Page 75 of Ezekiel
“I need you,” I readily agreed.
“No, I need…” he began, his hands gripping me tighter. “I need to scene. I need you under my touch, under my control,” he explained. His words resonated with me, and I nodded with understanding. Working with his father, after what had happened… I could only imagine how out-of-control Zeke felt. He needed to feel power over something. And that something was me.
“Tell me. What do you want to do, Sir?” I was purposeful with my words. His eyes narrowed, and I swore they darkened as the honorific slipped from my lips.
“Everything. I want it all. It is time to combine your last five lessons into one. I want to take all your senses, Talia. I need it. But only if you accept. I need you to want it just as bad.” His words, rough and demanding as they were, pleaded with me, willing me to understand the depth of his need. Both his need to dominate me and his need to make sure that this was a mutual decision.
“Do you doubt my need for you, Zeke? Let me show you. Let me show you just how badly this angel needs her Sir,” I all but purred, taking his hand and bringing it to my sopping wet sex. His fingers pressed through my folds, feeling the dripping, sweet need I had for him.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, sliding his fingers into my cunt as he leaned forward, taking my lips again.
The kiss only lasted a moment before he pulled away again.
“You. And me. Scene. Now,” he panted out breathlessly. My breathing matched his as I nodded my head in agreement.
“Where?” I asked him, needing to know where he expected me to present myself to him.
“The table.” He ordered, the command punctuated by his hand slapping the polished wood that I had become intimately familiar with over the last week. That unyielding tone pushed me to obedience, rendering me unable to do anything but submit to his dominance with every fiber of my being. His tongue licked his lower lip, his eyes roving over me with insatiable hunger. Like a lion stalking its prey. Fuck, I wanted to be his prey. I wanted him to feast on me, to tear me apart and put me back together. I was ready. He was ready.
“Five minutes,” I spoke quickly, jumping down from the counter and running to the bedroom to prepare. His footsteps thundered behind me as he followed. I sped to the bathroom, wanting to clean up just a touch. He darted into the closet, towards his kit, no doubt. I heard him shuffle in the closet as I prepared myself, cleaning myself up and glancing at myself in the mirror.
I did not know what he had planned for tonight, but I honestly didn’t care. I trusted him. The notion that I could put that level of trust — with this kind of thing — in a man I had only truly met just over a week ago floored me to my very core. I couldn’t keep the smile from tugging at my lips.
I knew why.
I loved him.
I loved my husband. Ezekiel Temple. The man had crashed into my life like a freight train and had changed me irrevocably. Even though I had no idea what I would do when he and his brothers left this place, it was enough for now. For this time and this place we had built together, I would be happy. I would give myself to him. Every ounce of myself, without pause and without hesitation.
I would give him my love. For as long as he was here to want it.
I ran down the stairs stark naked as fast as my feet would carry me, thanking God that I didn’t tumble down them in a heap of uncoordinated ridiculousness. I skittered to a halt next to the table. He was already standing there, in nothing but his jeans, bare-footed, next to the table. He had unbuttoned his fly, the material open against his erection, begging me to say fuck the plan and fall to my knees before him. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted him inside of me. The very depths of my soul called to be joined to him, never to be pulled apart again.
But tonight was not about what I wanted.
No, because deep down, what I wanted most — what webothwanted most — was for me to submit to my Dominant’s will. To give myself to him fully and freely. Tonight I would do just that, more so than ever before.
“Present yourself to me, angel.” His words were firm, commanding, and they spoke to the deepest part of me.
Normally, I would stand as he had taught me, but tonight felt different. Tonight needed to be different for both of us. Instead, I sank to my knees. I spread my thighs apart as I lowered, lifting my hands to the back of my head where I had pulled my hair back into a simple braid to keep it out of the way for whatever he had planned. My eyes lowered, focusing on the floor before me, just between where he stood and where I kneeled.
I needed him to see my submission; to feel it deeper and more strongly than ever before. Because it was there. And it was true.
“Fuck me, that is a sight to behold, angel.” His voice sent shivers down my spine. Down my spine and straight to my core. I worried for a split second that I was dripping onto the hardwood floor, making a mess. Perhaps he would make me lick it up.
Where hadthatthought come from?
I blushed at my own musings. When had I become so depraved and… well, kinky? More importantly, did I really care? No, I didn’t. I wanted him. I wanted to bend to every kinky, crazy thought in his head. More than ever before, I wanted him to lead me into the depths of his world of kink and find a new home there with him.
I could just barely see him kneel before me, my eyes still trained on the floor. His hand corrected my posture by the slightest bit before finding my drenched core.
“So wet for me, pet. So wet you’re positively dripping,” he spoke darkly, bringing his glistening fingers to my mouth. I barely saw them before he was wiping my wetness over my lips. “Lick.”
One word. One command. And my shameless obedience.
I licked the musky flavor from my lips, groaning for more, my mouth open, tongue out for whatever he gave me.
“Christ, you are a masterpiece,” he breathed sweet words of praise. “Up on the table for me, angel. Let me see you splayed out for me, ready for everything I have to give you.” His finger touched my chin, lifting my eyes to meet his. The desire I found in their hazel depths took my breath away. There was desire and something else. Something I wasn’t sure I had noticed before, and was completely unable to define.
