Page 42 of Total Obsession

The flight was only a few hours, and I found out when we landed that he'd flown us to Miami. When I stepped out onto the tarmac, the sky around me was lit up with beautiful yellow and pink hues. It made the perfect backdrop for the towering palm trees that were everywhere I looked.

In what I'd come to expect with Axe, an unmarked black sedan was waiting for us, the driver, who looked just like every driver we'd had so far, standing next to the car, ready to open our doors like we were some form of royalty.

"Ready?" he asked me, taking my hand and leading me toward the car.

"I guess so?" I answered back with a laugh.

"You guess so?" Axe repeated as we climbed into the car. The glass was up so there was no risk of the driver hearing or seeing us.

"I just have no idea where we're going or what to expect," I admitted.

"Good," he said. "I like keeping women on edge."

"Oh?"

He gave me a sly smile. He placed his hand on my thigh, and as much as I worried about my thigh being too flabby, I didn't move to remove it. As we made our way from the airport and through the city, his hand made small circles against my skin, gradually getting larger until my breath was picking up.

"Spread your legs," he said to me, and I couldn't help but do as he said.

He hummed his approval as his hand slipped under my skirt. "Such a filthy girl. Are you going to let me finger you in the backseat of this car like some dirty whore?"

My eyes widened at his crude words. I caught his gaze, and he was looking at me with ravenous eyes. Any misgivings about my body or what he'd said to me vanished.

I spread my legs wider, hiked up my skirt higher, and pulled my panties to the side, exposing myself to him. I didn't say a word.

A mischievous grin lit up his face. He brought his fingers up to his lips, running his tongue against them before placing them down against my lips.

"Already soaking wet for me, I see," he said as I moaned at the feeling. His movements were strong, yet felt so good. I'd missed feeling him since that first night in my apartment. It already felt like eons ago.

"Lift your shirt up," he said to me. "I want to see your tits on display."

I obliged, but I didn't give him everything he wanted. I lifted my shirt up but kept my bra in place.

"Naughty girl," he said, taking his hand off my pussy. "I told you I wanted to see those tits on display."

The next thing I knew, a knife appeared in his hand and the cold steel of the blade was pressing between my cleavage. Before I could even cry out, he was slicing through the fabric of the bra, the two halves falling away, exposing my chest.

He hummed his approval. "That's better. Now, where were we?" he asked, putting his fingers back up to his tongue. He let it linger for a bit, tasting my essence. "Delicious," he finally said before bringing his fingers back down to me.

I didn't know how long he worked me. I just knew that his movements were slow enough that I couldn't climax. I also knew that he wasn't touching my tits at all. Just letting them pucker in their exposed state, making me crave his touch all that much more. I wasn't even paying attention to where the car was headed. I was so focused on trying to get some release from him.

"Looks like we're here," he said to me. I looked around and realized that the car had stopped. "Better cover up before that door opens," he said.

I panicked, pushing my skirt down, and frantically pulled my now ruined bra off my body so that I could pull my shirt down. I kicked the discarded fabric underneath the passenger seat in front of me just as the door opened.

"Just in time," Axe whispered, seemingly taking delight in my panic.

I mouthed the word "bastard" back at him, and he chuckled.

For the first time since getting into the car, I took a look at my surroundings. We had pulled in front of a beautiful and very private-looking residence.

"Where are we?" I asked Axe as I looked up at the beautiful home. It had white stucco walls, a red clay tiled roof, and was so big, I couldn't fit it all within my line of vision.

"Where we'll be staying for the next few days," he said, closing the door to the car.

"The next fewdays?" I repeated. "Axe! I have work. I'm on a filming schedule."

"I took care of that," he said with a wave of his hand.

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