Page 69 of Total Obsession

“I think you embarrassed him,” I remarked, a little worried about my co-star.

Axe moved into my space, standing in front of me and lifting my chin so that I couldn’t look away from him.

“I will never let anyone disrespect you,” he said, his tone intense. “He’s lucky all he got was a bit of embarrassment.”

He pressed a kiss to my lips and even though there were cameras snapping around us, the entire world faded away as I felt his warmth surround me.

He finally pulled back, and I smiled at him. “There’s my pretty girl,” he whispered.

Finally, we made our way into the theater after the commotion outside had died down. I was thankful for the darkness of the room after all of the flashing cameras. Axe and I sat down in our assigned seats and waited for the next half of the evening to start.

The lights were dimmed even further, and a hush came over the room. No one came onto the stage and people started to murmur about what could possibly be going on.

Finally, someone came out onto the stage. "Um, apologies," the man dressed in all black, clearly a stagehand, said, "but we're having some trouble locating the director, Matt Galliway. He was scheduled to come up and say a few words."

I turned to Axe and realized that I hadn't seen Matt the entire night. "Have you seen him?" I asked Axe, who shook his head. A buzz around the room indicated a number of people were asking the same question of those around them.

"We'll go ahead and get started now," the stagehand said, all but running off the stage as fast as he could.

The screen lit up and the first episode started to play. The crowd quieted down, and I looked over at Axe, still concerned. "It's not like him to miss something like this," I said. I tried to look around to see if I could spot Miranda. "Maybe Miranda knows."

Was it possible that she had seen him? Miranda and I hadn't been on friendly terms at all since the Thanksgiving incident. It had actually become very difficult to film the rest of the first season because on-screen she and I were supposed to be best friends. Off-screen, that had become far from the truth.

Axe quickly grabbed my hand and squeezed it. He leaned over and whispered, "you're the star tonight. Don't worry about anyone else but yourself," he said.

I turned back around in my seat and nodded. He was right, after all. It was on Matt for missing his own premier.

About ten minutes into the episode, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I looked over at Axe with wide eyes, but he was just staring forward, acting as if he hadn't the slightest idea what was going on.

He obviously did, though, because the little device inside of me had suddenly sprung to life and its first jolt had been rather strong. He'd backed it off somewhat, but it was all I could do to sit still at the moment.

I tried crossing my legs, but that didn't help. In fact, it only made a smile cross his lips and resulted in the device being turned up higher. My head lolled back in my seat momentarily, and Axe used the opportunity to lean over and whisper into my ear.

"Better sit up straight and behave, otherwise everyone in this theater is going to realize that you're about to cum where you sit because you're my dirty little fucking slut."

The smallest of whimpers left my lips, and he raised his eyebrow at me. I bit my lower lip and lifted my head up, trying to straighten out my dress and act like I wasn't the least bit bothered.

The reality was that I was extremelyhot and bothered.

Over the course of the episode, the vibrations increased and I could feel the wetness accumulate between my thighs. My anxiety increased about whether Axe was right and when I stood up, whether people would be able to see that I was basically dripping with arousal.

Not only was my pussy drenched at this point, but the thin silk of my dress also did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that my nipples were completely puckered. The episode was drawing to an end, and my knuckles were white with the effort of gripping the armrests next to me.

I wanted nothing more than for Axe to lean over and touch me. Wild fantasies began to flash before my eyes of him standing up, bending me over the stage and fucking me in front of everyone. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, but I could feel the orgasm about to crash over me.

The images of him exposing me to the entire crowd played over and over in my head becoming more and more vivid. He was ripping my dress down, letting my breasts fall out as he pushed inside of me over and over again as everyone diverted their attention from me on the screen to me on the stage.

Just as I thought I might crest and let out a moan of ecstasy, the vibrations stopped. I opened my eyes and looked over at Axe. He had a smug smile on his lips, but he was giving me a look of pure lust mixed with need.

As the episode finished and everyone clapped, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "No way I'm going to let that pussy clench without my cock firmly lodged inside of it."

My mouth was hanging open, and he dragged a finger below my chin, pressing up and forcing me to click it shut.

"Now it's time to pretend that you're America's next perfect actress. Just know that you're about to get the fucking of your life when you get home. Oh," he added, "don't forget to smile for the cameras."

twenty-two

ZOEY

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