Previous Part: Shuri & T’challa – The Black Jaguar
Shyam leaned back against the headboard. His fingers traced lazy circles on Surabhi’s thigh as she curled beside him. Her breathing was still uneven, her cheeks flushed from their last encounter. But he could see the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. He smirked, knowing exactly how to push her buttons.
“Truth or dare, Surabhi?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip before answering, “Dare.”
His grin widened, and he sat up slightly, his tone dropping into that commanding register that always made her stomach tighten. “Good girl,” he purred. “I dare you to let me try something new.”
Surabhi’s eyes widened, and she shifted uncomfortably, her mind racing with possibilities. “What kind of new?” she whispered, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
Shyam’s hand slid up her thigh, his touch firm but deliberate, as if savouring the way her body reacted to his every movement. “Something I’ve been thinking about for a while,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to explore your submission even further. I want to see how much you will go for me.”
Her breath hitched, and she nodded slowly, unable to refuse him. She trusted him—and more than that, she craved how he made her feel. Vulnerable. Wanted. His.
“Turn over,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.
Surabhi obeyed instantly, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face into the pillow. She felt exposed, her bare skin tingling as the cool air brushed against her. Shyam’s hands settled on her hips, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.
“Keep your legs together,” he instructed. His voice was steady but laced with anticipation. She complied, her heart pounding as she waited for whatever came next.
The first sharp spank landed on her ass, making her gasp and arch involuntarily. The sting was immediate, radiating through her body in waves. Before she could recover, another blow followed, then another, each one harder than the last.
Surabhi clenched her teeth, her fingers gripping the sheets as she fought to stay quiet.
“Good,” Shyam murmured, his hand rubbing the tender flesh he’d just marked. “You take it so well, little sister.” His words sent a jolt of heat through her, and she couldn’t help but whimper.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Do you like it when I punish you? When I make you mine?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I love it.”
Shyam chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing down to tease between her thighs. She was already wet, her body betraying just how much she craved this. “Sweet girl,” he murmured, slipping a finger inside her and making her gasp. “You’re so ready for me.”
He continued to play with her, alternating between gentle strokes and rough spanks, keeping her teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. Surabhi squirmed beneath him, her moans growing louder as he pushed her closer to the brink.
But just as she thought she might climax, he pulled away, leaving her aching and desperate. “Not yet,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “I decide when you come, understood?”
“Yes, Shyam,” she whimpered, trembling with need.
He stood then, his presence looming over her as he stripped off his clothes. Surabhi glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening at the sight of his arousal. She knew what was coming next, and the anticipation made her pulse race.
“Up,” he ordered, and she quickly scrambled to kneel on the bed, facing him. His gaze raked over her, admiring the marks he’d left on her skin. “You look perfect like this,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Mine.”
She shivered at the possessiveness in his tone, her body responding instinctively. Shyam stepped closer, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her mouth toward him. “Show me how much you want it,” he growled.
Surabhi didn’t hesitate, taking him into her mouth with practised ease. She focused on pleasing him, her tongue swirling around his length as she bobbed her head. Shyam groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as he thrust deeper, testing her limits. She took him without complaint, her muffled moans only spurring him on.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice strained. “Such a good girl.”
When he finally pulled away, Surabhi was panting, her lips swollen and glistening. Shyam cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his expression serious.
“Always,” she replied without hesitation.
He kissed her then, deep and demanding, before pushing her back onto the bed. “On your knees,” he instructed, and she obeyed, positioning herself on all fours.
Shyam knelt behind her, his hands roaming over her body as he prepared her. He teased her entrance with his fingers, stretching her gently before coating himself with lube. She tensed slightly. But he leaned down, pressing a reassuring kiss to her lower back.
“Relax,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you.”
And then he was pushing inside her, inch by agonizing inch until he was fully sheathed. Surabhi gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. It was intense, almost too much, but she forced herself to breathe deeply, trusting him completely.
Shyam began to move, his pace slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to grow accustomed to the feeling. But soon, his thrusts grew faster, rougher, driving her forward with each powerful motion. Surabhi cried out, her body shaking as pleasure and pain intertwined, overwhelming her senses.
“You feel incredible,” Shyam groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. “So tight, so perfect.”
She could only nod weakly, her mind foggy with bliss as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Then, with a final, brutal thrust, he reached around to stroke her clit, sending her spiralling over the edge. Surabhi screamed his name as her body convulsed, waves of ecstasy washing over her.
Shyam wasn’t far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his release. With a guttural groan, he spilt inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. They collapsed together, spent and breathless, their bodies entwined.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Then Shyam pressed a soft kiss to Surabhi’s shoulder, his voice gentle as he asked, “Still want to play, little sister?”
Shyam’s thrusts slowed as he felt Surabhi’s body tense beneath him. Her breath hitched in a way that made his grip on her hips tighten. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, soft and commanding, “You’re mine, Surabhi. Every part of you.”
Her response was a muffled whimper, lost in the pillow she had buried her face. When he finally stilled inside her, Shyam pulled out slowly, leaving her trembling and spent. He rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Surabhi lay beside him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin glistening with sweat. The silence between them was heavy, charged with something neither could quite name.
After a few moments, Shyam turned his head to look at her, a sly smirk on his lips. “Truth or dare?” he asked suddenly, his voice low and teasing.
Surabhi blinked, startled by the shift in tone. She propped herself up on one elbow, her dark hair falling in messy waves around her shoulders. “What?” she asked, her voice still shaky from their earlier intensity.
“You heard me,” Shyam replied, his smirk widening. “Truth or dare? Let’s make this interesting.”
She hesitated, her mind racing. They hadn’t played this game since they were children. But now, in this context, it felt dangerous—exciting. “Dare,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shyam chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “Good choice.” He sat up, his muscular frame looming over her as he reached for her ankle, pulling her leg gently toward him. His fingers traced the arch of her foot, sending a shiver up her spine.
“I dare you to tell me something you’ve never told anyone. Something naughty.”
Surabhi’s cheeks flushed. She bit her lip, her heart pounding as she tried to think of anything that would satisfy him. “I… I once touched myself while thinking about you,” she admitted, her voice trembling.
Shyam’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening slightly around her foot. “Oh?” he murmured, his thumb pressing the sensitive spot below her toes. “And what exactly were you imagining?”
Her breath hitched as she hesitated, the weight of his stare making her squirm. “Y-you… tying me up,” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “Making me beg for you.”
Shyam’s smirk deepened, and he released her foot, leaning closer until his face was inches from hers. “Interesting,” he purred. “Your turn. I pick Dare.”
She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to his broad chest before meeting his eyes again. “I dare you to spank me.”
The room seemed to grow hotter as Shyam’s smirk turned predatory. Without a word, he grasped her wrist and pulled her over his lap, positioning her so her ass was exposed. His hand came down sharply, the sound echoing through the room, followed by Surabhi’s gasp.
The sting was immediate, but it quickly melted into a warmth that spread through her entire body.
“Harder,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Shyam obliged his hand landing again and again, each strike more deliberate than the last. Surabhi gasped and moaned, her body writhing against his lap as the pain twisted into pleasure. When he finally stopped, her skin was flushed, and her breathing was ragged.
He ran a hand over the reddened flesh, his touch almost tender. She arched her back, pressing herself against him. “Truth or dare?” he asked again, his voice husky.
This time, Surabhi didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”
Shyam’s grin was wicked as he helped her sit up. His hands slid down her waist to grip her hips. “I dare you to let me take you deeper than before.”
Her eyes widened, her pulse quickening at the implication. She nodded, her breath hitching as he guided her onto her knees, positioning himself behind her. His fingers teased her entrance, slick with her arousal, before he pressed inside, stretching her in ways that made her cry out.
“Relax,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Just relax.”
She obeyed, letting her body adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, her nails digging into the sheets as he began to move. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, pushing her further and further into uncharted territory. The pain was sharp, but it was mingled with an overwhelming pleasure that left her gasping for air.
Shyam’s breath was hot against her neck as he leaned over her, his voice a low growl. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It hurts,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “But it’s so good.”
He groaned, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he regained control, thrusting harder, deeper. “You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, his hands moving to her boobs, kneading the soft flesh as he drove into her. “So tight, so perfect.”
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice shaking with restraint. “Now.”
The command shattered her resistance, and she cried out as her body convulsed, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Shyam followed close behind, his release tearing through him as he held her tightly. His movements slowed until they both collapsed, spent and trembling.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths. Then Shyam leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of Surabhi’s neck. “Your turn,” he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement. “Truth or dare?”
Surabhi’s chest rose and fell as she lay there, her body still buzzing from the intensity of their last round. Shyam’s lips lingered on her neck, his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She turned slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes hazy but defiant.
“Dare,” she whispered, her voice trembling just enough for him to notice.
Shyam’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her lower back. He leaned in closer, his voice low and commanding. “I dare you to crawl over to the corner of the bed. Present yourself to me on your hands and knees and beg for what you want next.”
When she reached the corner, she paused, glancing back at him over her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she held his gaze, her lips parting as she began to speak. “Please, Shyam…” Her voice was soft, quivering with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “…tell me what you want from me.”
Shyam’s eyes darkened, his expression sharpening with hunger. He moved closer, his hand sliding up the curve of her thigh until his palm rested firmly on her hip. “Good girl,” he purred, his voice dripping with approval. “But I think you know what I want. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Surabhi’s heart raced, her body trembling as she forced the words out. “ I want you to use me. However, you want. However, it pleases you.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest. Before she could react, his hand came down sharply on her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Surabhi gasped, arching her back instinctively as the sting bloomed across her skin. Shyam’s fingers dug into her flesh, holding her steady.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “That’s my good little sister. So obedient, so eager to please.”
His praise sent a surge of heat through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. But Shyam wasn’t done. His free hand trailed down her spine, his touch feather-light until he reached the base of her back. Then, without warning, his fingers dipped lower, brushing against her most sensitive spot.
Surabhi cried out, her body jerking forward, but he held her firmly in place.
“Ah-ah,” he chided, his tone teasing. “Stay still. You wanted this, didn’t you? To be used?”
She nodded frantically, her nails digging into the sheets. “Yes, Shyam. Please don’t stop.”
He smirked, his fingers pressing deeper, exploring her with a precision that made her legs shake. “Tell me again,” he demanded, his voice rougher now. “Tell me how badly you need it.”
Surabhi’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her words tumbling out in a desperate plea. “I need it… so badly. I need you to take control, to make me yours completely. Please, Shyam, I’m begging you.”
Her words seemed to ignite something primal in him. Shyam withdrew his hand suddenly, leaving her empty and aching, before grabbing her hips and pulling her back toward him. The roughness of his movements sent a thrill through her.
She eagerly repositioned herself, spreading her legs wider to give him full access. Shyam chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh. “Such a needy little thing,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. “But I suppose I can’t leave you hanging. Not when you ask so nicely.”
Before she could respond, he gripped her hips tighter and thrust into her without warning. Surabhi gasped, her back arching as he filled her. He set a relentless pace from the start, each movement driving her closer to the edge. Her cries filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Shyam leaned over her, one hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him. “Look at me,” he growled, his voice rough with barely contained lust. “I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you senseless.”
She obeyed, her gaze locking with his as he continued to pound into her. The intensity of his stare only heightened the pleasure coursing through her. She felt herself unravelling faster than she expected. Her moans grew louder and more frantic until she was clinging to the edges of consciousness.
Just as she felt herself teetering on the brink, Shyam slowed his movements, pulling nearly out before entering her again with agonizing slowness. Surabhi whimpered, her body trembling with frustration. “Shyam… please…”
He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over her. “Not yet,” he said, his voice firm. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
Her cries turned into a frustrated groan, but she dared not argue. Instead, she clenched around him, trying to coax him into giving her what she needed. But Shyam only laughed, his grip tightening on her hips as he resumed his punishing pace.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now, Surabhi. Come for me.”
The command shattered her restraint, and she cried out as her climax crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure consuming her entirely. Shyam followed close behind, his release tearing through him as he held her tightly. His movements slowed until they both collapsed, spent and trembling.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths. Then Shyam pressed a kiss to the back of Surabhi’s neck, his voice soft but laden with promise. “Truth or dare?”
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