All Chapters of Do Not Touch. (Short Compilations): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The afternoon light spilled through windows, it rays softened by the curtains that swayed each time the breeze found its way in.Coils of rope were neatly arranged, their fibers were stacked on a low table beside a camera tripod. Everything looked prepared and deliberate.Adrian adjusted the lens on his camera with precision, his long fingers twisting the focus ring before stepping back. He glanced toward the door, where his model lingered with a bag slung over one shoulder, hesitating.“Lena,” Adrian called. “You made it.”“I almost didn’t.” She gave a crooked smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I wasn’t sure what you meant in your message. Seriously Ropes?”Adrian tilted his head, a faint smile curling at his mouth. “Shibari. It is a Japanese bondage rope. But not the kind you’re thinking.” He gestured toward the coils of rope, then to the lights positioned around the room. “I want to explore shape and form and lines on the human body.”She laughed nervously as she set her bag down b

Dr. Hale had been a therapist for years, and he was familiar about how the first meeting with a new client usually went. It was usually silent, with awkward laughter, and carefully in search for the right words to use.But when Jenna walked in, she was looking lively and like someone who didn't need to be in his office.Her blouse clung to her chest, her skirt riding high on her toned thighs. She sat across from him, crossed her legs slowly, and fixed him with a look that described how shameful she felt.“I need help and..,” she said, her voice cold and nervous filled with slight hesitation. “I think there’s something wrong with me.”Dr. Hale dropped his hands to his lap. Something wrong could mean anything — maybe depression, anxiety, trauma. He leaned forward, his voice like cam water. “Tell me what makes you feel that way.”Her lips curved into an awkward smile trying to figure out how to put her words. “I can’t stop thinking about sex. It’s constant. Every morning, night, all the

The air in Dr. Hale’s office hung heavy as he looked forward to what was coming, the faint sounds coming from the air conditioner doing little to cool the rising heat between them. Jenna’s confession still echoed in his mind “I’m not cured” and neither was he.Her smile, that slow seductive curve of her lips, was an invitation he could no longer resist. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her flushed cheeks, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath her skin.She leaned into him, her breath warm against his lips and her eyes dark with the same insatiable hunger that had drawn them to this dangerous situation.“Jenna,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her, “tell me exactly what you want, I want to hear every word.”She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, a small whimper escaping as she met his gaze. “I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands on my skin, your mouth on me. I want you inside me, Dr. H

Lila's breath came in shallow gasps as she lay sprawled across her bed, the sheer lace of her bra and panties doing little to hide the flush of arousal that painted her skin. Her heart raced, pounding against her ribs as she fought to regain control over her body's needs. The knock at the door made her stiffen, a jolt of anxiety and forbidden excitement coursing through her veins.She hesitated, torn between propriety and the undeniable ache that throbbed between her thighs. Her neighbor, a confident, teasing male whose mere presence seemed to ignite her desire, stood on the other side of the door. She could almost feel his gaze boring into her, taking in every detail of her scantily clad form.Lila swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she remembered the last time they had spoken. His voice had been low, his words laced with barely concealed hunger as he'd flirted with her, his eyes never leaving her face. She knew he could see the evidence of her desire, the way her nipples stra

Ethan locked his bedroom door, the click sharp in the quiet house, today, he was alone. The thought of being alone made him happy because he was free to indulge. It was already late afternoon, his father—at work, while his stepmother was out for errands, leaving the house empty for some time. At twenty two, Ethan carried the lean build of a soccer player, his shoulders stood broad and his stomach taut, his skin a—a faint tan lingering from summer. His dark hair fell into his hazel eyes, which now gleamed with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He stood in the center of his room with his feet bare on the hardwood floor. His heart beat faster, a familiar ache stirring in his lower belly, a need he’d been too busy to satisfy until now. He pulled off his t-shirt, the cloth sliding over his head, revealing his chest dusted with dark hair and his hardened nipples in the slight chill. His jeans came next, the denim heavy as he kicked them aside, leaving him in black boxer briefs th