Descent Into Dark Desire Chapter 2

I trembled as I supported my weak body and faced the window. Then, I reached out and slowly removed the nightgown stained with my bodily fluids. It floated down to my ankles, bit by bit, revealing my flushed body.

My fingertips moved along my body, as if guiding my audience's gaze. They slid up from my ankles, brushed over the bend of my knee, my inner thigh, and finally... slowly opened my legs.

My private parts were covered in sticky bodily fluids. My trembling fingers picked up a little bit of it and smeared it on the toy.

The toy was slightly warm in my hand. I looked down at it and then looked up, staring directly in the direction of the telescope. Then, I swallowed it, little by little.

"Ahh..."

This time, my voice was no longer suppressed. I moaned unrestrainedly, my flushed face facing the voyeur opposite me.

The vibrations gradually increased in intensity. I trembled on the bed, reaching orgasm again and again while my moans gradually mingled with overwhelming sobs.

I had never experienced such intense pleasure before.

Just imagining the view through the telescope and guessing where that person's gaze was on my body made my whole body burn, almost to the point of losing control.

My fingers pressed against the bottom of the toy, moving slowly and rhythmically, to make it clearer for the person opposite me.

My chest rose and fell heavily, covered in dense sweat.

Breathing, I raised my chin toward the window, as if making a silent invitation.

Pleasure washed over me like waves.

However, I did not close my eyes. Instead, I stared intently at that glint, imagining the person opposite me holding their breath, focusing even closer.

The shame and the thrill of being watched intertwined, more intense than any time I had ever used a toy alone.

I was practically performing for him.

My hips twisted more and more violently, my voice growing increasingly uncontrollable. When the final, powerful spasm struck, I collapsed onto the bed, the toy still vibrating gently. The sensation lingered for a long time.

Outside the window, that glint remained.

Gasping, I looked up to the lens in the darkness. With the last bit of my strength, I raised my hand and gently pulled down my shirt, revealing my sweat-drenched chest like the curtain call after a night of passion.

That night was the most restful sleep I had had in years.

The next morning, I changed into smart business wear and went to report to my new employer.

As I stepped into the elevator, the crowded space fell silent instantly. Employees around me lowered their heads and made way for me.

Following their gaze, I saw a man standing at the far end of the elevator.

He was impeccably dressed in a tailored, wrinkle-free black suit, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses were cold, deep eyes, and he exuded an unapproachable, abstinent aura.

"Good morning, Mr. Luther," the people around me greeted timidly.

Only after the elevator doors opened and the man strode away expressionlessly did I learn from the whispers around me that his name was Hayes Luther. He was the company's youngest partner and a notorious ‘ruthless devil’.

However, all of this was irrelevant to me.

Sitting at my workstation, my mind could not hold any of the new employee rules and regulations. It was completely preoccupied with last night's incident.

That pitch-black night sky, faint reflection, and those eyes hidden behind the telescope, watching me for who knew how long...