Crumbling control

Bastian’s POV

The sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting across my office desk in harsh lines. I’d been sitting there for hours, staring at the stack of papers in front of me, trying to focus on the endless contracts and spreadsheets that demanded my attention. But all I could think about was last night. Lilith.

Her messages, her pictures, it all replayed in my mind like a movie on loop. The way her body glistened, the curve of her breasts, the wetness between her legs. She was relentless. And no matter how much I tried to push her out of my thoughts, she refused to leave, I know right now, there is no salvation for me only damnation. 

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. This has to stop, I told myself for what felt like the hundredth time. I had to get her out of my head. I had to. Yet, no matter what, she doesn't leave. One thing about temptation is, the more you fight it, the more you get pulled in.

My phone buzzed, and my pulse quickened, knowing who it was before I even looked. I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the screen. Don’t check it. Just leave it.

But my body, my mind, it betrayed me. I picked up the phone and unlocked it, my breath catching as her message loaded.

It was a video.

My heart pounded as I pressed play, knowing I shouldn’t, knowing it was a terrible idea.

The screen lit up with Lilith, her body bare, her fingers moving in and out of her cunt. Her soft moans filled my quiet office, her head falling back, her plump lips parted in a way that made my blood boil. Her skin glistened, her breasts heaving with each breath.

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the phone as I watched her. She moved slowly, teasing herself, her back arching as her hand slid over her breasts, down her stomach, and lower, so much lower.

“I want you to touch me,” she moaned again. “I want to feel you inside me. I’m so wet for you, Daddy.”

My chest tightened, my cock hardening painfully as each of her words sank in. Christ! Every fiber of my being screamed at me to stop, to throw the phone away, to block her, anything to get her out of my damn mind. But I couldn’t. I was locked in. Mesmerized.

Her fingers moved faster, her breathing quickening as she let out soft, breathy moans. “I’m dripping for you,” she whispered again, her voice like velvet against my skin. “I need you.”

I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as I squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to stop the images flooding my mind, tried to think of something else, anything else, but all I could see was Lilith, her body writhing in pleasure, her moans echoing in my ears.

The tension in my body was unbearable, every muscle tight with desire. I could feel my self-control slipping, crumbling around me like a dam breaking under pressure. My hand drifted to my belt, my breath ragged as I fought against the pull.

“Don’t,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. “Don’t do this.”

But it was too late.

My hand slipped beneath my waistband, my fingers wrapping around my cock, which was already throbbing painfully. The moment I touched myself, a low growl escaped my lips. I tried to think of something else, anything but her, but all I could picture was Lilith, naked, waiting for me, her body ready for mine.

I stroked myself slowly, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. I imagined her in front of me, her body pressed against mine, her hands roaming over my skin. Fuck. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything.

Her voice played in my mind, taunting me, teasing me. “You want to fuck me, don’t you, Daddy?”

I groaned, my hips bucking against my hand as I moved faster, harder. There was no time for guilt, no room for regret. The only thing I could think about was release. I needed to come, needed to spill myself to the thought of her.

My hand moved faster, my grip tightening as I imagined her body beneath mine, her legs wrapped around me, her mouth on my skin. Her moans. Her whispers.

“I need to be filled,” she had said. “I want your cock inside me.”

Fuck. My body tensed, pleasure building at the base of my spine, threatening to unravel me. My mind raced with images of her, on her knees for me, her lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes looking up at me as she took me deeper, letting me fuck her mouth.

I was thrusting into my hand now, my teeth gritted, my breaths coming out in short, desperate bursts. I imagined her beneath me, her body spread out, her fingers gripping the sheets as I pounded into her, rough and deep, just like she wanted.

The pressure built and built, my orgasm creeping closer, ready to tear me apart.

“Daddy,” her voice echoed in my mind, soft and breathless. “I want to cum for you.”

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My body tensed, my hips jerking as I came, hard and fast, spilling all over my hand and stomach, staining my office desk. A growl tore from my throat, and I collapsed against the chair, panting.

For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the mess I had made, my breath still ragged. The high was already fading, and with it came the crushing weight of guilt. What the fuck had I just done?

I wiped myself off with a tissue, the cold air hitting my skin like a slap in the face. Reality came crashing back, and I was left sitting in my office, dick in hand, cum on my pants and table, and Lilith’s video still open on my phone.

“Shit,” I muttered, tossing the tissue in the trash. What the hell was wrong with me?

I had let her win again. No matter how much I tried to fight it, Lilith always found a way to slip through my defenses. She was in my head, under my skin, and I couldn’t get her out.

I stared at the phone for a long moment, my chest tight. I wanted to delete the video, to block her, to end this once and for all. But I knew I wouldn’t. No matter how much I wanted to stop, no matter how wrong it was, I couldn’t.

She had me. And I hated that somehow I loved it.