Page 33 of Allured
“Of course I did,” Ezekiel smirks as he replies. I see him lift a cup of tea from somewhere off—camera and take a sip before he continues. “To be clear, I fully intend to hear those grunts again, fuck my fist, and aid in your release, at theendof this call. If you behave, that is.”
I groan in protest, palming my cock down so thatitbehaves.
“Watch it,” Ezekiel demands. “No touching of the sort until I say so. Now tell me, what did you have for lunch today?”
My cock is hard and at the ready, and he wants to know what I had for lunch. It’s endearing as much as it is frustrating.
“I made acaldo de resbecause I had a bunch of vegetables to use before they went bad.”
“What’s acaldo de res?” he asks, pronouncing the name of the soup perfectly.
I spent a few minutes going over Mama’scaldorecipe and explaining how it was my favorite dish growing up. I missed it so much after she passed that I learned to make it myself when I was younger, often making it for T and Viv when they got sick.
Ezekiel takes the information in like it’s going to be on a test the next day. He asks detailed questions and makes me promise to give him somecaldoto try.
Our conversation continues easily. We talk about each of our days, with me leaving out the little visit I had with Knight. It’ll be better left to talk about it in person. While Ez tells me about his weekend routines, I’m hit with the realization that I’ve begun to fall for this man even with how little I know about him. It’s nice getting to know small details of Ezekiel’s life.
I ask Ezekiel about the room he’s in and he takes me on a tour of his study. There are huge shelves lining the walls with all sorts of books, but what catches my eye is the cover of a book that is splayed open on top of his massive desk.
“Ez—” I interrupt, moving my eyes back to his face on my phone screen. I sit up as if that would get me a closer look at the cover. “Is that a naked guy on the book behind you?”
“Oh, well yes, I was reading for research.” A small blush begins creeping along his face but he doesn’t try to hide the book. Instead, I can see him struggling to keep his eyes on mine once a piece of the shiny garter from my costume comes into view.
He brings the book cover into focus. “Have you heard of MM romance novels?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
EZEKIEL
Once a brat, always a brat.
“I’ll admit I’m not much of a reader, Ez. Care to share with the class, professor?” Alek’s lips turn upwards in challenge, but I can see the heated amusement in his expression.
Work kept me busy for the majority of the morning. I would have loved to stay in Alek’s clothing all day but I had to change into something more appropriate for a lunch conference call. After finishing my work duties I found myself with ample time. Time that I used to read a few queer romance novels to try to wrap my mind around my newfound attraction.
Through my evening reading, I discovered that the role of the dominant intrigues me the most and I’m eager to put my newfound knowledge into practice. In my limited experience, I have always been aware I required a certain kind of control but had never been fascinated enough to truly research.
“This novel, specifically, is about a dominant and submissive relationship between a physical therapist and his athlete patient.It goes deeply into the intricacies of BDSM and the forbidden aspect of their relationship. Quite riveting.”
Reflecting on previous encounters between myself and Alek, it is my theory that he is closer to the submissive side, as bratty as he may be about it. My cock twitches in my pants at the thought of putting the theory to the test. Since I was unable to avoid thinking about it for the majority of the day, I am determined to find some answers tonight. It is certainly odd, how every facet of my being, even sides I wasn’t previously aware of,achefor Alek.
“Fuck, this is the hottest book review I’ve ever heard.” Alek shifts on camera and more of his costume comes into view. There is a tease of shimmering straps and I twitch in anticipation to see more. Thankfully, he is blessing me by keeping the angle lowered so I can keep admiring the bit of costume. However, I suspect that he has his motives behind the kind gesture.
“If this is truly a lecture, it is outright uncouth to interrupt the professor, isn’t it, Mr. Delgado?” My eyes narrow at the man on my screen.
“Yes, sorrySir.” Alek bites at his lower lip, a teasing smirk gracing his features. Even when he’s provoking me, he takes to my instruction so beautifully. Responses like this do nothing but further confirm my theory.
“A good little listener, you are.” I praise. I don’t miss the quick shutter of his eyes as I address him.
“As I was saying, I was intrigued by the dynamic of both sides, but I will say the role of dominant seemed to further awaken something in me, not that I’m opposed to experimenting. I have never given sex much thought other than it being something that was enjoyable, and at times felt somewhat necessary. With you though?—”
I pause for a few seconds. Partially to gather my thoughts, and partially to see Alek’s desperation grow. “—with you I find myself wanting more.”
Alek’s hazel eyes shift on the screen. I can see he is taking time to process his thoughts and I am patiently waiting for his response to my revelation.
“Gonna be honest, Ez,” Alek begins, and I gently set my book down onto my desk before nodding in encouragement for him to continue.
“My training, my cooking, my dancing… it’s all precise shit that I’ve gotta be in control of.” There is a nervous pitch to his voice as he drags his hand down his face. “I’ve never been with anyone that I feel comfortable losing that control with,” Alek pauses and I feel my breath pause with him. “But I’m willing to try with you, Ez.”
