Previous Part: Lessons of Desire – Part 1
Let’s pick up right where we left off after my first blowjob.
The fire in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t done with me yet. He pulled me up, flipping me onto my back with a swift motion. He hovered over me, his lips crashing down on mine in a kiss filled with raw hunger and urgency.
His hands roamed my body, gripping and squeezing as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands weren’t idle—they moved with purpose, gripping my breasts firmly, kneading them as if he couldn’t get enough. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I gasped, arching into his touch.
“You have the most perfect boobs, Pooja,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “I could spend hours worshipping them,” he whispered against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips descending to capture a nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, and I cried out, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. “These are mine, Pooja. Every inch of you is mine.”
“Yes, Sir! I’m yours,” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as he switched to the other breast, sucking and biting gently. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that made me lose all control. “Do whatever you want… they’re yours.”
He chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with dominance. “I love how you beg, my naughty little girl. I’m going to leave my marks on you, so every time you look at yourself, you’ll remember who owns you. And now, it’s my turn to make you beg for me.”
With that, he kissed me deeply, his hand sliding between my thighs, finding the slick wetness that had been building ever since I walked through his door. His fingers teased me, barely brushing my sensitive clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body.
“Aah, Rohan,” I moaned, arching my back, my hips lifting to meet his touch, desperate for more. He didn’t make me wait. His fingers pressed against my pussy entrance, sliding inside me slowly. Filling me with a delicious stretch.
I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move his fingers in and out. His thumb circled my clit with maddening precision. My hands clutched the bedsheet tightly. I moaned and cried his name with pleasure, “Aah, Sir!”
The pleasure was unbearable, every thrust of his fingers and swirl of his thumb driving me closer to the edge. My moans grew louder, my voice trembling with need as I surrendered completely to his touch.
“Moan louder, baby. Let every wall of this home know about the adventures of this naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Before I could catch my breath, Rohan shifted down the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His hot breath tickled my inner thighs, making me shiver in anticipation. He spread me wider, his eyes locked on the glistening wetness between my legs.
“I’m going to devour you, my sexy little tease,” he growled, his voice dripping with hunger. Without hesitation, he lowered his head, and his tongue met my clit in a bold, deliberate stroke.
“Rohan sir, Oh my God! Don’t stop,” I moaned as he kissed and licked my pussy.
The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he licked me with unrelenting intensity. His tongue teased my clit, then dipped lower, swirling around my entrance, tasting me with primal hunger.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pushed two fingers deep inside me, his tongue flicking my clit in perfect rhythm. The combination of his thrusting fingers and skilled tongue was intoxicating and overwhelming. I felt myself spiralling out of control.
“Rohan, please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his mouth, craving everything he could give me. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot. His tongue worked my clit with relentless precision. My entire body burned with need, my skin tingling, my heart racing.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my slick folds, his voice sinful and commanding. “Cum for me. Let me feel you shatter. Let me taste you once more.”
The sound of his voice, the way he claimed me with his mouth and hands. It was too much. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, ripping through me with an intensity that left me trembling and gasping for his name. Rohan didn’t stop.
His tongue and fingers coaxed every last bit of pleasure from me. I was left breathless and weak. As I lay there, still basking in the afterglow, Rohan crawled back up my body. His lips captured mine in a kiss so deep and demanding. I could taste myself on his tongue.
“I’m going to ruin you, Pooja. I am going to make you the naughtiest girl you have ever imagined,” he whispered against my mouth, his voice dark and possessive.
“I am all yours, Sir. Do anything you want. You own me,” I nodded, breathless and aching for him, my body desperate for him.
With one swift motion, his dick slid inside me, filling me. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch exquisite as he claimed me fully. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more.
Rohan’s thrusts started slow, deliberate, each movement stoking the fire between us. But soon, his pace quickened, each thrust harder, deeper, more demanding. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he took me.
His lips brushed against my neck and my ear, whispering filthy promises that made me moan louder. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, lost in the heat of the moment. The tension built between us, the pleasure mounting with every thrust, every moan, until we were both on the edge.
For a moment, I paused, looking down at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes. “I want to try something different,” I said breathlessly, my voice low and daring. “I want to ride you, Sir. I want to feel more naughty with you.”
Rohan’s eyes lit up, the spark of excitement clear in his gaze. “Anything for you, Pooja. Ride me like you’ve been dreaming about this ”
A wave of confidence washed over me. I loved the idea of taking control, of being in charge of the pace and intensity. I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch. The stretch and fullness made my body tremble with anticipation. His hands immediately gripped my hips, helping me adjust.
I began to move, slow at first, savouring every sensation. His hands were relentless, tugging and squeezing my boobs. His thumbs circled my nipples until I thought I would lose my mind. The way he touched me—rough, possessive, insatiable—made me feel completely owned, completely his.
“Oh god, Sir,” I gasped, my voice trembling as I moved faster, harder. “I love the way you touch me… the way you own me.”
“And I love the way you let me,” he growled, his hips meeting mine in powerful thrusts that sent shockwaves through my body. “These perfect breasts.This perfect body… it’s all mine, Pooja. Don’t you ever forget that?”
I moaned harder and began to move, rolling my hips, grinding against him, setting a pace that had us both gasping. The friction, the intensity, the raw power of being in control was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest as I rode him harder, faster, my moans filling the room.
“Fuck, you look so sexy riding me, Pooja,” he groaned, his hands guiding my movements, urging me to take him deeper. “You’re mine, Pooja. My dirty little student who loves being fucked like this.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling with need. “I’m yours, Rohan. Only yours. Do whatever you want to me.”
And then, something inside me snapped. A wildness I hadn’t known I possessed took over. I began to move, my hips rolling and grinding against him with a ferocity that sent shockwaves of pleasure through both of us. His hands gripped my hips tightly.
His nails bit into my skin as he guided me, meeting my movements with powerful thrusts of his own.
“Rohan… treat me like I’m yours. Like I’m your slut,” I gasped, the words spilling from my lips before I could think.
His eyes darkened, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his lips. “You want me to treat you like that?” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Then you’ll take everything I give you, slut.”
Hearing him call me sent a shock of excitement through me, igniting a fire in my belly. I moaned, my hips grinding harder against him. “Yes! Call me that again,” I begged, my voice trembling with need.
“You’re my slut,” he growled, his hands gripping my waist tighter as he thrust up into me. “My personal, dirty little slut. And you love it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Rohan!” I cried out, my hands braced on his chest as I rode him harder, faster. “I love it. I love being your slut. I want to be like this for you every single day—yours in bed, your little secret. While the rest of the world sees me as their perfect sanskari girl.”
His laughter was dark and filled with lust. “That’s exactly what you are,” he said, his voice thick with authority. “The world can have their sweet, innocent Pooja. But in this room? You’re mine. My filthy, wild slut who begs for me to fuck her like this.”
“Oh, God, yes!” I moaned, my entire body on fire from his words, his touch, and his dominance. My nails dug into his chest as I felt the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice commanding. “Say you’re my slut.”
“I’m your slut,” I gasped, my voice breaking with desperation. “Only yours. Always yours.”
“Good girl,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Now cum for me. Scream my name and show me who owns you.”
“Pooja… I’m close,” he groaned, his voice strained.
“Me too, Sir,” I whispered, my nails digging into his back as I felt myself nearing the edge once again.
And then, with one final, powerful thrust, we both cum together. I wanted him to release inside me. Maybe he sensed that, too and didn’t make an effort to pull out. I trusted him, and he will always ensure the best of me. The pleasure consumed us.
Our bodies trembled as we rode out the waves of our shared climax, completely lost in each other. The orgasm tore through me, my cries of pleasure echoing through the room. Afterwards, Rohan collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. His breathing was heavy and ragged.
I rested my head on his chest, my body still tingling from the intensity of what we had just shared. We lay there in silence for a while, our bodies entwined, the weight of what had just happened slowly sinking in. But there was no regret, no guilt—only a deep sense of connection, of love and trust.
Whatever came next, I knew I was his, and he was mine—completely. As we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our breaths finally slowed. Rohan brushed a strand of hair from my face and grinned devilishly.
“That,” he said, his voice still husky, “was the best I’ve ever had. You’re perfect, Pooja.”
I smirked, running my fingers lightly over his chest. “Only for you, Sir,” I teased. “And I wouldn’t mind being your slut forever if it means we get to do this again and again.”
His eyes darkened with desire at my words, and he cupped my face, pulling me in for a possessive kiss. When he pulled back, his lips curled into a wicked smile. “Forever, huh? You’d really let me have you like this whenever I wanted?”
I nodded, biting my lip seductively. “Whenever, however. I’m yours in ways no one else will ever know.”
“Good, That’s like my naughty little slut,” he growled, his hand trailing down my body, leaving a trail of heat. “Because if I had my way, I’d keep you naked all the time, right here in my bed, ready for me. You’d be my little toy—always wet, always ready, always begging for me.”
The heat in his words made my body shiver. I giggled softly. “Well, don’t tempt me. I might never leave.”
“I wouldn’t let you,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’d stay here, looking all innocent to the world but being my dirty little secret. No one would know how much of a filthy, naughty girl you are for me.”
“Except maybe the walls,” I quipped with a grin. “They’ve heard everything.”
He chuckled, flipping us so he was on top of me again. “And they’re going to hear a lot more,” he promised, his lips brushing against my ear.
We spent a few more minutes talking about everything. What we did, how amazing it felt, and all the wicked, secret things we wanted to explore next time. Ideas that made my cheeks flush and my thighs press together with anticipation.
At one point, his hand grazed my wrist, and his expression shifted slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know,” he began slowly, his voice laced with curiosity, “there’s something I’ve always wanted to try. Something that I think you might enjoy.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what’s that?”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “A little bit of dominance and submission. Me being in complete control, and you surrender to me completely.”
My breath hitched at his words, my cheeks flushing. “You mean BDSM?”
He nodded, his fingers lightly tracing circles on my wrist. “Exactly. I’d love to see you tied up, blindfolded, completely at my mercy. Trusting me to take you to places you’ve never been before.”
I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat course through me. The idea was thrilling and terrifying all at once. “I’ve never… I mean, I’ve never thought about it like that before,” I admitted shyly.
He cupped my chin, tilting my face so I was looking directly into his eyes. “You don’t have to decide now,” he said gently, though his voice was still thick with desire. “But if you’re willing to try, I promise I’ll make it unforgettable.”
I hesitated for only a moment before nodding, a shy smile tugging at my lips. “I think I’d like that,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wouldn’t mind trying it… with you.”
His grin was absolutely wicked as he kissed me deeply. “Good. Because now I can’t stop thinking about all the wild dominant things I’m going to do to you.”
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