Page 37 of Ezekiel
His hand tightened just a touch, just enough to add pressure. My heart raced, my pulse thundered in my ears, and I felt like I was sinking into some unknown abyss. His voice, his touch, consumed every fiber of my being. Nothing existed except him.
“Trust me.”
His hand tightened more, making my brain feel just a bit fuzzy, soaking my panties, and making me want to submit under his prowess.
“Eyes on me, Angel. Eyes right here.” His voice was in complete juxtaposition to his touch. One gentle and kind, the other firm and unyielding. It knocked my senses off their axis and made my core weep with want for him.
My eyes focused on his, just barely. Their honeyed hazel color luring me in.
“Listen.” His words reminded me, commanded me. “You will disrobe and stand in the center of the room, waiting for me with legs shoulder-width apart, hands at your sides. Do not move. Do not fidget. Wait for me, angel.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my words barely making it past the pressure he controlled over my throat.
“Yes, Sir. That is how I wish you to address me when we play, Angel. Understood?” I responded with a small nod.
“Good girl,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to my lips. It was short and sweet and nearly annoyed me with how quickly he pulled away. He stood, heading towards a chest in the corner of the room. He was halfway there when he turned back to me, giving me a knowing look. That’s when I realized I hadn’t moved a muscle. “Chop, chop, girl.”
Lord have mercy! His complete control and prowess had me trembling and soaking wet. I quickly leapt from the bed, pulling my clothing off at near hyper-speed. My dress got stuck somewhere between my arms and my neck, but I managed to pull it off and toss it off to the corner — just in time to hear him chuckle at my struggle. I shook it off, instead, sliding my panties down my legs and kicking them to the corner as well as I unhooked my bra and added it to the pile.
Embarrassment took over me, but I remembered his words.
Listen.
He had told me to wait in a specific place and position, so I would do just that: listen. I stood in the center of the room and made sure I spread my legs just so. My hands longed to cover my nudity, but I resisted. Instead, waiting patiently for whatever came next.
I didn’t have to wait long as I felt his presence behind me.
“You look exquisite, angel,” he murmured. I could feel the warmth of his body just behind me. I yearned to lean back into him, to feel his hardness against my softness. To lose myself in him. But I listened. I trusted. He slipped something black in front of my face, affixing it over my eyes and tying the silken straps behind my head.
A blindfold. I could see nothing. I felt panic well up inside of me, my breath quickening, my hands fisting at my sides.
“Breathe, Angel, and trust me,” his soft words soothed me, coaxing me back from the brink of panic.
I still couldn’t speak, so I simply nodded, letting him know I heard him.
His hands ran softly down the outsides of arms, soothing me further.
“I want you to use your other senses. Fall into your lack of sight and trust yourself. Trust me. Tell me what you hear,” he urged.
“I hear your voice,” I whispered.
“More. Tell me more about it. Tell me everything,” he urged.
“Your voice is rich and low. It arouses me,” I admitted, pushing away the shyness. Pushing away the panic at my temporary blindness.
“Keep going,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along the tops of my shoulders, pulling my hair off to one side as he did so.
“I hear the wind outside. It’s loud,” I whispered, moaning softly as his teeth scraped against my sensitive skin.
“I hear your breathing. I can feel it against my skin,” I whispered. He chuckled, his breath fanning out over the back of my neck. I shivered in response.
“Good girl. Now, tell me what else you feel.” I focused, taking slow deep breaths as I waited for a feeling.
“It’s cool in the room, but I can feel the heat of your body so close to mine. I can feel your fingertips almost dancing over my skin,” I murmured.
“Good, keep going. Don’t stop those words. Keep telling me what you hear, what you smell, what you taste, and what you feel. Don’t stop.” His words excited me.
“I feel your fingertips, soft and light. Oh! I feel your nails lightly scraping down my spine.” My entire body was nothing more than a layer of goosebumps at his touch, at his presence.
