Page 26 of Ezekiel
Hold on to the dress. Do not move your arms from here.
His first command played on repeat in my mind, and I quickly corrected my mistake.
“Good girl,” he praised, and I felt my sex clench in response to his words. He lifted the bra, tugging it up and over my face to join the dress wrapped around my wrists. It felt strange; exciting and nerve-wracking to be under his gaze in such a way. I wanted to be embarrassed. I should have been embarrassed. But all I felt was this heated need and a desire to please him. I wanted him to find me beautiful. I wanted my body to arouse him the same way he aroused me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes fixated on my breasts. “Your breasts are exquisite, Talia. A perfect handful with dusky rose tips that make me want to taste and tease.” His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasingly rubbing over the peaks until they were stiff under his touch.
“Zeke,” I groaned. My nipples were sensitive, far more sensitive than I ever realized. His nails raked over the mounds of my flesh, moving down towards the tips until he pinched each tip in between his fingers. I arched off the bed with a gasp.
“Fuck, that’s perfection,” he praised, his eyes bouncing over various parts of my body as though he could not decide where to look. “Let’s see just how sensitive they are.”
His head lowered, capturing one stiff peak between his lips as he pinched and twisted the other lightly, making me writhe.
“Zeke! Oh God!” I exclaimed, my hips rocking, in search of something — anything — to ease the burning ache building between my thighs again. How he stoked this fire over and over again, making me so desperately needy for him, I did not know. I hadn’t known it would be like this, that it could be like this.
His lips moved to my other breast, his hands moving down over my waist and lower until his fingers hooked into the waist of my panties. He sat up, his eyes fixated on my body as he tugged them lower.
I blushed under his heated gaze. He tugged them down, pulling them free from my body until I was bare before him, completely naked. It was impossible to not feel embarrassed, but regardless of my insecurity, that undercurrent of desire and lust pulsed on.
“Spread your legs.” Another command. I took a deep breath, letting myself fall deeper under his spell. My legs parted, opening up for him.
“Wider,” he stated. I flushed under his gaze.
“Look how beautiful you are, angel. So open for me. So wet. So needy.” His words embarrassed and aroused me. I wanted to cover myself, yet I did not. His fingers grazed over my tender folds, making me shiver and shift beneath him.
“Zeke, please,” I begged. I wanted his touch.
“You’re so fucking wet, Angel,” he whispered, his fingers finding that bump and circling it. My eyes rolled back in my head, my hips arching into his touch.
“Eyes on me.” My eyes popped open at his command, focusing on his. His eyes were gorgeous. A honeyed brown, deep and honest. It felt incredible, his fingers toying and playing with me, but I wanted more.
“Please, Zeke,” I urged him, willing him to understand.
“Use your words if you want something,” he teased me, that smirk challenging me.
“I want more. I want to feel alive.” My words may not have made sense, but it was the only way I knew to describe it.
Smack.
My eyes widened as I gasped. He had smacked me…there.Right there.
“You want more? I can give more. I can give you more than you can handle. Trust me. Open for me.” His palm came down again, right on my mound.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He leaned over me, hovering above me as he grasped my cloth covered wrists in one hand.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
It stung, and it made my toes curl.
“You’re near gushing for me, pretty girl,” he toyed with me, his head lowering until he took one pointed nipple into his mouth and tugged — hard.
“Zeke!” I cried out, the pain of his teeth tugging, mixing with his fingers sliding deep inside of my wet channel.
“Squeeze around me, baby,” he urged, and I clenched down around him. It intensified the pleasure. His fingers pushed up against my inner wall, making stars explode behind my eyes.
“Please!” I keened, I whined, I pleaded with everything inside of me as my world focused around the pleasure he gave.
