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“That doesn’t matter. He was in charge. And that takes a toll on a Dom. Cut him some slack, but hold your ground. Talk to him. Tell him what you told us. Tell him everything,” Delilah encouraged.
“But do so with respect. That’s the key to communicating as a submissive. Just be respectful. After our upbringing here in Zion, the land of the fuckwit culty folks, if there is one thing us women know, it’s how to speak with respect,” Ruth reminded with a grin.
“Amen to sky daddy on that one!” Delilah heartily agreed.
“Sky daddy?” I questioned with a chuckle.
“Get used to it. It’s not going anywhere,” she smirked with a wink.
“Trust me, between her and Ollie, it’s really not,” Ruth deadpanned.
The two of them had made me feel seen and heard, and their visit had been exactly what I needed. We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing what it was like to be married to a Temple brother. The ins and outs and upside-downs. They were as similar as they were different. In the end, I felt a hope I had not felt all week. I may have a million burning questions about my biological family, my fake-adopted family, and this fucked up place I called home, but I realized something else. My family may be a complete clusterfuck at the moment, but these people were my found family. The family I chose.
As the evening sky turned from brilliant blues to deep pinks and purples, Delilah and Ruth bid their goodbyes.
“Call us anytime. We are here,” Delilah reminded me with a hug. I was so glad that my friend had become my sister. I needed her in this mess, and she had never let me down.
“And go talk to your husband. It’s the only way to make things feel better. And there is a rough road ahead, Talia. You need all the good and joy and happiness you can get,” Ruth gently reminded, taking her opportunity to hug me as well.
“I don’t know what I would do without both of you here with me. Honestly, thank you,” I said through the shimmer of tears that threatened to spill over.
“Always,” they both spoke in simultaneous agreement. I saw them out, closing and locking the door behind them with a burst of confidence that the two women had bolstered within me.
It was time to bite the bullet and talk with my husband.
CHAPTER20
EZEKIEL
I had no idea what I had walked in on a while ago, but those women were something else. One minute I was working on my latest painting — a gift for Talia — and the next I hear my siren of a wife making sex noises and begging to cum. My head had turned so fast I heard something click out of place. Whatever they had been discussing had them in a fit of giggles.
As confused as I was, it did me a world of good to see that kind of light and joy in Talia’s eyes. Her face had been lit up and she was happier than I had seen her all week. I didn’t care what the hell they got up to, so long as it made Talia that happy.
I heard Talia’s footsteps before she reached my study. Delilah and Ruth must have gone home. Glancing at the clock, it made sense. It was about dinner time, and the sun was setting beautifully in the sky outside of my window.
“Did you have a good time?” I asked, putting the drop cloth down over the canvas just as she walked into the room. I wasn’t ready for her to see the painting just yet. It wasn’t quite done.
“Zeke, I think we need to talk.” Her words stopped me short as I turned to look at her.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, my concern instantly overpowering any other emotion I was feeling.
“Can we just… I mean…” she stumbled through her words, gesturing to the chairs beside me.
“Yeah, um. Sure,” I muttered in response. Where was the giggling, smiling woman I had seen just a short while ago? She sat in one chair, and I took my place in the opposite one. This didn’t seem good. “What’s going on, angel?”
I watched as her face looked at me with some emotion I couldn’t place. As quickly as it had appeared, it flashed away. She stood up, choosing to pace the room instead of sitting beside me. I eyed the easel there beside her. My fingers twitched reflexively as I chided myself for not moving it. I didn’t want the drop cloth falling and ruining the surprise I had in store for her.
“I don’t know how to do this,” she sputtered as she paced, her agitation clear in every step.
“Do what?” I asked, my anxiety growing by the second.
“This,” she repeated, gesturing between the two of us.
“Us?” I asked, flabbergasted. There was an issue with us? Where had that come from? Though it wasn’t hard to fathom with all she had been through that she would have issues. After all, I did basically force her to stay here after her flashback. I mean, could I expect less after she discovered she had been fucking kidnapped and adopted into a goddamn cult? Of course, she would have an issue with us. I was keeping her in her own personal prison. I was no better than —
“Zeke!” she yelled.
“Huh? What?” I muttered, my eyes focusing back on her in the here and now.
