Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan's phone pinged, and he froze, her voice hitting him like a drug, needy, sultry, breaking for him. "Fuck," he growled, an evil, naughty smile curling his lips.

She'd crossed the line, voluntarily, openly, and he owned her now. He typed back, slow and wicked: "My dirty little Madhuri, finally admitting it? Meet me tomorrow, 8 PM, KPHB colony parking lot."

He sent it, then added: "Don't show, and I'm gone, no more texts, no more games. Your choice, darling" He ended the chat, leaning back, his dick rock-hard, she'd come, he knew it, her volcano his to erupt.

Madhuri stared at the screen, her voice note a ghost she couldn't unsend, his reply a slap. "What did I just do?" she whispered, panic surging, her fingers still wet from her clit. 

She typed fast: "Wait, no, I didn't mean it, forget that!"

But he didn't reply, the chat dead, and dread coiled in her gut. She sank into the pillows, her first confession, and he'd trapped her with it. 

Madhuri clutched her phone, alone, the stalker's silence a void she'd crawl into, her locked room no shield from the desire he'd unleashed.