IshKara OS: A Game of Control

"Would you rather surrender to me or have me surrender to you?" Ishana asked, setting down her copy of Bared To You by Sylvia Day. She was sprawled on their bed as Omkara sat at his desk working on his computer. He'd been researching impressionism and was debating whether to use the style in his next painting. Her words had him glancing at her but his attention remained fixed on his research.

"Surrender?" He asked inquisitively. Ishana shrugged and picked herself off the bed and sauntered towards him. She leaned against his desk and reached across the laptop to launch Google and type in what she meant.

Omkara stared at the images on the screen and he looked up at her in shock. She was watching him from beneath her long lashes, a sly look on her face and a mischievous smile playing on the corner of her lips. Omkara's eyes returned to his screen and he simply stared at the images. His arms crossed in front of his chests, the sinewy muscles shifting under the sleeves of his slate grey shirt.

"Ishana," he said, his voice was hoarse and a full smile bloomed on her face.

"You didn't answer my question," she tutted at him, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

"Why exactly are you asking me?" He asked, swallowing tightly. Ishana grinned devilishly at him.

"Just curious," she said shrugging then walking back to the bed and flopping down.

"I mean, Shivaay Bhaiyya doesn't seem like the type of guy who would surrender to Anika Bhabhi with him being all alpha male. Even Rudra doesn't seem like he would give over control," she said, reaching down to fix her the hem of the long flowy skirt she was wearing. The fabric lifted and creamy skin peaked out at him, trapping his gaze as her hands worked to smoothen out the fabric.

"But you, you're very sweet. Kind. Always so gentle," she continued, dropping the skirt so she was covered once more. His gaze snapped up to her face and found a sparkle in her eyes. Omkara's eyes narrowed and he pushed himself off the chair, the laptop and his research forgotten, making his way to stand at the foot of the bed. Ishana slid back so she was resting against the pillows and ran a hand through her hair.

"You seem like someone who would surrender," she said, emphasizing the word "would".

"Ishana," his voice was dangerously low and a shiver of anticipation racked her. She was goading the sleeping beast awake and Ishana felt a rush of excitement at the thought. She knew the answer to her question but if there was one thing that came out of Omkara losing control was a night of carnal pleasure.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. You know I surrender to you all the time," she said innocently. Omkara's gaze darkened when she stretched herself out on the bed, her top lifting ever so slight to reveal the curve of her hip to him. His dark gaze flicked to the exposed skin before sliding up to her face once more.

Ishana felt the heat of his gaze licking at her and her body flushed as she reveled under his gaze. He watched her like a predator stalking its prey and Ishana didn't hesitate in taking note of his rigid posture. Oh yeah, he was definitely not the type to surrender control.

"Would you let me tie you up then?" She asked. That had definitely done the trick for his wrist shot out and long fingers twisted around her ankle. Gripping it tightly, he pulled her towards himself as his body lowered overs her, effectively pinning her against the bed.

"You want to tie me up?" He growled at her. Ishana gave a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame as her arms looped around his neck.

"Why not? What I wouldn't do to have you at my mercy," she whispered, her hands twining in his luscious locks. Desire flashed through his eyes and his hands slid from her waist and up to her arms. She let go of his hair and he took the opportunity to pull her arms over her head and take ahold of her wrists with one of his hands.

"Om," she groaned, tugging at her arms to free them. His grip on her was strong and she cursed herself for giving him the upper hand and cursed him as well for turning the tables on her.

"Quiet," Omkara said to her before his head dipped down and his lips fused with hers. A sigh escaped her lips and he took advantage of it to slide his tongue into the hot cavern of her mouth and explore leisurely before picking up a furious battle with her tongue.

The kiss was different than any others she'd shared. She felt the fire and the need that was hidden in it. Ishana tugged at her arms again but his grip on her only tightened, refusing escape. He pulled back from her only to kiss her chin and trail his lips down her neck. He found that hidden spot behind her ear and nibbled the skin lightly. Instantly, her body melted against his and she let out the most delicious moan that caused a rush of desire to course through him.

"You really think I'd let you take control?" He asked, looking down at her as she breathed heavily. Her eyes opened to look at him and she saw the desire that mirrored her own in his gaze.

"Yes," she replied. The wicked smile he gave her caused goosebumps to erupt over her skin. Omkara gazed down at her in appreciation. This was his Ishana, always pushing his buttons. He swooped down and stole another kiss from her lips as he used his free hand to push up the red tee she was wearing. Inch by inch she was revealed to him and he broke the kiss to push the shirt over her head.

"I'm letting go to get your shirt off. No funny business," he said. He let go of her hands and had the shirt off her in a flash seconds before she tried to free herself. But his reflexes were quicker and he had her wrist locked in his hands once more.

"I said no funny business."

Ishana pouted at him and he bent his head down to kiss the swell of her breast, hidden behind her plain black bra.

"Om, no teasing," she pleaded. His gaze flicked up at her lazily and he took pity on her when he noticed the agonized look on her face. He freed her wrists and she waste no time in attacking his shirt. Tossing it off to the side, she pulled him towards her and lifted her head to take his lips in a kiss of her own as her hands explored his lean torso.

"That's enough," he said pulling back from her kiss and nudging her hands away from himself.

"Om," her voice was laced with frustrated desire and Omkara could only watch her in amusement.

"You still don't control me, Ishana," he responded smugly. If she wasn't feeling all hot and bothered, Ishana would've hit his perfect face.

He hoisted her up against him and she gripped his arms for support as he unclasped her bra and slid the strap down her shoulders. Her hands slid down from his arms to her skirt and she tugged it down her hips along with her panties. He let go of her and she lay back down on the soft mattress, stretching her body and glowing under his appreciative gaze.

As an artist, Omkara saw beauty in many things but none compared to the beauty that was his wife. She was a delicate rose with the wit of the sharpest of thorns and he'd spent hours at a time exploring every crevice of her body with his hands. She'd been shy at the beginning but once he got her to open up to him, she displayed herself to him like the most succulent offerings gifted to him from the Gods themselves.

He trailed his hands up between the valley of her breasts before gently encompassing the two round mounds in his hands. Her back arched off the bed, pushing herself further into his hands and lust overpowered his senses. Undoing his trousers and slipping them off, he covered her body with his own, eagerly falling into her awaiting embrace. Like a practiced dance, he slid himself into her heat and groaned at the feeling of her tight walls clamping around him like a vice.

"I love you," Ishana gasped out, her eyes falling shut as her body took him in. Without hesitating further, he plunged into her in deep, hard strokes. She writhed beneath him, heavenly mewls escaping her lips. Her nails dug into the skin of his back and her constant words of love slipping past her lips drove him over the edge, but not before he took her to the peak of her climax and prodded her over.

Ishana wrapped her arms around him as he fell into her arms, exhausted. His head rested against her chest and she held him close to her, letting their racing hearts return to a more relaxed pace as they basked in their post coital bliss. She ran a hand through his locks and kissed the top of his head, a satisfied smile on her lips. Her smile widened further when his right hand slid down to her stomach and he lifted his head to look at her with a slightly worried look on his face.

"We're both fine," Ishana assured him, covering his hand with her own over the small bump where their child was tucked away. Omkara frowned further and he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his arms.

"That wasn't funny. You both could've gotten hurt," he said in a disapproving tone. Ishana sighed and placed her hand on his chest, resting her chin on the back of it so she was looking at him.

"Nope. I was in control. We wouldn't have gotten hurt," she said. His eyebrows shot up and he looked down at her while she simply gazed at him coyly.

"You didn't control me," he refused. Ishana chuckled and brushed his hair out of his eyes.

"Om. From the beginning till the end, I was the one in control," she said. He opened his mouth to retort but she cut him off by covering his mouth with her hand.

"If you were in control, you would've made the first move," she said, winking at him as his eyes widened.

"It's just a matter of perspective," she said laughing while he continued to look at her incredulously.