Page 32 of Total Obsession

I was the one that moved to deepen the kiss. I felt like I'd been craving Axe for so long now. I couldn't stop myself. I meant what I’d said. It wasn’t about the dress, or the party, or even the plane flight. It was about him, finding him.

He responded, but only momentarily before he pulled back. "Are you sure, Zoey? You've had a long day."

"I've been wanting this for so long," I breathed out, basically lunging back at him.

His movements turned again, just as they had those few weeks ago when he'd pinned me against the wall. He grabbed hold of my wrists and pushed me into the closest post of the bed. His thick hands were large enough to wrap around both my wrists, holding me so that my body wrapped around the post, my chest pushed out. He grabbed the handkerchief from his pocket and skillfully used it to tie my wrists together.

I watched him with wide eyes, and he stared back at me with a look so full of wild lust that it was almost frightening.

"You're such a beautiful woman, Zoey," he said, taking a step back from me. "So many men lust after you. I can see it when you walk into the room. And yet, here you are, about to give yourself to me."

I could feel my thighs getting drenched at his words. The anticipation of what he was going to do to me was almost too much. He took a step forward and played with the hem of the leggings I was wearing. His hand drifted to my ass where he squeezed it so hard that I gasped.

He groaned as he watched me, releasing me just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore. "So beautiful," he said, pressing a kiss to my lips.

His hand traveled north, making its way over my flimsy shirt. I wasn't particularly large-chested, but Axe's big hands cupped what I had firmly. He looked into my eyes as he started to squeeze one breast. Just as I thought I might cry out, he stopped.

I could see the grin on his face momentarily before he was kissing me again. I felt so utterly at his mercy. I'd never had anyone to do me what he'd just done. I'd certainly never been tied to a bedpost before. Yet, even though it hurt, I didn't want him to stop.

"I don't think you need these rags anymore," he said, tugging at my clothing. He peeled my leggings off of my body along with my panties and I stepped out of them. He stayed crouched in front of me and ran the stubble of his beard against the inside of my thighs.

He inhaled deeply and looked up at me. "I can already tell that you're going to taste divine," he said, his words confident and turning me on so much more, "but I want to see how beautiful you are when you beg."

In one swift movement, he stood and ripped my shirt in half. I gasped as he pulled my bra up and let my breasts spill out. I tried my best to feign confidence about my body.

"Absolutely flawless," he said immediately putting my unspoken fears to rest. He traced his fingers first down the center, then beneath, up the side, and across the top, being careful not to touch my nipples, which were getting harder by the second.

His lips ghosted over mine as his hands continued to circle my breasts, never getting quite where I wanted them to go.

"Axe," I heard myself breathe out.

"That's it," he said against my lips, his breath mingling with mine. "Beg me for it."

"Please," I whimpered, wanting nothing more than his touch.

"More," he said. A finger grazed one of my nipples just slightly, but it was enough to make me moan.

"Please, please touch me!" I pleaded.

A small frown appeared on his face. "Awe," he said in a somewhat patronizing voice. "Does the beautiful Zoey Campbell need to be fucked?"

"Yes!" I gasped, the crudeness of his words working me into a frenzy since his fingers refused to.

"Does the perfect Zoey Campbell need a dick inside of her so badly? Is that it?" His tone was playful but degrading. I loved it.

"Yes!"

He pushed two of his fingers into my mouth. "Get them nice and wet for me," he said. I couldn't respond given how his fingers were pressing against my tongue. I thought I might gag, but just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he pulled them out.

He was leaning into me now, and I could feel his breath against my lips as he trailed his now-wet fingers down my body. The slightest touch against my clit was all I needed to gasp.

He took in a breath with me. "Oh, looks like you didn't even need any help getting wet, did you, Zoey?"

"No," I managed to respond.

"That's right. Just being around me makes you so fucking wet, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I said, twisting my hips to try and get him to press his fingers into me.

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