Page 129 of Merciless Obsession
I lay in the middle of Ezra’s bed in a wine-colored lace lingerie set with garter belts. The deep V halter neckline caused the top of my breasts to be on full display with bows at the end of the thin spaghetti straps. In the center was a corset style cut and the sides hugged my waist and cut into an upside-down V where my belly button was. It was backless and the matching thong covered the front but had a slit where my clit was with a bow at the end. I was surrounded by Polaroid pictures of myself, my version of a boudoir shoot, and I had red ropes laying over me.
I’d never done anything like this before and it took every ounce of courage for me not to back out. I made sure to leave The District early so I could beat Ezra home to get set up. The lights were off but I had a ring light pointed on me and a R&B playlist played on the Bluetooth speaker. Over the bed I hung a “Happy Birthday” banner.
Ezra was now in the room. He stood by the door watching me. My heart became stuck in my throat. I attempted to swallow it back down as I hollowed my cheeks around my sucker.
Ezra slowly made his way toward the bed. He wet his lips and stopped at the end. His eyes ran over me, blooming with dark hunger. His mouth twitched. He gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. Ezra continued to undress without saying a word. His dick was as hard as a missile, pointing at me. He gripped it with his large hands, squeezing, then moving his hand up to the tip, swiping his thumb over it.
Pulling the sucker out my mouth I pushed off the bed and crawled to the end of the bed. My eyes were focused on Ezra as I moved in and flicked my tongue over his tip. I grabbed the base of his dick. His hand left his dick and went to my hair, that was down and gripped it tightly. I moaned and circled his tip with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. The salty taste of his precum hit my tongue. My nostrils flared and I bobbed my head, taking him deeper.
Ezra grunted and moaned, forcing my head down until he hit the back of my throat. Relaxing it and pushing breaths through my nose, I swallowed him with ease, loving how he filled my mouth. Gagging a couple times, my mouth grew wetter and my mind cleared.
“You’re so goddamn sexy,” Ezra groaned huskily. “Happy fucking birthday to me.” He pumped in and out my mouth.
I moaned and between my legs leaked with my essence. The lust in his eyes grew. My nipples were hard as diamonds against the soft material covering them. By the time Ezra released down my throat, I was seconds from cumming myself.
He yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. With his free hand, he swiped the mix of drool and semen drippingout the corner of my mouth with his thumb and pushed it back into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and sucked.
“I love seeing your lips swollen and heavily used. The Prince is highly satisfied too.” Ezra leaned over and took my mouth forcefully. He kissed me with so much dominance I felt as if I was gonna suffocate. His kiss had me feeling like I was floating. Blood rushed through my head and my scalp prickled. Pulling back, his nostrils flared as he gazed into my eyes.
“You did all this for my birthday?”
Wetting my lips and fluttering my lashes, I nodded. His mouth curled into a brash smile. “You even wore my favorite color.” The smokiness in his tone made goosebumps flood my arms. His eyes shifted and he reached down, grabbing one of the photos and bringing it to his eyes, examining it. I whimpered when his hold in my hair tightened.
“As much as I love how you look in these photos and can’t wait to add them to my collection, I’m not happy that you allowed someone else to see you like this.”
The photos were of me in another lingerie set. I switched between two different ones. While I kept my thong on in all the photos, some were braless. Some I was on a bed staring upward, covering my bare chest with my hands. Others were from behind with my ass on full display. Then some were just of me in my lingerie. Me and photos didn’t get along but even I could admit I looked good in the pictures. After googling how to edit photos, I made small adjustments to them to make them black and white, which I think made the pictures look better and more seductive.
“Inaya helped me,” I explained, my throat slightly sore and voice scratchy.
He studied my face for a second before going back to the picture. He flipped it so I could see. My body flushed. It was the one of me squirting whipped cream in my mouth while on my knees. It was actually Inaya’s idea. When I first told her myamateur photoshoot idea, she jumped at the chance to help me. That was more of her lane since she didn’t mind photos and had even done some minor modeling in her late teens for money.
“Mhm, I guess I can accept that. Since you two are practically sisters.”
He licked his lips and leaned down to swap the photo with another.
“You can tie me up,” I whispered, ignoring the cartwheels happening in my belly. “However you want tonight. I won’t complain or turn you down.” My pulse grew more intense. I was nervous and excited at the same time.
“Oh, Bumblebee,” he whispered. “So fucking perfect.” Dipping his head again he kissed me passionately this time, causing my toes to curl and a moan to escape my mouth. He reached for the sucker that was almost gone and still in my hand, then turned and tossed it in the garbage can near his door.
“I got the perfect position for you,” he said when he got back to bed. He scanned me. “Lay on your back,” he commanded, moving to the head of the bed.
Doing as he said, I waited for his next move. He picked up the rope I provided and ran it through his fingers. “You pay attention to details,” he muttered.
Grabbing one of my hands, he lifted it and tied it to the bedframe. My heart pounded. Next, he reached down and grabbed my leg, lifting it.
“Is this uncomfortable?” My ankles were a couple feet from my hands.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Good.” He used another tie around my ankle then tied it to the same post. It was a bit of a stretch but I said nothing. My eyes followed his movement as he walked around the bed, doing the same to my other arm and leg. I was spread wide, hiding nothing.
“Fuck, I gotta capture this.” He moved to his dresser and grabbed his camera. Coming back to bed after messing with it a couple times, he lifted it to his face. My chest rose and fell quickly as he stood above me, snapping pictures. Heat scattered throughout my body. I swallowed thickly and balled my hands into fists.
“Since you did all this for me tonight, I want to reward you.” His voice came out smoky and thick with lust. “If at any point you feel like you need to be untied, just say red and I’ll release you.”
Again, I thought my heart was about to lurch out of my chest. This was the first time Ezra provided a safe word for me. The thought honestly never even crossed my mind. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or more nervous.
He set the camera down on the nightstand, then opened the drawer, pulling out a remote. My brows furrowed and my lips pressed together tightly when the sound of moving walls filled my ears.
