Temptress In The Trap Novels & Stories

So hot, that he felt he made a mistake by coming and prayed all along to resist this temptation. “ Come in Nathan. I guess you must be tired. Here's some wine to soothe your nerves.” She spoke seductively and poured them some wine. The mood was set; the bottle of wine, the lit candles and the rose petals arranged carefully on the bed. He was sure she had all this done beforehand. She was a calculating bitch, she knew he would fall for her trap. It was too late, he was caught in her web already.

turning my gaze out the window again. We drive in further silence which I was grateful for my nerves were shot and I was beginning to get sweaty. Just when I thought I was getting a panic attack the car stopped and I looked at Matt. " We are here. Here is the pills you need to put in the guy's drink don't let him see you do it otherwise your cover is blown. You will be introduced as the Seductive Temptress when the music starts you make your way to the pole and dance the guy will definitely ask for a private dance afterwards that's when you will spike him. Here's the a photo of the guy memorize it. I will be in the club don't make eye contact with me pretend you don't know me. Now go on thro

"We still got about one hour to spare, so what with the rush? And there is nothing wrong in being late to my party, that way I can make a grand entry!" "Always the latecomer!" Kim mumbled with gritted teeth. "It doesn't work that way!" "What did you say?" "You heard me, bitch! Now shut up and let's help you get dressed for the party!" "Fuck you Kim!" She frowned. "Actually, I do plan on getting fucked today!" She smirked. "You never change. Who is the unlucky guy who is gonna fall for your seduction trap today?" Liam Lee. That's if he shows up today. She couldn't wait to fuck him! And the pool of wetness that formed in between her legs wasn't something she could help.

Charles must have really lost his mind. Through the gap at the bottom of the sack, I could see the man walking closer to us until his mud-caked shoes appeared on the ground in front of me. My hands were completely free now. We were done for. Terrified, I grabbed the rope, trying to look like I was still tied up. However, Charles just stepped up beside me and said impatiently, "Where are the women you promised me? Don't tell me you're trying to scam me by bringing me here.

Another offense making another girl wet that wasn't me. "Okay, that's what I see." He tried to come closer to me but I waved him off and folded my arms around my breasts waiting to hear what gibberish that tiny pea-sized brain of his has stored. "No babe I was seduced. She tricked me and I fell into her trap." Trap indeed.

“Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You should get out of here.” “And leave you behind? Never, Austin.” She leans in and kisses me. I deepen the kiss feeling awful that I have to do this, knowing Rebel might feel the betrayal, but I will explain it to her later. She will understand, right? I pull the restraints from the wall and throw the fake Rebel against the wall and press my body against her as she moans. Let her think what she wants, I’m setting the trap. I lift her against the wall and start grinding my cock against her and she starts calling out my name. All the while, I’m hating myself, but if I’m going to get out of here, I need to capture my captor.

“The worst thing is a setup that feels too perfect. If he walks into the cabin and immediately senses an unusually dense, intentional layout of traps, even a fool would realize he’s walked into a snare. What we need is something that feels natural, incomplete, and asymmetrical—an area that looks abandoned but still faintly dangerous. Let him find the traps—but ones that seem like lingering hazards, the kind you can work around, not a battlefield prepped in advance. Let him think we’re wary, not trying to ensnare him.” Livia nodded in agreement. “Right. The traps have to look untouched, aged, worn. No fresh traces. I trust you both can handle that part. As for me—I’ll play the greedy, gullibl

Leaning in close, I allowed my lips to brush the delicate shell of her ear as I whispered, "You see, my precious Jenna, it's time for us to set a trap one that will lure our 'noble' friends into a deadly embrace from which there can be no escape." I felt her tremble, ever so slightly and smiled. The game was afoot. "W-what do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Withdrawing, I fixed her with a look of pure, cold calculation. "Simple, my dear. You are going to play the part of a damsel in distress a helpless captive in need of rescue from the big, bad wolf." Understanding blossomed in her eyes, quickly followed by a flicker of revulsion that she just as quickly mas

Then, he had begun investigating in order to fully understand the family to whom Vice and Victor had become linked through their relationship with her. Now, he had slipped into the rabbit hole, and could not stop eating the damn cake. Oh, but the cake tasted so good, he thought as the Ferrari pulled over at a recording studio, and Vixen oozed her way out of the driver’s seat. There was no wig today, and no half-mask. He didn’t think that shade of white-blonde was natural, by her eyebrows, and she had well and truly stuffed those gorgeous curves into a very lucky pair of jeans, and a t-shirt advertising herself as a brunette under the name “Temptation” standing in front of three guys, one of

Panic and lust twisted together in my gut. “Trevor?” I stared at him, betrayal and disbelief warring inside me. “You’re in on this?” Trevor stepped forward first, slow and deliberate, hips rolling in that easy, confident way that had first caught my eye at the cafe. “Relax, baby.” His voice was low, teasing, dripping with promise. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? To be used like our little sex toy? We’re gonna give you exactly that. Fuck you so hard you won’t feel your legs for days.”