In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 2) (19 page)

She must have sensed movement then her eyes landed on me with cool regard and she turned back to the dish. I could swear to seeing her eyes roll away from me.

“Smells good,” I attempted.

She let out a hard huff that jerked her round belly. “Still hot, but I wun’t heat t’ese t’ings up on here. T’ey catch fire. So yuh guys better eat soon if yuh hungry.”

Mechanically, I nodded my acknowledgement. I was still trying to adjust to Ms. Remah’s grumpy yet fostering nature. I knew she was important to Alexis and that was my sole motive for inviting her into my home. I now had to get accustomed to her eccentric energy being around.

I left the kitchen in search of my bride, along the way, stopping into my office to put my satchel away before taking to my bedroom. Once upstairs, I walked into an empty bedroom; even the sitting area was vacant. I made my way into the en suite bathroom and didn’t see her there either. I returned downstairs in case I missed her on my way up. I searched the living room, sitting room, powder room, my office again and didn’t find her anywhere.

When I made my way back into the kitchen, I found Ms. Remah, hunched over, checking something in the stove.

“Have you seen Alexis, Ms. Remah?”

Without peering up, she grumbled, “In de basement, I tink.”

I felt my face wrinkling. How long had she been down there? Why was she down there? And why hadn’t Ms. Remah told me that when I saw her earlier? All these questions and more coursed my racing mind as I ambled to the back of the house. Sure enough, the door was unlocked.

How irresponsible of her
.

I was sure to close and lock the door behind me. I assumed Alexis had spoken to Ms. Remah about this part of the house being off limits to her—
and the rest of the world
—but I couldn’t risk her morbid curiosity. I skipped down the steps, my own inquisitiveness gripping me at the neck.

Did she leave something down here during our last session?

Alexis was always invited to the basement, but she never elected to roam down here of her own free will.   

My brain stopped, jarred, before my steps faltered. I sucked in a harsh breath, unable to believe what I saw. My raging erection returned in an instant, filling me with stunning pleasure. I could feel the insatiable beast in me rising, naturally inclining to the idea of what Alexis was presenting. My little kitten was laid on the floor, completely nude, kneeling with her arms overhead, exposing the structure of her spine. Her cacao casing glistened under the soft lights and her body trembling with the perfect sensual combination of fear and anticipation.  

Stunned into muted admiration, I rounded her like a caged feral animal to fully cognize what was taking place. When I did, irrefutable pride burst in my chest. My stubborn kitten was now an embolden lioness.

“Beloved, I’m impressed,” I affirmed with cool aplomb. “You never fail to delight me, but this…” I susurrated, my erection turning painful. “I didn’t anticipate your eagerness down here.” I quickly questioned the continuance of training her to crave this twisted penchant for dark sensuality.

She didn’t speak. She’s not to speak down here; only scream cries of pleasure.

“I am pleased,” I whispered in her ear, now on my haunches. Then I spoke louder, “I was exhausted after preaching two morning services consecutively, and had planned on coming home to relax before taking you vanilla style. But this…” I growled again, observing the lifts and heavy falls of her dainty shoulders. “Now, what shall I do with you? What would please my beloved?” My fingers raked over the visible lining of her spine. “What will bring you pleasure?”

Alexis’ head sprouted up.

“You may speak,” I granted while tracing the seam of her mouth with my thumb.

Her eyes darkened a few hues in that instant. “Whatever pleases you, sir,” she murmured, words vibrating with sheer fear.

My head straightened to align my eyes with hers.

“Very well.” I stood. “Go stand at the foot of the bed and face the wall.”

Alexis scrambled to her knees, taking long strides across the room. I took the time to stretch, come up with a plan of sensual pleasure, and prepare mentally for a scene. My body was weary. After weeks without exerting the type of energy required for the pulpit on Sundays, my stamina had waned. I began removing my clothes unhurriedly, contemplating. My mind reeled with many things, particularly marveling at my kitten’s newfound aggression. I neatly unfastened my cuffs, removed and folded my shirt, and lay it over a chair, then began undoing my belt. I eyed the room, inventorying my options for play. By the time I stepped out of my pants, I heard her moan in impatience.

“You wait!” I growled across the room. “If you rush me again, you won’t be able to sit for a week! I’ll make sure of it, kitten.”

Alexis didn’t respond, and wisely. All that could be heard from her, across the room was her heavy breathing. Though my tone was terse, her audacity further aroused me, inciting me to move faster. En route to her, I grabbed the hoister hanging from the ceiling and its remote, pulling it over to the bed where Alexis’ long toned thighs stood, shivering with anticipation.
Fear
.

On the way, I grabbed a set of leather cuffs off the workstation. When I made it to her, I gathered her wrist in front of her bare pelvis, swiping my index finger below her navel, earning a sharp moan from her. I applied the cuffs and planted a chaste kiss on her shoulder. Alexis’ breaths were coming out faster and louder. When my erection brushed against her rear, a shiver ran visibly from her head to the end of her spine.

I smiled darkly.

Pulling the hoist over until it hung suspended in front of her, I inserted the chain of the cuffs to the hook, securing it. Needing my last implement, I ambled back over to the workstation and retrieved a modest sized vibrator from the drawer. Then I mounted the bed and made my way to the top before turning and lying with my back to the mattress and my arms behind my neck expectantly.

“Get on the bed, stand on your knees, beloved,” I ordered, hearing the longing in my voice.

Shakily, she obeyed, shuffling onto the bed, her hands still politely at her pelvis line. With the push of a lever on the remote, Alexis’ arms raised slowly, the hoister bringing her bound wrists over her head when I stopped it.

Lovely.

My dick twitched in response to the sight before me. I surveyed her body…nipples taut at the apex, chest still heaving and thighs clenching with need. Seemingly feeling helpless now in this posture, she began to whimper, and not in pain or overbearing fear, but in blissful capitulation of control.      

“Come to me, beloved,” I groaned, needing to feel her now.

Alexis crawled gauchely on her knees desperate for me, too. I pulled her into a straddling position over my throbbing erection. She whimpered gutturally this time and I could feel her moist heat suffusing over my cock.

“Someone’s in need, I see.” I plucked at her pebbled nipples. She arched as she groaned, eyes sealed closed.

“Open to me, beloved!” I commanded as I leaped up into her face, anger that quickly surged in my veins. Her eyes popped open. “This is us. If I didn’t want to see those enticing, round saucers, I would’ve blindfolded you. We’re here together.”    

I took to her gaping mouth, unable to resist at this proximity. I twirled my tongue, savagely pulling her passion from her. I didn’t wait for Alexis to warm to me; I took what I needed from her. And this Sunday afternoon she gave willingly. In no time, her tongue joined mine in a wicked dance. I grabbed her firm breasts that were pushing against my chest and pulled at the peaks of them, relishing her squirming over my arousal. Her torso twisted, arms pulling against the restraints. Then I withdrew, slowly lying back down on the mattress.

Alexis bit her bottom lip, cautioning her protests. She was learning. Here is where I was in control. Her pleasure came at the pace I set. I pulled the vibrator from the side of the mattress, pushed the switch and placed it directly underneath her engorged clitoris.

“Sluuuuuuuush…” she pulled in air through clenched teeth.

“Enjoy it, beloved,” I soothed, prepared to allow her immediate release.

I didn’t mind giving this to her, her pleasure without delay. Again, my body was still recovering from earlier and I could enjoy the show of my wife losing her mind in tortured ecstasy. I delighted as she started to grind against the device, against me, chasing her release. Yet, I was testing her. It would only be a matter of time before she’d meet her crossroads.

I watched raptly as my beloved experienced unmeasured pleasure, defenseless to the zings of stimulation shooting through her helpless frame. To up the ante, I fondled her perfectly globular breasts. So firm, so full.
So mine
. The inclusion of that stimulus propelled Alexis to the edge.

And just when I thought she’d fail and remind me she was still only a novice yet, she croaked out of breath, “Permission to come, sir!” with urgency.

A broad smile etched onto my face and an even bigger one in my chest.

“You may, beloved,” I granted throatily. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

And she did. Alexis bounced and jerked on my lap, crying out madly.

I removed the vibrator and took her mouth savagely. This time, Alexis joined me readily, lashing her delicious tongue against mine. I held her tight on my lap, being sure to rock her gelled heat against my arousal. When she started grinding on her own accord, I knew she was ready again. I swiped her juices from her lower lips and brought it to our joined mouths. I could’ve been selfish and enjoyed the delicacy alone, but wanted her mouth just as much, so I quickly decided on both.

I withdrew and placed the vibrator between us again and lay back. Alexis’ eyes slanted with wanton hunger as her orgasm built this time. She scraped her bottom lip between her teeth as she rode the device over me. My kitten was teasing me, and successfully. She knew her pleasure belonged exclusively to me; this mechanical device was just a prop. But I let her have her fun until she exploded from another release, this time screaming my name. I answered by removing the vibrator again and sealing my mouth over hers, drowning out her cries. I pulled her neck back, gripping her hair at the scalp, sucking on her tongue.

Now, with her against me, I could feel her heart beating out of her chest, the whimpers of her helplessness. Her forfeiture of control. Lifting her effortlessly, I positioned her body over my aching erection and rammed into her while pushing her down onto me.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Alexis screamed her discomfit.

I didn’t slow to give her time to fit me in. It was not my intent to be gentle. I was past that courtesy and just wanted to drown myself in her sweetness, her flowery rivers. Her body was a marvel, but I didn’t count on her sex to be this potent. Alexis had brought an unexpected willingness to this. I didn’t anticipate her eager approbation of this. I lunged into her, slamming until I was balls deep and continued with intrusive upswings. When I was good and suited, I grabbed the vibrator and pushed it underneath her clitoris. She hadn’t been expecting that. Alexis immediately began to twist fitfully at the double pleasure, leaving me with less need of thrusting: she did it all. As I reclined on my elbows, Alexis bounced and ground on me with athirst. I could see the sweat beads collecting across her forehead and above her mouth. Her toned thighs flexed tightly around me and her eyes rolled back.  I felt my sacs enlarging, my cock swelling even more.

“Ez...
ra
!” She could hardly speak. “
Permi
...”

I shot up, taking her at the back of her little neck again. “Come now, beloved!”

And she did. As I took her at the hips and pistoned into her, feeling the vibrator poke me, I pounded her into this release. My actions so ardent, my own orgasm engulfed me, after several thrusts, causing my pelvis to hold in the air. As my seeds shot from me, I gripped her naked flesh like I needed it to keep me from sweeping into the sea.

When I was able to come down, I shut off the vibrator, reached for the remote, relieved her arms, and removed the cuffs. Alexis fell onto my chest. I found her wrists and rubbed them gently to encourage circulation. Then I carefully lifted her from me and lay her down on the mattress next to me. I tucked her so close I could feel as her racing heart relax its rhythm while stroking her misted skin and showering her head with kisses.

I didn’t know how long we lay there contented by the silence, but it felt good. I’d come to myself totally from preaching and had just met a release of ecstasy. It was a happy Sunday.

“You surprised me,” I murmured.

Alexis’ head shifted underneath my chin, acknowledging my words. “You surprised me.”

“How so?” I asked, confused.

She shuffled onto her side underneath to face me. Her arms folded, sandwiched between our chests. Alexis shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’ve seen you speak before, but not preach. I didn’t know you had that other side in you.” Her eyes gleaming with wonderment. She
was
impressed. “It was like you were a different person. Did it feel that way for you?” she asked timidly.

I chuckled before kissing her temple. “It hasn’t been me for a number of years.” When I first started speaking in my late teens, I studied the Word hard to emulate seasoned preachers. I could easily come up with messages to spread the gospel, but I didn’t know how to behave while delivering. It’s something all preachers go through. Years of service will cultivate your own style, however with me, my method of development came without effort. I’m completely overtaken. My body is controlled and words flow from an elusive source. I just show up. “I haven’t performed in the pulpit in years. If I do, we’re in trouble.”