Page 25 of Leviticus
Fuck!
I couldn’t stop myself. I locked the door and stood at my desk, quickly shoving my pants down. With one hand propping myself against the desk, I grabbed my cock, hissing at the feel of my cool hand against the heat. I swear, it was almost purple, it was so hard.
I closed my eyes, resigning myself to have this moment, this short amount of time to just give in to the fantasy. I pictured her, Ruth, in every situation I had ever fantasized about. The faceless woman of my fantasies becomes the woman who is soaking in the steaming water just one story above me.
I pictured her coming to me, here in this very room, and presenting herself to me. I imagined her kneeling on a soft pillow right there before my desk, legs spread at a ninety-degree angle, hands clasped behind her head, elbows jutting out. Her back arched just so, pressing her breasts forward for my perusal and my enjoyment. Her perfectly rounded ass hovering just above her heels. I imagined watching her hold that position, making her pant with effort as I circled her perfect form. Incredible submission; her gift to me and mine to take.
My hand moved over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there as I pictured her smooth, silken pussy dripping onto the pillow below her. I squeezed tighter, imagining those beautiful, brown doe-like eyes looking up at me and obeying my every command.
I could hear myself commanding her, “Open.”
I could see her obeying. Her perfectly pink lips opening, her sweet tongue sticking out, ready for me to plunder her depths, choking back her moans as my girth stretched her. I could feel the way she would squeeze around me as I slid deeper within her mouth, her eyes looking up at me with such wide innocence and such brazen need. The perfect juxtaposition of lust.
I bit back a groan of pure need as I imagined my ropes around her, my implements and toys scattered around us as I struck her beautiful skin with soft floggers. I imagined the way her ass would jiggle with each strike, the way her back would arch, and the way she would press back, begging for more.
My hand moved faster as the images shuffled so quickly I was almost unable to process them. Her body moving beneath mine, her nails digging into my back as I claimed her, as I took her body and gave her pleasures she could never have dreamed about.
Just a little more. My hand gripped tighter, moved faster as I felt my climax nearing.
My eyes clenched tight as I imagined speaking the words to her. I longed to speak to someone someday.
“Mine.”
And her answer.
“Yours.”
My hips bucked as I came, spilling over my hand and onto the desk, making a right mess. My breath came in heaving gasps and my legs shook as I lowered myself into the chair.
What the hell was I going to do?
I quickly cleaned up the mess and reached into the top drawer for my cell phone.
“Kai —” I began, but he cut me off.
“Well, hello there, brother. I was wondering how long you would last before calling,” he chuckled, devoid of any real humor.
“I… um…” I stammered, my mind still hazy from my orgasm and my confusion at the feelings I felt burdened with.
“Well, from the way our dear Bartholomew tells the tale, you are right and royally fucked with that new wife of yours.”
“Christ Almighty, what did he say?” I groaned, slipping my pants back up and over my hips and fastening them.
“That you have yourself a natural submissive wife who you refuse to see as such and you’re being your normal pious and pompous Leviticus and denying yourself the pleasures at hand.”
“It’s not that simple,” I argued.
“He said you’d say that.”
“Well, he’s an ass.”
“Yeah, he said you’d say that, too,” Malachi laughed.
“Jesus,” I groaned, resting my forehead in my hand.
“Yeah, pretty sure he doesn’t exist, my brother. And whether he does or not, it sounds like you really are fucked,” Kai pushed.
“Kai, you have no fucking idea.”
