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“Really?” I was surprised. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought about it, but it was likely that of the five of us brothers, some of our wives would have been friends before our nuptials.
“Yes, really. She’s very easy to talk to. Just start there. Talk to her,” she suggested kindly.
“Talking isn’t easy for me,” I admitted begrudgingly.
“Well, you’re talking to me now, so I know it’s possible,” she teased. I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn’t see me.
“You’re different,” I tossed back.
“So is she. Give her a chance, Zeke. She might surprise you.” Feeling at least marginally better, we hung up, leaving me to sit with my thoughts. I wish it were as simple as Delilah made it seem. She probably just assumed I was awkward in social situations, and while that was true to a point, it wasn’t the real issue. It was so much bigger than that, so much more difficult.
I looked at my phone, pulling up my text messages from last night.
Miss M.
Texting her last night had calmed me down a little. Well, maybe calmed-me-down wasn’t the right way to word it. It had distracted me so that I could get out of my head a little bit.
She had been surprised to hear from me last night. She was a woman I had scened with several times over the last three years. We had a good understanding of one another. She didn’t know the truth about me, either, but she was understanding and accepted the way I needed things to be.
We had scened together only a week ago and I had told her that it would be our last. She had known it was coming, and why. Word had circulated through Abditory, the local dungeon, that the Temple brothers were getting married off, carted off for slaughter like pigs at an auction. Our parting had been a good one, full of well wishes and kind words. No judgment. That’s what I liked most about Miss M. She was perfectly content to just let things be as they were without much question.
As I read through our messages from last night, I felt guilt well up inside of me. I shouldn’t be texting Miss M while married to Talia. It felt wrong, yet I had done it. Every emotion swirling through me felt like a contradiction. I wanted to be faithful to my new wife. We may not stay married when this was all over, but it didn’t lessen the vows I had made to her.
I, like my brothers, had emotionally disconnected from the church years ago, but that didn’t change the fact that my word meant something. My vows meant something. The texts we had exchanged had been inappropriate at best. We had stayed up until nearly dawn reminiscing about scenes we had explored together over the years. I glanced through the texts again with a heavy sigh of longing. I wished I could get away. To scene again. To just clear my head for a minute.
- Remember that time I poured hot wax all over your body and made you into the most beautiful piece of artwork? - Sir Z
-I do. And then the way the wax cracked like crazy when you made me cum. Over and over. - Miss M
-It made quite a mess - Sir Z
-Yes… I did… - Miss M
I scrolled past a few more messages, drinking in the memories one last time.
-I have never felt anything like being fully immersed into a scene with my senses completely taken away. You have a gift, Sir Z - Miss M
-The gift was your submission, Miss M. You were an exquisite partner to play with and I enjoyed our time. Each and every time. - Sir Z
On and on the messages went.
-Your body was made for that kind of play - Sir Z
-I will particularly miss your abilities with a violet wand, Sir Z. There is something spectacular about the way you are able to wield such a tool and pull orgasms at the same time ;) - Miss M
-The exquisite part was the way you shattered, just shattered, under my torture - Sir Z.
-I will miss shattering for you - Miss M
I finished the last of the texts, committing them to memory. Then I deleted the entire thread of messages. It needed to be done, but good Lord was it bittersweet. Mostly bitter. Possibly all bitter.
But no more.
CHAPTER3
EZEKIEL
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I tried to decide on what to do with my day. There was no use in sulking about, dreaming of a life I could not have today.
