Page 113 of Ezekiel
“Really?” I asked in surprise. “Are you sure?”
“You said you wouldn’t ask me that again. That you’d trust my word,” she playfully scolded.
“You’re right, I did. I’m just trying to understand. Both of those things surprised me,” I answered honestly.
“I want the violet wand because it feels good. It’s so intense and feels incredible. I want it again. The blindfold I want because it helps me get into this deeper place mentally. Like I’m outside my body, yet fully immersed in the moment at the same time. I can’t quite describe it, but it definitely enhances everything so much.” Her explanation made perfect sense.
“I think I can accommodate that, then. Now, go prepare yourself. You will enter this room only when I knock on the bathroom door as a signal. Your Sir also needs to prepare,” I instructed with a smirk. Dominant Zeke was in full force now.
As soon as she was in the bathroom with the door closed, I took a deep breath, centering myself for the scene at hand. I grabbed my kit, pulling the items I would need out onto the bedside table for easy access. I took a few moments to tidy up our bedroom and then set to work attaching the cuffs to the four posters of the bed. There was nothing worse than having to scramble around trying to attach a submissive to bed posts while you grunted and groaned trying to reach behind the headboard.
Once the items were prepared, I changed my clothing. I wanted to be comfortable tonight. I wanted to take away her burdens and quiet her overactive mind. And I wanted to send her to the stratosphere in orgasmic bliss as many times as her body would allow. Let’s be clear about that fact. I removed my clothes, deciding to go shirtless with a pair of unbuttoned jeans and bare feet. She seemed to have a thing for seeing me in jeans with the button undone. I did not know why, but if it whet her appetite, then I was happy to provide.
I took a few extra moments to prepare myself mentally before knocking on the bathroom door. The sight that greeted me when she opened it took my breath away.
She stood there, completely nude, with her hair plaited down her back. Her hands moved behind her back, clasped perfectly there, awaiting my instruction.
“You are a sight for sore eyes, angel. An absolute masterpiece,” I praised her, my emotions lodged in my throat. “Follow me.”
I led her to the foot of the bed, placing her where I wanted her, standing there before me.
“Present,” I instructed. I had expected her to stand with her feet apart like we always did. Instead, what she did rendered me speechless. She kneeled down on the floor, her hands placed palm up on her widespread thighs. Her back was ramrod straight, and she had her eyes lowered to the floor. She was a vision of submission.
“Do have anything you wish to say, angel?” I asked her through the clog of emotion that roughened my tone.
“Only that I am happy to be here, Sir. I know I am safe and loved in your care. I accept your Dominance of me this evening.” Her words were even more beautiful than her form.
It was a unique thing, engaging in a scene with a submissive versus engaging in a scene with the woman you loved. It held a different weight. I felt that weight tenfold as she spoke her truth and stole my heart all over again.
“I accept your submission, angel. I am honored by it and hold it in reverence. I hold you in reverence.” Those were the only words that came to mind in such a moment. “I promise to love you and protect you through our scene and beyond.”
I could see her blush in the lowered light of our bedside lamps, the glow turning her skin golden and almost luminescent. My hand rested atop her head, giving her my touch as I gave her my truth. With a finger beneath her chin, I lifted her head until her eyes met mine.
“Let us begin.”
I helped her to her feet, laying her down on the bed.
“Arm here,” I instructed, placing her arm up at the top right corner of the bed. I attached the cuffs one by one until she was spread out for me.
“Comfortable?” I asked quietly, my tone rich.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a smile.
“Perfection. Utter perfection,” I cooed at her, situating myself beside her as my hand found her pussy.
“What do we have here?” I teased, slipping my fingers through her slickened folds until I found her swollen clit.
“Sir,” she breathed with a gasp, her hips arching into my touch, but I kept it light, barely circling the nub as I prepared her body for the torture I had planned for her.
“I can feel how primed your body is for me, angel. Ready, wet, and open for my touch and my torture,” I growled. My other hand moved over her smooth skin, so light that goosebumps erupted over her, following every touch of my fingers.
I slid my fingers lower, dipping into the tight heat of her pussy. She was already throbbing, wrapping around my digits like a glove.
“So fucking needy for me. My pretty little pet,” I teased.
“Only for you, Sir. For my Sir,” she breathed the mantra like a prayer. I slid my fingers away as her thighs started to quiver with the beginning trembles of an orgasm, denying her what she wanted most.
“One more thing before we begin, angel,” I commented, taking the blindfold from beside the bed and affixing it around her head. “Remember your safewords. You are safe. I have you.”
