The Summoned Demon: 7. Chains of Desire and Punishment

She sat at her office desk, staring blankly at the glowing computer screen. Numbers swam in her vision, her spreadsheet dissolving into static. Her thighs pressed tight together, shifting restlessly in her chair. Her nipples were so stiff they chafed against the lace of her bra, making her bite back a whimper every time she moved.

It was unbearable. She was wet—drenched, actually—and the slick heat between her thighs made her squirm with shame. She tugged her blazer tighter around her, praying no one noticed how flushed her cheeks were, how shallow her breathing had become.

“Mara?”

Her head snapped up. Her coworker Jason stood at the edge of her cubicle, holding a stack of files. He was smiling, oblivious. “These need updating before the afternoon meeting. Think you can handle it?”

She swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Y-Yeah. Of course.”

He lingered for a second, brow furrowing. “You okay? You look… warm.”

“I’m fine,” she blurted, snatching the p