Bound By Temptation Novels & Stories

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

Aunt Kathy countered. "Then what about my relationship with Jason?" Tammy asked sadly. "Oh dear! Jason will have to understand your predicament. If he truly loves you he will have to understand that you are sacrificing for the sake of family. Do you want your father to loose all that he has built? Do you want to leave this lavish lifestyle and become a church rat? Or will you choose a man at the expense of your father's dignity? Think about it Tammy, please" aunt Kathy pleaded.

Wet hair framed his allure, awakening a stirring feeling within her. In that captivating moment, Cassie felt a mix of emotions. How could a regular guy look so stunning? But his icy eyes had a mysterious depth that fascinated and unsettled her. The temptation was real, challenging her determination. Almost succumbing to the allure, Cassie found solace in a whispered prayer—' Holy Ghost fire' repeated three times, a plea to restore composure. Frustration colored her thoughts; this man, an irresistible temptation, seemed to defy restraint. The realization lingered—She wouldn't face judgment if she gave in to the temptation and let herself be wrapped in his hug.

Sikha asked as I shook my head in no, innocently, she replied, "If you fail to do as they say, then they will force you into prostitution, slavery, feed you to their pets, sell your body parts on the black market, and worse that you do not want me to complete. We hope you go through each one of these,” I ignored the chill that ran down my spine as Javed threw a bag of clothes and other essentials to me, “Quickly get ready I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to take you,” Sikha ordered me and left alongside her husband. What did I do wrong to deserve all of this? But if that’s how God has written my fate I’ve no choice but to accept it no matter what.

My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He pressed his forehead against mine, chest heaving. “This is wrong,” he whispered. “Then why does it feel so good?” I asked. He didn’t answer, just kissed me again, slower this time. Like he was memorizing the taste. We stayed like that for what felt like forever. Making out like horny teenagers, grinding against each other like our lives depended on it. But he never went further. Never slipped a hand under my shirt or pushed for more. He was still holding on to his restraint and I knew he was holding on by a thread.

I’d seen him at mass with his robes sucking onto his broad shoulders, and I hated how my gaze lingered. “It’s… desires, Father. Bad ones.” I paused, cheeks burning. “Homosexual desires. I can’t stop thinking about men. Touching them. Being touched. It’s constant, and I pray, but it doesn’t go away. I feel …disgusting.” A weird wave of silence stretched for a beat. Then that voice again, smoother this time, almost warm. “Many struggle with temptation, Noah. The flesh is weak, but the spirit can be stronger. Tell me more; let it out.”

When she asked if he had any questions, he leaned forward as far as the chains allowed. “Do you ever get tempted, Sister? Living behind walls, surrounded by rules… does the devil ever whisper to you about what you’re missing?” Claire’s fingers tightened on her rosary. “Temptation is part of the human condition. We resist through prayer.” Marcus’s smile deepened. “And if the temptation feels… divine? What then?” She left that day unsettled, her pulse racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear. The second visit was worse. Or better. She wasn’t sure anymore.

She should say something sharp and cruel. But she couldn’t move. Because God help her, she didn’t want to pull away. Alexander’s thumb brushed against her lower lip, and she sucked in a shaky breath. His eyes darkened further, and for a split second, she thought—he’s going to kiss me. And the worst part? She wanted him to. But then, just as quickly as he had touched her, he pulled away. The absence of his warmth sent a sharp ache through her, and she hated herself for feeling it.

Alexander Temptation. People define temptation as many things—a fleeting desire, a moment of weakness, an indulgence that comes with consequences. But I had never understood that word. If you know something is bad for you, why indulge in it? Why get tempted to take something or do something that is bad for you? So, I saw temptation as a test. Fail it, and there would be consequences. I had never been tempted to do something before. Never been tempted to hold a woman, to make her moan, to give her the best orgasm of her life, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk anymore. Desires were never my thing. But...

he said before heading upstairs. Suddenly, a pang of jealousy gripped me. I knew he was promiscuous. I understood how challenging it must be for a man like him to be faithful to one woman, particularly when women flocked around him. Resisting temptation would be difficult. Despite knowing all this, the thought of him holding another woman and making love to her tore at my heart. Soon, it was time for dinner, and we all gathered at the table to eat. A thought struck me—I had been lonely ever since I arrived at this secret hideout, and even more so since Mark arrived. Sonia hardly had any time for me.