Page 38 of Ezekiel
“And what now?” he whispered softly. I felt something new against my skin.
“It feels cool, smooth. I can’t tell what it is, though,” I said with confusion.
“It doesn’t matter what it is. How does it feel?” The smooth surface of whatever it was ran up and down the skin of my back, trailing down over the top of my ass and lower over my hips and down my thighs.
“It feels good.” I trembled under the touch.
“What about now?”
The sensation immediately changed, and I giggled under the light, feathery caress of something extremely soft.
“That tickles,” I tittered, pulling away from the sensation as it moved up and down my back and over my shoulders, near my neck.
“Do not move, angel,” he commanded firmly. I took a deep breath, steadying myself and willing myself to stand still.
He moved around me, trailing that light, feathery thing over my skin as he did so. He ran it over my ribcage as I giggled, curling in on myself. The sensation was gone suddenly, and his hand gripped my chin roughly.
“I said stand still.” The words were rough, with no room for question. I gasped under the force of his touch, but I was unafraid. It aroused me. My thighs clenched together. “Legs apart. Hands at your sides. Do not make me repeat myself.”
“Yes, Sir.” the words were out of my mouth before I could gather a coherent thought in my head. He roughly kissed my lips, stealing my breath.
“Good girl,” he praised, patting my cheek. The light, tickling sensation returned, this time feathering over my breasts, teasing my nipples into stiff peaks and making me whimper. It moved over the tops of my thighs, lightly tickling just at my apex, and then it was gone. And so was he.
The air around me felt cold again. I strained my ears, trying to hear him, but heard nothing.
“Zeke?” I asked, that panic just barely fluttering awake in my belly once more.
No answer came. Then I remembered.
“Sir?” I tried again.
“Mm, much better, angel. Now, come here.” I hesitated, unsure of what to do.
“Come where?” I asked, confused.
“Come. Here,” he reiterated.
“But… but, I can’t see,” I protested.
“Listen. Trust. Now, come here.” His words beckoned me forward, and I tried not to worry about stumbling or falling. I listened to where his voice had called from. I took a tentative step forward.
“Good girl. Follow my voice and come to me,” he urged. I followed the sound of his voice. One tentative step after another. “Trust me. Come to me. Feel the carpet beneath your feet, feel the air surrounding your body. Come to me.”
His voice lured me in like a siren called men to their watery graves. I would gladly come apart, fall apart, and nearly die from bliss under his touch, under his prowess. His hands reached out to me, steadying me as I finally stood beside him.
“Lay down for me, angel,” he spoke, guiding me down to lie on the bed. “Now begins the fun. Remember to keep telling me what you hear, what you feel, all of it.”
As I got comfortable on the bed, I felt his hands on my thighs, opening me up for him.
“What a gorgeous fucking pussy,” he praised, and I blushed clear to the roots of my hair and beyond. “Repeat it, Angel.”
“I have a gorgeous…” I trailed off.
“Say. It.” he commanded, his fingers gripping my thighs tightly, adding the sweetest bit of pain imaginable.
“I have a gorgeous pussy,” I gasped out, my back arching.
“Word for word,” he pushed, his hands moving higher, opening my lower lips for his perusal.
