Rishbala TS: Fifty Shades of Kundra (Part 3, Pg. 17) 4/8/2015 - Page 7

Damn! Nothing is sexier than his biwi holding a pair of silk ties, promising sexy times all night long. RK grins, he never expected his prim and proper Madhu to turn into a sexy siren. Not even in his wildest fantasies. His grin widens as he thinks he certainly never expected her to show an interest in bondage either. RK is ecstatic to accommodate his biwi's fantasies. But contrary to Madhu's plans, he plans to take the driver's seat.

RK smirks and leans forward, as he caresses the length of Madhu's arms, making her shiver with pleasure. He grabs her fist that is securely clutching the ties and leans down and whispers into her ears.

RK: Biwi?

Madhu: Hmm...

RK: I know you think that you get to be Grey because (rolling his eyes) you are Mr. India in our relationship. But in this particular instance, (he grins sexily) my male pride demands that you allow me to be Grey. (He pauses to lightly bite Madhu's earlobe, eliciting a moan out of her) You want Fifty Shades of Grey my dearest biwi? Well my sexy seductress, let me fulfill your fantasy.

Madhu barely registers the words coming out of RK's mouth as she is far more interested in what his lips are doing to her body. She arches her neck, silently demanding that he continue with his ministrations.

He kisses his way down her soft neck, his teeth lightly grazing on the sensitive spot above her collarbone. As Madhu moans in pleasure and clutches his shoulders urgently, RK smiles with satisfaction, it's far too easy to get a response out of his biwi.

Realizing Madhu is too far gone in her passion to pay much attention to anything else, RK reaches up and grabs hold of Madhu's hands. He takes the silk ties and quickly and efficiently binds her wrists into a loose knot to the bed railing, so she won't be too uncomfortable.

Grinning mischievously, RK slightly moves away, waiting for Madhu to realize that she has been tied to the bed. It took a moment for her to realize and the passion in her eyes turn into irritation. She pulls at the ties, unsuccessful in her attempt to break free.

Madhu (glares): What the hell?!? You're supposed to be bound to bed. Not me!

RK's deep laugh reverberates in the room. His biwi's outrage is quite charming. He grins wickedly, unlike most husbands, he loves it when his biwi shows her claws. It's one hell of a turn on! Though he loves the taste of her, sweet like honey, just like her name, he prefers she be his special brand of jungli billi, wild and reckless.

Madhu (gives up her struggle and pouts): This was my idea. It's my fantasy and you're supposed to yield to me RK, not the other way around.

Smiling tenderly at Madhu, he leans down and captures her lips for a searing kiss. RK teases the corner of her lips and with gentle pressure of his thumb on her chin, she opens her moist, stubborn lips, giving his questing tongue the much desired entry. With each insistent stroke of his tongue, melting away her resistance, Madhu moans as she once again feels the passionate tension building up with in her.

RK breaks free from the kiss and gently places a kiss on Madhu's forehead.

RK (brushes back her hair and says softly): It's still your fantasy biwi and I will be working very hard tonight to make sure it's fulfilled. Plus (grins), doing it my way is just going to be so much more fun.

Madhu grunts in reply. She's done talking. Now all she wants is action from this pati of hers!

Madhu (annoyed): RK...?

RK (leans up on his elbow as he rests his other arm on Madhu's stomach): Yes biwi?

Madhu: Shut up and get on with your husbandly duties!

RK (grins wickedly): Your wish is my command madame.

He leans down and kisses her neck as the hand on her stomach, slowly travels up pulling up her negligee, exposing her skin. RK's mouth travels lower, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses, making Madhu moan and strain against the knots. Her sweet response and erratic breathing is like always, music to his ears. RK's hand possessively close over her right bosom. His thumb brushes against the nipple straining against the flimsy fabric and he feels a mad urge to see Madhu in all of her naked glory.

Resisting the urge to tear the fabric off her delectable body, RK pulls up the negliee past her chest to only face another challenge. With Madhu's hands tied, he can't get it off her.

RK (breathing hard, he whispers hotly): Biwi...I know you're going to be pissed. But I have no choice but to rip this damned thing off your body. I'll just buy you another one...hell...I'll buy you the whole damned Victoria's Secret collection...

Madhu (annoyed, interrupts): Dearest pati...will you just shut up and rip the damned thing off already and get back to the business at hand?!? (Rolls her eyes and talks to herself) God...you gave me a husband who would rather talk and hear his own voice instead of making love to his wife!

RK chuckles and decides to comply with his frustrated, demanding biwi's command. Hell! He would have done it, with our without her permission. With much relish, he pulls hard at the red lace and rips it through the middle. He stares down at awe at the perfection that is Madhu's body. Even after a year of being married to each other and humping it like jackrabbits, he is still in awe that his beautiful, perfectly molded Madhu is his biwi.

RK lowers his head and takes Madhu's left nipple into his mouth. Causing her to nearly scream and buckle up as tremors of pleasure course through her at the feel of his tongue lavishing her sensitive bud with loving attention.

RK (looks up at Madhu's flushed face and whispers): Beautiful...

Madhu, in the throes of passion, strains against the ties and pleads with him to continue. Her hands itch to sink into RK's thick hair and pull his head up to demand he finish what he started. He smiles wickedly and lowers his head to lavish equal amount of attention on her right bosom, his hands kneading, his tongue and teeth creating havoc with Madhu's senses.

Leaving trails of light, weightless kisses, RK trails his tongue over her belly button as his hand travels lower to her moist, feminine core. Feeling her desire, he controls his need to sheath himself into her tight passage and pump wildly in her like a savage beast.

Madhu (moans and writhes with desire): RK...please...please...!

Deciphering her incomprehensible pleas and knowing exactly what his biwi desires, RK thrusts his finger into her. Wanting to heighten her pleasure, he demands that she heed his instructions.

RK (watching Madhu's increased struggle to escape the ties, demands): Pull harder sweetheart. That's it, tighten your lower body. (She does as he demands, mindless to everything but the quest to reach the end of this seemingly endless, pleasurable torture.) Beautiful. That's it. I promise it will be all the more pleasurable. Just keep pulling darling.

His finger thrust in and out, feeling her muscles contract at the invasion. His member strains against his pants, hard and ready to mimic his finger. Strumming her with his thumb like guitar strings, RK touches Madhu with his tongue. He feels her body shiver at the onslaught of her first orgasm of the evening. Her eyes roll back in her head and she opens her mouth and lets out a piercing scream of pleasure.

RK quickly gets off her and strips off his clothes with a savage cry. He can't wait any longer. Hell! He is going to join his biwi on this ride and make it to the final stretch.

Soon he joins Madhu, leaning on his forearms so as not to crush her with his weight. RK thrusts in her with a hoarse shout. She wraps her legs tightly around him, sheathing him farther into her scabbard. Still in the throes of her orgasm, she finally breaks free of the ties and wraps her arms around RK's straining, muscled shoulders. Her moans of pleasure mingle with his hoarse shout as he pumps in and out of her, her hips accepting each of his thrusts. RK whispers sweet nothings into Madhu's ears as she pleads with him to take them to safely take them to the end of their journey, her nails scorching his shoulders and back. Finally with one last thrust, RK falls on top of Madhu, his head resting on the crook of her neck, too spent to move an inch.

As their breathing returns to normal, RK pulls out of Madhu and lightly kisses her on the lips. He rolls over to the side and takes her with him. Sated, she rests her head on his chest, happily listening to his erratic heart beat from their bout of passion. Madhu smiles with satisfaction, she loves the affect she has on him and prays it never changes.

RK drops a kiss on her shoulder and glides his hand down the arm resting on his stomach. He feels her wrist in equal part of shock, wonder and laughter. RK puts his hand under Madhu's chin and tilts her face up to meet his inquiring eyes.

RK (quirks his brow and points at her wrists): Seriously biwi? Both of them were one of my favorite ties.

Madhu giggles in response. She knows what he wants to hear, that he was so good that she found the strength to break through. She knows her patidev. RK, with his larger than life ego, will preen like a rooster if she strokes his ego and tell him the truth. The man is damned good in bed but she can't have him strut around with an overinflated ego. Madhu giggles again just imagining RK walking around with a puffed up chest. No. She can't tell him with words but (she smiles wickedly) she can show him.

RK (leans down and kisses her on the nose and inquires): What's so funny biwi?

Madhu shakes her head in the negative. No way is she going to tell him the reason for her amusement. God knows it will only lead him to act like a bully, therefore ruin the beautiful moment. She smiles, plus the man shouldn't always be privy to her thoughts.

RK (sternly): Biwi...

Madhu (gets up and straddles his hips and whispers): Ready for round 2?

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