Page 60 of Ezekiel
“Let me make myself perfectly clear, Talia,” I said more firmly. “If you are willing and enthusiastically consenting, I would love nothing more than to ravage your incredible body and stimulate your mind every single fucking day for as long as we can.”
She gulped audibly, her eyes going wide in surprise.
“Your body is incredible, yes. But your reactions and the way you respond to me is positively sinful. I am addicted to it.” The timbre of my voice had gone deep and dark, the memories of the play we had already engaged in flipping through my mind like a movie. I groaned at the thought of her body arching below me as I urged her further into the heights of pleasure, heights we had yet to even discover together. Fuck, I wanted her.
“You want to play with me again?” she asked, her teeth worrying that plump lower lip. The look in her eyes had shifted to one of exquisite submission.
“If you keep looking at me like that, love, I will have to pull you to the floor right here and show you just how loud you can scream in pleasure without a single soul hearing,” I promised darkly.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering up into her head. Every time this woman cursed, it was like a lightning bolt of pleasure shot straight to my cock. I hardened beneath the fly of my jeans, making me shift in my seat.
“Say it again,” I urged her, my voice barely a whisper of a command. Her eyes lifted to mine, the sheer wanton desire etched there taking my breath away and making the tip of my cock leak with anticipation. Christ, it was ridiculous how quickly I could flip from concern and worry to unadulterated need for this woman. All with one look from her.
That look.
That look right there.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me what you want,” I urged her further, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb rubbing along the line of her swollen lower lip that she had worried into reddened fullness.
“I don’t know what to say,” she murmured, her voice growing husky with untapped desire.
“Yes you do,” I urged. “Use those words, Angel.”
“I want you,” she admitted, that blush spreading down her face towards her neck.
“You want me to what?” I pushed her further, my eyes lowering, following the line of that pretty blush, down her neck and to the hint of cleavage that made me want to bury my face in her soft curves and making her scream.
“Make me lose myself again. I want to fall into that place that only you have shown me. I want to submit.”
Her words floored me, stunned me and pushed me to claim her in a way I had never claimed another soul before. I wanted her. I wanted her body and her play, but beyond that, I wanted to claim her. I wanted to see my collar decorate that pretty throat. I wanted to see her kneel for me and accept me fully, as her Dominant and her partner.
I had never wanted that before, but this woman brought out something in me I had never experienced.
“Does my angel want to play?” I teased her, my thumb pulling her lower lip down until she opened her mouth for me, her eyes looking up at me through her thick lashes. She nodded, allowing me to continue manipulating her mouth. I squeezed her chin in my hand just a touch forcefully, grabbing her attention further.
“Words, angel. Use them,” I commanded.
“Yes, Sir. I want to play,” she admitted with zero hesitation.
“That pleases me more than I can say.” I glanced at the clock, noting that it was near dinner time. “Here is what I want us to do. Let’s go cook dinner together and enjoy a meal. Just as Zeke and Talia. When we finish, I want you to take twenty minutes and prepare yourself. Get yourself ready for me. And then we will begin your next lesson. We will focus on taste. I want to push you this time, Talia,” I explained to her. “I want you to lose control with me. Give me that control and allow me to guide you through even more pleasure.”
“Yes, Sir,” she stated, unable to keep the smirk from her lips. Yes, my little angel definitely wanted to play.
“Now, let’s go cook,” I said with a smile, tapping her cheek with my hand in a playful gesture. She nodded and immediately we made our way to the kitchen, thoughts of our upcoming play flooding my mind. So many choices, so little time.
Dinner was a quick affair, both of us struggling to keep our headspace firmly in Talia and Zeke versus angel and Sir. Each bite she took had me thinking about her lips wrapped around my cock. The way her lips wrapped around her fork, the way her eyes would lower and her cheeks would flush with desire, told me she was having similar thoughts.
Christ, how I wanted her.
Finally, we finished dinner, and the dishes were all cleaned and put away.
“Alright, angel. Are you ready?” I asked her, turning to face her there in our kitchen.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered without hesitation, a smile playing at her lips.
“Good girl. Go get yourself ready. I am setting a timer for twenty minutes. When that time is up, I expect to see you back here. I want you to stand feet shoulder-width apart beside the table, hands clasped behind your back and eyes lowered. Do you have any questions?” My eyes could not keep themselves from roving over her body, picturing her naked and prepared for me, ready for me to tease her and push her to complete and chaotic pleasure.
