Page 36 of Ezekiel
“You want another lesson, pretty little pet?” he teased, his lips biting at mine.
“Why do your words make me…” I trailed off, leaning forward for his kiss again, anything to save myself from speaking the embarrassing words poised on the tip of my tongue.
“Make you what? Say it. Say the words.” His commands, the way he spoke, it was too much. It was not enough.
“Your words make me so wet, Zeke,” I gasped out, his leg sliding between mine, pressing just there where I needed him most.
“Just my words make you wet? When I tell you things like how I want to tie you down to the bed and tease you until you’ve cum for me so many times, you’re begging me to stop with tears in those pretty eyes?” I nearly fainted under his words. His hands, his body, were the only thing holding me up.
“Your words set me on fire,” I whispered, once again reaching for his kiss, needing more of him.
“I want you, Talia. I want you trembling beneath me. Let me show you just how fucking good it can be,” he teased, his thigh pressing, almost circling right up against my clit.
“Show me. Show me everything. Please,” I begged.
“Do you want to scene? Do you want to have your next lesson?” he asked me, pulling away and looking into my eyes. There was a seriousness to his gaze, to his words, that I could not ignore.
“Yes. I want this, Zeke,” I spoke with all the conviction I possessed. He immediately released me, much to my chagrin.
“Don’t pout at me,” he chuckled, guiding me back to the bed. “We need to discuss what’s going to happen.”
“I’m all ears,” I said enthusiastically. As much as I wanted to stay pressed against that wall, I knew the importance of handling things correctly. Both he and Delilah had impressed that upon me clearly.
“I want to focus the next severallessons,as we’ve dubbed them, on senses. It’s something I focus heavily on in my kink. So lesson number two will be sight.” My mind raced with ideas.
“Are you going to cover my eyes?” I asked excitedly. He smirked at me, and Lord have mercy, how I wanted to lean forward and kiss him again.
“I’m going to teach you to rely on your other senses. To experience sound, touch, taste, and smell more heightened than ever before. I am going to make you quiver for me, Talia. If you are willing.” His tone seduced me, tantalized me, and pulled me in deeper.
“I want it, Zeke. I want it all,” I answered honestly.
“I want to use a few things on you. Nothing will be used to strike you, nothing will hurt you. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure. Will you trust me to do that?” I pondered his words, realizing that I agreed with all but one thing.
“I wouldn’t mind… well…” I began.
“Go on,” he urged.
“You talked about spanking. If it won’t hurt badly, I might be okay with that,” I admitted, hating the blush that heated my cheeks.
“May I ask why you are leery of them?”
“I don’t like being punished. I don’t enjoy being put down.” It was hard for me to admit. “The school marms would slap the backs of our hands with rulers, and if we did not obey past that, they would swat us with paddles on the bottom for disobedience. I did not like that one bit.”
“I can understand that. I can assure you, I will not strike you with anger or as punishment unless it’s something we both agree to. Understood?” I nodded my head, deciding that for as nervous as I was, I trusted him to do this. Delilah had said to open up to him, to trust him. And so I would.
“I can agree to that,” I spoke clearly, resolutely. This was what I wanted. I was ready.
“Now, angel, it’s time to focus. Focus and remember lesson one.” He threw that near-sinister smirk in my direction, and my stomach quivered with anticipation.
“Lesson one?” I asked, my mind already reeling.
“Listen.”
I nodded as he leaned forward. I had expected him to take my lips, to kiss me senseless as he had before, but he did not. Instead, his hand wrapped around my throat, making my eyes pop open wide.
“Zeke…” I trailed off, half worried.
“Trust me,” he urged, his lips a mere breath away from my own. “I will not harm you.”
