CARNAL TEMPTATIONS-A collection of 50 steamy stories

1.

Kassy.

I kicked the front door shut behind me with a loud bang that echoed through the whole damn house. My backpack slid off my shoulder and crashed onto the marble floor, spilling notebooks and pens everywhere, but I didn’t care. Another shitty day. Chemistry test? D-minus. Biology quiz? Barely scraped a C. I was failing both, and I knew Mum was going to lose her mind about it again.

“Kassy!” her voice snapped from the living room before I could even make it to the stairs. “Get in here right this second.”

I groaned loud enough for her to hear. “What? I just walked in the door. Can I at least drop my stuff?”

She was standing by the big window, arms crossed tight over her chest, looking all perfect and pissed off like always. “Your chemistry and biology grades are a disaster. I’ve had enough of you blowing off your future. I hired a private tutor for you. He starts today.”

I stared at her like she’d grown two heads. “A tutor? Are you kidding me? I don’t need some random stranger coming here to babysit me like I’m a little kid. Just leave me alone, Mum. I’ll figure it out.”

“You won’t figure it out, Kassy. You’re nineteen and acting like a spoiled brat who thinks the world owes you straight A’s without lifting a finger. I’m paying good money for this, and you’re going to do the work.” Her eyes narrowed. “The tutor will be here any minute. Go upstairs and change into something appropriate. I don’t want him thinking my daughter dresses like she’s on the corner.”

My face burned hot. “Appropriate? This is my house! I’ll wear whatever the hell I want.”

She pointed at the stairs like she was done talking. “Now, Kassy. Or I’ll cancel your credit card for the month.”

I hissed through my teeth and stomped upstairs, making sure every step sounded like I was pissed enough to break the wood. My room was a mess, clothes thrown everywhere, makeup scattered on the vanity, my laptop still open from last night’s p**n binge. I stripped out of my school uniform fast, kicking the plaid skirt across the floor. Fine. Something appropriate.

I grabbed my shortest black pleated skirt—the one that rode up my ass every time I moved—and a tight white crop top that barely covered the bottom of my tits. No bra. Let the girls bounce. I smeared on fresh glossy red lipstick, the kind that made my mouth look like it was made for sucking cock, and fluffed my long dark hair so it looked messy and fuck-me wild.

I checked myself in the mirror one last time. Thighs looking thick and smooth, skirt so short you could almost see the bottom of my black thong if I bent even a little. Perfect.

When I came back downstairs, heels clicking on the marble, Mum wasn’t alone anymore. There he was,standing in the living room like he owned the place. Tall as hell, maybe thirty, broad shoulders filling out a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms and the dark edge of tattoos disappearing under the fabric. Sharp jaw, dark hair, eyes that looked like they could see straight through bullshit. My stomach flipped hard. He was way hotter than any of the guys in my videos. My pussy gave a little throb just looking at him.

Mum turned and smiled like everything was normal. “Kassy, this is Mr. Sinclair. He’s here to help with your chemistry and biology. Take him up to your room so you two can start right away. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

I felt my cheeks flush, but not from embarrassment—from something hotter, meaner. I crossed my arms under my tits, pushing them up so the crop top stretched tight. “This is so fucking stupid,” I hissed loud enough for both of them to hear. I didn’t wait for an answer. I spun on my heel and marched back upstairs, ass swaying in that tiny skirt on purpose.

I heard his footsteps right behind me, steady, heavy, confident. The air felt thicker with him so close. He smelled like expensive cologne mixed with something dark and masculine that made my thighs press together as I walked. My heart was hammering loud in my ears. All those nights I’d touched myself watching girls get railed by their tutors flashed through my head. I wanted to practice. I wanted to see if he’d break.

I pushed my bedroom door open and stepped inside. The room still smelled like my vanilla body spray and the faint leftover scent of the lube I’d used last night. My laptop was closed now, thank god, but the bed was still rumpled from where I’d been grinding on my pillow earlier.

Mr. Sinclair followed me in and shut the door behind him. The soft click of the lock turning made my breath catch. He turned around slowly, facing me fully. God, he was even taller up close. Those arms looked like they could pin me down without trying.

“I’m Mr. Sinclair,” he said, voice low and smooth, like velvet over gravel. “We’re going to be working together a lot, Kassy. I expect focus and respect during our sessions.”

I smirked, tilting my head so my hair fell over one shoulder. I let my eyes drag down his body slowly, then back up. “Sinclair? You must have sinned a lot with a name like that.”

His gaze flicked over me—taking in the tiny skirt, the way my hard nipples poked against the thin white fabric, the glossy red on my lips. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He didn’t look away fast enough. I felt a rush of heat between my legs, my thong already getting damp.

He took one step closer, eyes locked on mine. “Do you not have any proper clothes to wear?”

I stepped right into his space, close enough that my tits were almost brushing his chest. My voice came out breathy but bratty. “Why? Are you affected, Mr. Sinclair?”

He stared down at me, dark eyes burning. His hand flexed at his side like he was fighting the urge to grab something. “Careful, Kassy. Keep acting like a spoiled little brat and I’ll have to punish you.”

A sharp thrill shot straight through me, making my clit throb hard. I could feel myself getting wetter, the slick heat soaking into my thong. My lips parted, red and shiny, and I looked up at him with my best fuck-you smile even though my knees felt weak.

“I’d like to see you try.”

He didn’t move. The room went dead quiet except for the sound of my own breathing coming fast and shallow. His eyes stayed on me, dark and promising.