Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Next day, Madhuri rushed to work. In the conference room, a sea of suits and charts, her pencil skirt hugged her thighs.

Her alt phone buzzed silent against her hip, DevilzMask, video call. Sparks jolted through her, shock and heat colliding.

"A video call?" she gasped, cutting it fast, breath shallow.

Fingers trembling, she typed under the table, sneaking glances at her droning colleagues.

"I'm in a meeting, please, not now," she sent via ShyVelvet.

Ishaan sprawled at home, shirtless, phone in hand, smirking. Her rejection stung, but her fear, her secrecy, fueled him.

"I want to see you, now, Mrs.Velvet. Don't care where you are. Give me something, make it quick," he sent, voice a growl in his head, commanding.

Her pulse raced, his order a whip. She shifted her chair, pretending to adjust her notes, hand slipping under the table. Her pencil skirt lifted just enough, maroon panties peeking, damp from thoughts of him.