Page 66 of Ezekiel
My breaths came quickly as I felt panic and joy and happiness and fear all invade my body, unable to be controlled, unwilling to be tamed. I looked around the room, my eyes unable to focus on any one particular thing.
“I’m right here, love.” His voice soothed me, brought me back to him.
Him.
My Sir.
For my Sir.
The words repeated in my head, slowing my heart rate infinitesimally. But it wasn’t enough. It was like I wasn’t in my own body, and yet I could not escape my body.
And then there he was. His arms wrapped around me. I flung myself around his powerful body, clinging to him like he was the buoy in the storm, saving me from drowning.
In a way, he was. That’s what this felt like. Drowning. And floating. And flying. All wrapped up in one crazy, chaotic feeling.
“I have you. I have you, Angel,” his words pressed against my forehead as he peppered kisses over my face. Gone was the brutal, demanding Dominant that I had encountered downstairs. In his place was this Dominant. The same man, yet completely different. He was sweet, caring, loving, and so much more. He was everything.Myeverything.
He guided me to the shower, whispering sweet nothings to me with every step, though I heard not a one of them. I felt the cool tiles of the shower against my bare feet, the steam warm against my skin as he led me into the hot spray of water.
I gasped out, my breaths still coming in short, staccato pants as my emotions tumbled and jumbled around inside my body, trying to find any way to get out. My tears mixed with the water as it sluiced over my body, wetting my hair and skin and warming me.
When did I get cold?
Was I always cold?
Had I just not realized it during our scene?
The soft feel of the loofah moving suds over my body pulled my focus. And then the emotions tumbled again, throwing me like a storm against myself. My hands fisted at my sides.
What was wrong with me?
“Eyes right here, angel.” His voice was firm now, yet still gentle and loving. My eyes lifted to his and suddenly there it was. An anchor. “Breathe.” His command grounded me. I matched my breathing to his.
Inhale, two, three, four. Exhale, two, three, four.
Inhale, two, three, four. Exhale, two, three, four.
Slowly, the emotions began to wane, no longer tossing and turning inside of me, but now more like gentle waves. Still keeping me adrift, but I had Zeke to anchor me. I had Sir. I had my husband.
Mine.
Not caring a lick about his washing off my body, I pulled him to me, straight under the spray, my arms wrapping around his neck and holding him close. Our hearts pounded together, our chests pressed to one another as we created our own rhythm, our own music there in the safety of the steamy shower.
“Sir,” I breathed out against the crook of his shoulder.
“My sweet, sweet angel. Mine.” His voice lulled me, soothed me and kept me safe. His hand dropped the loofah, clinging to me just as I clung to him. Our bodies, slick with water, sweat, and the sweet, sticky residue of the foods we had licked from one another, slipped and slid against one another. I didn’t care. I just needed him.
“I’m right here,” he cooed gently. His fingers twined through my wet hair, holding me to him and keeping us pressed together. His lips pressed against my temple. I could feel the smile on his lips, making me smile in return.
“Are you pleased with me, Sir?” I asked, my voice shaky, though I didn’t know why. His chest rumbled against me as he chuckled into my hair, holding my head pressed against his shoulder.
“Beyond pleased, my Angel. My beautiful girl.” His words were like a soothing balm on what felt like my battered soul. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Tears continued to stream down my face as he pulled away, his eyes searching mine. His hand cupped my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. “You are so beyond pleasing to me. That scene was incredible.”
The smile that lit up his face grounded me further.
He picked the loofah back up, washing my body slowly, then following with my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp, and the water rinsed away more than just the suds. It washed away the feeling of panic, the feeling of fear and struggle until I felt only peace.
I washed him in return. Slowly and lovingly, paying homage to every inch of his body. I pressed kisses along his skin, gently and reverently. This wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t even sensual. This was something else.
