Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"You're a trouble, stalker. You’re keeping me up at night, guess I'm stuck on you," she sent via ShyVelvet.

Ishaan sprawled in his couch, a lazy grin spreading. She was all in, and he loved it, time to dig deeper. "I see, Ms.Velvet. Then tell me, what's your fantasy? What's rattling around in that head of yours?"

Her breath hitched, his spark lighting dry tinder. Fantasy? she thought. Her life had been a void until him.

"You, stalker. You're my only fantasy. I didn't have any before you," she replied.

He laughed, loud and sharp. "Damn babe, that's a pity. My turn then, want to know my fantasies? They're wilder than you're ready for."

Her curiosity flared, “Wilder?” she wondered, a nervous thrill twisting her gut. "Try me. What's in your head?" she sent.

His grin turned dark, eyes glinting. "First one's simple, I’d like tying a girl up, blindfold, making her guess where I'll touch next. Then it gets a little darker, taking her to an abandoned warehouse, bending her over the cold steel so that no one is around to hear her screams."

Her jaw dropped, a shiver racing down her spine. Shock hit, wild, unhinged, but heat bloomed low. She pictured herself tied, and her breath quickened next to her snoring husband.

Ishaan added, "Another one? How about chasing her through the woods at night, catching and pinning her down in the dirt, rough and raw, all mine." 

"That's... crazy. Stuff like that doesn't happen in real life. You're just messing with me," she sent, brushing it off.