Previous Part: Shuri & T’challa – The Black Jaguar – Part 2
Surabhi shuddered as Shyam’s lips lingered on the back of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. The weight of his body still pressed into hers, solid and unyielding, a reminder of his control. Her mind was still foggy from the intensity of their earlier encounter, but his question cut through the haze like a sharp blade.
Truth or dare?
She tilted her head slightly, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity. “Truth.”
Shyam chuckled low in his throat, a sound that sent a ripple of anticipation through her. He shifted off her, rolling onto his side so he could face her, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Good choice,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arm. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.”
“I…” She swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly. “Sometimes… when I’m alone… I think about what it would be like if you were even rougher with me. If you didn’t hold back at all.”
The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and electric. Shyam’s expression darkened, his gaze burning with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. His fingers tightened on her thigh, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush again.
“Rougher?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “You want me to stop being gentle?”
She nodded, her breath hitching as his other hand slid up to cup her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want to feel… completely owned.”
Shyam’s lips curled into a wicked smile, and for a moment, he said nothing, letting the tension build until it felt like the air itself might ignite. Then, without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other gripped her hip firmly.
“Then let’s play by your rules this time,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you, Surabhi. You asked for this.”
She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as his weight settled over her, his hardness pressing against the curve of her ass. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “My turn for truth. Tell me how much you crave this.”
Her mind was spinning, her body already responding to his dominance. “I… I crave it more than anything,” she admitted, her voice breaking as his fingers dug into her hip. “I need it, Shyam. Please.”
He growled softly, releasing her wrists to trail his hands down her sides, his touch possessive and deliberate. “You’re mine,” he muttered, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. “Every inch of you. And tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly what that means.”
Before she could respond, his hand came down sharply on her ass, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. Surabhi gasped, arching against him as the sting spread through her skin, followed quickly by a surge of heat that pooled between her thighs. Shyam didn’t give her time to recover, delivering another smack, harder this time, and then another, each one leaving her trembling and desperate for more.
“Shyam—” she whimpered, her voice shaking.
“Truth,” he interrupted, his tone commanding. “Do you like it when I spank you? Do you like feeling my hand on your skin, marking you as mine?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. “I love it. I love it when you claim me.”
His growl of approval sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt him shift behind her, spreading her legs wider with his knees. His fingers teased her entrance, slick with her arousal, before sliding inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Surabhi cried out, her hips rocking against his hand as he worked her expertly, building her pleasure until she was on the brink.
But just as she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled his fingers away, ignoring her whimper of protest. “Not yet,” he said firmly, his voice thick with authority. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
She groaned, her body trembling with need, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she turned her head to look at him, her eyes pleading. “Please, Shyam…”
His smirk was feral as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entry as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a single, brutal thrust, he filled her completely, stealing her breath and drawing a strangled cry from her deep throat.
“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded, his voice harsh as he began to move, his hips snapping against hers with punishing force.
“Yours!” she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets as he drove into her again and again, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. “It’s yours, Shyam!”
He grunted in satisfaction, one hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry lips. “And who do you belong to?” he growled, his teeth grazing her skin.
“You,” she moaned, her voice breaking as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur. “I belong to you, only you—”
Her words dissolved into incoherent cries as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming almost savage in their intensity. She could feel herself unraveling, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak, but she clung to the last shred of control, waiting for his permission.
“Come for me, Surabhi,” he commanded, his voice raw and ragged. “Now.”
For a long moment, they remained tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of their connection. Then Shyam pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his voice softer now but no less commanding.
“Truth or dare?”
Shyam’s smile turned wicked. “I want you to help me. Help me bring her here. Help me make her mine. And then…” He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Watch me break her.”
Surabhi’s breath caught, her mind reeling. The idea was outrageous, forbidden, dangerous. But the way he said it, the promise in his voice, made her ache with need. She wanted to please him. Wanted to prove that no one could satisfy him like she could.
“How?” she breathed, her voice shaking.
Shyam pulled back, his gaze piercing. “That’s your next dare. Find a way to get her here. Make her come to me. And if you succeed…” He reached between her legs, teasing her already sensitive flesh. “I’ll reward you in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Surabhi moaned, her body arching into his touch. “Shyam…”
“Do you accept the dare?” he demanded, his fingers circling her clit with deliberate precision.
“Y-yes,” she gasped, her resolve crumbling under his relentless assault. “I’ll do it. I’ll bring her to you.”
Shyam’s smirk returned, triumphant and darkly pleased. “Good girl.” “truth or dare”
“And then there was the first time I saw porn,” he went on, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I was 15, and I found a video on my friend’s phone. It was raw, dirty, nothing like the soft-core stuff they show in movies. I remember thinking, this is what I want. This is how I want to feel—how I want you to feel.”
Surabhi’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. There was something exhilarating about hearing him talk like this, about knowing that she had been the focus of his fantasies for so long.
“What about you?” Shyam asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “Have you ever thought about anyone… inappropriate?”
Surabhi hesitated, her mind racing. She bit her lip, torn between honesty and fear of his reaction. But the way he was looking at her—like he already knew—made the truth spill out before she could stop it.
“Grandfather,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve… I’ve always been drawn to older men. And sometimes, when I see someone… lower class, I think about what it would be like. How rough they might be. How different it would feel.”
Shyam’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he processed her words. For a moment, Surabhi worried she’d gone too far, but then he smiled—a wicked, dangerous smile that made her pulse race.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh. “Maybe we should explore that sometime.”
Before Surabhi could respond, Shyam leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was all-consuming…
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