“Do you always think about me like this?” Sumira’s voice quivered, her words hanging in the air like a delicate thread. She lay on her bed, the silk sheets whispering against her skin as she shifted slightly, her legs exposed beneath the blanket.
Her toes wriggled nervously, awaiting Manish’s touch.
Manish hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering inches from her feet. His dark eyes flicked up to meet hers, a mix of curiosity and desire swirling in their depths.
“I’ve thought about you more times than I can count,” he admitted, his voice low and steady. His hand finally made contact with her foot, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, sending a shiver up her spine.
Sumira exhaled slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. She had spent her entire life trapped in a gilded cage, her every move dictated by rules and expectations.
But tonight, she was determined to break free—to taste the forbidden fruit she had only ever dreamed of.
It had all started earlier that day. Sumira’s 19th birthday had come and gone, but the weight of her parents’ absence hung heavy. They were away at some conference, as usual, leaving her alone in the sprawling mansion.
Her grandparents had retired to their wing of the house, leaving her with the rare gift of solitude—and opportunity.
She had spent the day planning, her mind racing with possibilities. She had always been the good girl, the perfect daughter. But beneath the surface, a fire burned—a longing for something real, something raw.
She had seen it in the lives of the people she watched in documentaries. They laughed and loved without caring for societal norms. That was what she wanted. Freedom.
Her first choice had been Anwar. The young servant always lingers a little too long in her presence. But when she learned he was sick and wouldn’t be coming to work, she felt disappointed and determined. She was not going to let this opportunity slip away.
That was when her gaze fell on Manish. He was older, more experienced, and had a reputation for being… forward. He had always looked at her with a certain hunger, which thrilled her whenever she caught his gaze. Tonight, she decided, she would give him what he wanted—and, in doing so, take what she needed.
“Tell me,” Sumira murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She propped herself up on her elbows, the blanket slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her shoulder. “Have you ever… been with someone like me?”
Manish’s hands stilled on her foot, his eyes locking onto hers. “Someone like you?” he repeated, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You mean a princess? No, Sumira. There’s no one like you.”
Her cheeks flushed at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and pride flooding her. She hadn’t expected him to be so bold. But it only fueled her desire further.
“And what about my mother?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She knew she was treading dangerous ground but couldn’t help herself. The thrill of the forbidden was intoxicating.
Manish chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a wave of heat through her body. “Your mother is a beautiful woman,” he said carefully, his hands resuming their work on her feet, kneading the tender flesh with practised ease. “But she’s nothing compared to you.”
Sumira’s breath hitched in her throat. Was he flirting with her? She had always been so sheltered, so naive. But tonight, she felt a power she had never known before—that came from being desired.
“Why don’t you come closer?” she suggested, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. She patted the bed beside her, her heart racing as she waited for his response.
Manish raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Are you sure about that, princess? Once I get closer, there’s no turning back.”
Sumira’s lips curled into a smile, her confidence growing with each passing second. “I’m sure,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.
Manish didn’t need to be told twice. He moved onto the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. His presence was overwhelming, his scent—a mix of sandalwood and something distinctly male—filling her senses.
Sumira’s heart pounded as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
“What do you want, Sumira?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The touch was electric, igniting a fire deep within her.
“I want… to feel alive,” she admitted her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to know what it’s like to be free.”
Manish’s eyes darkened, a predatory gleam flickering in their depths. “Then let me show you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
Sumira’s breath caught in her throat as his hands moved up her legs, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She had never felt anything like this—so raw and intense. It was as if every nerve in her body was on fire, every inch of her skin craving more.
“Manish,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. “Please…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against hers with a hunger that left her breathless. Sumira moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, desperate for more.
His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessiveness that made her shiver. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her thigh, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
Sumira nodded, her eyes locking onto his. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice filled with conviction.
Manish’s smirk returned full force. “Good,” he murmured before claiming her lips once more.
Sumira felt the world around her fade away, leaving nothing but the two of them. She had spent her entire life waiting for this moment—to feel something real, something raw. And as Manish’s hands explored her body, his lips devouring hers, she knew she had finally found it.
Freedom.
But it wasn’t just freedom she was seeking anymore. It was something deeper, something darker. Manish’s hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. She felt a surge of power, realising that she could be more than just a shy heiress. She could be dominant.
Sumira’s eyes fluttered open, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. “Manish,” she purred, her voice laced with newfound confidence. “I think it’s my turn to take control.”
Manish’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t resist as she pushed him onto his back, straddling him with a determined gleam in her eyes.
“You wanted to show me freedom,” she whispered, her hands trailing down his chest. “But I think it’s time I showed you power.”
Manish’s grin widened, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned closer. “Then show me, princess,” he murmured. “Show me what it means to be in charge.”
Sumira’s breath hitched as their lips met again, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in each other. And as she took control, she knew that this was only the beginning of her daring journey towards pleasure and dominance.
But for now, she was content to lose herself in the moment—and in the intoxicating embrace of the man she had chosen to share it with.
“Manish,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “Make me yours.”
His response was immediate, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss as his hands explored her body with a possessiveness that left her breathless. And as they lost themselves in each other, Sumira knew that this was only the beginning of her daring journey towards pleasure and dominance.
But for now, she was content to lose herself in the moment—and in the intoxicating embrace of the man she had chosen to share it with.
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Sumira sat perched on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding. This is it, she thought, her hands trembling slightly.
She held the silk scarf she had chosen for tonight’s game. She had spent hours planning this, rehearsing the words in her head, imagining how Manish would look at her—helpless, vulnerable, completely at her mercy. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill of excitement mingling with a hint of fear.
Manish stood before her, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and curiosity. He had been called to her room, as he often was. But this time, the air was charged with something different—something electric. He could feel it. The shift in her demeanour.
Her eyes lingered on him, calculating, assessing. He knew her well enough to sense she was up to something. He was more than willing to play along.
“Sumira,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. “What’s on your mind tonight?”
She smiled, a slow, deliberate curl of her lips that made his pulse quicken. “Lie down,” she commanded, her voice firm, though there was a faint tremor of uncertainty beneath the surface.
Manish raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, stretching out on the bed, his muscular frame filling the space. He watched her intently, his gaze never leaving her face as she moved to stand over him, the scarf clutched tightly in her hands.
“What are you planning?” he asked, his tone teasing, but there was an edge to his words, a challenge.
Sumira didn’t respond right away. Instead, she knelt beside him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she reached for his wrists. She wound the scarf around them, tying it tightly.
Her fingers brushed against his skin, sending a jolt of heat through her. She could feel his eyes on her, his body tense, waiting, and it only fueled her determination.
“You’re mine tonight,” she whispered, her voice trembling but laced with an undeniable authority. “You belong to me.”
Manish chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her stomach clench. “Is that so?” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. “And what do you plan to do with me?”
Sumira leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’m going to torture you. I’m going to make you beg for me.”
A shiver ran through Manish at her words, his body responding instinctively to the promise in her voice. He had always known there was a fire in her, hidden beneath that shy, reserved exterior, and now, it was burning brighter than ever.
He wanted to see how far she would go, how much she could take—and how much she could give. Sumira pulled back, her eyes locking with his as she trailed her fingers down his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath her touch.
She could feel his heart pounding, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. It only made her bolder. She moved lower, her hands exploring every inch of him, teasing, taunting, until he was squirming beneath her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Sumira,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “You’re playing with fire.”
She smiled, a wicked, knowing smile that made his blood boil. “I know,” she purred, her fingers dancing over the waistband of his pants. “And I’m not afraid to burn.”
With that, she undid the button of his pants, sliding them down his legs, leaving him exposed to her hungry gaze. She took her time, savouring the way he writhed beneath her. The way his hands clenched into fists, his muscles taut with restraint.
She could see the desire in his eyes. He looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. It made her feel powerful and invincible. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his hardened length, feeling him shudder beneath her.
She teased him, her tongue flicking out to taste him, her breath hot against his skin. She could hear the low groan that escaped his lips, the way his hips bucked towards her, desperate for more, and it only made her want to push him further.
“Beg for me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with temptation. “Beg for me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Manish’s hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He wanted to grab her, to take control, but the feel of her hands, her mouth, was driving him wild, and he knew he couldn’t resist her. “Please,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Please, Sumira.”
She smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, and then she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him, her lips closing over him. She could feel him twitching beneath her, his body writhing with pleasure.
It only made her want to take him further, to push him to the edge and then pull him back, over and over again. But Manish had other plans. He was experienced cunning, and he knew how to turn the tables. As Sumira continued to pleasure him, he waited for the right moment, biding his time.
When she finally pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with desire, he seized his chance.
“Do you wish to be submissive?” he asked, his voice low and commanding, his eyes burning with intensity.
Sumira hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanour. She had been so focused on dominating him, on proving her power, that she hadn’t considered the possibility of giving it up.
But how he looked at her and his voice sent a shiver down her spine. It made her curious, and she nodded, her heart pounding.
“Sure,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let’s give it a try.”
Manish smiled a slow, predatory smile that made her stomach flip. He reached for her, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her onto him. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of him pressing against her, and it made her breath catch in her throat.
“Then you’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “All mine.”
He flipped her onto her back, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, his body pressing down on hers. His lips claimed hers in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, his body moving against her in a rhythm that left her gasping for air.
He was relentless, his hands, his mouth, his body, all working together to drive her wild. To make her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her. Sumira moaned, her body arching towards his, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of his touch.
She had thought she was in control, but now, she was completely at his mercy and loved it. She wanted more, and Manish was more than willing to give it to her. He moved lower, his lips trailing down her neck, her chest, her stomach, until he reached the soft, wet heat between her legs.
He didn’t waste time, his tongue diving into her, lapping at her, making her cry out in pleasure. She could feel the tension building inside her. The coil of desire tightening until it was almost unbearable, and then he flipped her over, his hands gripping her hips, positioning her just the way he wanted her.
“You’re my royal sex slave now,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “And I’m going to make you my cum-bucket.”
With that, he thrust into her, his hard length filling her, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. He moved with a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust.
Sumira could feel herself unravelling. Her body responded to him in ways she had never imagined, and she knew there was no turning back. She was his, completely and utterly, and she never wanted it to end.
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