Page 21 of Merciless Obsession

“Yessir!” I saluted.

He frowned at me. I chuckled. “You and Emmet need to learn to smile more. You’re too serious.”

“I don’t think having to come out of my way to patch up one of my brothers because they kidnapped someone and can’t keep them under control is a smiling matter.” I waved him off.

“I’m fine. It’s a flesh wound honestly.”

He started to clean up. “What’s your plan with her?”

I looked toward the entryway of the steps in the foyer. “I’m not a complete monster; I plan on letting her go home soon. Although I do enjoy being able to see her face to face every day.” I stroked my chin, noting my goatee was growing out more than I would like. “Nazai wants me to keep her tight right now. I don’t know what he has planned, but I’m following his orders for now.”

Lucas paused. “I have some things to take care of, but I believe whoever she’s after is behind Adrian’s kidnapping.”

I stared at my brother but said nothing. Nazai always felt like Lucas was holding on to false hope when it came to finding his best friend who was kidnapped years ago, but Lucas refused to give up on her. He’d been searching for her since she was taken.

“She just vanished into thin air and after hearing Ziora explain what was going on, it makes sense. Guys like that are good at covering their tracks, and if she was trafficked, who knows where she ended up.” Lucas was more so talking to himself now.

“And if she isn’t alive?”

“She is,” he replied, his voice tight.

I wasn’t going to argue with him. Lucas refused to consider the idea as long as a body never appeared proving otherwise.

He finished packing up and stood. “When I have more time, I want to talk to her. I want to know everything she’s found about this operation.”

“Well I know where you can find her when you’re ready to talk.”

Lucas released a mild laugh and headed toward the front door with his bag on his shoulder.

After he was gone, I went to lock the door and set my alarm. It was a little after eight in the evening. Ziora hadn’t made a peep since I locked her back in her room. When I checked the camera she was lying in bed reading, that seemed to be what she always did if she wasn’t sleeping.

Spinning on my heels, I went back into the living room and pulled out my keys. Locating the right one, I unlocked the end table and pulled her phone out. I waited for it to power on and scanned her notifications. Her best friend Inaya had tried calling her a couple times and even messaged her letting her know she was on her way over and asking where she was, then why her phone was going straight to voicemail. I had replied as Ziora a couple times after studying how she texted to make sure I sounded like her.

The phone vibrated in my hand and Inaya’s contact popped up. It was a FaceTime. I debated on answering before declining and turning the phone back off. Ziora’s phone seemed boring, but knowing her I knew she probably had the important things hidden or they weren’t on her phone to begin with. Her pictures were minimal, she didn’t have a lot of contacts either. My little Bumblebee was a busy body but also a loner in at heart. Her emails were locked, and while I could have Emmet hack into them, I chose not to for now.

Tossing the phone back in the drawer, I locked it back then walked out of the living room, heading for the kitchen. I was growing quite bored so it was time to have some fun with my Bumblebee.

A couple hours had passed since Lucas left and now I stood over Ziora with my camera around my neck while she slowly started to stir. Grinning, I brought my camera to my eye, focused it, and snapped a couple pictures. Lowering the camera I watched her come out of the groggy state she was in.

She blinked a few times and her face scrunched up. Her tongue dragged across her lips and her eyes lazily lifted to my face.

“Wh-wha-what’s going on? What did you do?” Her voice was raspy. She wiggled on the bed but the silk ties I had her bound with kept her in place. Her eyes shot down to her bare chest.

“What’s this? How? Did you drug me again?” Her eyes flashed and she fought against the ties.

“I just want to play for a little bit.” I grinned, lifting my camera and snapping another picture.

Around the top and under her breasts I had tied silk red ties, trapping them between. Her hands were tied to each bed post along with her legs, so she was spread wide. She was in nothing but her panties.

She snarled at me and her nostrils expanded. Her eyes bounced around, pausing when she looked to the side at the water bottle.

“You put it in my water, didn’t you?”

I smirked. “You ask too many questions. No need to be angry, Bumblebee. I just wanted to admire you without getting harmed again.” I flipped my hand so the stitches were facing her.

“And you needed to strip me and put ties around my breasts for that?”

“Well you see, Bumblebee…” I released the camera and reached down, tracing her collarbone with my pointer finger. On each of her shoulders were more freckles. Not as many as her face and they were more scattered. “There’s something only one other person knows about me. One of my biggest kinks is tying my partner up and I don’t mean just simple ties either.” My smile heightened. “No, I mean turning my partner into art in the most complex ways. Now, how you’re tied up right now is simple, amateur work honestly. As our relationship progresses, we’ll work you up to more complicated holds.”