Page 43 of At Her Will

Before she lit them, she scooped a heart-shaped polished rose quartz out of the Swarovski bowl beside the tray. She held it in her closed hand, feeling the texture, absorbing the properties. Then she put it down and did the same with a rough cut one. Relationships were like that, going back and forth, rough to smooth, smooth to rough.

This was a beginning. Or was it? She suspected it wasn’t the first life where her and Rev’s paths had crossed. She sent a thankful blessing to the Lord and Lady that they were allowing it to happen again, in this way.

“Does it bother you that I’m not book smart?”

The question startled her so much the flame from the match singed her fingertips. She dropped it into the tray with a stifled oath and turned around. Before she completed the motion, he was in front of her, his eyes on her hand. When he gripped her wrist and blew on the injured area, he held her with that distractingly gentle strength.

“Does it bother you, Rev?”

His countenance was troubled. “I never thought it mattered, long as I doing what I’m supposed to do, for those in need of what I can do for them. Seemed wrong to get too caught up in it.”

“So why ask now?”

He gave her a rueful smile. “Fear of losing something I need and want bad. Wanting you not to look at me and see something less than what you need. I heard what you said, Mistress, and so I hope you know this isn’t that. I just need to be what you need. I want that. I want to be able to take care of you.”

As he spoke, his gaze was moving. Over her eyes and mouth, the pulse in her throat, the neckline of her blouse, the swell of her breast. A physical perusal backed by a powerful emotional hunger. Her skin heated from the concentration of it. She gripped his forearm and used his hold to step out of her shoes. She wanted ground contact, preparing to be a lightning rod. Thecarpet was cool through the stockings she’d put back on in the church restroom before they left there.

He wasn’t looking for reassurance. He was asking if he had the skills to do the job before him.

“All right. Go back to the fireplace and take off all of your clothes. You can take the cross off or leave it on, whichever you prefer. Stand there, feet shoulder width apart.”

He didn’t argue. He returned to the fireplace and removed his clothing. He left the cross in place, which she liked, because it said he didn’t think anything they were about to do would be in conflict with its presence.

He was already erect. God and Goddess, the man was beautiful, and she wouldn’t deny how much that beauty was intensified for her by his obedience. He stood, waiting respectfully for her next command. Her next wish and desire.

“Close your eyes. You need my permission to open them. To look at me again.”

His lashes fanned his cheeks. When she turned on the gas logs, the flame flickered over his bronze skin, tempting her to touch.

“Do you know some believe that looking is an act of possession? That’s why we read passages like we ‘capture’ someone in our gaze. Hold them, lock them into it. It’s why I’m telling you that you need permission to look at me. And it’s why I’m looking at you now. As much as I wish.”

His body tightened at the implication. His throat worked as he swallowed, and his heavy cock twitched against his thighs.

“Do you want that?” she asked. “To possess me, or be possessed by me? Do you want to consider yourself mine? I don’t want you to answer the question, Rev. Even if I ask you a question, stay silent until I tell you specifically to talk. Say ‘Yes, Mistress,’ if you understand.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The two words echoed inside her head, swirling down into her chest, her stomach and between her thighs. She drew them back up with her breath and held them under her ribs. She spun the energy they created from the base of her spine and took it up to her third eye, that sensitive center between her brows. All of its meanings tingled over her face, lips, throat and beating pulse.

In Tantra, a man and woman were opening themselves up to the Lord and Lady, channeling their energy. They each became a representative of those entities, him the Lord, her the Lady. God and Goddess, revering the sacred energy of their bond. Their joining.

She removed all of her clothes, and then moved closer. When she dipped down to graze his toes with her fingertips, he started, the touch unexpected, but then he stilled, a column of electrical vibration. Lightning gathering.

She followed the energy channels up to his knee, the muscles of his thigh, then across, circling the base of his rigid cock and brushing the soft hair around it. She lingered, stroking the shaft with her nails, her thumb pressed against his lower abdomen, before stepping around him, letting her fingers trail over his hip. She stroked his fine, taut buttocks and teased the seam.

Continuing a spiraling touch, she came back to his front, to his stomach, the navel—another connection to the female Divine. Up from there to the middle of his chest, the depth and breadth of it a physical manifestation of the heart beneath, the man that he was.

Her own heart was beating as strongly as his when she flattened her palm against him, her fingertips brushing his cross. She channeled the energy coming from her through her palm and imagined it spreading through his body.

She created another spiral around his arm. After she gripped his fingers, a brief hold, she was back to his corded neck, that strong throat. She made sure her touch passed over his lower lip,right cheek, eye and forehead, and let it rest on his third eye in his forehead before stroking over the crown, over his skull, and his hair. He dipped his head, so she didn’t have to lift on her toes. Seeking any way to show his desire to serve her.

As she drew deep on the power she was raising, his skin was reacting to her touch, the nerves answering it. Whether he was aware of it or not, his body was swaying in a slight spiral motion, following the energy flow.

She did the same route from the opposite side. Tracing solar channels, which were His energy. The lunar channels, which were Hers. Their energy.

Every part of her felt alive, caught in this moment. “How are you doing, Rev? You may answer me.”

“I’m…it’s like bliss, but there’s…I want to touch you, Mistress. Hold you. Have you under me. Over me.”

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