Page 34 of Total Obsession

"Now that's actual nonsense," she said with a laugh. We were quiet for a few minutes as we surveyed the crowd. "It's wonderful. Everyone seems to be really enjoying themselves."

"That's true," I said. Zoey obviously hadn't spent much time in the city, because if she had, she'd have known that wealthy New Yorkers were some of the most self-absorbed people you could meet in this world. If you left one in a room by themselves, they'd come out an hour later swearing they were in the very best of company, had the most marvelous of evenings, and how much of a shame it was that you couldn't have been there.

"Come with me," I said quietly, pulling her away towards the bedroom.

"And leave the party?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"They'll be fine. Just for a few minutes," I said. I didn't give her any option. I grabbed her by the wrist and led her down the hallway and into her bedroom. The blinds were open and we could see people milling about on the balcony.

I took her drink from her hand, pushed it against her lips, and tilted it backward. "Drink," I commanded of her, and she did. She downed the entire glass, and I used my thumb to wipe away the few drops that escaped past her lips. "Good."

I put the glass on the bedside table and then took a few steps forward. With each step forward, she took a step back, until her knees were hitting the mattress. "Axe," she breathed out, her eyes wide. "What are you doing?"

"Finishing what was interrupted earlier," I answered, leaving no room for argument.

"What?" she gasped. "But, the people outside. They'll see!"

"Let them," I said.

"Are you serious?" she breathed out.

"As a heart attack," I said. My fingers wrapped around her neck, and I pulled her into me. She met my lips eagerly, and I smirked. Suddenly she wasn't so concerned that anyone could see her. I wondered if perfect little miss Zoey Campbell had a hint of exhibitionism running through her.

I didn't want to waste time kissing her. I wanted her writhing on the bed beneath me. I wanted this experience to imprint in her mind so that she would revisit it over and over again.

Crave it more and more, until she simply couldn't handle it.

Build the desire for me that was already building within her.

The way to do it was quite simple, really. The way to do it for any person wasn't entirely difficult. Put them in a situation where there is risk. The mind will perceive danger, and it will create an imprint of the event for self-preservation. Then, introduce an aspect of pure pleasure.

Mixing the two together was a recipe for infatuation, which was exactly what I was after.

I pushed gently on her shoulders, and she followed my direction, climbing back onto the bed. "This is so bad," she said under her breath as if the people outside could hear us through the thick glass panes.

"That's what makes it feel so good," I replied, pushing up her skirts. I crouched down between her legs and started to press kisses into her creamy thighs. She was squirming under my attention already, gasping my name.

"Stay still," I told her, knowing she wouldn't be able to.

"Okay," she replied before she started moving just seconds later.

"Still," I said, gripping her thighs and nipping at the soft flesh.

"Sorry," she whispered. Another minute this time and her hips were bucking again.

I smirked, knowing I'd set her up for failure, which was precisely what I wanted. I brought my hand up and then let my fingertips come down against her thigh, trailing them as they hit the soft flesh, marking her.

She gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain. She brought her head up and looked at me with wide eyes. "I said not to move," I told her. Her eyes widened, and she nodded her head. "And now," I said devilishly, "try not to make a sound." I pulled her panties down and off her body, tossing them to the side of the bed. "You wouldn't want all of those people outside seeing you like this." I paused for dramatic effect. "Or, maybe you would." I chuckled. "Is that it, Zoey? Are you a dirty slut that likes it when people watch?"

I flicked her clit with my finger, and she gasped.

"I...I don't know," she said, trying her best to keep her voice low and her movements still. I was going to make it very difficult for her.

I traced the outside of her lips. I could see how drenched she was. "It's a simple question, Zoey," I said, continuing to trace around where I knew she wanted me to touch. "Do you or do you not like knowing that everyone's going to see what a filthy little whore you are for me?"

She gasped at the crudeness of my words, and I laughed. "I've teased you enough, I suppose," I said. "Now, let's see just how long you can last," I said before pressing my tongue against her.

I was never particularly fond of eating pussy. I found lowering myself to a position where I was kneeling between a woman's legs was not something I was all that keen over. It made me feel vulnerable, and I didn't like that feeling.