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As I laid there in his arms, curled up with my back against his chest, he spoke.
“Thank you.” He spoke the words in a mere whisper against the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as his warm breath puffed against my skin. Emotion laced his voice again, and he pulled me tightly to him.
This was it. This was love.
I loved this man.
And nothing would change that.
Not now. Not ever.
CHAPTER15
EZEKIEL
She was incredible. The way she had taken everything I had thrown at her, not just in kink but in the plan and this place, and everything. It was astounding. And the way she had let go the night before and was on the verge of an emotional break — Christ, it was beautiful to watch. Then she just took my father in stride and was just there for me. It took my breath away in a way I had never expected, let alone dreamed of. She floored me, surprised me at every turn.
When it had all clicked for her, why I wanted to leave, I couldn’t help but think that maybe it would lead her to leave with me. I had quickly stowed that thought away. Getting my hopes up wouldn’t do me any good. I didn’t want to dwell on the fact that as each day passed; I wanted her to stay with me more and more. The feeling only grew.
The way she had just gone into headspace and the way she let me care for her afterwards had been utter bliss. But it scared me, all at the same time. I had never let myself go that deep into kink before. All of my encounters, even those with Miss M, had been on the surface. The scenes were intense, just like I liked them, but they were not emotional. With Talia, it was pure emotion. So much of it that I could barely think straight. The feelings just bubbled up within me, refusing any effort to control them or push them down, no matter how hard I tried.
I cared for this woman. I — well, I more than cared for her. What that emotion was exactly, I wasn’t willing to think about. I was going to leave. With or without her. No matter how hard that would be. And when that day came, I would leave without hesitation. I just prayed — to a God I did not believe in — that she would come with me.
“Zeke, do you want something simple for dinner tonight or something more advanced?” Talia’s question roused me from my musings. She was in the kitchen bustling about while I sat in my study, pretending to work. Father and Reverend Jacob had me working on financials for the church. I had things I could work on, but I hadn’t been able to focus since I had come home this evening. All my thoughts centered on that woman in my kitchen. Our kitchen.
“How can a meal be advanced, exactly?” I teased her as I made my way into the kitchen to join her.
“Well, you know what I mean. Simple like sandwiches, or advanced like a meatloaf or something,” she replied with a shrug. I leaned against the wall, just watching her as she pilfered through the cupboards in search of culinary inspiration.
“Simple, I think,” I mused, a smirk playing at my lips as I watched her round ass jiggle as she reached up into a cabinet for a jar.
“Sandwiches it is, then,” she tossed back, turning to look at me with a smile.
“Just make sure to make yourself two glasses of water with dinner,” I replied with a devilish glance.
“Why would I do that?” she questioned, one of her eyebrows raising in confusion.
“Because you’ll need to stay hydrated for what I have planned for you this evening.” The look on her face, going from confusion to shock to understanding in rapid succession, would have made me laugh, had my thoughts not centered entirely on just what those plans were. I had plans for my kinky little angel that would have her screaming my name in no time. She would need lots of hydration. Most definitely.
“What exactly do you have planned?” she asked with an audible gulp.
“Pure and delightful torture, my dear,” I promised, pushing off the wall to help her assemble sandwiches. “Let’s get dinner going. My plans must begin in exactly one hour. Chop, chop.”
We assembled dinner in no time and ate in only minutes. It was comical to watch her chug both waters quickly, finishing her sandwich in record time. Her anticipation of the scenes I prepared for us was just magnificent. Tonight would be the last of my five lesson plan on senses. Tonight, we would explore touch. My favorite of all the senses. Granted, all of our scenes involved a heavy amount of touch, but tonight I would show her something completely different. Something I knew would surprise her. And for that reason, we needed to talk.
“Tonight, as you know, we will explore touch,” I began as we sat at the table.
“I think we are quite good at touch, Zeke,” she teased, but her eyes lowered and her blush bloomed over her face, already sinking just a little into her submission. Beautiful.
“That may be true, but tonight we are going to be exploring a version of touch we have not explored yet,” I continued, throwing her a look.
“I’m all ears, Sir.” The way she saidSirhad just the slightest bit of sass. I wanted to spank that sweet ass for it, though it would have been nothing but playfulness. Plus, my plans would be far more fun. She wasn’t the only one anticipating tonight’s events.
“Tonight, I want to highlight one particular thing. Temperature.” I watched as confusion clouded her face, and then it hit her. She lit up with understanding.
“Are you going to dunk me in a tub of ice water, Ezekiel Temple?” she accused me, her eyes narrowing at me until there was this cute little furrow in her brow. I laughed out loud, a guffaw of a sound that echoed in the room.
“No, though that does give me ideas,” I teased. She leaned over the table and smacked my arm playfully.
