In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 2) (5 page)

Then I felt cooling air blowing against my sex. That sensation had my body jerking from the aftershocks of a ravenous orgasm. I knew I had landed from a shattering release, but my body wouldn’t calm. Even in between Ezra blowing into my pussy, I shuddered uncontrollably.

What the fuck?

Was I going crazy? Why couldn’t I come down?

Then I was pulled up and placed on my feet. The movement was quick, but not uncomfortable, furthering my curiosity about just how much experience my husband had at the art of this kinky sex. He positioned my feeble body to face the large square ottoman.

“I’m going to lay you on your elbows and knees now. Do you understand, kitten?”

I nodded.

A quick smack landed on my ass with lighting speed. “While
you
don’t use many, we use words down here, beloved. I need to be sure you’re with me at every stage of this.” He spoke directly into my ear.

“Yes, sir,” I corrected, still coming down from that orgasm.

“Very well.” His intimate proximity didn’t help my landing.

I felt him guiding me down onto the furniture. I could use my knees freely to position myself comfortably on the cushion until I was on all fours with my ass in the air and left cheek laying against the soft fabric.

“You’re so beautiful…just like that,” he directed me with a hushed volume as I shuffled to calm myself. My anxiety appeared out of nowhere and tripled in seconds. “Give me a number, one to five.”

“Five, sir,” I grunted with heavy vocals.

“Very well. I am going to spank you now, kitten.”
Shit!
I snorted unexpectedly. For some reason that information was unexpected. When I thought that’s how he’d start down here and he didn’t, I’d forgotten all about the spanking part. My anxiety increased even more. “This time, to ensure you’re with me, you’re going to count each one. Is this clear?”

Was it?
Am I ready for this?
I’d just had a colossal orgasm; did I need more?

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

Hell yeah, I had to see this through. I wanted back on the inside of Ezra’s good graces. I wanted to get past this stale place we’d found ourselves in. I tensed, preparing for the first hit.

“Good, girl,” he praised. “I’ll be right back.”

What?

But he didn’t leave for long.

“I am going to use a calfskin flogger this time. It is more appropriate than the last riding crop. That was a bad call on my part. I apologize for that miscalculation.”
Ezra apologizing?
That oddly brought a bit of comfort. It humanized him. “What’s the safe word, kitten?” his tone uncompromised.

“Trinity, sir.” I felt more confident that time.

I understood his question and responded immediately.

“Very well,” he groaned.

STRIKE!

It hit without warning, and I leaped on top of the ottoman from the acute and unexpected pain. This one felt different from the last time I was down here. This one had multiple bites, small individual stings. He was definitely using a different tool.

“Count, kitten,” he urged demandingly.

Fuck!

“One!” I shouted.

I could take that. It was just a surprise hit; I thought he’d tell me when.

Then the second struck. It was on my right cheek this time, but
damn
! That stung.

“Two.” I counted, my breathing turned shallow.

That afterburn hurt less, but the hit was just unexpected. I had to do something. I needed to cope with the idea of my husband spanking me.

“Stay with me, Alexis!” Ezra barked. “No retreating. Embrace the sting. I promise it gets better that way.”

Okay!
I mentally shook my head. I had to see this through. It was the least I could do before I told Ezra to go fuck himself and packed all my shit for Harlem World again.

Harlem World…
I remember that time when Quashemma Wright walked up on me unexpectedly and smacked me in the back of my head on the playground. My neck jerked around to find what the hell was going on and when my eyes landed on her I saw blood automatically.

Then another strike from Ezra landed just below my left ass cheek. My arm instinctively lunged to swing unsuccessfully. That hurt like a bitch and I automatically went to retaliate.

“Count, beloved!” he shouted. “You’re retreating!”

That snapped me out of the room I found myself in. I felt the sweat sprouting from my skin, my body heated from fear and angst.

What number are we on?
I hesitated.

“Three!” I guessed, hoping I was correct.

When he didn’t respond I sighed internally.

The next one followed after a few moments. That hurt just the same…
But
… I let go of the tensing clutch I held my body in to bear the pain, feeling it caused more of an ache than the actual strike. That last one was followed by an immediate blanket of endorphins that warmed my body. I further relaxed, and my spine even spasmed at the teasing chill that ran through me. I found my back arching, pushing back more to invite another blow.

“Four,” I counted.

And immediately another hit my left cheek, almost dead in the middle of my cheeks, my face balled, squeezing against the bite. After a few seconds my back gave way to the spikes of pleasure I felt ebbing the sting.

Oh, no!

I was actually enjoying being spanked. By a man. My husband.

What the fuuuuuu—

And when he landed a strike over my sex…

“Five,” I moaned, more like croaked.

The sting he issued caused a vibrating sensation as my flesh jiggled for seconds after. When his firm hand grabbed me after that smack, he wiggled a piece of my ass and I convulsed when I didn’t allow the shock pleasure to take over. I fought to apply control. 

“Uhhhhh!” flew from my lips and my neck collapsed forward, my face smacking into the ottoman, unable to hide my excitement, anticipating the pleasure that trailed the acute pain.

Shit. This actually works!

“That’s it,” he cooed, and I could hardly hear him over the jolts of shooting, teasing pleasure zapping my entire body. It was surreal. I could feel the threat of panic at the discovery of this sensation. Who knew you could feel such pleasure in the aftermath of pain. I felt fucking high and…horny as hell! “Just let go and trust me to bring you pleasure you never knew, kitten
.” I did, didn’t I?
I mean, I was letting a man spank my ass…and loving it. I felt his hands rub against my pussy and my body jerked at that simple touch. “You’re where I want you,” he growled.

I heard the unfastening of his pants. I could pick up subtle sounds of his clothes being removed and tossed. I had no control over my throbbing core, hips swaying in the air. I groaned when I sensed Ezra’s absence. The heat of his proximity was gone. Then I heard a sharp mechanical sound, like a chain in motion. My heavy eyes popped open. Ezra’s hands were on me at the shoulders.

Quickly, I was pulled to my feet with his guidance until I faced him, and that’s when I saw it.

My weary eyes bounced between the hoister, hook and the ceiling where I’d essentially be hanging from. I recalled seeing that my first time down here.

What the fuck is Ezra into?

I couldn’t formulate the question fast enough because within seconds I was attached to a hook, lifted in the air until my legs wrapped around his waist. My arms still pushed my breasts together and again they rubbed against the light hairs of his chest, infuriatingly teasing. His eyes were slanted and mouth open as he grabbed my hips and swiftly plunged into my core. I swear by anything holy, my hips bucked, sex squeezed and I was coming all around him after his second plunge into me.

“Christ, Alexis!” harrowed from his lungs as he began pounding into me, intensifying my float. “You have to control it!” he shouted, scolding me for not being able to curb my excitement again.

I couldn’t care at the moment. At this time I was invisible, padded by bliss. Nothing could interrupt the celestial float I was venturing. Not until I came down and was met with his wrath.  

Ezra continued slamming into me. His plunges less controlled than usual and even though I was enveloped in ecstasy, a tendril of fear crept up my spine at the realization of him losing it. But fuck if that concept didn’t turn me on and I came again.

“Oh, kitten!” he croaked before his knees buckled and I could feel his cock growing even wider inside of me, his big hands clutching my spread hips.

His grunts were confirmation of Ezra releasing his hot potent seeds inside of me. And
oh, my god
, even that turned me the hell on! I was sick. I knew it. There was no question of it. I’d officially lost my ever loving mind for letting this man spank me, fuck me senseless, and then further delude me by climaxing inside of me.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Ezra quickly unclipped me from the hoister and carried my still quivering frame to the ottoman. I vaguely heard him mutter, “Stay still for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

I could hear his footsteps as he sauntered away. His absence gave me a moment to calm my body. I swear if this was a different scenario I would suspect Ezra of slipping me a damn mickey. My body wouldn’t come down, I could feel tingles from my orgasms and his impression inside and was still zinging with arousal at the same damn time.

This is crazy!

“You’re still floating,” I heard him rasp.

I was doing something; I heard myself purring like a crazy woman.

“
I
-I don’t know know—
Uh!
” I moaned when his fingers touched my sex.

“You’re still aroused after two orgasms,” he informed as his fingers rubbed against my gelled clit. “Two orgasms you didn’t ask permission for.” I heard the rebuke in his tenor. His fingers went around and around and around, and I grounded on his hands shamelessly. “Let’s see if you remember the protocol now.”  

I found my ass in the air circling behind me. I’ll be damn if I didn’t feel an orgasm coming over me in no time at all.

“
Ez
-sir!” I cried out.

“Yes, kitten?”

“I’m about to…” I couldn’t speak.

My body began to vibrate. Until Ezra withdrew.

“Ugh!” I cried, frustrated.

“You have to ask permission to come, Alexis,” he reminded.

I nodded my head in understanding. “Yes, sir.”

Just touch me again!

His hand returned and his two fingers circled my nub heavily and quickly. I arrived to the edge rather quickly.

“Permission to come, sir!” I informed him right away. I wanted no delay.

“No, kitten. Hold it,” he commanded softly, but didn’t stop his movements.

My hips froze, more in confusion than anything else. I didn’t understand. Why couldn’t I do what my body was inclined to do? Then his other hand reached beneath me and began rubbing my nipple. That prompted my hips to move again. It felt so good.
Ezra
felt so damn good. But why did I feel like a lab rat? Why was he testing me?

When I was close again I stopped my movements.

“Permission to come, sir,” I asked less urgently than before.

“Control it, beloved. Use your mind to hold off. When you finally let go it will be explosive,” he groaned.

Even that turned me on. I whimpered, wanting to cry.
What the fuck!
I couldn’t move my arms or shoulders and my hands started to go numb. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, but I took the time to think hard. In the meantime, Ezra’s movements on my nipple increased to the same speed as the one on my clit.

“Just focus on how much you’re pleasing me, your Dom, who wants to make you feel incredible, kitten. Focus on making me happy and your reward will surely come.”

I felt the sweat sprouting from my core, the tremble of my spine. All of this because I was holding off on releasing. I turned my head, switching the sides of my face to lay on. My knees began to burn from me altering my weight on them.

I can’t do this!

My belly started fluttering and my groin was going to burst.

“
Fuuuuuck!
” I screamed. “Permission to come, sir!”

I was angry and desperate. Could no longer play this head game!

“Mouth, Alexis!” He pinched my nipple hard. And just when I thought I would die from the contradicting sensation, he thrummed it and I entered a new realm of bliss. There was no way I could control my body at this point. “Come, kitten!” he commanded.

I let go and was engulfed by the most aggressive orgasm.
Shit!
These things had different personalities. There were levels to them! I cried like a maniac feeling sensations at every corner of my body. I jerked so violently that I lost control of my right knee and collapsed on the ottoman, shaking. My feet jerking up in the air, my shoulder movements resembling an invalid.