Page 87 of Leviticus
“Yes, Sir,” I answered without thought. My brain was fuzzy, like I was in water and on fire all at the same time. And I never wanted it to end.
“Who controls your pleasure?” His words were harsh to my ears and it only pushed me further.
“You are, Sir,” I answered breathlessly. His fingers curled into my heat harder, pushing against the spot that made my knees want to buckle out from under me.
“Feet apart.” My feet immediately obeyed, moving further apart and giving him more room. He pushed against me, his erection pressing against my backside as my front pushed into the cold, cold glass. I hissed at the sensation.
“Do you feel it, my lovely little submissive? Do you feel the harsh bite of cold? Do feel the almost painful licks of heat as I push your pleasure further?” I nodded, the tip of my nose drawing a line in the steam I had created on the glass surface.
“Yes!” I hissed. His hand grabbed hold of my hair, pushing my face into the window further, the cold overtaking me for just a moment before his fingers began working harder deep inside of me.
“Do you feel the way you wrap around me like a vice? Do you feel that pressure building?” His words spun a web of desire that I could not escape from. It pulled me deeper, pushed me higher.
“Yes!” I nearly wept against the glass.
“Give me more,” he growled out, his words accentuating the near painful nips he pressed against my neck.
“How?” I sobbed. I was hanging right there on the precipice of an orgasm and could not go over. Not without his permission. My own body obeyed his command, and I reveled in the weightless feel of my submission.
“My sweet, seductive temptress. Hold it. Hold that orgasm right there,” his breath feathered against my skin with each word, giving goosebumps to my goosebumps. “And when I tell you to…”
I hung on his every word, breathless for them.
“When I tell you to, let go and push.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, confused, but he silenced me, shushing me.
“You’ll understand when it happens.”
My thoughts rapidly left my mind as his fingers moved inside of me faster, just a little harder, pushing me forwards. My orgasm was so close, so amazingly close.
“I can’t hold it —” I gritted through clenched teeth.
“You can. You will.” His voice gave me strength. I lifted up onto the tips of my toes, my thighs shaking with the effort to hold off.
“On the count of three, my siren. Then push.”
I nodded, not understanding, but putting all my trust in him.
“One.” His fingers spread inside of me, filling me even further. I gasped, my fingers clutching at the steamy glass of the cold window.
“Two.” My hips bucked. Back into his erection, forward into his hand. Back and forth. Needing it. Needing him.
“Three. Cum for me, siren.” His voice pushed me into the abyss, and I followed his command. I let go and pushed, squeezing down on his fingers as my orgasm flooded us.
Literally.
With barely a moment to realize what had happened, he spun me around, lifting me up with hand beneath my thighs and pressed into me.
“Oh god! Levi!” I cried out, my head thrown back with a crack against the window as he filled me in one strong movement, pushing me to the brim and pushing my orgasm higher.
“Yes! Oh god, that’s it!” His voice was hissed through clenched teeth as he moved within me. His hands held me forcefully, surely creating lovely bruises to dot along my skin like kisses of passion.
My own nails dug into his skin, my legs wrapping around his waist and pressing down into each of his thrusts.
“More!” I begged, my back arching as he hit every spot within me that made me forget how to even breathe.
One of his hands wrapped around my lower back, pulling my hips away from the cold window and changing the angle of his thrusts.
