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Hello everyone,
I came back to present the first gift to my Mishti Tasnim because she is glittering gold 😳 ... Congratulations Tasnim and I labh you 🤗
WARNING - MATURE CONTENT - READING SUBJECTED TO CHOICE.
THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT
"I haven't ruled it out ... But I don't care to be forced into anything. No matter how beautiful it is ... A cage will be a cage."
EPISODE ONE
As she walked into the bar several men turned to watch. The new black dress was brief and eye catching. She paused in the doorway, letting them look there fill. After all she knew she is too pretty for a gaze to hold. She saw an empty table near the middle of the room and walked slowly towards it. A woman turned to glare at her. She smiled in return knowing it was her husband's reaction to her arrival that had made her angry. Her hair bounced around her shoulders as she crossed the room. The little black dress slid up her thighs barely covering the top of her stockings as she sat down. A waitress arrived quickly and she ordered a scotch and then kneaded the tensed knot of her forehead with her fingertips.
He observed her pale skin from a distance. She looked tired and frustrated and a little bit angry but all the more beautiful. He knew nothing about her but he recognized that she was not a woman who would shed herself for credit cards but he wanted her for tonight. She was a woman worth a muse ... worth painting and poetry. Worth being cherished. And he will cherish her. Had it been any other day, He would have skimmed through a variety of differently decked up girls and chosen one to quench his addictions but not tonight. Tonight it was just about this one pretty woman sitting across the tables on whom he had laid his eyes on.
She was breathing stress nowadays. Professional as well as personal. Her family hardly supported her career building decisions with the chant of how girls should behave like girls. She feels that she should have graduated in some course concerned to becoming an ideal Daily soap like Housewife instead of fashion studies. Her elder sister Shreshtha was preparing to get married ... checking out alliances and all and then she knew it would be her turn. Her parents are not going to spare her. But whom will she marry, Ajay, her boyfriend of eight months ditched her because she caught him cheating on her. A girl like you is not worth a man's bed.' He had yelled before pushing her down during their last fight.
The band began to play slow bluesy music when she closed her eyes trying to forget everything for a moment savoring the tune and unwind. When she opened them again the waitress was back with the scotch. "Compliments of the tall guy at the bar ... Because too sensual you look. she winked and left. She straightened her hair and raised the drink in a silent thank you to a certain tall man. He grinned and watched as she raised the glass to her lips, she couldn't seem to take her eyes from him. It wasn't only that he is handsome. It was the feeling of strength and power that emanated from him that aroused her. He has a strong square chin, dark eyes and the most beautiful full lips. The kind that made you imagine what you would do to me given the chance. He possessed intent she recognized with the way he smiled at her.
She finished the scotch but before she could order another a man asked her to dance. She was hoping he would ask but decided she would say yes and show him what he was missing. It was a slow song, she loves to dance, to move with the music. She slid her body against the stranger who held her to close and began moving his hands over her in a way she did not like. She tried to break away from him but he held her tightly. A large hand tapped him on the shoulder.
A deep voice said "I believe this dance is mine." It is him
She gratefully let him gather her in his arms and hold her. "Why did you dance with him?" He asked in a voice deep and gruff.
She blushed and told him the truth. "I was hoping if you saw me dance you would ask me." He chuckled and stroked her back with his palms.
"Impatient little thing, aren't you?"
Her eyes widened, "I have never been called little in my life!" She did not know whether to be offended or pleased.
"What's your name?" He asked her after a minute.
"Does it matter?" She asked him in return.
He looked at her for a moment and then said, "Yes, I think it does," then he took a pause before saying, "I want to hear you call out my name when I do all kinds of inappropriate things to you." She gasped and he chuckled again. She felt one of his hands drop lower to the flesh on her hip. He rubbed it for a moment before lowering his fingers and lightly snapping the back of her stocking. She whimpered, she could not seem to help herself. He smiled as he soothed her skin.
"Your body language entices me and I am craving for you now. He whispered in her ear.
"Do you think you can handle me young man. I taste to fiesty for egos ... I don't serve them right.
"For what I need to consume are your moans, whimpers and murmurs. Play fair or I will teach you this game. He was just a patient wolf.
"I don't deserve to be in a man's bed. My boyfriend had cursed me. She played with a finger on his cheek.
"That I can decide if you let me ... dear woman.
She tiptoed to softly press her lips against his and giggle heartily.
They stayed on the dance floor, and when the music began again he pulled her closer. She could feel his arousal between her thighs and was amazed when she reached between them and stroked him once with the back of her hand. He startled her with a grab on her hand and held it there pressing it against his heated flesh.
"If you do exactly what I tell you, I might let you have some of that." She looked up at him and he is smiling calmly looking at her.
"Reach in my pocket," he said releasing her hand. She felt a key at the bottom of his pocket. "Take it and put it in your bra right now." Her heart beat faster as she did what she was told to do. Both of his hands cupped her derriere and he turned to yank her inside of him so anyone in the bar could not watch as he fondled her. The skirt of her dress bunched in his fingers and she knew that the top of her stockings were showing. He looked around and caught the eye of several men eyeing her ... He smirked thinking that he owns whatever they are drooling for. He pushed his knee between her thighs and pressed against her, she moaned as he squeezed her again, pulling her skirt high enough so that he can feel her bottom. He began to rub two fingertips up and down the crack under her skirt. She was shaking when he finally released her.
He helped to straighten her dress and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I want you to go upstairs now, to my room and wait for me, and as you leave, look around at the men and yes even a lady or two and see the lust in their eyes. Because they all want you." She turned without saying a word. and walked slowly back to my table. A lady met her there and whispered, "Call me," as she slipped her a card with a phone number on it. Her face flushed at the thought. She picked up her purse and started for the door. One man caught her eye and smiled knowingly. After that she kept her eyes on the door. She walked quickly to the elevator and then took the key out and looked at the number. It said 412 across it. She pushed a button on the elevator and leaned against the wall closing her eyes and trying to steady the breathing. By the time she found the room her heart was still pounding. Such an adventure was new to her. Feeling a man up so close was new. Taking in some heady cologne was new. Letting a man touch her everywhere was new. But all she could feel is fulfillment.
She slipped the key into the lock and turned the handle.The door closed behind her, and she set the key down on a table next to the door. The room was spacious and beautiful. A penthouse, she thought walking to the window. She opened the heavy curtain and unlatched the balcony door. She slid it opened and welcomed the soft breeze. She jumped as the door opened and closed behind her. Yes, she can be touched and dealt with in all primitive ways ... she knew now. Nobody could curse her. She was too close to this young and handsome stranger because she wanted to. A cure for the chaos, he felt like. She turned and their eyes met. He watched her without moving. "Did you see there faces?" He asked. "Do you realize how much they wanted you?" She did not answer just stood there. "Come here," he said and she obeyed. He took her hand and led her towards the bed. "Turn around" he say softly. "Lift up your skirt.
Her eyes widen but she slowly raised the hem, she felt it sliding over her skin as she pulled it up until she is completely exposed. "So pretty," he said and leaned over giving her a light slap, watching her skin flush in the shape of his hand. The black thong rode high, the matching lace garter framed her bottom exciting him more. "Take your dress off for me, honey," he said sitting down and pulling off his necktie. She reached for the tiny row of buttons that ran down the front of her dress. One by one she undid them until the dress was open. She slid it from her shoulders and it pooled around her sandals.
Her chest swelled under his watchful gaze. The little beads tightened and strained against the sheer black lace of her brassiere. He pulled her towards him and she stood in between his legs. His hands wound around her waist and he pressed his face into her skin breathing in her scent. His hands travelled lower to her tightening his hold on her. Squeezing gently. She felt his lips pressed against the underside of her breast rubbing softly back and forth. His teeth nip at her through her lacy bra. Her fingers shook as she undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders and laying a line of kisses down his neck and across his chest, nipping softly at the skin and soothing with her lips and tongue. Without any warning he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto her stomach across the bed. She tried to roll over but he stopped her with one hand on the middle of her back. "What's your name?" He demanded frantically.
"Gauri" she whispered. He smiled as he ran a single finger up her spine. She shivers "Yours?" She asked.
"Omkara" he answered resting on his elbow next to her. He sat up and ran his hand slowly down her back over her plump hip and down her thigh to her ankles. He flicked the strap of her spiked sandal off her heel and then pushed it slowly off her foot. He stroked the arch of her foot and up her calf and then her thigh, she could feel his hand moving so slowly upward, she gasped when he invaded close to touching her but he slipped fingers back down over the other thigh and removed her other sandal instead. slowly his hands both of them glide up her legs after removing her delicate chained anklet, pausing to trace the line of her thong. He sat up with his legs over the side of the bed and pulled her up next to him.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled it off slowly, she dropped it on the ground and quickly opened the zipper. He was already so hard watching her remove his pants and hold him in the palm of her hand. He urgently stopped her by pulling her closer. She straddled his lap and they groaned together when she rubbed himself against him. "This has got to go" he said snapping her thong. He slipped his fingers under the elastic and begin to tug them down. She stood up while he dragged them down her calves and helped her step out of them. Grabbing her thighs he pulled her back into his lap. His fingers unhook her bra and peel it from her body. "Omkara?" She whispered.
"Huh?" He asked stroking his hands over her skin.
"I'M..." She could not even finish.
"Shhh" everything's fine, you'll see," he said brushing her hair back off her cheek. and leaning closer to kiss her. His lips trail over hers and down her chin to her neck where he lingered feeling her tremble in his arms. His fingers slip between her thighs. He growled realizing that she is so damn wet. He drew his fingers back and forth sinking it slowly between her unexplored sides. She was so hot and ready for him, she pulled his hands to her hips and he guided her as she sank slowly down onto his length. At first she did not move, he gave her a minute to get used to him. then he slid his hands under to bring her up slowly. His teeth sink into her bosom and she cried out as he sucked it between his mouth. She pushed back down setting a slow rhythm with lazy figure eight's riding him slowly savoring each movement. "You taste so sweet," he whispered roughly as his tongue licked over her skin. The rhythm became more insistent and he grabbed her waist for leverage as he pushed into her harder aching her in a rough thrust and realizing that he had taken away her hymen . Her hands push against his shoulders and he lay back and rolled over, pinning her beneath him, still deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and arched as he thrust into her. Her fingernails dug into his back as he surged forward pumping in to her.
He withdrew slowly and rest his head on her as they caught the sync of their breathing pattern. "Turn over and get on your knees," he said standing up next to the bed. She looked up at him hesitating and then turned over but just lay there wondering what he was going to do her , his hand came down hard on her hip. 'smack' "On your knees!" He repeated more forcefully this time. His voice scared and excited her at the same time. She did as he commanded slowly she could feel the bed dip as he knelt behind her. His tongue touched her softly at first, licking each lip and then sucking first one and then the other. "You like that?" He asked gently massaging her thigh.
She moaned "yes." He reached up and touched her dampened slit ... he smirked realizing his effect on an innocent novice , he poked her with his thumb rubbing it with small circles and then plunged his tongue inside her. She whimpered and began to pant as he pushed in deep and then withdrew. Spreading her cheeks he touched the tip of his tongue to her thigh and rimmed her slowly. She bucked against him, and he can hear and even feel her excitement. He pushed his tongue in and out and then moved to stand behind her. She felt painful as he pushed quick and hard knowing every intimate detail of her body... he slid in and out pushing harder with each stroke. Two fingers rub against her nub as he pumped steadily into her quickening the pace. He spanked her and then soothed it and then spanked again. She cried out with each slap and he groaned, leaning forward to hold his finger up to her lips "taste yourself from my finger." She licked it between her lips and he moaned slamming the finger into her mouth quicker, and harder. He pulled out his finger slowly from her mouth when she slightly bit him and he used it again to tear her a bit.
Her body shook violently as she began responsive in a nerve shattering climax pleading and screaming his name clenching him in the secrecy of her.
He shot and gasped for breathe with each thrust. Slow, Fast ... Rough and Gentle. She can feel herself being drenched and filled with each grunt of his. He collapsed on top of her and they lay there, gasping for breath and wondering what would happen next.
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