Zella's Hobby

[5 years ago]

Zella was constantly playing with daggers while their parents were away. She rolled it in her thumb, doing somersaults, but she isn't getting it too well. Zella sat down at the hallway's corner, figuring out how to rotate it all the way, but no matter what she does, it still flopped down on the floor.

Zella nearly got wounded by the dagger, and before she can even hide her fear on the sharp tip, someone came, and the sound of footsteps was familiar. Her mother, Paige, rushed up, holding countless of grocery bags.

"Zella!" It's the tone she didn't like the most. Paige retrieved the dagger from the floor, threw it on the trash bin, and Zella hissed.

"Mom, why did you throw it out?" Zella couldn't help but to scream, too. She stood up from her place, and faced her mother. Whenever her mother showed a little worry to her, she got disgusted.

Paige reprimanded, "Do you know how deep that dagger can cut through your skin? You're already 17 years old, but you act like a fool!"

Zella put her hands on her hips. She scoffed, "Me? I'm a fool?"

"Yeah! Why wouldn't you go to your bedroom and study your assignments?! Why are you playing with knives?!" Zella couldn't help but to scrunch her nose whenever her mother lectured her. She's not a kid anymore. She knew how to handle the knife perfectly, but she still has to study behind her back.

Paige stood up, lifting her chin, and crossing her arms over her chest. She isn't even aware she's holding her daughter in the neck, and she's getting suffocated with every rule she implemented inside the house.

"Why are you doing those senseless hobbies of yours? You're not going to get money from playing with knives! Your Tempus Moneda might run out if you slack off in the house for just a day! Try to figure out how you can help your father to raise our values!"

Paige's neck veins throbbed in vain. Zella knew she didn't do anything right. In their eyes, it's always the wrong. She's the eldest, but they regarded her as worthless. It was too painful to accept your parents think of you that way… when they're the ones responsible to treat you fairly and just.

Still, they let you hit the rock bottom, and they're unaware of it.

Zella was tired of keeping up with their family's pace, and it's all because of her mother.

"You threw me in a pit of rules and expect me to change my life by obeying it? I have my own life, too, Mom. And I'll do whatever I want with my body, with my mind, with my lifetime," she retorted. It's not the first time she answered back to her mother.

Those times she did… Zella made sure she doesn't sound disrespectful.

Paige knuckled her fists, waiting for her to add further.

"I want to train knives, and I want to deal with it for myself, and not for you, or father, or sister. I have a lot of wish in my life, and don't bother about it anymore. If I wanted to do something, just be happy with."

Zella glared at his mother, walked past ahead, and picked up the trash bin. She retrieved the dagger in her hand. Paige bawled out once again, commanding her daughter, "Put it down, Zella!"

"NO! I'm not going to do that!" Zella shrieked.

Zella went away to their apartment, slamming the door tight.

…

[Present time]

They both lay down on the couch while the lights were still turned off. Leo hugged her waist while Zella soothed the side of his head. They're both naked, tangled on each other's bodies, like they don't want to get separated.

Zella stayed awake, while Leo's breathing deeply on her shoulder, sniffing in her scent. Silence is their companion for now.

Hearing the horn of the cars down the highway, Zella whispered, "What are your hobbies, Leo?"

He slowly opened his eyes, tugged her closer, and breathed, "Why are you asking?"

Leo buried his face at the nape of her neck. Zella pulled away an inch, meeting his eyes. She pressed further, "I want to know the things you like and some of the things you disliked. Is it something not worth to know?"

Zella caressed the back of his hair. Leo drowsily closed his eyes again. Whenever Zella touches him, he got comfortable right away. He wanted to feel her chest as his home, and whenever he did, Leo doesn't want to lose Zella's comfort.

"No, I was just… I wanted to sleep in your arms," he grunted. As soon as Leo said that, his hands traveled up, holding the side of her mountains, close to squeezing it. Zella didn't even feel ticklish at all.

It warmed him up to the most possible excitement she had ever been in. It's Leo's presence and his touch, his steady arms, and his fruitful lips molding to hers like a crust on a pie.

"Say it to me while you squeeze my breasts."

Leo was just waiting for permission, and as soon as she does, he placed his palms at the top of her nipples, and squeezed it. It made her tummy contract on its own. Her breath voluntarily gaped, like her breath has enough gaps to fill in.

She bit her bottom lip as Leo hissed.

"H-how can we talk when you're doing that?" she whispered, wanting more of his touch. Leo stood up, rested one of his arm at the base of his skull, and look down at her. He looked eviler with those dark gazes.

Zella underestimated the ability of a wicked billionaire on making her aroused.

"We can talk while we're doing something, right?" he teased. Leo traveled his fingertips right at the areola, and rubbed the nipple. Zella doesn't know why, but it already made her cum.

Slowly, and sensual, but then, Leo halted, and leaned down on the side of her ear.

"One hobby of mine is to make you wild, my wife." It was just a dapple of his breathing, but she liked it, certainly. Zella chuckled, fastening her arms around his waist, letting him stay on top of her.

Leo stood up on two arms, in a push-up position, and smiled cheekily on her. It's enough to make her feel safe, to prove that he's being honest with everything he says. He never lied to her, and she's living as his wife.

"Want to find out the rest?" Leo challenged.

Zella lifted one eyebrow. "What's the condition first before I find out?"

Leo smirked, darkening his gaze, and murmured in a seductive voice, "One kiss equals one hobby."

Zella trailed her fingertips down his arms, beaming a little. When she met his eyes, Zella voluntarily raised her head to meet his lips. She planted it straight up, and they didn't even feel awkward. Both of them are used with the scent and touch of each other.

She separated for a while, and tapped his lips crazily. Zella uttered, "There, one kiss."

Leo tipped down, planting a warm kiss. Zella didn't respond, as she had to have answers.

Leo closed his eyes, leaned onto her forehead, and commanded, "Dress up. I'll show you what my hobby is."

As he humped down from her hips, Leo stood up quickly, like their intimate moment didn't happen a second ago. His knees didn't even wobble, like how Zella turned into that first night.

She guessed he liked many women before her.