In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 2) (35 page)

Alexis inhaled and hocked, prepared to spit in my face. I grabbed her cheeks in an unforgiving grip.

“You must have lost your God-given cognitive process!” I whispered forcefully centimeters away from her flared nose.

And there it was again that split moment given to make the right decision. Those flash seconds of time one has to make a call. Several scenarios raced my mind, several could have resulted in quieted discontent, but a peaceful end to what turned out to be an unsuccessful day. But Alexis’ blatant provocation of my dominant nature had made the decision already. I had to address my wife effectively, and none of those options consisted of her ending this night without tears and yelps of correction. My dick bucked and I could hear heated blood rushing in my head.

“You’re topping from the bottom again, but if you insist, kitten.”

I tossed her over my shoulder and paced quickly to the basement door. After unlocking it, I plopped down the stairs hastily not caring about Alexis’ discomfort. I bypassed her kneeling pillow and tossed her directly onto the bed. Within the spell of seconds, I rapidly stretched her wide and captured her wrists in the handcuffs attached to the bedpost. As I leaped athletically to the bottom, working against her realization, I heard her gasp.

“Wait!” she shrieked. “I said spank me!”

By this time, I’d secured her left and cinched the strap around her ankle. She kicked her right foot wildly to prevent me from seizing it futilely. I caught it and bound it to the wide leather cuffs.

“What are you doing?” Alexis grunted, pushing against the restraints.

I backed away to the drawer of the cabinetry and retrieved a pair of shears. My blood pounded in my ears at this time. My mouth salivated, but I held on to the thread of control I could muster as I climbed the bed to straddle her. It took seconds to cut her bra from her chest and even less to do the same to her lace panties.

“I said spank me, Ezra! Get me the fuck out of these!” she yanked hard with her wrists and kicked violently with her ankles.

Her wild movements afforded the sight of her pink pussy, glistening with her undercurrent of emotions. Alexis had lost the mark between pleasure and pain. She had been anticipating pain and it aroused her to an extreme degree. I exhaled hard, my head meeting my shoulders. My kitten had arrived. She had been inducted into the dark world I’d been training her for. Here would be another lesson. I backed away, watching her squirm over the satin sheets like an erotic temptress. Like Yaroslav I, too, had old depravities that were difficult to overcome.

I went upstairs, closed the door and sauntered quietly into the kitchen. I pulled out a plate and fork and went about fixing my dinner. I ate at the dining room table alone as I pondered my next move. I struggled against my own rage as I considered how I’d fix this mess my father’s mistress had ensued on my household.

Marva and Precious had roped and netted Alexis to that meeting. It was Marva’s response to my warning to her at the First Lady’s Brunch. When my father proved powerless, she figured another way to retaliate.

Well played, Sister Graham.

Alexis I would handle soon enough. Her deliberate series of transgressions this evening had to be addressed. I could not have my wife believing another day that it was acceptable to bring hard liquor into our home, confront me in a non-private manner, with profanity, the use of violence, and without having all of her facts straight. She had already determined I’d plotted against her and designed a world of polygamy for her to live in. That was an incredulous accusation, but apparently empirical in her raging mind.

After I cleared my plate and had a full belly to act on, I cleaned up behind myself. I headed into my office, sat behind my desk and dialed the number to set in motion my next move on the board.

~Lex~

“What the fuck you coming in here crying about now, Lex?”

My mother shot from her recliner near the front door in the living room. I maintained a purposeful stride back to my room. My diaphragm in overdrive as I held my breath. I just needed to get to my room before I could break down. I hadn’t expected her in the living room at this hour.

“You heard what the hell I said, girl!” she shouted, now on my heels.

I had to face the music. There was no way I could ignore her. Plus, I was hurt and needed some semblance of allegiance; I needed to feel like someone had my back. I leaped backward to face her.

“Jamie and Tawanda tried to play me!” Unbidden emotions exploded, tears bursting unwillingly from my lids.

“How?” she asked lowly, twisting her neck as she crossed her arms at her chest.

She was already posing intimidatingly.

“Her cousin, Keona, from Brooklyn came through today. She supposed to go for bad. Her and Jamie got into an argument then she swung on Jamie and I jumped in. Keona tried to jump bad and I told her I wasn’t scared of her. She said she was gone slap the shit outta me and I told her to try it…” I used my sleeve to dry my face.

“And?” my mother asked impatiently, nostrils flared.

“Then Jamie gon’ say I need to mind my business before her cousin beat me up. I said she wish! And then Tawanda butted in saying I needed to shut up because Brooklyn go harder than Harlem World. I said, ‘not me.’ Then Keona started taking off her earrings like she wanted to fight. And Jamie started laughing, saying I was about to get my ass beat. Tawanda was jumping up and down, saying she couldn’t wait and started calling everybody over!”

I bawled my eyes out at the end, feeling good about getting it all out. Jamie and Tawanda were my best friends at the time. We spent countless nights at one another’s houses.

“And?” my mother screamed again.

Hardly able to breathe as I covered my face, crippled in pain. “And nothing. I came home. They ain’t my real friends.”

I heard the slap first then felt the blunt force to the side of my face before I fell into the wall.

“You shoulda whooped Keona ass first then Jamie then Tawanda! You a fucking punk now, Lex?”
WHACK!
“Rasul ain’t been locked up two days now and you in battles.”
WHACK! WHACK!
She pulled me up by my ponytail and met my face with an open palm. The pummelings came back to back all over my head, back, and arms because I wouldn’t uncover my face. “You never let no bitches double team you. You take them all down and show ‘dem not to fuck with you again! Now they gon’ keep coming!”

I didn’t know how many slaps and punches landed, because I’d escaped into my head at some point after she advised those last words.

As I lay on the oversized bed, bound by my wrists and ankles, all I could think was how I wished I could’ve articulated in that moment, with my mother, that I didn’t leave because I thought I couldn’t take Keona—she was way smaller than my giant height—but I ran because I felt betrayed by my closest friends. I jumped in to save Jamie and she turned around and flipped on me. Those years were hard as an unlearned child. I pitied myself for still finding myself being the recipient of betrayal. Now motionless on the bed, my diaphragm beat in a fit, face was wet with defeat. Weary, my mind running with how I should have cussed all of them the fuck out!

I’d been reeling from the betrayal, and that was reasonable. What was disturbing was my level of arousal from the moment the idea of Ezra spanking me came to mind up in the kitchen. Just like the first time he’d done when I’d flipped out on him, I asked him to do it. Shit, I begged him to—this time for different reasons. I did it because I wanted to rush past the period of pain to feel the pleasure that came as a result of the spanking. Ezra’s spankings were the only source of pain that could bring me immeasurable pleasure. I still hadn’t understood how this was possible; I had no one to discuss it with. Hell, I could feel the lubrication from my sex against my upper thighs under the aroma and of the room alone.

Another bizarre fact I’d realized was that he’d had the ability to betray me. I’d only known him just over six months and didn’t understand how I’d allowed him access to my core. Sex alone couldn’t have done that no matter how good it was. I also knew being down here brought an incredible sense of closeness to him. A closeness I’d found myself craving. Ezra made me feel needy. He had me seeking out his approval and looking forward to his praises. I hadn’t done these things since I was a kid, trying to behave in order to keep my mother mentally balanced.

That incident with Jamie and Tawanda felt no different than this issue with Ezra, Precious and Marva. I had agreed to this thing with Ezra only to have him turn around and leave me hanging, vulnerable to the vultures. All I could think in that moment was ‘
what could I do that would have me walking out of here unscathed
.’ I could have easily wounded them all with my words alone. None would dare lift a finger to initiate a fight. They were all too damn prissy for that. I could’ve taken them all, but the blinds being removed from my eyes regarding Ezra’s plans killed my spirit.

My left shoulder jolted as a ping shot from my groin. In less than seconds, my right repeated the same abrupt movement. Then all went still, and I swallowed hard. Another spike of pleasure, my pelvis lurched in the air. I struggled against sudden arousal, preferring my ruminative thoughts of chronic pain and betrayal. My nipples felt tight…deliciously hard at the apexes. Goosebumps spread from my neck down my arms to my fingers, descended from my neck to my breasts, and my legs shuffled against the slippery fabric. At the stirring of my core, my eyes burst open and I sputtered to breathe.

I realized I’d retreated some place in my mind when my vision cleared to him. Ezra was at the foot of the bed, bare from the chest down to the bottom of his swollen lower abdominal muscles. His pants were without a belt, unbuttoned, but zipped midway revealing a trail of jet black, silky, wiry hairs. His arms were folded at the chest, pushing his biceps and chest muscles forward indecently. The tips of his left hand gripped his bearded chin as he posed contemplatively with his eyes fixed between my legs. My eyes followed his line of vision and ears popped simultaneously. The motor hummed low, but the vibrations of the purple thunderstick—a powerful ass vibrator he’d used several times to strip me of all independent thinking—leaning against my sex was hardly faint.

And…
fuck
…

I was tipping an orgasm.

My pelvis bucked, body giving in to the pleasure. I didn’t want to succumb, didn’t exactly ask for this, and didn’t recall working up to it. But goddamn, I was so close. I bit my bottom lip and pushed my hips down on the bed. When my eyes rolled to the back of my head to allow the impending sensation to wash me over, the vibrating stimulation was gone. My eyes flew open.

Ezra stood there, holding the thunderstick in his hand as he gazed down on me expectantly.

As I tried catching my breath, I thought,
This again
…

Was that how he would ‘punish’ me after I checked him about his mistress who didn’t have to be a mistress but for their sick cult?

“Tell me what happened and I’ll let you come,” he rasped, authority laced in his tone.  

Feeling a burst of anger all over again, now from his ever-present cocky persona, my chest heaved viciously as my orgasm receded. After all the shit I’d uncovered today, he was still hung up on being cruel. I was being held, bound to a bed, in my home, against my will. I could play the game; I was still angry, boiling with venom. I could demand that he uncuff me so I could pack my shit and go; and I knew he would because as savage as I believed Ezra could get, I knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d never hurt me…maliciously. I could do lots of things to show him I’m not the chick to fuck with, because I wasn’t built to be broken—not even by his sick and twisted plan for my life. But I was tired, now unbelievably horny, but mostly wounded. I didn’t have the stamina to fight him the only way I knew to battle.

I licked my dry lips, willing my stubbornness away. Ezra’s big stoic build stood uncompromising. I wouldn’t come out of this thing unscathed.

“Marva stopped by the office this afternoon and so happen to run into me.” I licked my lips again, gaining my lungs. “She told me I should go to the Nurses Ministry meeting tonight. I finished my day, went and learned about the disgusting cult y’all got going over there,” I gritted, reclaiming my anger.

“Is that it?” he asked without emotion.

I rolled my eyes and pushed my head into my arm.