MG SS : I OWN YOU ........... YOU ARE MINE[PART - 1]

Hotel Pleasure is the place where the women were sold and slept with men for sex. A man about 6 ft came out from his BMW car. He entered into the hotel. The hotel manager greeted him "Hello Mr. Khurana. How may I help you sir..." Yes the man is none other than Mr. Maan Singh Khurana, 29 years old angry, arrogant and ruthless. His parents died when he was 10 years old. After finishing his studies, he established K.C, his company and it was no. 1 construction Company in India. He destroyed everyone who came in his path and extended his business worldwide. He was the king of the business world. Girls fell on him. He took them on bed to satisfy his desire. He did not believe any relationship. What he wanted, he took it by hook and crook.

Maan smirked at the hotel manager.
Hotel Manager : Mr. Kapoor.
Maan : I need new, clean, someone who has never been touched by anyone before.
Mr Kapoor : Sir, please sit. Girls will be present here in few minutes.

Maan sat on the sofa and started to check his e-mails in his mobile. Mr. Kapoor called someone and told "Send all vergin girls in lobby". After some times, there were all girls present. But one girl wearing green anarkali attracted Maan at the first glance. She was seemed to be young among them. But the girl was very innocent but attractive. He noticed her features very clearly.

Her alabaster smooth milky skin, long silky straight hair, almond nut eyes, full plump red lips, swan-like neck, narrow waist, ample heaving breasts, round pert derriere, long slender legs, artist-like fingers. He was mesmerized by her beauty. He thought that girl was made for his bed. His thoughts were broken by the hotel manager.
Mr. Kpoor : Sir, do you choice any girl?
Maan : Yes. That girl is wearing yellow anarkali. What is her name?
Mr. Kapoor : Geet. Sir, she is 17. Sir, please don't mind. She will not able to satisfy you in the bed.
Maan : MR. KAPOOR I KNOW WHO IS ABLE TO SATISFY ME. KEEP YOUR KNOWLEDGE IN YOU (angrily)
Mr. Kapoor : Sorry sir.
Maan : Take 10 corers cheque ( he gave the cheque to the manager). And Remember If I come to know that any person of the hotel informs the media that I come here today, I will close the hotel.
The hotel manager knew MSK's power and he gulped in fear.
Mr. Kapoor : The media will not come to know what happen today here.
The manager called Geet. Geet came to the manager. The manager told her "You are sold to Mr. Khurana."
Maan stood beside Geet and placed his hand on her waist.
Maan : Lets go home Geet
They both came out from the hotel and sat in his car. Maan drove the car towards his house.

Maan : Geet , I told you na ... No one can separate you from me. I own your soul, heart and body. Nobody is allowed to touch your body except me. Nobody can make love with you except me. Nobody can pleasure you except me. You are mine.

Geet : I am yours ... only yours. I love you Maan.

Maan : I love you too

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Geet was sleeping on his bed wearing only his white see through shirt. He unbuttoned the shirt button fully to see her luscious body. Maan saw her body intently ... she had hazel brown eyes, long white nose and baby pink luscious lips. She had perfect body structure with perfect waist, perfect hips, perfect bosoms, and perfect buttocks. She had all perfect feminine parts. She looked teeny. Her soft and huge bosoms attracted him most. Her pink nipples were now taut due to the chilled atmosphere inside the room. Maan touched her nipples lightly just to have a feel of it. Geet parted her lips. His gaze fall on her lips they were inviting him to taste them.

Maan bend down close to her and kept his rough lips on her soft one. He started kissing her slowly not wanted to wake her up. Geet smiled a little in kiss. She was in deep slumber. He roamed his hands on her body curves. Maan broke the kiss when he felt short of breath. Geet moaned in her sleep.

Maan : Baby, just wait one more week. I will make you moan in my name when I will make love with you. After that Baby, always keep moaning in my name in every day. It's Maan Singh Khurana's promise.