Page 46 of Total Obsession

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm a whore," she replied.

"And what do whores do?"

She smiled. "Get fucked."

"Then turn around, whore," I said to her. She climbed back onto the padded lounge chair, arched her back, and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Please fuck me," she begged.

"With pleasure," I replied. I kept the camera steady, holding it so that her beautiful ass and body were on display. I entered her slowly, making sure to capture the view of my cock thrusting into her dripping folds.

When I'd finally entered her, I took a moment to realize just what I was doing.

Who I was fucking.

Everything that led up to this moment.

"Oh, please," she begged me in that voice of hers. I wasn't going to be able to last long, but that was okay. I needed her to come, and then I was going to topple over that edge with her.

Given how much I'd edged her the entire day today, I also knew that would happen relatively quickly.

"My cock feel good?" I asked her as I thrust in and out of her.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned.

"So good you're going to come, isn't that right?" I said to her.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Then come, Zoey," I instructed her. “Come like the good slut you are."

Another few thrusts, and I could feel her pulse around me. It took all of my willpower not to come deep inside of her. As soon as she was done, I pulled out of her, turned her around, and blew my load all over her tits, capturing the whole thing on video.

"Now, clean me up," I commanded.

* * *

She seemed content as she looked out at the dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean. I wished I could say the same for myself. Everything was going so stunningly perfect.

Yet, I hated myself for it.

What I hated, even more, was that I seemed incapable of stopping it, too. A part of me wondered if that was because I actually desired the first part of the plan for personal reasons.

Because the first part of the plan was to have Zoey Campbell fall in love with me, and it was happening.

I could see it in the way she looked at me.

I could feel it in the way she kissed me.

I could sense it in the way she did things for me.

My entire childhood, I'd been in love with Zoey Campbell. She'd been my only friend and confidante at a time when the rest of the world shunned and hated me. Even after she'd tossed me aside and I'd run from home, I still thought about her.

Those thoughts, of course, coupled with her betrayal, had ultimately turned into a form of hate and an intense longing for revenge. At least, that's the construct under which I'd been operating all this time.

I just wasn't sure if it was still true.