Page 29 of Tempt Me

Me:

Oh. K. Thanks. See you then.

Satan:

Oh no, I can’t attend. Gio will escort you. My father needs me to attend a meeting this evening. You understand.

Me:

Oh. K

I threw my phone over toward my bed, and the stupid thing slid over my covers and landed on the hardwood floor.

Raking my hand down my face, I groaned and walked to the shower across the hall. I didn’t give a shit if my sister saw my naked ass. Being blinded by the ‘moon’ would warn her not to intrude.

Turning on the water, I jumped in without waiting. The cool water felt nice on my feverish skin. The thoughts from that dream were unrelenting, and I kept turning the handle down further and further.

“Fuck you, Professor Masters.” I moaned, giving in to the temptation and pushing my hand down toward my aching pussy.

I never masturbated. It wasn’t that it was wrong. It just wasn’t something I had personally done. Right now, I felt like a horny teenage girl. The ache would not cease, even when I rubbed my clit harder, making circle motions on the stupid bud.

I whimpered at the consistent heat coursing through my body, letting myself remember the dream. I ran through the woods, adrenaline rushing through my veins, making me pant. I stopped by that tree, his sensual voice lacing around me like a vice.

‘Little Voyeur…’ I imagined. His voice felt too real, so potent and tangible. ‘What has made you so out of breath? I haven’t started yet.’

I gasped, rubbing harder, hanging onto his voice from my dream. Those deep masculine chuckles brought shivers down my spine.

My eyes were closed, but suddenly, the light from the bathroom was extinguished, bringing real darkness into the space. Popping my eyes open, I tried to look around, but it was no use. There was black spray paint on the bathroom window because Nando wanted to be sure no one could spy on me while indecent. I truly couldn’t see my own hand in front of me.

I gasped, halting my fingers and calling out. “Hello? Sis?”

My sister was likely at work by now, and I didn’t know of anyone else who could be at the house.

Maybe A power outage?

I tried to relax. I could finish my shower and then figure out what was going on with the electricity.

I slipped my hands down again, finding the same rhythm. The darkness felt peaceful, more than scary.

His words came back to me, my mind coming up with a new fantasy.

‘What are you thinking about, Little Voyeur?’ His voice was so deep and sounded so close.

It was like he was in this very room with me.

I felt heat in the air, and even though the water was cold, it felt slightly warmer.

‘Whoare you thinking of?’ His words ended with a growl.

I moaned. This dream felt real. It was okay to give in to a dream, right?

“Mmm.” I moaned, grabbing the shower head and pulling it down until the spray smacked onto my needy clit.

I could feel it beginning to throb in time with my racing heartbeat.

“Pharaoh,” I said, my admission felt as freeing as it was damning.

His growl in the darkness had me feeling physical vibrations on my skin.