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“How did it feel to be tossed around, pressed into the dirty ground as I touched your body?” he murmured. I did not miss the way his tone had taken on that husky timbre, low and rich and full of such sensuality. It spoke to the darkest parts of me.
“It felt sinful in the most unexplainable way possible,” I gasped as his fingers pinched around my nipple.
“How did it feel to have my hands touching you roughly, holding you down, pulling you to me with every thrust of my body?” I could feel him behind me, growing erect once more as he slowly ground his length into the small of my back.
“It felt like heaven,” I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I rode the wave of sensuality, caught deftly in the web of suggestion and titillation he spun.
“How did it feel to be touched in a way that left bruises and marks on your skin? Didn’t it hurt?” he toyed, his fingers touching over points on my body as my eyes opened once more. My eyes followed the trek of his touch, noting the reddened marks and light bruising that had begun here and there across the expanse of my olive skin.
“You marked me,” I whispered, half worried and half awestruck.
“Did it hurt?” he asked carefully, his breath fanning out against the sensitive curls and swirls of my ear. I thought for only a moment before whispering my response.
“No,” I breathed, feeling so many emotions rush to the surface of my being, all at once. It hadn’t hurt.
“Tell me how it felt, then,” he urged, spurring me to speak my truth, just as he had.
“It was incredible. It… it’s almost like it made it better,” I whispered, frantically searching for words to express the emotions that assaulted every nerve and space of my being.
“Keep going,” he encouraged softly, his lips pressing lightly against the skin just behind my ear, where the tresses of my hair curled wildly in the moist humidity of the bath.
“It heightened every touch, every feeling. It had me feeling… I don’t know the word…” I stumbled through my frantic thoughts.
“Try,” he urged, holding me closer to him as his fingers played lightly against my skin.
“It felt like I was one with nature itself. Like I was an earthly thing, bringing out all of my dark natures and making me one with the world around me. It was like the rain and the trees and the moon and the grass all were a part of it. Like I could feel and be felt, truly seen for the first time,” I whispered out in quick, jumbled breaths, excitement and awe pooling in my belly.
I felt his sharp intake of breath, the way it shuddered as he exhaled slowly. His grip tightened around me, pulling me even closer as I spoke.
“Pleasurable spanking or impact is much the same. It may seem painful, but that pain, when done in the proper way with consenting parties, can heighten pleasure in unimaginable ways,” he explained. His voice was a low rumble, pleasure tinging every word he spoke.
“How did you learn about all of this?” I asked quietly, running my fingers along his forearms. As sensual and titillating as the conversation was, somehow we both knew that this wasn’t about sex. This was not the time for another round of lovemaking, or whatever we wanted to call it. This was something entirely different.
It was intimacy, and I found myself craving it ten times more than I craved the sex we engaged in.
“I learned through the community I told you about,” he began, but I quickly interjected.
“Yes, but how did you get involved with them? Oh Lord, please tell me that’s not a community here in Zion,” I gasped. His chest bounced me lightly as he guffawed at my words.
“No, it’s the furthest thing from things here in Zion. Here, men take women as slaves, for lack of a better term. There is no respect, no consent, and it’s barbaric. What I take pleasure inhasto be consented to by all parties, otherwise it’s just not worth it. I don’t know if I’m making any sense here,” he puttered off, at a loss for words.
“It’s making far more sense than you might imagine,” I answered honestly, hoping to ease his concern.
“Really?” he asked somewhat sarcastically. I knew he didn’t believe me. Why would he?
“Really. Malachi, I’m not your average girl here in Zion, but you don’t know that about me yet. That was my whole point in asking you to open up to me. I’ve hated it since I was a child, this incessant need to make all of us here the same. Like we are all little Zion robots, marching to the same orders and thinking the same thing, all the dang time,” I huffed in exasperation.
“I understand that more than you could possibly know, Eden,” he chuckled lightly, kissing the back of my shoulder lightly. I could feel the faint smile of his lips against my skin and it brought me comfort. This was the start of something. And while there were more questions left unanswered than he had answered, it was a start.
CHAPTER9
MALACHI
I lay in bed, propped up on my elbow, as I watched my sleeping wife. I had done it. The thing I was most afraid of. I had taken Zeke’s advice and just been honest with her. Fuck me, it had felt good. Better than I could have ever imagined. There was still that trepidation, that underlying fear that lay just at the edge of reality for me, plaguing me and reminding me of the risks that were at play here. At any second, this whole thing could come crashing down, in many different ways.
Eden could change her mind, tell someone in Zion, and ruin everything.
The Reverend or one of the Elders could discover our plan and ruin everything.
