Page 22 of Allured (Love and Burlesque #1)
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
EZEKIEL
Once a brat, always a brat.
“ I ’ll admit I’m not much of a reader, Ez. Care to share with the class, professor?” Alek’s lips turn upwards in challenge, but I can see the heated amusement in his expression.
Work kept me busy for the majority of the morning. I would have loved to stay in Alek’s clothing all day but I had to change into something more appropriate for a lunch conference call. After finishing my work duties I found myself with ample time. Time that I used to read a few queer romance novels to try to wrap my mind around my newfound attraction.
Through my evening reading, I discovered that the role of the dominant intrigues me the most and I’m eager to put my newfound knowledge into practice. In my limited experience, I have always been aware I required a certain kind of control but had never been fascinated enough to truly research.
“This novel, specifically, is about a dominant and submissive relationship between a physical therapist and his athlete patient. It goes deeply into the intricacies of BDSM and the forbidden aspect of their relationship. Quite riveting.”
Reflecting on previous encounters between myself and Alek, it is my theory that he is closer to the submissive side, as bratty as he may be about it. My cock twitches in my pants at the thought of putting the theory to the test. Since I was unable to avoid thinking about it for the majority of the day, I am determined to find some answers tonight. It is certainly odd, how every facet of my being, even sides I wasn’t previously aware of, ache for Alek.
“Fuck, this is the hottest book review I’ve ever heard.” Alek shifts on camera and more of his costume comes into view. There is a tease of shimmering straps and I twitch in anticipation to see more. Thankfully, he is blessing me by keeping the angle lowered so I can keep admiring the bit of costume. However, I suspect that he has his motives behind the kind gesture.
“If this is truly a lecture, it is outright uncouth to interrupt the professor, isn’t it, Mr. Delgado?” My eyes narrow at the man on my screen.
“Yes, sorry Sir .” Alek bites at his lower lip, a teasing smirk gracing his features. Even when he’s provoking me, he takes to my instruction so beautifully. Responses like this do nothing but further confirm my theory.
“A good little listener, you are.” I praise. I don’t miss the quick shutter of his eyes as I address him.
“As I was saying, I was intrigued by the dynamic of both sides, but I will say the role of dominant seemed to further awaken something in me, not that I’m opposed to experimenting. I have never given sex much thought other than it being something that was enjoyable, and at times felt somewhat necessary. With you though?—”
I pause for a few seconds. Partially to gather my thoughts, and partially to see Alek’s desperation grow. “—with you I find myself wanting more.”
Alek’s hazel eyes shift on the screen. I can see he is taking time to process his thoughts and I am patiently waiting for his response to my revelation.
“Gonna be honest, Ez,” Alek begins, and I gently set my book down onto my desk before nodding in encouragement for him to continue.
“My training, my cooking, my dancing… it’s all precise shit that I’ve gotta be in control of.” There is a nervous pitch to his voice as he drags his hand down his face. “I’ve never been with anyone that I feel comfortable losing that control with,” Alek pauses and I feel my breath pause with him. “But I’m willing to try with you, Ez.”
Relief is visible on my face as I glance at the bottom corner of our video call. I have never had many qualms about speaking my mind and expressing my desires, but with Alek, I find myself hanging on his every word in response.
“I have only had the desire to explore this with you ,” I admit.
The noise of a quick breath fills the empty space, though I could not tell you if the breath was mine or Alek’s.
“Well damn, let me get my explorer hat and let’s go,” Alek replies.
“Why would putting on more clothing help with this kind of exploration?” I purposely respond to his joke. One of my favorite pastimes has become teasing this man right back.
“What, you don’t want me dressed up? Don’t think the hat will go with the rest of my outfit?” Alek pouts on screen before trailing the camera down, and down, and down.
Any quip I had planned flies out the window as I see gorgeous, olive muscled skin on my screen. His abdomen still glistens and whether it is from sweat or the copious amount of glitter this man wears, it entrances me all the same. When the camera reaches his waist, I observe silvery straps of a costume across his torso, overlapping and connecting in intricate patterns astride his defined muscles. It comes to a conclusion worthy of applause, the lower straps of this godforsaken costume tracing the v—shape of his hips like a beacon leading to his cock.
“You are certainly lucky that I am not there.”
“Uh, I think that makes me the opposite of lucky, angel.”
“No. The costume would meet its demise in my hands, Aleksander. What I wouldn’t do to peel the bejeweled straps off of you. While I am a patient man, I promise that anything keeping me from your beautiful body would be torn to shreds. Do you understand, baby?”
The camera is still angled down so I get an eye full of Alek’s abdomen, but the man’s face is nowhere to be seen. Though, I don’t need to see his face to gauge his reaction. I note that his muscles are rippling quicker, his breathing sounding more rushed through the speaker of his phone.
“ Fuck, I understand,” he groans as his hips shift upwards slightly, revealing the waistband of his black sweats, which graciously settles below the bulge of his covered cock.
“Now…” Moving behind my desk, I make a show of pausing as I sit down on my office chair. My phone rests on the bottom side of my briefcase, angling the camera so that Alek can see my leisurely recline. My thighs spread wide in invitation.
“Show me the rest of your pretty lingerie, baby,” I demand. Alek makes it easy for me to demand such things when he is so wanton and willing. The simple fact makes my head dizzy in the same magnitude that my cock grows heavy.