Page 50 of Ezekiel
“That’s a tough question. On the one hand, you’ve opened my eyes to a whole new world of things. From your art work to kink, I feel like you’ve shown me this new and exciting world I never knew existed. You mentioned having your own showing at a gallery and I cannot stop thinking about what life in a city like that would be like,” I explained.
“And on the other hand?” he urged. His gaze was intense, holding me captive to the conversation.
“On the other hand, this place is safe. It provides us with the protection we need from the evils of the outside world. We were all brought here by God’s grace and it is our duty as Christians to serve the Lord. That’s the part I struggle with most,” I explained with a heavy sigh.
“How so?”
“I just mean, at what point is it too much? I don’t want to stop the things we do. Not by a long shot. But I could never imagine going to a place like Abditory. It would be against God’s design for our lives.” I watched as something shifted within him, his expression hardening like a mask was being placed over his face. “Let me be clear,” I quickly rectified. “I hold no judgment towards you or your brothers for your decisions, Zeke. Truly. But I don’t feel comfortable walking that edge between sin and serving the Lord. The Lord and His plan will always come first. But as your wife, what we do in the privacy of our own marital bed is ours. I believe there is nothing wrong with what we do together.”
That mask stayed in place over his face. He was guarded now. While I didn’t like it one bit, I could not for the life of me figure out what I had said wrong.
“Have I said something wrong?” I asked, worried. Instantly, a smile graced his face, though it didn’t meet his eyes.
“Not in the slightest. I asked a question, only wanting an honest answer. Which you gave. Thank you.” He pulled me closer, enveloping me in his embrace. The water was quickly cooling around us. “Let’s get dried off and into bed.”
The words came with a heavy sigh of resignation. There was something there, and I just could not put my finger on it. He helped me from the tub, quickly grabbing towels for us both to dry off. Instead of drying himself off, he simply wrapped the terrycloth around his waist and brought the other towel to my skin, drying me with a gentleness and level of care that made my chest seize up with emotion.
We dressed for bed in relative silence, his hands still finding every reason to touch me. A small touch at my lower back. A brush of his hand over my wrist. As I settled into the soft sheets of our bed, crawling into his arms, I found my mind racing with thoughts. Partially about the awkward way we had left the bath, but also about the scene that had preceded it.
“How are you?” he asked quietly. His fingers found my chin, tilting my head until our eyes met. I could see the concern etched in his golden-hazel gaze.
“A little…” I trailed off, trying to decide what words best fit the emotions I was currently feeling.
“A little what?” he urged, wrapping an arm around me, his touch providing me comfort.
“A little overwhelmed, I guess,” I answered with a huff of breath. “Not being able to hear was much more difficult than I had expected. The music playing in my ears calmed me, offered me some comfort. Honestly, it could have lulled me to sleep had we not been engaging in such activities. But, for as soothing as that music was, everything outside of my hearing felt sharpened. Every one of my other senses hyper-fixated on you to the point that I felt like I would burst at any moment, so great was my need for you,” I admitted, feeling the blush rise to my cheekbones.
“Tell me more.” His voice was kind, calm, which only served to further soothe the feeling of overwhelming that was roiling in my belly.
“Every touch seemed heightened. Everything was sharper, more poignant, and hit deeper. Yet, my focus on you stayed so sharp, it was like a laser. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I felt like nothing else in the world existed outside of you and me and that moment together,” I recalled with fervor. The passion this man evoked within me burned so brightly, I feared it would consume me if I was not careful. Then again, perhaps that would not be the worst way to go.
“Seeing you like that, coming alive under my control, nearly vibrating with every touch… Talia, it electrified me. It set something within me right that had felt askew for far too long.” His admission only stoked the flames of my need for him higher. But it wasn’t just a sexual need for him, though that was blazing into a maelstrom right now. There was a need to know him, to understand him, that had begun and I could not push it aside.
“I just can’t believe this whole world exists, and I had no idea. I feel like I could never go back, now that I know it can be like this,” I responded with a sigh. Without a word, he moved me down the bed until my head lay in his lap, his fingers winding and weaving through the strands of my still damp hair. His fingertips moved over my scalp, massaging away any worries that still lingered in the back of my mind.
Soon, my eyes closed of their own accord and sleep threatened to take me off into dreamland. I rested there in his lap, calm and sated until he, too, was yawning.
“We should sleep,” I spoke through my yawn of exhaustion.
“Then come back up here and let me hold you,” he chuckled, patting my pillow beside him.
“Very cuddly tonight, aren’t we?” I teased half-heartedly. In truth, I loved he was cuddly after a scene. It made me feel secure and safe in his presence. And something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Aftercare is important,” he murmured as I wriggled around until the pillow was in just the right position.
“I feel very cared for,” I responded with a smile stretching wide across my face.
“It’s for me, too, though.” That surprised me. I waited quietly as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against him, his breath fanning out against the back of my neck where my damp hair lay plastered against my skin. “Being close to you, caring for you in this way, helps me.”
“How so?” I asked quietly.
“It assuages the guilt that can rise up in a Dominant after a scene.” His breath tickled the back of my neck, making me squirm.
“Why would you feel guilt?” I asked, surprised at his answer.
“Oh, like it’s so shocking, MissDo You Worship Satan?” he chuckled, his fingers tickling along my ribcage. I erupted into sleepy giggles, trying to squirm away from him. His arm locked firmly into place around my waist. I could not go anywhere.
“I suppose that’s true,” I panted out breathlessly. His fingers had ceased their momentary torment, and I snuggled deeper into him, pondering his words. “So Doms like to be taken care of, too.”
