Dark Attraction

Weekend in Silverton passed in a blur. Anna, Tim, and Kira spent it together, soaking in the lightness Kira brought into their lives. They wandered the city, tasted street food, laughed over small things, and for a while, Anna managed to push her worries aside. Silverton’s streets, steeped in heat and the hum of crowds, felt less hostile in their company. Kira, as always, bubbled with ideas—she suggested a joint livestream with cosplay elements, and Anna, caught up in her enthusiasm, agreed. Tim, seeing how Anna came alive around Kira, supported the idea, though a shadow of concern sometimes flickered in his blue eyes. He sensed Anna was hiding something but didn’t press, hoping she’d open up when she was ready.

Monday morning arrived too soon. Tim, as usual, left for work at Conor’s auto shop. At the door, he kissed Anna’s forehead, his lips lingering a moment longer than usual. “Be careful, okay? If something’s wrong, call me,” he said softly, his voice gentle but heavy with care. Anna nodded, forcing a smile, but her heart clenched with guilt. He must never know… ever… she thought, watching Tim close the door. The silence of their small room crashed over her, heavy as Silverton’s heat. Thoughts of Mark—his words, his condition—surfaced like a toxic fog she couldn’t escape.

Anna’s gaze fell on the paper bag from the sex shop, lying on the couch. She’d promised Mark she’d come, show him the new outfits… and more. Her fingers trembled as she opened the bag, pulling out the lace lingerie, the corset, and the set with fox ears and a tail. The memory of his gaze on the rooftop, his hands, his whisper—“You’re my star, aren’t you?”—sent a searing wave through her body. She hated this feeling… and craved it. Why can’t I just say no? Why am I drawn to him? she thought, clutching the fabric. Her heart pounded, her mind torn between fear and desire.

She was terrified that under Mark’s pressure, his gaze, his touch, she’d give in. He knows how to manipulate… he sees that I want this… but I can’t… Tim… The thought of Tim pierced her chest with sharp pain. She loved him—he was her rock, her home. But Mark… Mark was a dangerous game, sparks ready to burn everything she held dear. If I go… can I stop? she asked herself, staring into the small mirror. Her green eyes brimmed with doubt, but a spark of desire lingered, one she couldn’t extinguish.

Anna knew she could back out. She could stay, ignore Mark, say she’d changed her mind. But he’d likely find a way to remind her of her promise. And worse… part of her wanted to go. Wanted to feel that adrenaline, that dangerous closeness, the power Mark held over her. I’ll just show the outfits… and leave… I can stop… she told herself, but the voice in her head wavered.

After a long internal struggle, she made her choice. I have to… for us… for the money… she said, knowing it was an excuse. She slipped on a light dress, easy to remove, packed the outfits into a bag, and headed to Mark’s studio. Each step echoed in her chest like a heavy blow, as if she were walking to her own execution. But alongside it, an anticipation grew, one she hated to acknowledge.

Mark greeted her at the studio door, as if he’d been waiting. His black shirt, unbuttoned at the top, revealed a tanned chest; his jeans hugged his strong frame. His dark eyes lit up when he saw her, and that familiar predatory smile curled his lips. “Well, star, you actually came,” he said, his voice low, husky, making Anna tense. “I knew you couldn’t resist.” He stepped aside to let her in, closing the door with a click of the lock. The sound felt like a sentence, and Anna’s heart skipped a beat.

The studio was unchanged: soft lighting, the scent of vanilla, photos on the walls that made her feel exposed. A camera stood on a tripod, aimed at a white backdrop, and a bottle of whiskey with two glasses sat on the couch. Mark caught her glance and smirked. “Drink? To loosen up?” he asked, pouring whiskey without waiting for an answer. He handed her a glass, his fingers brushing hers, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re tense, Anna. Don’t be scared… I don’t bite. Unless you ask,” he added with a mocking smile, his gaze slowly roaming her body, lingering on her hips.

Anna took the glass, her fingers trembling. She sipped, the whiskey’s warmth spreading through her throat, but her nerves didn’t settle. I shouldn’t be here… this is a mistake… she thought, but her feet didn’t move toward the door. Mark stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and her breathing grew uneven. “Let’s start,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “Show me what you bought. I’m sure you’ll be… breathtaking.” He gestured to the screen in the corner, but his eyes never left her, and Anna felt her cheeks burn. She nodded, quickly stepping behind the screen to change, trying not to think about Mark standing just feet away.

She pulled out the black lace set: a bra with thin straps adorned with rhinestones, and thong panties with sheer panels that hid almost nothing. As she changed, her body trembled—not from cold, but from a mix of fear and excitement. I can leave… I should leave… she repeated, but stepped out, her heart pounding so loud she feared Mark could hear it. He let out a low whistle, his eyes slowly traveling over her, lingering on the sheer panels.

“Damn, Anna… you’re a dream,” he said, his voice dropping lower, almost a growl. He stepped closer, and Anna instinctively backed away, pressing against the wall. “Don’t be scared, star,” he whispered, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from her shoulder, his fingers lingering, sliding along her collarbone. “You were made for the camera… and more.”

His touch was like a spark, and Anna felt her body respond against her will. She pressed her lips together, trying not to betray herself, but her breathing grew uneven, her skin prickling with goosebumps. He’s too close… I… I can’t… she thought, but her body refused to obey. Mark leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “You know how much you turn me on, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath scorching her skin. “Show me more… I want to see you in everything.” His words were poison, and Anna felt heat flood her body, her thoughts tangling as the tension escalated too fast. She was on the edge—between fleeing and giving in. Mark stepped back, his eyes burning, but he gave her a choice.

“Go on, star,” he said, gesturing to the bag of outfits. “Surprise me.” Anna swallowed, her fingers trembling as she nodded, avoiding his gaze. His presence was overpowering, and her resolve melted under his stare.

Mark moved to the camera, his movements confident, almost commanding, and began adjusting the lighting, casting short, searing glances at Anna. “Stand here,” he said, pointing to the center of the room where soft light fell on the white backdrop. “Let’s keep it simple. Turn sideways, arch your back a little… yes, like that. Lift your chin and look over your shoulder at me. Perfect.”

Anna took the pose, her body tensing as she realized Mark could see every curve. The lace set hugged her figure: the bra was slightly sheer, the thong barely concealing. She felt ****, yet… desired. The camera clicked, each sound making her heart race. He’s watching… he sees everything… she thought, her breathing uneven.

“Good, now face me,” Mark continued, his voice low, raspy. “Cross your arms over your chest to accentuate it… and tilt your head. Yes, like that… Damn, Anna, you’re a goddess.” He stepped closer, his eyes blazing, and Anna felt heat spread through her. Mark reached out, his fingers brushing her elbow to guide her, but the touch lingered, too warm. “Relax your shoulders,” he said, his hand sliding down her arm, pausing at her wrist. “You’re too tense, star. Breathe deeper… feel the moment.”

Anna took a deep breath, but her thoughts were a mess. His touch, his voice, his gaze—it was too much. Her body responded against her will, a warmth pulsing between her thighs. I shouldn’t… I can’t… she thought, but her feet stayed rooted. Mark stepped back, snapping a few more shots. “First outfit done,” he said, his smile predatory. “Let’s see the next one. Surprise me again.”

Anna nodded, quickly retreating behind the screen. Her hands trembled as she removed the lace set and pulled out the red corset with black lacing. It hugged her waist tightly, accentuating her figure, lifting her breasts, the deep neckline exposing the dip between them. Satin ribbons tied into small bows added a playful touch, while a red garter belt with lace suspenders and sheer stockings with a heart pattern completed the look. Anna glanced in the mirror, her cheeks burning. I look… too much. This is too much… she thought, but stepped out, her heart pounding.

Mark let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming from the stockings to the corset’s neckline. “Anna… you…” he trailed off, his voice almost a growl. “You make it hard to breathe.” He stepped closer, his movements slow but heavy, and Anna backed away, pressing against the wall. He stopped a step away, his body radiating heat, and her breathing grew uneven. “Let’s try another pose,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “Sit on the couch, lean back, hands along your sides… and spread your legs. Just a little, to show off the stockings.”

Anna swallowed, her eyes widening, but she obeyed, lowering herself onto the couch. She leaned back, her hands resting along her sides, and spread her legs slightly, the corset constricting her waist, the stockings stretching over her thighs. The camera clicked, but Mark quickly lowered it, stepping toward her. “Not quite,” he said, his voice more insistent. He knelt before her, his hands resting on her thighs, spreading them wider. “Like this… perfect.” His fingers lingered, warm, almost searing, and Anna trembled, a wave of heat surging through her. He’s too close… I… I can’t… she thought, her breathing heavy, a dampness growing between her legs. Mark leaned closer, his face dangerously near, and whispered, “You know how much you turn me on, Anna? I can see you trembling… you want this, don’t you?”

His words were venom, and Anna felt her resistance crumbling. She pressed her lips together, trying not to make a sound, but her body betrayed her—her nipples hardened, visible through the corset, her breathing uneven. Mark noticed, his smile growing predatory, and he ran his fingers along her thigh, nearly brushing the garters. “Let’s do the last outfit, star,” he said, his voice full of promise. “I know you saved the best for last.”

Anna nodded, her movements almost mechanical, and slipped behind the screen again. Her hands trembled as she removed the corset and stockings, pulling out the sheer nightie from the sex shop. The thin white fabric hid almost nothing, clinging to her body, her nipples and curves clearly visible. She put on the fox ears, black with soft fur, and attached the fluffy tail, feeling the slight pressure of the anal plug inside her. This… it’s too much… he shouldn’t… she thought, but stepped out, her heart drowning out all else.

Mark froze, his eyes widening, and he exhaled slowly, his voice hoarse with desire. “Anna… you… you’re a fantasy,” he said, his gaze roaming her body, lingering on her breasts, her hips, the tail swaying with each movement. “Get on your knees… on the couch… and arch your back. Show me what an obedient star you are.” Anna obeyed, kneeling on the couch, her hands gripping the backrest as she arched her back, accentuating her curves. The tail hung down, slightly lifting the nightie, exposing her buttocks, and Mark let out a low growl, his eyes burning. He stepped closer, his hand resting on her waist, sliding to her thigh, his fingers lightly squeezing her skin.

“You’re… perfect,” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. “I know you want more, Anna… and you know I do too.” His hand moved to her buttocks, squeezing gently, and Anna trembled, her body responding with a heat she couldn’t control. I… I shouldn’t… but… her thoughts broke off as his fingers brushed the tail, tugging it lightly, and she let out a soft moan, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Mark smirked, his gaze growing more predatory as he noticed her reaction. He turned the plug slightly, making Anna flinch, his voice mocking but dark. “Oh, star, you react so sweetly,” he said, tugging the tail again, watching her body tense. “Didn’t think you were so… playful. This tail suits you… but tell me, is it comfortable with that thing inside you? Or did you just want to tease me?” Anna’s cheeks burned, a fresh wave of shame washing over her. She pressed her lips together, trying not to make a sound, but her breathing grew uneven. He’s teasing… but this… it’s too much… she thought, her body trembling with shame and arousal. She tried to respond, her voice soft, uncertain: “It’s… for the look…”

Mark chuckled, his hand still on her buttock, fingers lightly squeezing, heightening her vulnerability. “For the look, huh?” he said, mocking. “Well, you sure know how to drive me wild… Tell me, Anna, ever tried anal before? Or is this your first time with a toy like this?” He leaned closer, his lips near her ear, and whispered, “Because if not… I could teach you. I’m sure you’d love it… especially with me.” His words struck like lightning, and Anna shuddered, her cheeks flaming, her thoughts spiraling in panic. Is he serious? How dare he… I… I can’t… she thought, her breathing heavy, the dampness between her legs growing, deepening her shame. She gripped the backrest, knuckles whitening, and stammered, “It’s… none of your business, Mark,” her voice trembling but with a faint defiance.

Mark laughed, low and almost menacing, and tugged the tail again, drawing another soft moan from Anna. “Oh, star, you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he said, his voice more insistent. “But I can see you like it… don’t lie to yourself. I can show you how good it can be. Want that?” His hand moved to her waist, squeezing firmly, his fingers warm, commanding. Anna felt her resistance crumbling, her body responding against her will, and realized she was on the edge. But suddenly, something snapped inside, as if Tim’s voice echoed in her mind: Be careful, okay? Anna froze, her eyes widening, and she pulled away sharply, trembling with tension.

“No… I… I can’t,” she mumbled, her voice thick with panic. She leapt from the couch, nearly stumbling, the fox ears slipping sideways, the tail swaying. “I… I have to go,” she blurted, her cheeks burning, her heart pounding as if it might burst. Mark raised an eyebrow, his smile even more predatory, but he didn’t stop her. “Run, star,” he said, his voice low, mocking. “But we both know you’ll be back. You can’t resist me.”

His words lashed like a whip, and Anna, without looking back, grabbed her bag and fled the studio, her footsteps echoing in the hall. She burst into her room, slamming the door, and pressed her back against it, her breathing heavy, her body trembling. The bag fell to the floor, the fox ears dropped onto the carpet, the nightie rode up, exposing her thighs. What am I doing… what did I almost do… she thought, her fists clenching, tears welling in her eyes. She felt guilt, fear, but the heat Mark had ignited hadn’t faded—it pulsed between her legs, demanding release.

Anna sank onto the bed, her body taut as a bowstring. She tried to calm herself, but Mark’s image wouldn’t leave. His dark eyes, his voice, his touch… She remembered the rooftop, his cock, long and thick, entering her, his sharp thrust stretching her, his rough movements driving her to orgasm… She recalled Rachel—her lips wrapped around his cock, his moans, his commanding gaze as he fucked her mouth… The images were vivid, overwhelming, and Anna couldn’t hold back.

“I… shouldn’t… but… I can’t…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her hands moving on their own. She lay back, her fingers slipping under the nightie, brushing the wet skin between her legs. She was so wet her fingers glided effortlessly, and she let out a soft moan, her thighs clenching. Mark… his name surfaced, and she recalled jerking him off on the rooftop, his cock hard and hot in her hand, his low growl as he came… She remembered him entering her, his sharp thrust filling her, his roughness, the orgasm that tore through her… Her fingers moved faster, pressing her clit, dipping deeper, and she moaned louder.

“Oh… Mark…” she gasped, her voice soft, dripping with desire. “Mmm… yes…” Her hips trembled, her moans growing louder, the nightie riding up to expose her breasts, her nipples hardening painfully through the fabric. “Mark… yes… please…” she whispered, her body writhing, her fingers working faster, wet sounds filling the room. The orgasm hit like an explosion, her body shuddering, a loud moan ripping from her throat: “Aahhh… Mark!” she cried, her voice pure ecstasy, her fingers stilling, her thighs clamping as waves of pleasure surged through her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

But as the waves subsided, reality crashed down. I… I said his name… she thought, her eyes widening in horror, and she sat up, her breathing panicked. I moaned his name… what’s wrong with me? Her hands shook, she hugged herself, shame smothering her like a heavy blanket. I love Tim… I love Tim… but why can’t I stop thinking about Mark? Tears streamed down her cheeks, but alongside the shame, a strange, dark pleasure lingered, terrifying her more. Her body still hummed from the orgasm, and the feeling—this blend of ecstasy and guilt—was tearing her apart.

“I… shouldn’t…” she whispered, her voice trembling, tears falling. “Tim… I’m sorry… I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” She curled up on the bed, her body shaking, her thoughts a chaotic storm. Her pull toward Mark was becoming dangerous, but she couldn’t deny it: this dark, forbidden pleasure made her feel more alive than ever.

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