Page 71 of Leviticus
"Christ Almighty, indeed! Let's praise the non-existent God for the fact that you fell in love with your wife. Your Daughter of Zion, wife!" His words were chuckled out, but I could also hear the worry that tinged them.
"First of all, I'm not in love with her —"
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not," I pushed back.
"Yes. You. Are." The man was adamant and I was annoyed.
"No. I'm. Not! This is stupid," I whined.
"You're stupid!"
"Really? Really, Ollie?" I scoffed at his antics, standing to pour myself a drink. Why was it that my brothers drove me to drink almost more than Zion did? Almost.
"Well, if you're not in love with her, then what are you? Answer me that, Casanova," Ollie challenged, and I stopped. The glass of bourbon stopped in mid air on its way to my lips. What was I? "Well, brother? I'm waiting."
"I... I don't know," I finally managed to push out.
"Wanna talk about it?" he offered and I couldn't help it. The question had been posed and now firmly refused to leave my head.
"I am not in love with her. I... I don't know what I am. Ollie, she's just incredible. She's subservient, but not like the Daughters of Zion. She has this incredible mind. She understands me. When I told her about how I came into kink, about my story and what kink means to me, she just —"
"Wait, you told her that story? Like — all of it?" Ollie all but squawked.
"I did. Every bit of it," I stated solemnly.
"You told her about the other subs? About the other women?" His voice shrilled out.
"I did. I told her everything. And she— Fuck, man. She not only accepted me for who I was, right then and there. She feels the same." The passion in my voice, and the emotion that welled within me made my throat tight, my voice strained.
"Yeah, she said she did, but she's a Daughter of Zion. They are all taught to serve their husbands. It's not quite the same, if you think about it. Not to rain on your parade or anything."
"That's exactly what I said!" I exclaimed, the excitement at the memory of that moment rushing through me. "I had told her the same thing and she got pissed. Like, this tiny, submissive woman stormed off and cursed at me! Telling me I didn't know anything."
"Oh hell, how did that go over?" Ollie laughed, and I joined in along with him.
"She stormed up to the bedroom and brought me proof," I answered honestly.
"Proof. Oh, good lord, you have to tell me. What kind of fucking proof would she have. Oh! Wait, wait! Please tell me it was butt stuff. Was it butt stuff? It was butt stuff, wasn't it?" I swear he was a puppy. "I know it was butt stuff." An unhouse broken puppy at that.
"Jesus Christ, Ollie. No, it wasn't that. But I'm not telling you what it was," I teased.
"What?! Why not? Or is that your covert way ofsecretlytelling me it's actually butt stuff," Ollie retorted. I could almost hear his brows waggling at me through the phone.
"I'm not going to tell you because it's not my thing to tell. And you won't bug Ruth about it either. You don't have to know everything about everyone," I scolded with a smile.
"Yes, I do. I need to know everything all the time because I'm the best," he sassed. Christ, how was any woman going to deal with his antics?
"You can tell him." Ruth's voice sounded, quietly, from the doorway. I looked up abruptly to see her standing there in an open bathrobe, bare underneath it all. The moonlight filtered through the window and my breath caught in my chest.
"Stunning." I mouthed the words, just for her. She nodded and crossed the room, placing a soft, sweet kiss to my lips before leaving the room again, without a word. I looked after her in somewhat of a daze.
"Levi? You there, bro?" Ollie's voice snapped me back to reality.
"What? Oh, yeah. I'm here. The proof you asked about?" I spoke, clearing my throat.
"The butt stuff? Yeah, what about it?" Ollie retorted absentmindedly and I rolled my eyes.
