Page 35 of Ezekiel
“You have a fair point. I will try. But I might not always be good about it,” he admitted.
“I don’t expect you to be perfect, Zeke. I expect you to try. That’s all I can ask.” I leaned down, placing a kiss on his forehead.
“You’re being awfully sweet to me, you know,” he said with a grin.
“You deserve nice things, Zeke,” I murmured sweetly. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better, actually. This helps a lot more than I expected. Plus, it feels like heaven. Oh God, yes,” he groaned as I scratched my nails lightly over his scalp.
“Like that?” I giggled.
“And the sadist becomes a baby in two seconds flat,” he retorted with no small amount of sass.
“And if one were to want time with the sadist?” I ventured, finding that little spark of confidence not yet squandered. He quirked an eyebrow up in surprise, opening his golden hazel eyes to look at me.
“What are you saying?” he urged, sitting back up across from me.
“I’m wondering how one would go about asking for… more of what we had yesterday.” I shrugged, trying to be as nonchalant as I could.
“You’re wanting to play more?” he asked, seeking clarification.
“I am. There are parts of what we discussed that still worry me, but at the end of the day, everything we did — every piece of it, Zeke — set me on fire for you. It made me want more.”
“What are the parts that worry you?”
“Honestly, it’s just not understanding, I think. I don’t want to be hit. That much I know,” I admitted truthfully. “I want to know more about how this looks for you, about what it would be like for us.”
“First, thank you for communicating. I know that isn’t easy. Hell, it’s difficult for me to communicate half the time. But with kink, it’s imperative. Second, impact doesn’t have to happen.”
“But isn’t it something you want?” I interrupted.
“Impact? Not greatly, especially not after my trauma. Now, that’s not to say smacking your pert little ass a few times wouldn’t be delightful, but it’s not where my kinks lie. It’s in the subtlety of extracting pleasure and pain from a woman’s body; from her very mind. It’s in the way you can play soft touches against harsher ones, the way you can make the mind dizzy with lust and allow sensation to take control. It’s the control I feel when in charge of another person’s pleasure and torment. Teaching them how to delight in the torment as it makes the pleasure even more sweet in the end.”
My heart raced at his words, and my mind spun with possibilities I had never dreamed.
“See how just the mere act of me saying these words makes your breath quicken? How your eyes widen, your pupils dilating with the idea of such sweet, torturous torment?” I couldn’t sit there as his words enthralled me, spinning their web of lustful intent. I stood, pacing about the room. My hands covered my eyes for a moment, willing the images away. Images of his lips dragging over my skin, lower and lower, until… Images of his powerful hands pushing me up against the wall. Images of his fingers sliding, slipping, swirling.
His hands grasped my shoulders, pulling me backwards into his firm body. When had he risen from the bed? Why was my heart pounding at the very feel of him? Those hands ran down my body, down the curves of my waist, my hips, until he grasped me, pulling me into his erection, grinding against me.
His lips pressed a kiss just behind my ear, his breath fanning over the tender flesh, making me gasp.
“Do my words entice you, Talia?” he whispered. I nodded.
“Do you know what I could do to you? What I could teach you?” he groaned. My breaths came out in a panting staccato rhythm, my nipples pebbling under the onslaught of his words, his voice, his very breath against my skin.
“Teach me, Zeke. Show me. I want to learn,” I begged him. He spun me around roughly, his fingers holding my chin firmly as he forced our eyes to meet.
“You want to learn? You want to learn just how wicked it can be to obey? To fall apart under my touch, completely at my mercy?” His words were rhetorical, a taunting melody designed to lure me in. And lured I was. Blissfully, delightfully so.
“I meant the words I said,” I whispered, my mind already spinning under his touch, under his words.
“What words were those?”
“Teach me to sin, Zeke. Teach me… everything.” I met his lips with equal fervor, desperate for him, for his taste.
“This. I want you like this, all the time. Open, willing, pliant under my touch, under my tongue, under me in all ways,” he groaned against my lips. My hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to me until his hand grabbed at my wrists, holding them tightly. In an instant, my fantasy became a reality, my back hitting the nearest wall. His hands held mine above my head, tethering me to it, making sure I went nowhere other than exactly where he put me.
“Teach me,” I urged, I begged, I pleaded. I wanted him. I wanted it all.
