Page 101 of Kept

I’m so tired. Tired of always being the one to do the right thing, tired of holding back from what I want. And I know exactly what I want.

I want her. The others have claimed her, and tonight is my turn.

Enzo warned her that he wouldn’t let her leave us. I kept my own counsel, but silence in this house is tacit agreement. Tonight, she’s going to find out exactly how true that is.

Zella continues to breathe deeply as I roll her onto her front, loosening the braid and separating it into four sections. My hands are steady as they weave through the white-gold strands, drawing them into simple, tight braids that will work perfectly for what I have in mind. By the time I’m done, the braids fall past her ankles. Simple. Perfect.

Tonight isn’t about showing off. Tonight is showing her what it means to be owned by us.

A smile tugs at my lips as she lets out a snuffling sound, burying her face into my pillow. I tug at the thin straps holding her dress around her neck, watching them unravel and fall away from her skin like a perfectly unwrapped gift.

“Zella.” I say her name in a low voice, sliding my finger down the delicate curve of her spine. When she doesn’t respond, I slowly roll her over onto her back. My fingers curl into the edges of the sequinned dress and I peel it down, until her breasts and stomach are revealed to me. Her chest rises and falls in time with her soft breathing as I pull the dress down and past her ankles, tossing it over my shoulder.

Fuck. I never thought I’d have a somno kink, but fuck if she doesn’t make my mouth water. I change my mind about waking her up, wanting to see how instinctively comfortable she is to stay asleep as I work. Lifting her head, I work the braids free until I’m left with white-gold ropes to play with.

Holding her right ankle in my hand, I bend her knee up and lift her wrist, quickly tying a two-column tie that binds the two together with the first braid. I follow the same movements with her left leg, until she’s bound and open to me. Her pussy is wide open, vulnerable, and my cock’s so hard I have to take a deep breath to control myself, like I’m some fucking teenager on his first time.

I eye the final two braids. I have plans for those, but I need her awake.

Shucking the rest of my clothes, I climb onto the bed, settling my shoulders between her bound thighs. This close, I can see the slight puffiness of her slit from her adventure at the club. I stroke my finger softly down her center, and she twitches.

“Zella,” I murmur. Leaning in, I press my lips against her, savoring the tang of her and suppressing my groan in my chest. “Time to wake up.”

Final warning.

I drag my tongue through her folds, once, twice, and again. Then again, until I feel her stir under my hands. The gasping sound she makes as consciousness invades, as realization slowly sinks in, sounds like music.

Pausing, I sit up, running my hands up her legs and over the bindings. Zella’s eyes blink open, widening when she sees me.

“Maverick,” she whispers. She moves to sit up, only succeeding in rocking back and forth, and her eyes clear as she tugs at the hair tying her in place. “What… what are you doing?”

Taking my time, I climb up her body. Her breasts press against my chest as I lean in and capture her plump power lip between my teeth, tugging it softly. Her lips open under my silent demand, and I kiss her deeply, the way I’ve wanted to for fucking days.

It feels like coming home, like she was made to fit me, soft edges against jagged tears. She moans into my mouth, and I drink it down before I release her.

She takes a shuddering breath. “When you asked me to stay with you,” she whispers, “I thought you meant sleep.”

I brush my nose against hers, rewarded when she smiles. “I trust you no longer have those thoughts.”

“No,” she whispers, tugging at the bindings again. She looks down, following the trail of hair, and I have a moment of sheer, pure satisfaction as her whole body flushes, from her cheeks down to her breasts. “My hair!”

“Very useful,” I murmur, and she gapes at me. “I have a particular love for something called shibari, Zella. Have you heard of it?”

She shakes her head, and I smile. “I didn’t think so. Shibari is a form of rope play. It has many uses. Meditation. Relaxation…,” I pause, sliding my hand down her side and cupping her as her breath stutters. “Pleasure.”

“But my hair—,”

“Is perfect,” I say softly. “I knew it would be. But I’m not quite finished with it yet.”

She audibly swallows. “There’s more?”

“There is.”

She twitches when my hands slide under her armpits, letting out a breathless laugh when I pull her upright and she nearly topples over. When I pick up the ends of the final two braids, she glances at them and then gives me a look that Enzo would be proud of, if I was of a mind to let him in here to see it.

Which I’m not. Tonight is mine.

“Did you… braid my hair while I was asleep?” she enquires. A smile lifts the corners of her lips. “I didn’t know you could braid.”

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