Eve's Temptation: Bound By His Obsession

-EVE-

Tonight, I was wet and alone.

Not lonely. Just alone. My body didn't care about the difference, though. It wanted touch. Someone else's hands. Someone else's voice.

Girls like me had to find other ways to deal with it. Otherwise, this tension would just keep building until I couldn't think straight.

So I leaned back on my bed, pressed against the headboard, and tucked my earphones in. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric of my dress, aching for attention I couldn't give them.

Audio instructions. It was the only way.

“Hey, princess.” Dom Daddy's deep, smooth, commanding voice spilled into my ears making my pulse spike.

“I know why you're here. If you haven't settled in yet, I want you to do that now.”

I trembled, fingers hovering over my dress. Slowly, I pulled it off and let it fall to the ground. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver with anticipation.

“Lie back, take a breath and get ready to do everything I tell you.”

I obeyed, trembling, heart racing like every night was the first time. My breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples pointing toward the ceiling like they were begging for his mouth.

“Now…lightly touch your right thigh. Run your fingers from your inner thigh down to the edge of your panties, slowly tracing along the edges.”

A shiver shot through me, and a small moan escaped before I could stop it.

My fingers traced the lace edge of my panties, dipping slightly beneath to feel the heat of my skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now drift your hands to your belly…so soft. Perfect.”

I moved to the left thigh as instructed, every word of his sending jolts coursing through me. His voice…it was magnetic. Like he could see me, feel me, even from miles away.

What would he look like? I wondered.

Tall? Handsome? Dangerous? Would his face match this voice? Would his hands feel as commanding as his words?

“Your hands are close to your pussy now. You're imagining me, aren't you?”

Even his laugh made me wetter.

I nodded instinctively, like he was right in front of me. My panties were soaked through now, the fabric clinging to my swollen lips.

“Can you feel me right there? Watching every move, drinking in every angle of you…Now drag three fingers up and down, through your panties…slowly…along your lips.”

I obeyed as my breath caught. He groaned. “Mm…so wet already. I see it in your eyes.”

Heat pooled between my legs. His praise, his moans, the way he spoke, it was intoxicating. My clit throbbed with need, begging for more.

“Slide your hands inside. Feel how fucking wet you are. Stop right on your clit.”

I did, shivering, lost in the sensations. My fingers slid through my wet pussy, coating them in my juices. The direct contact made me gasp, my hips slightly trembling.

“Spread your legs for me…knees wider… Mhm look at that pussy, begging to be played with.”

I obeyed, desperate, craving.

“Good girl. Place your index and middle finger on your clit…rub gently in a circle…grind your hips.”

I moaned, biting my lip as heat rushed through me.

“Imagine I'm there. Think of me…keep grinding…faster, but not too fast. I don't want you to come yet.”

Every word sank in, he'd taken total control. My fingers moved in circles, teasing my clit as my hips moved against nothing.

Fuck.

I could feel the orgasm getting closer, the pressure building in my lower stomach. So close, so—

“Ugh, such a huge waste of time!”

I jolted, heart pounding as Sally, my best friend and roommate, stormed into the room and flicked on the light.

I scrambled, throwing the blanket over myself.

Why was she even in my room?

Her clothes were drenched, her hair soaked. She looked like she had just survived a storm.

Damn it, Eve. You should have locked the door.

“Hey, Sal. H-How did your date go?” I asked, trying to sound calm through my racing heart. My clit still throbbed beneath the blanket, aching for release.

She kicked off her boot, shrugged off her jacket, and grabbed a towel, wiping—no scrubbing her hair with an intensity meant to rip something off.

“Don't even ask, it was horrible.” She paced. “Can you believe he made me pay for our dinner?”

“No?”

“Then an egg broke on my hair—”

“Okay, I don't want to know how that happened.”

Sal's dates were never far from crazy, sometimes I wondered if she had met any normal person.

“I have to use your bathroom, the heater in mine is broken,” she muttered, heading for the door.

Suddenly, she paused, her eyes scanning the dress and scattered items littered on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a raised brow. My heart sank.

“N-Nothing?” I stammered, my cheeks heating. I could still feel the wetness between my thighs, a reminder of how close I'd been.

“Are you naked?” she demanded.

I waved a hand dismissively, hoping she'd just go in the bathroom already.

“Pff, you know I always sleep naked—”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “E, it's rainy season, barely 18 degrees.”

A smirk spread on her face as she approached my bed. “Are you doing what I think you're doing?”

I straightened, tucking my phone under the sheets. “No I'm not, Sal. You're drenched, get in the bathroom already—”

“Oh, the bathroom can wait, give me your phone.” She had an amused expression on her face.

I blinked. “Huh?”

She pouted, stomping her feet like a spoiled toddler. “C'mon, there's nothing to be ashamed of.”

Does she always have to be so damn nosy!

“Hell no, Sal, I—” before I had the chance to finish, she lunged onto the bed, struggling with me and the covers, until she found my phone. My earphones disconnected immediately, and Dom Daddy's voice filled the room.

“Now come…Mm…Yes princess, come.”

My stomach twisted as color drained from my face.

This was a whole new level of embarrassment. My clit still pulsed, a traitor to my humiliation.

There was nothing amusing about the entire situation. Sal, however, burst out laughing, snorting until she collapsed onto the floor.

“He's good. I'd give you that,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes. “I'd fuck him.”

She tossed the phone back to me.

My chest tightened, cheeks burning with frustration. Once she finally shut the door, her laughter continued—hysterical this time.

I buried my face in my pillow and groaned, wishing the ground would swallow me before I'd face her again.

I knew I was never going to hear the end of this.

“Come for me, Eve!” she mimicked. “Better with a toy! Should I get you one—?”

“Screw you, Sal!” I pressed my palms to my eyes, still hearing his voice echo in my ears.

I let out a small sigh, even after the humiliation, I still wanted more. My bod ached, still craving release.

And I knew, even with Sally just in the bathroom, I wouldn't be able to resist finishing what he started.

God, I needed to come so bad it hurt.