Collab Drabbles : These Ties That Bind Us. [vii. updated] - Page 3

Hi Innika... Thanks for the PM... I love the idea... count me in! (Might be extremely delayed...hahah... but will definitely hit you up when the right inspiration strikes)

Smut is okay, right? really short, 400 word smut? Okay, here you go! 😆 (inspired by the title of this Drabble series!)

THE TIES THAT BIND HER

"Shivaay! Anika gasped, pulling at the silk cords binding her wrists to the headboard above her head. Thrown on their bed, dress hiked up to her thighs, Anika had every reason to be mad as she squirmed under her husband's heavy body. She hadn't even noticed when he'd grabbed the silk rope from the curtain tiebacks. Storming back and forth, pacing, in the middle of one of her infamous rants, she'd been too busy raging at him. He had tried to speak, to reason, but no! Speaking at full volume, tadibaaz, incomprehensible words peppering her scolding, she was not going to listen to him tonight.

He, however, had been ready to make her. She did not realize how ready, until she was caught up, lifted, and dumped onto the bed. Between one heartbeat and the next, her hands were wrapped and tied above her head, a very angry husband breathing heavily as he loomed over her. Shocked, she came to a full stop.

Tired of trying to get a word in, Gentleman Singh Oberoi had turned into Caveman Singh Oberoi tonight. She would not shut up, so, for once, he'd make her. She would not stand still, so he'd tie her down. As his wife sputtered and thrashed, he put his palm over her mouth, weighed her body down with his, and said his piece.

Explanations were still being given by him when those chocolate eyes --angrily peering at him over his palm -- flared brightly, then suddenly dropped down. His own voice faltered, fight half-forgotten. His wife, her hands tied above, her mouth covered, and her body held by his-- now made a slow, lazy perusal from his face down to his hard torso and sissored legs. Checking him out. As her eyes rose back up, so did the part of his body that didn't recognize any difference between the heat of rage or...passion.

Carefully, half unbelievingly, Shivaay moved his palm away from Anika's lips, his eyes electric blue with desire. Looking up at him, through hooded lashes, she leaned upwards and slowly licked his palm, her tongue scorching his skin like a lit torch.

That was all.

Clothes went flying, what could not be discreetly removed were torn apart to reveal eager skin. Writhing under him, naked, eyes dark with desire, she burned for him, wet, needy. As he reached to untie her hands, he buried his face into her heaving breasts, lips suckling tightly furled nipples. His hands fumbled, blindly trying to free her wrists. Arching up against his length, legs wrapped around his hips, his wife caught her breath in a moan as he swiftly entered her slickness.

Shivaay thought his lust could not flame any higher, his desire burn any hotter. Then, her body tightening as he moved, she suddenly panted "Leave the ropes on..."

Oh lord you two - innika and naps - had me smiling throughout

Waiting for the next gems

Loved it Navin.

Beautifully penned

Innika

Very well written.. so accurate in describing the beauty that Shivika are ❤️
Thankyou so much for the PM Navin..
Love, Rida

Navin,that was awesome ! It had me blushing!

Fantastic Idea! Count me in for sure!!