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My breath caught with a sob, and I realized my eyes were welling up with tears.Oh, good job, Zeke. Now you’re crying in front of her?!
“Just breathe, Zeke. I’m here.”
I’m here.
Such a simple statement. Yet as I began to calm and find control once again, that statement rang through my head like a mantra.
I’m here.
I’m here.
My breathing slowed, and peace came back into focus. At least enough for me to sleep.
I’m here.
Yes, yes, she was.
CHAPTER8
TALIA
“Shut up,” Delilah exclaimed in apparent disbelief. I wasn’t sure if she was shocked or impressed at my admission. Probably both. “How do you feel about it?”
“About the fact that my husband likes to do dirty things in the bedroom? Or that he uses the most foul language when he does so?” I giggled. I couldn’t believe I had admitted to her that Zeke and I had begun engaging in kink, but she was my most trusted friend; the person I trusted most with this information. It didn’t hurt that she was also my sister-in-law now. That made it even more easy to open up to her.
“So he just came out and said it? Just… boom, there it is?” Delilah asked.
“He did. I mean, there was a conversation that led up to it, but, ultimately, yes. And then it was there. This thing that I didn’t understand, that both frightened me and excited me. Oh goodness, Delilah, I actually accused him of being a devil worshiper!” We both erupted into giggles.
“How did he react to that? Granted, when Ollie told me about his own proclivities, I was probably just as shocked!” she admitted.
“Wait, Ollie is into this stuff, too?!” I nearly shrieked, dumbfounded.
“They all are, honestly. Though, in very different ways.”
“What is Ollie into? Can I ask that? Is that inappropriate? Oh hell, did I just commit some faux pax? Are we not supposed to talk about it? I’m not sure what the etiquette is with this stuff.”
“Slow down, woman! Your mind is going a million miles a minute,” she chastised kindly.
“I can’t help it. It’s overwhelming the amount of questions and thoughts I have,” I nearly whined.
“Well, let me help where I can. Yes, all the brothers are into this stuff, in one way or another. Though, to my knowledge, each of them has different interests,” she explained.
“What is Ollie into?” I asked, fascinated.
“He’s a pleasure Dom,” she admitted with a pride and satisfaction that made me laugh.
“You sound like the cat who got the canary,” I teased.
“Let’s just say it’s been an adventure. One I hope never ends.”
“You vixen,” I taunted. “Though I feel like I’m beginning to understand. The way Zeke is, I just can’t describe it. It’s like he’s two versions of himself. One when he’s around everyone, where he’s quiet and reserved and his anxiety is overwhelming him. And then when his dominant side comes out…,” I trailed off with a sigh. “He’s just completely different. He’s confident, he’s decisive, and he is sadistic in a way I never thought I would be okay with. But I am! How is it okay? How am I supposed to balance this idea of a husband who loves me and treats me well with the absolute vicious filth that comes out of his mouth? Or the way he touches me?”
“Howdoyou feel about it?” Delilah questioned.
“I don’t know. On the one hand, it goes against everything I have ever known to be true. But it arouses me and affects me so much… Delilah, I yearn for it. I yearn for him. I should be ashamed of myself.” The overwhelming guilt settled deep into my chest.
“No, you shouldn’t be ashamed. Not in the slightest. Does he hurt you? Like actually harm you in a way you do not want?” Delilah asked. I thought about it for a moment. Sure, the play we had engaged in so far had been rough and I was sore from it today. But….
