by Belvin, Love
Quickly, I was pulled to my feet with his guidance until I faced him, and that’s when I saw it.
My weary eyes bounced between the hoister, hook and the ceiling where I’d essentially be hanging from. I recalled seeing that my first time down here.
What the fuck is Ezra into?
I couldn’t formulate the question fast enough because within seconds I was attached to a hook, lifted in the air until my legs wrapped around his waist. My arms still pushed my breasts together and again they rubbed against the light hairs of his chest, infuriatingly teasing. His eyes were slanted and mouth open as he grabbed my hips and swiftly plunged into my core. I swear by anything holy, my hips bucked, sex squeezed and I was coming all around him after his second plunge into me.
“Christ, Alexis!” harrowed from his lungs as he began pounding into me, intensifying my float. “You have to control it!” he shouted, scolding me for not being able to curb my excitement again.
I couldn’t care at the moment. At this time I was invisible, padded by bliss. Nothing could interrupt the celestial float I was venturing. Not until I came down and was met with his wrath.
Ezra continued slamming into me. His plunges less controlled than usual and even though I was enveloped in ecstasy, a tendril of fear crept up my spine at the realization of him losing it. But fuck if that concept didn’t turn me on and I came again.
“Oh, kitten!” he croaked before his knees buckled and I could feel his cock growing even wider inside of me, his big hands clutching my spread hips.
His grunts were confirmation of Ezra releasing his hot potent seeds inside of me. And oh, my god, even that turned me the hell on! I was sick. I knew it. There was no question of it. I’d officially lost my ever loving mind for letting this man spank me, fuck me senseless, and then further delude me by climaxing inside of me.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Ezra quickly unclipped me from the hoister and carried my still quivering frame to the ottoman. I vaguely heard him mutter, “Stay still for a moment. I’ll be right back.”
I could hear his footsteps as he sauntered away. His absence gave me a moment to calm my body. I swear if this was a different scenario I would suspect Ezra of slipping me a damn mickey. My body wouldn’t come down, I could feel tingles from my orgasms and his impression inside and was still zinging with arousal at the same damn time.
This is crazy!
“You’re still floating,” I heard him rasp.
I was doing something; I heard myself purring like a crazy woman.
“I-I don’t know know— Uh!” I moaned when his fingers touched my sex.
“You’re still aroused after two orgasms,” he informed as his fingers rubbed against my gelled clit. “Two orgasms you didn’t ask permission for.” I heard the rebuke in his tenor. His fingers went around and around and around, and I grounded on his hands shamelessly. “Let’s see if you remember the protocol now.”
I found my ass in the air circling behind me. I’ll be damn if I didn’t feel an orgasm coming over me in no time at all.
“Ez-sir!” I cried out.
“Yes, kitten?”
“I’m about to…” I couldn’t speak.
My body began to vibrate. Until Ezra withdrew.
“Ugh!” I cried, frustrated.
“You have to ask permission to come, Alexis,” he reminded.
I nodded my head in understanding. “Yes, sir.”
Just touch me again!
His hand returned and his two fingers circled my nub heavily and quickly. I arrived to the edge rather quickly.
“Permission to come, sir!” I informed him right away. I wanted no delay.
“No, kitten. Hold it,” he commanded softly, but didn’t stop his movements.
My hips froze, more in confusion than anything else. I didn’t understand. Why couldn’t I do what my body was inclined to do? Then his other hand reached beneath me and began rubbing my nipple. That prompted my hips to move again. It felt so good. Ezra felt so damn good. But why did I feel like a lab rat? Why was he testing me?
When I was close again I stopped my movements.
“Permission to come, sir,” I asked less urgently than before.
“Control it, beloved. Use your mind to hold off. When you finally let go it will be explosive,” he groaned.
Even that turned me on. I whimpered, wanting to cry. What the fuck! I couldn’t move my arms or shoulders and my hands started to go numb. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, but I took the time to think hard. In the meantime, Ezra’s movements on my nipple increased to the same speed as the one on my clit.
“Just focus on how much you’re pleasing me, your Dom, who wants to make you feel incredible, kitten. Focus on making me happy and your reward will surely come.”
I felt the sweat sprouting from my core, the tremble of my spine. All of this because I was holding off on releasing. I turned my head, switching the sides of my face to lay on. My knees began to burn from me altering my weight on them.
I can’t do this!
My belly started fluttering and my groin was going to burst.
“Fuuuuuck!” I screamed. “Permission to come, sir!”
I was angry and desperate. Could no longer play this head game!
“Mouth, Alexis!” He pinched my nipple hard. And just when I thought I would die from the contradicting sensation, he thrummed it and I entered a new realm of bliss. There was no way I could control my body at this point. “Come, kitten!” he commanded.
I let go and was engulfed by the most aggressive orgasm. Shit! These things had different personalities. There were levels to them! I cried like a maniac feeling sensations at every corner of my body. I jerked so violently that I lost control of my right knee and collapsed on the ottoman, shaking. My feet jerking up in the air, my shoulder movements resembling an invalid.
“That’s it,” Ezra appraised. “Let it take control.”
I didn’t think I could stop coming. Now this was some insane shit. I lost control of my limbs, couldn’t feel anything, raptured in euphoria. I didn’t know how long I was caught up, but it had to be a while because when Ezra lifted me from the ottoman my arms dropped to the side indicating he’d removed the rope at some point during my flight.
He carried me into the bathroom where he lowered me into fragrant stinging water that was still running. Ezra shifted my lifeless body to lay on top of his hard frame and wrapped me in his arms, kissing the side of my head as I faced the ceiling. My body still vibrated intermittingly. I had no control to stop it if I wanted to. And believe me, I did. It was humiliating to feel puppeteered.
For the first time with him, I wanted silence. I didn’t want to waste precious energy talking about what I didn’t understand. For a while, Ezra understood that. He said nothing. I forced my eyes closed in an attempt to anchor myself.
“It’s time to tell me how you feel, beloved,” he rasped in my ear, kissing me reverentially again. “I need to know everything—anything—that made you feel uneasy or concerned, and certainly pain. I’d like to help you extrapolate the pain.
“Where did you learn this from?” My tone was demanding.
My ass and thighs were pulsating from the blows. I deserved to know, and now.
I felt him steel beneath me. His breathing went shallow for a while.
“Years of practice, imagination, and finally incredible chemistry with my wife,” he rasped.
I feebly turned to face him and slurred, “Don’t fucking charm me, Ezra. Don’t insult me. Where did you learn about this lifestyle?”
His eyes shifted between mine. I was exhausted, beyond satiated and drained, but my will was still intact. He’d just fucked with me once again and I now wanted answers.
“If I’m going to do this with you, at least have the decency to be honest with me about what it means to you.”
This time, Ezra’s eyes faltered. He nodded briefly before shifting me to turn back around. Then he gathered the scented oiled water
in his palms and sprinkled it over the middle of my chest.
“I was introduced to the world of bondage, domination, sadism and masochism in my last year in college after I lost a close friend,” he began with almost an undetectable utter. “I was in a lot of pain, and confused about my locus of control—but I want to make clear that the reason why the ideology of the lifestyle appealed to me had nothing to do with me being broken at the time. I’d just met it at a precarious time when it got my attention. I wasn’t abused as a child or molested. I may have my issues with my parents, but my preference for expressing my sexuality this way was not born from a tragedy in my childhood or adolescence. I was simply lost and indulged my curiosity as a distraction.
“I knew a man who worked in a library I would frequent off campus. His name was John. He was a middle aged societal castaway. A weirdo most would say. We talked sparingly until one day, my junior year, we hit on the topic of the advancement of alternative sexual cultures. I had to write a paper on the topic, and he sat down and introduced the topic of BDSM, specifically the relationship between dominants and submissives. I was fascinated from the start, but not interested in the practice. What intrigued me more was trying to conjure the visual of John wearing a gas mask and swinging a chain across a woman’s hind parts.” Ezra chuckled and I developed my own visual.
“Well, anyway, I would visit that library on occasion and ran into John. We’d end up talking about some subject matter, as he was of a studious mind—high aptitude, John possessed. But we’d find our way back to the sexual culture. I could tell he had few friends and no confidants, and as a natural listener, I enjoyed absorbing his loquacious nature. He invited me to attend a club with him on several occasions, to which I’d decline.”
“I would, too. John sounds like a freak,” I murmured, my body gradually relaxing.
“Oh, many would say he was, by appearance alone. And then when you mix in his lifestyle, he was a certified freak according to society. But John wasn’t threatening. He was patently clear on his sexual preferences, which was a submissive female slave. He liked the heavier things: chains, electrosex, and high risk equipment. And the subs he would pair with loved them.”
“Crazy,” I breathed, eyes low, but ears open and mind racing.
“For many, yes. Me included. I learned this in my last year at Pepperdine when I finally accepted his invitation.”
“What did you do that first night? Watch John?”
“A little. When things got too crazy for my stomach a woman pulled me aside: a dom-femme, which is a female dominant. She asked me to trust her to introduce me into the dungeon world. I was young and careless, so I did. I was hooked from that first night, but with limits. I didn’t try anything crazy, but encountered bondage and mild spanking that night.”
It was my turn to freeze. “You let a woman spank you?”
“Sure. It’s not as emasculating as you’d think. She knew how far to take it because she was able to identify the dom in me right away. However, in order to be a great dom, you have to walk as a submissive first. It was fun and cathartic at the time. It didn’t heal anything, but it did awaken something.”
I swallowed hard and my eyes blinked successively. “Did you two start a relationship?”
“Romantic?” he snorted then chuckled. “No. Marge was a forty-three-year-old Irish woman with a tenure in endoscopic medicine. I was a barely twenty-two-year-old kid facing a difficult impasse in my life. She had no more use for me than three hours a night at the dungeon, two days a week.”
“So, you two parted ways when you graduated?”
“Yup.” Ezra answered. “Very amicably. We didn’t view each other as necessities, only tools to achieve a goal. We met those goals within months and went on with life.”
“So, since then, have you done all this?” I lifted my heavy arm in the air, referencing the room.
Ezra chuckled again. He pulled me closer into his chest and kissed my head again. “No. This, beloved is the first of its kind, created for you and me.”
Something dawned on me.
“You said you taught classes. What am I missing?”
“Oh, that!” he rasped. “I dabbled in my initial years of traveling, but it wasn’t until I landed in India that I honed my skills, so to speak.”
I turned again in his arms. “You never told me about India,” my tone was accusatory.
I specifically recalled his travel, was blown away by it. India wasn’t one mentioned.
“That’s because India was a miasma of fleshly living. A place where I overindulged in all of my inclinations. The place where I displayed no pride and made a mockery of myself and my God.” His timbre turned low, debasing.
I needed to switch gears. That lowliness wasn’t synonymous with my perception of Ezra’s nature. Finally, we were breaking new ground here. He was revealing things that should’ve been discussed during the stage of us dating. But I wanted him to feel comfortable sharing with me.
I rested my chin on his buffed chest. Damn, Ezra was a big man! I brushed over his dusted chest, loving the intimate play.
“So, where do I come in at? What do you want for me?” I silently hoped he wouldn’t say he wanted this every night. “I don’t think I’m cut out to give you this often. This…messes with my head too much, Ezra.”
His thick brows bunched. “Did I hurt you out there? This is when we talk about it, Alexis. Everything.” I heard the scolding in his tone.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I don’t know,” I whined. “Of course, you hurt me. That’s the purpose of spanking, isn’t it?”
“Not always or completely.” He scooted up in the large tub, his face tightened and I knew something crazy was coming. “What if I told you I knew you’d like the spankings?”
My lips parted and I studied his face in total disbelief.
“How would you know that? What makes you think I enjoyed a moment of having a man hit me—my husband, no less,” I grated.
“It’s one of those things that is hard to explain, but it has to do with your psychological makeup, your mental flexibility, temperament, and pain threshold. It pains me to acknowledge this, but you can withstand a high dosage of pain, Alexis. You thrive in a certain manner when your body is under duress. It can actually be therapeutic for you”—Just as I was about to cuss his ass out for what he was proposing, his voice elevated to speak over me—“BUT I’m not into sadism and masochism. It’s not my scene. My psychological training allows me to recognize when someone can benefit from it, but I’m not the type of dominant that relishes that type of play. I can meet your other needs, but I can only get off on a small dose of spanking.”
“What makes you think I need it?” I was now torn between cussing him the fuck out and actually learning something about myself.
“What makes you think it’s an outlandish assessment?”
My face fell. “A man beating on me?” He had to be crazy.
“I’ll never beat you, Alexis. Let’s make that patently clear. I’ll never go further than your butt, pussy, the backs of your thighs, and occasionally your nipples.” A shiver coursed my spine. What the fuck was that? His eyes slanted and cheeks rose. “You’re aroused now, kitten, just hearing where I’ll land my bites on your beautiful sienna body,” his voice subterranean low. My heart pounding, and nipples taut against his abdomen. He leveled his eyes with mine. “You enjoyed it once you stayed the course, allowing your mind to stay in the moment. When you retreated, you disconnected from my navigation. You were so turned on that you exploded on my cock practically the moment I rammed into you.”
My breath caught. “Ezra!” I whispered, hopelessly turned on.
“I know, kitten,” he rasped. “You have to trust me to know what you need. You asked earlier what I expect from you. I need for you to trust me. This could be so much fun down here and out in the real world if we can agree to play by the rules. Have you ever orgasmed in public without a soul knowing?” I sucked in my bottom lip as I shook my he
ad no. “You can and will. I will give them to you if you remember the rules I give you down here.” He grabbed me at the ass. “Do you understand, kitten?”
“Yes,” I whispered, mesmerized by the moment we were captured in, and the rest came out without much thought. “Sir. Yes, sir.”
“Good. You did well tonight. Hopefully we can work you up to telling me what didn’t feel good. I need to hear about another sexual fantasy of yours, beloved. I want to make it come true.”
You’ve made many that I never knew I had come true already…
“Okay,” I uttered.
“Okay?” his eyes brightened.
I nodded my head and swallowed again. Then I couldn’t look at him before murmuring, “I like when you come…and in me.”
I held my breath the entire period of silence between us.
Why did I tell him?
“I can show you what it looks like one day,” he whispered while holding my eyes, “seeing me come. Would you like that, kitten?”
Fuck! That was hot! But I was too embarrassed to show him. I nodded my head, again swallowing the collecting saliva.
“Good. But now, I would like to take you in our bed. I need to feel you one more time and the hour is late. I am going to straighten up down here then we’ll go upstairs for a proper shower before we get into bed. Then I need to rub you down with arnica for your welts.” He shifted to move, and I regrettably allowed him space to leave the tub. “By the way,” he grunted as he lifted himself by his arms. “The basement door has been unlocked, but it’ll be locked from here on out; I know Ms. Remah returns this week. She can’t visit this space; can’t even know it exists. It will be visited and cleaned by only the two of us. I need this to be understood. This room is not for public knowledge. Is that clear, Alexis?”
I blinked my eyes, dazed. “Ms. Remah would kill you and have me committed if she knew about this place. You don’t have to worry about me telling her.”
How long would it be before she found out, seeing that she’d be living here was what I questioned. I chose not to share that. I had enough shit to settle in my mind.
