Page 55 of Merciless Obsession
“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 shutthe 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.”
