Page 35 of Total Obsession

Yet, with Zoey, while I wouldn't say I enjoyed myself, I also wouldn't say that I minded. More than that, I enjoyed feeling the tension in her body as she wrestled with trying to stay still, trying not to make noise, and trying to decide whether she liked the idea that the people outside could simply turn around and see her, legs spread wide and writhing on the bed.

Of course, that last bit wasn't actually a reality. She clearly hadn't noticed that the window panes were tinted. I certainly wasn't going to correct her, however. It only added to the risk factor building in her brain. It would only make this entire encounter that much more memorable.

"Are you going to come?” I asked her, pulling my mouth away and sliding two fingers into her pussy. I was careful about the way I worked her. It was obvious that so many men thought the key to getting a woman to cum was to pretend that their fingers were jackhammers. How uncouth.

Slow, methodical movements and a thumb that pressed against her clit were all that I needed to do to ensure that she would tip over that edge in mere minutes.

"Soon," she whispered back at me.

"You better not come without my permission," I said to her.

I could see her press her head back into the bed. Her mouth was open. She was close, and I wasn't going to make this easy on her.

"Because, if you come without my permission, you know what's going to happen?"

She wasn't speaking at this point. She just rolled her head from side to side.

"I'll tell you anyways," I said, keeping my movements smooth. "If you do, then every single time we're at a function together, I'm going to pull you aside and fuck you where people might see. Sooner or later everyone will know just what of a filthy whore you really are, Ms. Campbell."

"Please," she begged.

"Please, what?" I asked, goading her.

“Come,” she managed to gasp.

"Awe, do you want to come, is that it?" She nodded her head. "Then say it. Beg me for it." I took my other palm and pressed it against her pubic bone, activating her G-spot from the other side.

"Please!" she gasped. "Please let me come,” she managed to get out.

I could feel her walls begin to flutter and her breath grow short. I edged her for a few more seconds, not saying anything, letting her worry about whether I would give her permission, until finally, I said, "Okay."

She crested, and I watched. It was a shame that her breasts were still covered because I think I would have enjoyed watching her nipples pebble. She began to let out a moan, and I knew she was no longer aware of her surroundings. That was good. The realization would hit her when she was lucid.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket discreetly while she was coming back to reality. I'd felt it vibrate earlier, but hadn't had a private moment to review it.

"The loose cue ball is causing issues. Let's discuss it when you're in town."

I took a measured breath. It was a message from my boss's representative complaining about the man who I'd failed to murder in London. His code name for him would have made me laugh, had the entire matter been laughable. These sorts of things were rarely discussed in person. As much as it appeared that my employer was leaving it in my court, it was an unspoken order to make my way to his location.

Another thing I needed to think about, but for now, I would put it out of my mind.

I needed to focus on Zoey. Within a few minutes, she'd come down from her high, and she looked at me with hazy eyes as I sat next to her on the bed. Realization started to dawn on her features and she sat up and looked out towards the windows. "Oh my gosh," she said frantically. "Did anyone see?"

I shook my head. "How could they?" I asked, feigning surprise.

She gestured wildly to the windows.

I chuckled. "They can't see us."

She shook her head like she didn't understand.

"The windows are tinted," I explained. "We can see them, but they can't see us."

Her mouth dropped open. "How did I not realize that?"

I smiled. "I guess you had other things on your mind." I moved to get up, but she tugged gently at my suit sleeve. I turned to look at her, knowing exactly what she was about to offer. Her attitude was timid once again. She was so very interesting.

"Can I make you feel good?" she asked.