that overtakes you. Give it to me tonight, Talia. I can handle it. I will make sure that all the plates keep spinning and the world keeps turning while you shut off for a while. You can trust me. I will take care of it, and you.” I spoke my solemn vow to her both as a man and as a Dominant. It was a serious responsibility to take control of a submissive in such a way, and I did not take it lightly.
“Please,” she begged. The look in her eyes as she turned her gaze on me was one of pure submission. The pure need to give over and give in was already consuming her. It was a call to action that I could not ignore.
“Your wish is my command, angel. Tonight I would like to use a few things,” I began our negotiations. “If there is anything you want to take off that list, or add to it, please tell me.”
“Of course,” she answered readily. There was an excitement in her eyes that I had not seen all day.
“I would like to use the cuffs on your wrists and ankles. I would like to use the Wartenberg wheel, the magic wand, and clothespins,” I detailed out my plan to her.
“I think I would like to add two things,” she said after a moment of thought.
“I’m all ears, love,” I replied.
“I would like the blindfold and the violet wand,” she requested with a smirk.
