Page 12 of Merciless Obsession

“As much as I would love to devour your pussy with my mouth and taste your juices on my tongue, I know you could use a proper bath first.” I licked my lips. My tongue brushed over her lips.

For the past two weeks I had her captive, I made sure to come in here and give her a sponge bath, which was why she was only in a T-shirt with no panties. I packed a bag for her last week when me and Emmet were at her house. She had no idea that we had been in her house, searched her things, and I snatched a couple pairs of her panties to use when I thought about her at night. I would feed her when she didn’t fight me and I would be lying if I said I didn’t like her depending on me.

Her breathing grew heavier. “If I let you out these cuffs and allow you to shower, will you act right?” I questioned, still thumbing her clit.

The whole reason for me going after Ziora was to stop her from blogging about my family. Her revealing predators on her blog was a good thing, but my family was off limits. The momentI laid eyes on her, a desire I never felt slammed into me and I knew I had to have her. Each night I got off work and came into the room, I grew more and more attracted to her, seeing her sprawled out on my guest bed with no way to leave. She was the rabbit trapped by the big, bad wolf.

Moving my mouth lower, I kissed her chin, trailing her jawline then down her neck. Sinking my teeth into her flesh caused her to jump and release a sultry cry. I pinched her clit and her body trembled.

“Mhm, good girl.” I licked her skin before rising. The hand between her legs went lower and collected some of her juices before I lifted it, bringing it in front of me.

Ziora watched as I brought it to my mouth and sucked her essence as if it was my last meal.

“Mhm.” I licked my fingers then lowered them to her mouth. She didn’t have to be told what to do this time. Her tongue poked out and swiped over my digits.

My mouth curled into a satisfied grin.

“Do we have an understanding?” I asked as my heart pounded wildly in my chest. I picked my hammer up from the bed and stood.

She cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes,” she replied, her voice raspy.

“I hope you don’t disappoint me Bumblebee, because I would hate to have to go back on my word and hurt my toy.”

After tucking Wilma into my suit pocket, I went into my front pocket and grabbed the key to the handcuffs. Nazai was on my ass about what I was doing when it came to Ziora, and even though I didn’t care for him constantly questioning me, I knew I needed to get a handle on the situation. Ziora casted a cautious look at me as I uncuffed her and helped her up. She fought against me when I grabbed her upper arm and pulled her off the bed.

“Careful before you hurt yourself,” I warned her when she stumbled.

She glared at me and her lips pinched together.

I guided her out of the room and into my ensuite bathroom.

“You’re just gonna watch me shower?” Ziora kept her back toward me as she stripped out of the large T-shirt she had on. I scanned her back, appreciating the shapely, fit figure I was sure came from her kickboxing classes. It wasn’t quite an hourglass, but still her slim waist tapered into her semi wide hips perfectly. Her ass, rounded like a full moon, rested on her back, leading to her long legs and full thighs.

“I don’t trust you enough not to try something.” She looked over her shoulder. One of her brows rose as she watched me study her.

“Kickboxing has done your body well.” She pinched her lips together/ causing one corner of my mouth to raise.

“The fact that you think it’s okay that you stalked me shows you’re out of your damn mind and need to be locked up in a padded room.”

My smile heightened and I laughed. “You’re wasting water.”

I nodded at the running water in my standalone shower.

“Make sure you stay on this side of the glass.” She narrowed her eyes.

Steam rose and filled the inside of the glass. The way my bathroom was set up, my shower with the double heads was on the wall across from the opening. A few feet away, closest to the door, was my jacuzzi bathtub. Across from both were his and hers double sinks. Both had sandy toned porcelain tiles, giving simple, yet elegant, according to the contractor who designed it. The toilet was in a separate room from the rest of the bathroom.

Rolling her eyes, Ziora turned back to the shower and walked to it. Pulling the glass door open, she stepped inside.

Moving to the edge of the tub, I took a seat and watched as she moved under the water. Because of the steam I only saw her silhouette which was just as sexy as seeing the clear version of her. Unzipping my suit pants, I pulled my briefs down, causing my dick to pop out. It had been hard since I played with her in the bedroom. The more I watched her in the shower, the harder my dick grew. Precum spilled from the tip. Swiping it with my thumb, I used it to lubricate my length and stroke it.

“How did you know what body wash I used?” Ziora asked as she opened the shower door and peeked her head out.

Her eyes dropped to where I stroked my dick and her mouth parted.

I smirked. “You think I didn’t make sure I knew what my toy liked?”

She bounced her eyes between my face and dick. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.