SO TEMPTED TO TOUCH: Erotica short stories.

Chapter 2

Anna.

Blane steps behind me, and I lose sight of him.

Then—rip—my lace panties are torn away in one brutal pull.

I let out a muffled cry behind the gag.

“Shhh,” he whispers darkly, pressing his palm to the curve of my a$$. “You’ll like this.”

He spreads me open his finger touches my p***y.

“Wet for me already, greedy little girl.”His voice mocks. I can't hurl a proper insult thanks to this stupid gag.

I feel him push the silver egg inside me slowly. I can't stop the helpless, shameful whimper that slips from my throat as the ropes scrape deliciously against my skin.

“I ordered this just for you. Custom made for my perfect little pet.”His voice is a low purr.

I curse him with my eyes, my whole body tensed in rage and unbearable heat.

He clicks the remote.

The vibrations roar to life inside me—powerful, overwhelming and relentless.

I thrash in the ropes, but the more I move, the more they press into me, amplifying everything—every pulse, every throb, every sinful wave of pleasure that crawls through my gut.

He sits back down beside me like I’m nothing but a pretty centerpiece, calmly eating his rice and chicken stew while I writhe and burn, while the toy vibrates so deep it drives me toward the edge faster than I can resist.

I squeeze my eyes shut— anything to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing me moan.

But the ropes… the ropes make it impossible to be still.

Every shift, every squirm feeds the arousal.

My toes curl. My hips tremble. I’m so close—so f!cking close—and just when I can taste the high cresting inside me—

The vibrations stop.

No!

Fucking bastard!

Not now!

I let out a muffled scream behind the gag, my eyes snapping open, pure hatred—and desperation—glowing in my glare.

Blane licks a bit of sauce off his thumb and smiles.

“Aww,” he coos mockingly, tilting his head. “My poor kitten… is daddy frustrating you?”

I want to murder him, claw his face off and scream that I was so f*****g close.

But all I can do is glare, hum!liated, desperate, and completely at his mercy.

And the worst part?

My body wants him to turn it back on.

His phone rang.

The bastard didn’t even look at me at first. He just sat there, calm as ever, picking up his phone like he wasn’t holding me hostage, like I wasn’t tied, gagged, and dripping with frustration on his damn table.

I watched him swipe through his contacts. And then… the vibrator hummed back to life inside me.

Oh, f!ck—

It wasn’t gentle this time. The little silver egg roared to life with a low, relentless buzz that pulsed deep in my pssy, shattering any fragile control I had left.

I whimpered behind the gag, jerking in the ropes as heat surged through me.

Blane pressed the phone to his ear, lounging beside me like I wasn’t even there.

“Yeah,” he said casually, his thumb grazing the remote. The vibrations spiked higher—sharp, punishing. “We’ll move the shipment tomorrow. No delays.”

I writhed helplessly, the ropes tightening around my wrists, my thighs quivering, my n*****s peaked and painfully hard from the cool air and the humiliating way my body was betraying me.

His eyes slid to mine as he continued the call, that evil grin on his face was enough to show me he loved my frustration.

“Yeah, the new lawyer? Pretty thing. Blue eyes. Big mouth. No need to do anything. She's just doing her job.” His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he pressed another button.

The vibrations pulsed into an even higher setting, turning my core to molten heat, making me gasp behind the gag.

“Smart too. But not as smart as she thinks.”

I was going to kill him.

Right after I finish climaxing.

My hips jerked involuntarily, the sweet, filthy pressure curling tighter and tighter inside me. I couldn’t stop it.

I was so close. My body clenched, my thighs trembling, my toes curling—

And just when the climax slammed to the edge—

Click.

The vibrator stopped.

A muffled scream ripped from my throat, pure agony and frustration tightening my chest as I slammed my head back against the table.

Blane ended the call and chuckled low.

“Poor kitten,” he murmured, standing and pacing around me again. His fingers ghosted over my bare thigh, tracing the marks the ropes had left behind. “Did you really think I’d let you come that easily?”

My eyes burned with hatred, but worse—worse than the hatred—was the raw, humiliating need building inside me.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, clicking the remote again.

The toy buzzed to life, stronger, more torturous than before.

“Mine to frustrate. Mine to ruin. Mine to play with.”

His hand slipped between my legs, pressing the toy deeper as the vibration wrecked me from the inside.

“Get used to it, kitten,” he purred. “Daddy’s not done playing.”

He stalked back beside me, his fingers moved to his shirt buttons. One by one, he undid them—like he was unwrapping a present.

I tried not to stare. I tried to keep my glare fixed on his face.

But the moment his shirt slid off his broad shoulders and down those perfect, tanned arms… I lost.

His chest was sculpted, hard lines of muscle cut deep, his abs rippling as he moved. Smooth, powerful, built for control. My mouth went dry, and I hated how my thighs clenched involuntarily.

Blane smirked, catching exactly where my eyes had wandered.

“Time for dessert,” he whispered.

My heart kicked against my ribs.

No.

Yes.

F!ck.

His thumb pressed the remote.

The silver egg inside me erupted to life—this time stronger, meaner, more merciless than ever before. The vibrations tore through me, making me jolt against the ropes, my bound wrists straining, my whole body trembling.

I tried to resist.

I tried.

But it was hopeless.

The pleasure dragged me under like a riptide, unforgiving and all-consuming. My hips rocked, my breath hitched, my muscles quivered as the 0rgasm built fast, sharp, and dirty.

And I let it happen.

I let myself fall into it. I stopped fighting the humiliation, the ropes, the twisted, dark heat pulsing through me.

Tied up.

Humiliated.

Made to climax on his terms.

And the sickest part?

I was enjoying it.

A muffled cry escaped behind the gag as my second release tore through me—violent, messy and raw. My toes curled, my back arched, every nerve alight with sweet satisfaction.

Blane stood there, watching. Savoring the torture he was giving me.

“You look good like that,” he murmured, his gaze raking over my trembling,

spent body. “Exactly where you belong.”

Shame and filthy pleasure tangled in my chest as I sagged against the ropes, knowing deep down…

I was his now.