by Love Belvin
My head tossed back on a gut-busting hoot. In the next moment, it was cut short when I was tossed in the air and my upper torso swung over Ezra’s shoulder. I felt a cloth placed over my ass then I was bouncing in the air again, up the stairs to my building. I seemed to have found that funny, too, and laughed all the way to my front door where he placed me on my feet. That’s when I realized it was his suit jacket that was on my rear because it had fallen to the floor.
“Oh, shit!”
I dropped to my haunches quickly and unsteadily to pick it up.
“Keys,” he demanded.
Once my brain could process his request, I scrambled for my small purse and pulled out my key ring. He pulled them from my hands and tried several irritably until he found the correct ones and let us into my apartment. I tripped then stumbled inside. That caught his attention. Ezra pulled me into his taut chest again, closed and locked the door and then tossed me back over his shoulder, heading to the back of my apartment.
“Ooooooh! You’re walking into the lion’s deeeeeeeen,” I sang teasingly then giggled.
He tossed me onto my bed and stood back with his fists at his hips, audibly out of breath, but not from physical strain; from irritation. His scowl was deadly and suddenly the air turned thick. My eyes grew to the size of saucers, I could feel it.
What’s he going to?
He left the room for seconds long before returning. It all happened so quickly. Before I could fully process his arrival, he descended on me. His big frame covered mine and I was immediately dizzied by his intoxicating scent. The heat of his thick body seized my limited attention and resistance. Ezra’s quick hands pushed my arms over my head and I felt some material moving around my right wrist in quick succession. Within seconds, he switched over to my left and when I attempted to lift, my body was suspended midair.
I was bound.
“No. No!” pushed out on a whisper.
Ezra, on an athletic push, shuffled his way to the end of the bed and bound my right foot. This time, my brain did pique quick enough and I swung my left to push him off. That was a waste of my energy. Ezra was expecting that when his right leg swung over and covered my ankle, rendering it immobile.
I began panting, out of breath. He stood and took inventory of his handiwork, eyes still hard, face tight and composure still intact. Then I noticed his eyes scanning the room for something. His posture was different, his face set in a new expression I’d never seen before.
“What are you going to do now? Just leave me here tied up until I’m sober?” I screamed at him, suddenly afraid and annoyed and aroused.
Laying before him with my dress hiked up had me firing on all sensual cylinders. This was not Ezra the preacher man; as he paced my small room there was a practiced cadence to his footsteps. A calm too eerie in his demeanor. For a moment I had to question if I’d recognized Ezra, the sexual predator.
“What are you going to do, Ezra?” I challenged him, my chest heaving.
“You seemed to be perplexed, beloved,” he noted, arms crossed with one against his torso and the other reaching to his face, his thumb casually running along the seam of his lower lip. His biceps were masses of knots…balls curled deliciously. His thighs, I knew were muscular pillars, hidden beneath his dress pants. All the virility of a man who didn’t fuck. He didn’t even kiss.
It all frustrated the hell out of me.
“Perplexed?” my neck stretched to emphasize shock at his audacity. “I have this preacher man who won’t leave me alone, asked me to be his girlfriend…all in name of what? We don’t go out alone—”
“We do,” he corrected.
“Oh! Like…only recently!” I screamed.
“This isn’t a real relationship. We don’t conduct ourselves as a real couple. You’re not even attracted to me!”
Oh, that rankled him. I could tell by the way he now lengthened his neck.
“You would be wise to stop with your self-loathing right there. Your high risk behavior already has my wrist twitching.” His eyes were dark and wild, and in my tipsy stupor and seething anger, I couldn’t process what those were indicators of, but I had decided on the course of my response.
“You goodie-two-shoes fucker!” I screamed, somehow emboldened by the fetters. “You don’t tell me not to go out and have a good time because I could possibly find a man to do what your holy rolling ass—”
“That mouth, Alexis!” He roared. “You don’t understand. You cannot be with me and in a high-risk environment like a dance club.”
“Why? I ain’t pledged my life to the pulpit.”
“No, but I have and—”
“And?” I demanded, well past infuriated. “I’m only a damn girlfriend.”
“Who will soon be my wife!” Ezra declared that with sheer ease.
“Wi-wife? Where the fuck did you—”
My words failed at Ezra leaping out of my room. I craned my neck to hear the faint sounds of drawers opening and closing in my kitchen. When he returned, he did so with the same swift movements applied earlier as he descended upon me, hovering above my shaking frame. I saw a flash of the silver metal as my dress parted on either side of me, then my bra, then my panties.
Panting, I couldn’t close my collapsed mouth if I wanted to. He cut my dress and panties! Then he left the bed, observing his accomplishment, appreciatively. I pulled against the restraints, anger snaking up from my toes, boiling over in my belly. My body shook with fierce rage over the mattress as I tried shaking free. It was of no use; it only fully exposed my round breasts that were pebbled at the apex, betraying my undeniable attraction to him. I was ashamed and frightened. Never had I wanted a man so much in my life. I’d fought to keep that one pathetic fact away from Ezra and now it was bared out for him to scrutinize.
I was furious at how, unlike with any other man I encountered in close quarters, I didn’t feel afraid of Ezra. He wasn’t a threat to me. He’d seen it, and I could tell by the way his heavy eyes trailed from my neck down to the juncture of my thighs. I was so fucking wet I wanted to cry. More than that, we’d crossed a line. All this time there was comfort in Ezra not pursuing me sexually. It provided a shelter for me to be in the presence of an attractive man and not freeze up. It also made clear there were real morally sound men out there. But here was the point of no return as he stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed as the visible pulse of his neck thrummed violently.
“What. Now?” I emitted through gritted teeth.
Ezra’s broad chest heaved his response to my roused nudity. He was unfazed by my terseness.
“Right now you will be justifiably punished for your flagrant breaches, beloved.” His nostrils widened as he peered between my dripping thighs. “Do you trust me to not harm you, Alexis? His question came unexpectedly.
I couldn’t chew on the many implications of that question with an inebriated mind, but quickly knew there was no harm this church dude could really do. He didn’t even like to kiss. If he’d come this far I needed to see what would come next.
“If I didn’t,”—I could barely hear myself over my heart rioting in my chest.—“I’d be screaming for the neighbors to call the fucking law.”
“Then the question is how, as I have many ways of reproving your actions.”
After a few seconds, his brows rose as though he were struck with a thought. Ezra moved from the top of the room to my right where he opened my nightstand drawer. My lungs filled the moment he touched the handle because I knew what he’d find. And after a little rummaging, he withdrew his arm with my backup reliever in his hand.
“It’s very basic.” He clicked on the power of the purple wand. “But it’ll work for tonight.”
Basic? What the hell did Ezra know about a dildo? That’s when it hit me: Ezra was very practiced sexually. There’s no way a non-experienced man could be so relaxed with my pussy open to him and my tits perked out in the nude. But how far did his prowess go?
And then with his usual temperance,
he lay the buzzing toy between my legs and against the wetness of the flesh of my sex. I gasped at the immediate sensation.
What the fuc…
It was unusual to experience hyper-arousal with someone in the room. When I masturbated, I was here or in my shower. When I masturbated with Ezra in mind, it was alone. I could get as loud or lewd in thought as I wanted because he wasn’t here to see it. Now, as the quickening traveled up my groin, I couldn’t help the onslaught of sensations that would only take me in one direction: up in orbit.
I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to fight my orgasm as long as I could. I was able to push it back twice by controlling my thoughts in the darkness behind my lids. In fact, the moment I thought I’d pushed it off again, I opened to show Ezra I was in control. But the moment my eyes slowly raked up and met the big ass bulge against his thigh, my pelvis bucked and I shattered into a million pieces as a forceful orgasm overtook me. My shoulders collapsed onto the bed and rocked with a frenzied vibration. My mouth opened to a silent cry. I couldn’t slow the movement of my head slapping into the mattress until my release slowed.
“How was that, beloved?” Ezra’s voice dropped to a tone I’d never heard. It was thick, sensual and contemptuous. Instantly, I was turned on again.
Then I was angry again.
When I could gather myself, I asked, “Are you done now? You’ve seen me shameful and helpless,” I panted.
Shame hooked me at the neck, closing off my ability to breathe. I tried hiding my face, but could barely hide my eyes.
Ezra softly shook his head. “Your punishment isn’t only being exposed at likely your most vulnerable time, but it’s also you coming until you’re boneless.”
I sucked in a breath, fucking shocked at his words. I tried to squirm to move the damn thing, but when it shifted, providing my swollen clit relief, Ezra bent to replace it. Having the source of his scent at a closer proximity sent off synapses in my brain that communicated with the muscles of my sex as it clenched greedily. I needed friction again. I wanted Ezra. I wanted to feel him inside me. Part of me wondered about the potential pleasure, the other wanted to be turned off by him so I could cut the charade I’d allowed him to rope me into. Helplessly, I found my pelvis rocking against the dildo, my orgasm climbing. This time, I strangely rushed toward it, brazenly rubbing my sex against the solid toy. When my orgasm tipped, I sucked in my bottom lip and bit it to the point of breaking skin.
Goddamn!
That one was more powerful than the one before it.
With heavy eyes in the middle of my orgasmic float, my lids parted slightly and I saw the relaxing of Ezra’s jaw and the loosening of the space between his eyes. His response to my climax made me blistering hot, turning up the notch of my bliss. My body rocked uncontrollably. When the tsunami turned into a spindrift and started to fade, realization of having my body maimed again by another hit me hard. I panicked.
“No more. I can’t do it again.”
I knew this because, even recently, when I tried to go for another, having him as the subject matter, my flesh was too sensitive to carry it out. I squirmed for relief from the buzzing apparatus, unable to endure another send off. The vulgar sight of my breasts bouncing in the air propelled me closer to the edge. I was forfeiting, my body succumbing to what felt good. As the pleasure grew in my belly, I could feel sweat beads break out on my forehead. I refused to beg. No matter how exhausted my body was, I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of pleading. Fuck that! But he was right here, watching me fixedly, unmoving. That thought hurled me into a third orgasm.
And when I heard faintly, “Christ… You’re beautiful, beloved. I’ve never encountered a more perfect being.” His words were delivered throatily and his eyes were wild with controlled lust. He was enjoying me being bound and helplessly coming for his sinistrous enjoyment.
“Ahhhhhhh!” gushed from my lungs as my hips thrusted in the air.
This fourth orgasm certainly rendered me boneless, but Ezra didn’t move to take it away. It still vibrated resiliently against my now dripping pelvis. I could feel the cool drenched area of the sodden comforter beneath me.
“Ez…” I tried from a parched mouth.
“Breathe, beloved,” he tried to sooth. “You can control the intensity if you calm yourself.” Then he grimaced. “We have to work on your stamina. You’re severely responsive,” he groaned and I didn’t hear an apology in his tone.
A swift chill undulated my spine and before I knew it, my right foot kicked out and toes curled.
“I ca-can’t do…another—”
My body shuddered from another orgasm. Pleasure shooting to some parts of my body, and pain through others. This was excessive. This man IS a damn beast! Ezra hadn’t embellished about that. I felt the first prickle of a slipped tear.
“Ezra!” I cried with squeezed eyes. “Please! No more!”
Less than seconds later, the buzzing stopped and my wrought pelvis collapsed onto the bed. When I was able to open my eyes, I caught Ezra leaving my room. I tried to wipe the skin above my lip, but my wrist was yanked back by the restraint I’d forgotten about momentarily.
Shit.
That’s when my spirit broke and the tears fell. At first they were mild streams of relief almost immediately turning into shoulder jerking sobs. I had no idea where the energy came from when the cry turned vocal—stifled boo-hoos, but certainly audible. I felt guilt, condemnation, and rebuke, oddly welcoming them all. I began to realize how reckless I’d been by drinking beyond the point of being able to feel my toes. I could’ve been taken advantage of, left myself open to be violated, and all for what? To feel what? To accomplish what? I felt total shame.
I didn’t realize Ezra had returned until I felt my left arm drop from its holding. Then his scent evaded my nostrils and I forced my lazy eyelids open to find him reaching over me to undo the knot from my right hand. I was too depleted to try and work the blood back into my hands, could feel the heavy pulse in my hands that matched that of my clitoris. He quickly worked his way down to my feet and when I was totally released he lifted me from the bed with practiced ease. I couldn’t think to ask where he was taking me before we entered my bathroom and I could hear the water running from the faucet of my tub.
Ezra angled my slackened frame so my feet could dip into the water.
“Is that too hot?” he asked softly while regarding me, pure chastity in his tone.
“No,” I slurred, too fatigued for dignity even. My decision was made incoherently. I couldn’t feel enough sensation to determine hot or cold. I could barely muster the strength to keep my eyes open.
Slowly, Ezra submerged me into the water, carefully laying my wobbling head by placing my neck gently on the lip of the tub. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing striated grooves in his forearms then quickly gathered my sponge and body wash, squirting the liquid gel and handing it to me.
“Beloved,” he whispered then cleared his throat. “As much as it would be my pleasure to do it,” his delivery was strained suddenly, “I-I can’t wash you. I’ve already put us in a morally hazardous place. I need you to try and clean yourself.” Oh, yeah…you think? By having me come all over the fucking place while you watched? “Here.” He took me at the back of my neck again, lifting me.
I grunted and yanked away from his gentle touch. My arms felt like bolts, lifting to touch my shoulders to start cleaning there. Ezra shot up from his haunches and stepped back to face the other side of the room, undeniable abashment etched into his toffee features. He rested his hands on his hips; the simple act broadened his already deliciously imposing figure. I rolled my eyes hard as I could to his back. It felt like rejection.
It took longer than usual, but I managed to clean my whole body. Then I paused. Almost on cue, Ezra asked with his face to the opposite wall, “Are you done?” his tone still gentle.
I shut my eyes and sucked in my top lip to brace myself. “I need my washcloth and soap.”
His neck jerked back at that, his eyes
on my face. “For what?”
I swallowed hard, feeling all the awkwardness one could when speaking to a clergy about washing your ass. “Because I need to wash my…private parts.”
“You can’t use the sponge for that?” he murmured in earnest. He had no idea, but apparently had scholarly knowledge in punishing women with multiple orgasms.
“No,” my voice cracked. I’d suddenly felt emotional again.
Then his entire beefy frame pivoted in front of the tub as his eyes quickly searched for the items. He handed them over to me.
“Thank—” I immediately caught myself and stopped.
What the hell was I thanking him for? How could he answer for being in my apartment in this capacity at this hour? This was all fucked up. What was crazy was how although I was pissed with him, an unidentifiable part of me wanted to protect him and that maniacal part was angry at him for putting us in this situation. Unless he’d done shady stuff like this before, this was absolutely scandalous. What was he going to do?
I lifted feebly to wash my sore vagina, wincing the entire time from the sensitivity of my flesh. And when I was done, I collapsed back into the tub. Seconds after my head thudded, Ezra was right there, craning me from the water. We were back in my bedroom in no time where he placed me on my feet, using his left leg to support me in case I fell.
“Can you stand alone?” he asked low in my ear, blowing his tempting scent into the side of my face.
I could feel my nipples hardening all over again and it wasn’t from the cool temperature. It frustrated me once again. How could I be so drawn to this man—a man at all? Who knew I could be so mystified by someone? I couldn’t deny how incredibly arousing it was to be reduced boneless by a man fully clothed in a collared shirt, suit pants and sexy ass dress boots while I was naked but for a towel. I just needed him out of my place.