Page 133 of The Need to Know

In record speed Ezekiel had undressed and was already waiting for me in the middle of the bed. He peered at the ties in my hand and came back to me curiously.

“Since you can’t follow the rules,” I said.

I went over to the bed and gathered his right arm and brought it to the bedpost and tied his wrist there with my first tie. Ezekiel watched as I rounded the bed and did the same with his left wrist.

Now the games could really begin.

I found the condom I’d stowed away in my purse and put it on him with expert skill. But we weren’t going to use it just yet.

I crawled up his chest until it was very clear what I wanted. “Anyone ever tell you you talk too much, Zeke?” Placing my hands on the top of Ezekiel’s headboard, I balanced myself as I sat on his face.

Oh. Shit.

As if to get back at me, he wasted no time in kissing me tenderly right where I needed it most. I rocked against his face, wanting him desperately.

Without hands Ezekiel pleased me deftly and I felt my eyes close as I threw my head back.

“Untie me,” he urged as he slowed his progression.

I was close. So close. But I would not let him take over. Grudgingly, I lifted off his face and pressed my body to his to where we were chest to chest. I brought my lips to his neck and gave it a lick. “Not a chance, Zeke.”

I sat on him, taking him inside me and feeling myself come closer to the brink as he stretched me out. I rolled my hips and let out a moan. Ezekiel wrestled with his constraints as his face twisted into pain and pleasure. I wined into his body slowly, to keep my orgasm at bay and to relish him as much as I could.

“Come on, Nas,” he begged as his head sank back into his pillow. “Please.”

Mmm. The sounds of his enjoyment brought me dangerously closer.

“UGH!” I cried out at the abrupt force of him. Ezekiel was moving his hips, thrusting deep into me, needing me to cross the line first.

Still wanting control, I fought back as best as I could, riding him with just as much vigor until my vision was blurred and I couldn’t feel my legs.

It hit me hard, sending me spasming as I felt him pulsate inside me.

Collapsing on top of his chest, I breathed out a contented breath. “Shit.”

Suddenly, Ezekiel’s right arm was around me, holding me in place. He had never been securely tied, but he’d held back just for me.

Sleepily, I looked up at him with the dopiest smile on my face.

I love it here.

It started with a toothbrush. And then it was a box of cereal. Next, on a pretty normal day, she presented me with my own key. We’d been eating dinner. She’d picked up some stuffed clams and scallops from the store and cooked us some asparagus to go with it. We were eating in her dining room, talking about her workday when she very casually slid me a key. We didn’t talk about it, but it felt natural.

The first time I used it was a Saturday evening where I came over after BLVCKJVCK. She was already in bed, and after a quick shower, I joined her.

A key was serious. A key was scary. A key meant something.

But we didn’t make a big deal of it.

No, a few weeks slipped by us and before long, my having a key was normal. Our carefully planned weekends were normal. My nights were hectic, but there was always time during the day.

Nastasia wanted to see a movie one Saturday evening, and after timing everything to a T, I took her to see the latest cop thriller-drama.

I was twenty-eight. Me at twenty-seven would’ve cringed and loathed everything about my relationship. There wouldn’t be a relationship. Now, I was twenty-eight and loved my routine. Having a woman like Nas. Nothing beat those Sunday morning lazy hours.

“Ready to eat?” I asked as we exited the theater after seeing the movie.

We were holding hands and Nas took her other one to tap her chin. “Can we swing by Zaxby’s?”