Page 41 of Leviticus
“Of course. I did give you my word that I would answer any questions you may have.” I wrung my hands together from my seat on the yellow chair, leaning over with my forearms on my knees.
“My first question is this: Do you currently have a submissive?” The way she nibbled her lower lip with concern warmed me, though her words surprised me.
“A submissive? No. I ended things with my submissive before we were wed,” I explained. I watched her shoulders droop.
“I do not want to stand in the way of your happiness, Levi. Even if that means looking the other way while —”
“What?! Oh, no, no no! Lorraine was a play submissive for me. We were not in a relationship. We were mutual friends who played together with her full time Dominant’s approval,” I chuckled. Her expression got even more confused.
“So you slept with a married woman?” she questioned and I realized my error. As accepting as Ruth was, she was still an innocent.
“No, it’s so much more complicated than that,” I explained, taking her small hands within my own. “First of all, I didn’t sleep with her. I rarely slept with any of my submissives because it’s not about the sex for me. It’s about the power, it’s about the gift.”
“Yes, that part I think I understand, but she was with someone else,” she pushed.
“Ah, that part. Well, they are polyamorous, which is a whole other topic of conversation. Let’s just put it this way. They are open to having other partners and everything was done with full permission and consent,” I explained, hoping she would understand. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to delve into polyamory right at this moment.
“I see. Why is it not about sex for you? I get what you said, about the power and the gift that submission is, but how can it not be about sex?” Her cheeks flushed a brilliant red and I could see just how difficult it was for her to be so vulnerable, yet so open to me.
“Because the Dominance is enough for me. Sex doesn’t have to happen for me to have a good time. Now, that doesn’t mean the acts we committed didn’t involve sex.”
“I think I’m getting more confused,” she sighed with exasperation and I couldn’t blame her.
“Okay, let me put it to you this way. Sometimes the most simple of things can have other connotations. For instance, I could touch your fingertip. Just one fingertip. Would you call that sexual?” I asked.
“No, I wouldn’t think so,” she answered. I reached out for her hand.
“May I?” I asked, wanting her full consent from here on out. She nodded, and I quirked an eyebrow at her. “No, from now on, if I ask your permission, I want you to use your words.”
“Yes, you may,” she answered dutifully, and I flipped one of her hands over palm side up. I touched the pad of one fingertip with my own.
“Is this sexual?” I asked, looking at her intently.
“No?” she answered hesitantly.
“Alright. And what about this, lovely one?” I began to circle that same spot, my touch light and easy, circling the pad of her fingertip while my eyes stayed locked on hers. She gasped beautifully, and I felt myself respond. “Is this a sexual touch?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. She nodded, words escaping her, and I chuckled.
“Why do you call me that?” she finally asked, her voice now lower, more sultry. What a response from such a small touch.
“Call you what? Lovely one?” I murmured, moving her hand in mine, my touch still light over different parts of her hand now, exploring as I moved her. She nodded, gulping audibly. “I call you lovely one because that is exactly what you are.”
I lifted her hand and brought that fingertip to my lips, kissing the tip softly.
“Lovely.”Kiss.“One.”Kiss.
Her shuddering gasp and following sigh was music to my ears.
She whimpered when my teeth scraped across her fingertip and I felt the resulting shiver echo in my own body.
“I don’t need to have sex to find pleasure. When I play in kink, it’s just as gratifying to help my partner reach her goals, both sexual and non sexual,” I explained, setting her hand back down and holding it within my own.
“I think I understand more now. Thank you,” she blushed beautifully.
“I’m a little shocked at how well you are accepting all of this,” I admitted readily.
“Well, I suppose it makes sense to me,” she answered, almost confusing me further.
“How is that even possible?” I asked with a chuckle.
