Page 29 of Merciless Obsession (The Bloodline #2)

ZIORA

I hated to admit that tonight hadn’t gone as bad as I expected.

The last thing I expected was for Ezra to show up at my house with a dress.

I knew when he mentioned us having a date he was serious, but I refused to make anything easy for him.

Dinner was amazing and the food probably ruined any other food for me.

It started off with me wanting to know what he learned, but further into the night I started to relax and enjoy the evening.

“I didn’t agree to a nightcap,” I commented when he parked in his driveway. I eyed his house and ran my hands over my thighs. I inhaled a deep breath and looked around. I hadn’t been to Ezra’s house since he took me home after kidnapping me.

He turned and winked at me before pressing the button to turn his car off and opening his door. I sat there frozen. This was the same house I was held in for almost a month. My chest tightened and my heart thudded behind my breasts.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Ezra was a lot of things, but I believed him when he told me he wouldn’t hurt me.

I wasn’t sure why he brought me here or what his expectations were.

When I used my toy last night, it just scratched the surface.

I couldn’t forget how Ezra’s lips felt on me or between my legs.

Eventually, during my bath, I envisioned it was his well- endowed third leg moving in and out of me.

The first time I saw his dick I was shocked.

I had learned a lot of time that the cocky guys didn’t have anything between their legs to brag about.

The door opened and the brush of cool air caused my eyes to snap open. I looked over and Ezra was holding the door, waiting for me to get out.

If anything I could scratch an itch tonight and then be able to put sex with Ezra out of my mind.

I grabbed my crossbody from the floor between my legs and unbuckled my seat belt before climbing out of the car.

The coat I had on did little to warm my body. Ezra grabbed my hand and led me to his front door.

“I’ve been waiting to have you back at my house, but this time in my bed where you belong,” Ezra mentioned before unlocking the door.

When we stepped inside I couldn’t help but take a look. It seemed like forever since I was last here. Ezra had a beautiful home. It was big for one person, but it didn’t feel lonely or cold. The heat was blaring, offsetting the coldness from outside. I unzipped my coat and shrugged it off.

“Do you want a proper tour this time?” He raised a brow at me.

I shook my head. “No. I just want to go to your room.”

He flashed a crooked grin. “Then let’s go.”

He locked the door, then grabbed my hand, leading me to the steps.

Last time I was here I didn’t pay much attention to his bedroom the one time I was in it.

When he pushed the double doors at the end of the hall open, I was in awe once the lights were on inside.

The room was huge. My bedroom and office combined if I had to guess.

He had a large bed in the center of the room with four black thick posts and it sat high off the ground.

The sheets on the bed were red and the comforter was black.

A red chaise sat at the end of the bed. He had a fireplace on one end of the room with two large black chairs near it.

It was safe to say what his favorite colors were.

I stepped deeper into the room. A large, flatscreen was on the wall across from the bed. Under it was a black dresser. I zeroed in on the camera resting on top of it.

“Spacey,” I commented, walking to the chaise and taking a seat.

“Yeah.” He walked toward me and kneeled. I watched as he grabbed my feet and worked on unstrapping my heel.

“I’ve enjoyed our night so far. How about you?” He lifted my leg and kissed from my ankle up to my calf before kneading it gently. Swallowing hard, I sank my teeth into my bottom lip.

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he spoke again. “I’ve missed your smell.” He kissed my shin then released my leg and went to the next one. His warm breaths brushed across my skin. “Tonight I want to do something special. Is that okay with you?” He worked on unstrapping the other shoe.

“You’re asking me as if I have a choice.” My voice was now airy and my breathing heavy.

He chuckled lowly. “I’m glad you’re starting to see how this works. I promise you’ll enjoy it though. Don’t worry.”

There was so much I could say, but when Ezra pushed my legs open and moved between my thighs I felt my nerves tremble. Blood rushed to my head and my heart thumped erratically. His nearness was overwhelming.

“Ezra.” I grabbed his shoulders and gripped them tightly. My breathing was shaky, stomach jittery.

“I need to use the bathroom!” I lied.

He sat back on his haunches and smirked.

“Right through that door.” He nodded.

I popped up, making sure I grabbed my purse, and hurried across the room. As soon as I was in the bathroom, I quickly shut the door, locking it behind me. My back pressed against it and I took a few breaths to slow my racing heart. My eyes roamed the bathroom. I’d forgotten how nice it was.

I went to the counter and placed my purse on it, opening it. Locating my pill bottle I stared at myself in the mirror for a second before uncapping it and tossing one in my mouth. Closing my eyes I lowered my head and pushed out a deep breath.

I couldn’t explain why I was so unsettled when it came to Ezra.

No matter how much my body caved to him, my mind was always overthinking.

It was like a back and forth battle. I had long mastered how to manage my anxiety and cope under pressure, but when Ezra was around all that went out the window.

I was supposed to be playing him to get on his good side and use him and his family.

I had to stop letting him see me so unbalanced.

After flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I fluffed my curls some and gave myself a pep talk before leaving the bathroom.

Back in the bedroom, Ezra had stripped down to a wife beater and a pair of briefs. He sat on the chaise, looking through his camera.

“When are you going to tell me what you learned?” I asked. I walked over to the dresser, my feet sank into the soft carpet. I never felt carpet so soft. I set my purse on it then turned to face him with my arms crossed.

“Soon. Soon.” He lifted the camera, brought it to his face, and took a picture.

“Ezra!” I tried to guard my face.

“No need to be camera shy, Bumblebee. It loves you and you were made for it.” He flicked another photo.

Ezra stood up. It was then I noticed the yellow bright ropes. They were on his lap at first but now in his hand.

“What are those for?” He turned and set the camera down. His eyes searched me.

“Strip,” he demanded, his irises dark and dilated, voice husky and sultry. His dick rested like a log behind his briefs.

A shiver shot up my spine. Licking my lips, I did as he said, slowly pushing the straps from my arms then shoving the dress down until I was only in a thong.

Ezra flashed that signature smug grin.

“Come over here, climb on the bed, sit in the middle, and face the bathroom door.”

Goosebumps flooded my arms as I slowly walked to the bed. My stomach swarmed with butterflies. Their wings fluttering a million miles a minute.

I climbed on the bed, feeling extra exposed.

“Now it’s time for the fun.” He walked around the bed and grabbed my left leg, resting my arm on top of it.

My skin prickled at his touch. He wrapped the rope around my wrist and ankle and knotted it.

The rope was surprisingly soft against my skin.

It was shiny too, which made me believe it wasn’t regular rope.

“Wait, what is this?”

Ezra repeated the motion, this time around the top of my calf and crease of my arm. “This is bamboo bondage rope. It shouldn’t burn or irritate your skin.”

“I didn’t agree to be tied up.”

He flicked a look at me then went to my right side to do the same thing. The air suddenly was electrifying. A hot ache grew in my throat.

Before Ezra I had never been tied up before. It seemed to be his thing. The bulge in his briefs grew. Moving in, Ezra pressed his lips against the front of my shoulders as he secured the final knot.

“Normally I would use bandages, but I had to see my ropes around you again.” He kissed my skin again, causing the area to heat.

My body was arched forward. Pussy on display. I had never felt so seen in my life.

Ezra stepped back and boldly raked me over. The smoldering flame in his eyes caused fireworks to explode inside me. My heartbeat kicked into overdrive.

“Beautiful.”

I wasn’t sure what he had planned next. I couldn’t read him outside of knowing he was turned on.

My skin flushed as fire penetrated my veins.

Ezra moved to grab the camera before coming back in front of me.

“Ezra, no. No pictures.” I panicked, wiggling around. I felt foolish by how I was tied.

“It’s fine. No one but me and you will ever see these. Just relax and look at me.”

Blinking slowly I tucked my bottom lip into my mouth and attempted to glare at him, but by the look on his face that wasn’t what landed.

“Fuck, just like that.” The sound of the camera going off caused every nerve and atom to buzz inside me.

“You should see how flushed your face looks right now. Your freckles pop so much more when you look like this.” He changed his angle and messed with the lens before taking another picture.

“Open your legs just a tad bit more. Let me see that pretty pussy, baby.” Lust danced in the pit of my stomach at his crude words. Pleasure burned between my thighs.