TO TEMPT THE BAD BOYS

10: Little Dove

“What do you think, Meera?” he had the audacity to ask me while I was burning and seething with rage. I didn't answer him. I only cut the call and ignored his other calls till I got tired and used the block icon.

How? When? If he knew I used the dildo once, then he must have installed the cameras since the first time he sent a gift over to my office.

And he watched me. He has been watching me all these while.

I stood up to pace the length of my closet, my thoughts haywire. I was insulted at how easily my privacy was stolen and treated with levity, but deep down, I couldn't deny there was a part of me, a tiny part that found this strangely erotic.

Secret cameras.

Him watching me while I slept. Him staying up to watch me and catch me doing them he'd enjoy watching me do.

No. I shook my head vehemently, shocked beyond words at my thoughts. How could I even think like that? What the hell was wrong with me?

Another call came in from an unsaved number. I knew it must be him, so I didn't pick it up. Instead, I contacted the security company that manages our apartment building to locate and remove the cameras.

They arrived in less than 30 minutes, but after almost an hour of searching my whole apartment, they told me there were no secret cameras. I told them to check again, and they complied, only for me to get the same answer.

There were no secret cameras in my apartment.

It was impossible. If there were no cameras in my apartment, how would he have known the police officers were there? How did he know that I was looking at the toys? It was highly unlikely, but I thought of him installing something in my phone and asked the security guys to check it. But there was nothing there.

I let it go then and went to sleep, thinking I was just overthinking, but it was the first thing I thought of when I woke up the next morning, so I reached out to the company that manages my store. They arrived and did their checks multiple times, at my insistence, but the answer remained the same.

There were no cameras in my apartment or on my phone.

A new number called me immediately after the guys left. It was him.

“They are not going to find the cameras, Meera. You should stop wasting your time and money.”

“Wow. So there are… You really have cameras in my apartment? Do you even understand the severity of this? You could get years behind bars.”

“I’ve committed far bigger crimes than installing cameras in the house of a girl I can't get enough of, little Dove. This isn’t going to get me locked up.”

I didn't know what to say to him. I was flabbergasted and stunned into speechlessness.

“And besides, are you going to tell me this doesn't excite you?” his voice had taken that possessive edge that he always uses whenever we were both naked and sweaty and struggling to catch our breath.

The way my body reacted to that tone was embarrassing.

“Are you going to tell me you're not excited at the prospect of touching yourself while I lose my mind from watching you from here because I can't touch you. Because I can't feel you.”

My lips parted, and my n****e hardened. I exhaled shakily before cutting the call.

I was supposed to start getting ready for work, but an evil idea had already entered my mind. If he wanted to play games, then two people might as well play them.

I retrieved the dildo from my closet and walked back to my bed. I got comfortable on the bed, stark naked, and the dildo turned on to its highest.

The first contact made me jolt and made my back arch off the bed. A breathy whimper left my lips as I worked on myself, and by the time I thrusted it into me, I cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh f**k,” I groaned, my body stretching, then spasming from the pleasure. I increased the intensity at which I was thrusting it in and out of me while my body worked up more, and my moans became uncontrollable, and my other hand grabbed my boob and squeezed in ecstasy.

It felt good. It felt better when I started imagining that it was him in me, thrusting in and out and driving me crazy from the heights at which he was taking me.

When I finally came, it was with a whole body shudder and his name on my lips. I remained on the bed till my breathing normalised and my body stopped shaking. I picked up my phone when I stood from my bed, only to see lots of crashing out messages from him.

“Don’t do it, little Dove. Don't ignite a fire you won't be able to put out.”

“f**k, Meera.”

“You’re talking that dildo so well. Wish it was my d**k in you.”

“Watching you makes me want to come over and f**k you till you're ruined for other men.”

“Those sounds, Little Dove. You'll be the death of me.”

Then came a picture. He was sitting down, and I could tell that he was fully dressed in a suit, but that wasn't what caught my attention. It was the outline of his hard-on that caught my attention.

“You’ve made me painfully hard, and I have to sit through this board meeting with this hard on and while thinking of ways to punish you for being such a bad girl.”

Then came another picture with his hard on, even more possible, it looked a lot painful being confined in his trousers. It made me lick my lips.

“Better be ready to deal with the consequences when I come for you, Little Dove.”