Page 44 of Ezekiel
“Such beautiful submission, pretty little thing,” I whispered, knowing full well she could not hear me. It was freeing to speak without worry of what she might think.
I opened the scissors, carefully sliding the blade underneath the apex of her bra, where the cups met, and tugged, pulling the material tight against her skin. She arched into the sensation, and I pulled harder. I wanted that pull. I wanted the material to dig into her skin and hurt just a tiny bit. Her breathing came in pants. Glorious, delicious pants.
I closed the scissors, cutting the fabric from her skin as I held her there, her pulse thrumming under the tips of my fingers as they pressed in tight. I could see the way her eyes fluttered behind her lids, that exquisite rush invading her senses. Good. I wanted her off-kilter; pliant under my touch. I wanted to claim her. Own her. Possess her in the most intimate and visceral of ways.
My thumb rubbed over that pulse point, feeling her life force thumping just below the surface, under my touch, under my control.
“Mine,”I growled, low as I closed the scissors, her bra snapping in two and falling away from her breasts. I had expected her to gasp. I had expected her to open her eyes. But the goddess before me did not. She tilted her head back with a groan of pure, seductive lust and reveled in the way I cut the fucking clothing from her body.
“You like that, pretty little slut? You like when I tear the clothing from your body?” I teased her. She couldn’t hear me, but something told me she could feel my words, so I spoke them anyway. I trailed the tip of the scissors down her stomach, chuckling darkly at the way her muscles contracted, quivering beneath the cold metal.
I moved them straight between her legs, letting the metal run over the gusset of her panties, right along her wet slit. I could see the way she had soaked them through from here.
“What a needy little cunt,” I murmured to myself. I slid the metal underneath the material, pulling it from her body and sliding my hand around the moistened gusset. I gripped there, feeling her slick pussy juice coat the palm of my hand, and pulled. Hard. I pulled as she gasped, groaned, and arched into the sharpness of the material pulled roughly against her skin.
I pulled. And pulled. And pulled until the material ripped. The sound echoed in the eerily silent room, only making my fever for her grow. Her panties ripped in my hands, pulling against her soft skin until it left red marks before finally snapping, ripping into pieces that fell in tatters to the floor.
“Sir,” she breathed, and fuck it all if that didn’t make my cock-head weep with want for her.
“Yes, pet?” I toyed with my words, placing an opened mouthed kiss along her neck as I did, letting her feel my fucking words, my breath panting against her smooth skin.
“Please,” she groaned so gutturally, so full of want that I could barely think straight. The room spun with the force of my desire for her.
Focus, Zeke. Focus.I had a plan, and I needed to execute it. My eyes roved over her naked form, wanting nothing more than to feast on her. I pulled her to me by the hand around her throat, stealing her breath with a kiss. God, she tasted sweet.
“Such a gorgeous body to explore, to tease, to torture,” I groaned to myself. I tossed the scissors back onto the coffee table with a clatter. Releasing her throat, I walked in a slow circle around her. Her bra hung off of her arms, which were still poised behind her head. The position jutted her breasts out, and I couldn’t help trailing my fingertips over one of the full curves. She arched into my touch, letting her nipple brush against my fingertips in passing. She sighed at the contact.
“My needy fucking slut,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her shoulder as I made my way around her, looking over her smooth back and perfectly pert ass. I let my nails graze up the back of her thighs and over that delicious curve, chuckling when she pushed her ass back into me. I kissed the top of the other shoulder, letting my teeth graze roughly against her skin.
“Sir,” she breathed out in a needy whimper. Fuck, I loved her like this. All needy and ready for my touch, for my kink, for me. I pulled my hand back, letting it come down over the bottom curve of her ass in a sharp slap of a spank. She jumped, making a littleeepof a noise that had me chuckling. Still, she did not break her position.
“Good fucking girl,” I praised. She was a fast learner. A fucking fast learner.
Making my way back to her front, I grasped a nipple in each hand, pinching them hard until she gasped and then pulled. I pulled until she arched into me, waiting for the wince on her face I knew would come shortly. She did not disappoint.
“Take that pain, sweet thing. Take it,” I murmured. It didn’t matter that she could not hear me. I could not have stopped the words from falling from my mouth if I had tried. It was too good, too easy with her. As soon as that wince came, I twisted, intensifying the pain. She rose on her tiptoes, which was fucking delightful. I released her nipples a moment later as soon as she started panting. I wanted her on that edge. That sweet edge of pain and pleasure.
My fingers dipped low, sliding between her sopping wet folds, the sounds of her sweet juices only making me harden further. I found the nub of her clit, circling it in quick little flicks. Her pants of pain quickly turned to moans of needy pleasure, her hips rocking into my hand. Sweet, sweet, torturous bliss. I pulled my hand away, slapping her dripping folds once, twice, three times in quick succession.
She was teetering, confused between the pleasure and the pain. Exactly how I wanted her to be. I tapped her shoulder, letting her know it was time to open those pretty eyes of hers. They fluttered open, their sea-glass depths adjusting to the light and focusing on me fully.
I mouthed, “Good girl,” throwing her a smirk. She blossomed under the praise as she read my lips. What a good little slut. I gave her the signal foreyesagain, waiting until she fixated on my gaze before I moved. I leaned down, knowing her eyes were on me as I took one pert nipple into my mouth, nipping it as she gasped and trembled beneath the sharp sensation.
“Sir, oh God!” she gasped, arching into my touch. “Please. More, please!” She begged so fucking prettily. I tapped the inside of her thighs as I looked up into her eyes, making sure her gaze was still on me. Her wide-eyed expression of shock and pleasure made me groan around her nipple. I sucked the tender flesh into my mouth, licking and flicking the tip with my tongue. My fingers found her folds again, sliding just the tip of one finger into her warm channel, her juices sliding copiously down my finger as I tickled and tormented her opening. Her hips thrust, wanting me to go further, but I denied her. She could wait. She would wait. This was my game.
I stood again, her eyes still on me, and I gave her the signal to kneel.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied breathlessly, taking a moment to get her bearings before she lowered, seemingly effortlessly, to the floor before me. Her knees parted as she situated herself, opening that delicious cunt for me. Open pussy, breasts thrust out, back straight — fuck me sideways, what a sight to behold!
I circled her kneeling form, checking her posture. Pressing a finger to the middle of her upper back, making her arch that much more for me. Another tap to the top of her head had her lowering her gaze. Exactly what I had wanted. She followed my non-verbal clues with ease.
As I circled back to her, I picked up the carabiner of key chains and slipped it into her hand. I lowered myself, crouching down before her and lifting her chin until she found my gaze again. I gave her anoksymbol, making sure all was well.
“Yes, Sir. I am okay, and know my safewords,” she responded dutifully with a smile. I gave her a smile in return, letting her know she had pleased me. Unbuckling my belt, I noted the way her eyes widened almost comically as thoughts surely raced through her head. No, I would not be striking her with the belt, but I loved the way her eyes looked at the mere inkling of that idea. I tossed the belt off to the side. My pants were next as I quickly divested myself of the stiff denim. My cock was aching, pressing against the fly of my jeans so hard I was sure I had a clear imprint of a zipper along the underside of my cock. As soon as my shaft came into view, the purple head swollen and leaking from its tip, the little minx licked her lips.
“Oh, you have no idea, you little vixen,” I teased aloud. I watched as she tried to read my lips, but was unable. Mostly because she kept stealing glances at my weeping cock. I got her attention again, giving her the signal foreyes.When her eyes met mine, I put the tip of my finger on my chin and pulled down, indicating for her to open that sweet little mouth of hers.
Instantly she obeyed, and fuck, it was hot. I pointed to my tongue, showing her I wanted her tongue out as well. Without a single thought, she obeyed. Such a sweet little submissive slut.
