He lifts his head and, looking straight into my eyes, he replies, “I read your diary.”
My diary? I feel a flame of embarrassment reaching my neck and spreading to my cheeks and the top of my head.
“Those were my most intimate thoughts.” It was for therapy, to help me give my emotions a concrete form in order to confront them.
I feel his body pressing me even further into the stall wall, as if he’s expecting me to run.
“That’s why I read it. I needed to know what you were thinking and feeling, your desires and fears. I still need to know, Sully.”
“No shit! I’m so embarrassed,” I whisper, avoiding his piercing eyes. He’s so infuriatingly shameless.
He pulls my head back and hisses right on my lips. “I fucking savored every single word you wrote. I jerked off every fucking day remembering your dirty dreams about me.”
“You did?” The thought of Ezra beating off while imagining me makes my heart miss a beat and my pulse race.
His hips are rocking slowly and forcibly against mine. “I will make all of them come true, Little Chick.” His deep voice sounds so tempting, compelling.
I let out a moan. Still, I can’t let this go. “Promise me you won’t read it anymore.”
“I won’t if you tell me yourself. You are mine, Sully, your thoughts, your dreams, your desires all belong to me.”
I still don’t want him to read them. But I do want to keep turning my fantasies into reality and I don’t know if I’m bold enough to actually describe them to him. Maybe letting him read my diary isn’t such a bad idea. No. What am I thinking? His nearness is confusing me. I feel so horny.
“Take me home,” I plead. “I want to scream your name when I come.” I try to use his obsession in my favor.
“Fuck!” he cusses. When he looks at me again, I know I won. Or did I? Wasn’t taking me straight home his plan from the start?
My stomach chooses that moment to grumble. “Can we grab some takeout?” I hazard. “The food smells so good here.”
He mutters something that sounds like, “I’m losing my fucking mind.” Before letting me down.
I can see how hard it is for him to put my desires before his but he still does it. Ezra can’t love me, but strangely, he makes me feel loved.
I gently run my fingers along his stubble and let my hand drop back to my side as I promise myself I’ll show him how grateful I am tonight.
“Crawl to me.” Ezra’s commanding voice makes me tremble all over with excitement and a light hint of anxiety.
He wasn’t bluffing when he said he’d make my kinky fantasies come true. Because here I am naked, wearing a full-body leather harness, with a choker around my neck and handcuffs on my wrists. It barely covers me from my neck to my thighs, where it ends in leg garters. Belts are crossing my back and torso—emphasizing my pecs, groin, and ass—with chains and metal rings.
Did I bite off more than I can chew?
I look at him from the threshold of the bedroom. And gods, he’s so hot sitting naked on the bed, legs spread, cock jutting proudly, wide chest out. He is the embodiment of lust. His darkened, penetrating gaze is eating me alive, like he wants to lick me from head to toe, taste my flesh, and chew on my bones. And I’m melting like a bar of butter under the sun.
“Come to me on your hands and knees, Little Chick.” His demanding tone is a bolt of lightning, zapping right down myspine. This is turning out more intense than I expected, but everything always is with Ezra.
My belly grows hot as I slowly drop to the wooden floor. It feels hard under my knees as I start crawling. My arms feel a little shaky. The leather belts around my thighs and back pull against my skin, making a crinkling sound as I keep moving.
“Fuck, you are a vision.” His growly voice makes me freeze for a moment. I gaze up at him, and from my lower position, he looks like a sexy, powerful king, waiting to dominate me. I don’t know when he bought this harness or how he knew my size, but I love it. I feel so kinky and empowered, seeing how aroused he is right now.
“I’ll hold off on the pain, because that’s not what you want.” I nod at his words. “What you want is to hand over the control of your body and mind to me, to feel overpowered and owned.”
He must have re-read my diary countless times since he’s using my exact words. I still feel a little annoyed by the invasion of privacy—of the hidden, deepest part of me—but at the same time, relieved by his total acceptance of me, turned on by his desire to make my fantasies come true, and nervous about failing my own expectations.
But he is right, all I want right now is to stop thinking all together and give myself to him.
I close the distance between us and reach his legs. My hands land on his knees as I push my torso up. The light hair tickles my palms as he spreads his legs wider. My mouth goes dry, and I feel momentarily stunned. I bite my lower lip. I can’t help but stare at his cock, the head shining with precum.
He groans, eyes on my lips. “I’ll pump every one of your holes full of cum and spit tonight,” he whispers, bending down.
