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"Desire speaks a language of its own, where words are silenced, and only touch remains to tell the story."

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"TODAY, I want to try something new on you," Sidharth declared as they entered the room.

"What, Sir?" Sana asked, anticipation evident in her voice.

"Strip," he ordered, his tone firm. Without another word, he walked out of the room.

Sana stood there, momentarily shocked, before slowly removing her clothes. She settled herself in the center of the bed, waiting with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

"What is he up to?" she wondered, her mind racing with possibilities.

Over the last four months, she'd been reading BDSM-themed romance novels. Every time she read them, her imagination wandered to Sidharth-dominating her, controlling her body, and sometimes punishing her. The thought both thrilled and unnerved her.

The worst part? She wasn't allowed to touch herself. Sidharth had strictly prohibited it, warning her that if she disobeyed, she'd face punishment.

And not the gentle kind.

She often wondered what he meant by "painful and harsh" punishment. Her curiosity had tempted her more than once to break his rule, just to find out. But then, she'd imagine the consequences.

"Would he hurt me?" She wondered.

"No way, Sana. That's ridiculous," she muttered to herself. "He won't do that. Stupid girl."

Still, the idea of him losing control, dominating her in bed, and showing a more primal side of himself excited her. Until now, Sidharth had always been gentle, composed, and passionate-never crossing any boundaries she wasn't ready for.

He made sure she was comfortable. He prepared her thoroughly before taking her. And while he was excellent in bed, she couldn't help but crave something more-an emotional connection, which they still haven't built yet. Even after they talk after every session for the last one month.

"How long will we keep talking casually?" She mumbled to herself. An idea popped into her mind and a mischievous smile played on her beautiful face. "I know how to make you talk, mister."

But she doesn't know he's no less either. He knows how to trick her into doing something he wishes for.

As Sidharth returned, Sana's eyes widened in shock. He carried a bowl of ice cubes, a pair of handcuffs, and...

"Rope?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you planning to do with me?"

"You'll see," he replied with a smug smile, one she instantly disliked.

"Are you planning to tie me up with the rope?" she blurted, unable to hide her surprise.

Sidharth locked the door and walked toward her. Sitting beside her, he placed the bowl of ice cubes on the nightstand.

"Yes." he said, his casual tone leaving her speechless.

"You! Seriously?" she asked, disbelief written all over her face.

"Seriously," he confirmed, his expression unreadable. "Do you want to try it?" He waited for her response, his gaze steady.

"I.. I don't know," she was unsure.

"Trust me, you'll enjoy it," he said, his voice softening just enough to reassure her.

After a moment's hesitation, she nodded. "Okay."

"You're sure?" he asked again, his concern was genuine. "I don't want to force you into anything you're not comfortable with. You know that, right?"

Every time he showed her this unspoken, unacknowledged care, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper for him.

"Stop being so nice to me, or I'll kiss you, Sidharth." She thought, smiling.

"I asked you something," he said, his voice was sharp making her shudder.

"God! He sounds so hot." She gulped looking at him shamelessly.

Sidharth felt annoyed, "Stop ogling me, and answer, Sana."

"Yes, I'm sure." she replied firmly, a soft smile on her lips. "I trust you, Sidharth. If you say I'll enjoy it, I believe you."

Sidharth cupped her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. Her eyes closed as she leaned into his touch.

"God, kiss me already," she thought, blushing.

"Thank you for trusting me, Sana." he murmured. "But promise me, if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you'll ask me to stop."

"Can this man stop being so nice? I'm already in deep trouble with him, and he's just making it worse." She thought, breathing heavily.

Sana placed her hand over his and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a smile. "I promise."

Sidharth leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling back.

"Lay down," he instructed, his voice taking on a commanding edge.

"Back to Sir mode," she thought with a pout but quickly obeyed, lying down on the bed as he had ordered.

Sidharth silently grabbed her hands, pulled them up, and locked them to the headboard with the handcuffs. Sana watched him in shock as he moved to the foot of the bed and tied her legs securely to the footboard's legs with the rope.

Now she was bound to the bed, completely naked and exposed in the most vulnerable way imaginable. Her legs were spread apart, leaving her most intimate part entirely visible to him.

"Good," Sidharth murmured, satisfied with his work.

Sana lowered her gaze, feeling shy under the weight of his intense stare.

"You look better than I imagined," he said, his words making her cheeks flush as a wave of shyness and giddiness washed over her.

"You... really think about me?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible as she averted her eyes.

"I do," he admitted, his tone firm. "Always." He smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of her blushing.

"She can be cute, apart from being annoying." He thought, smiling.

"He thinks about me. He imagines me with him, doing dirty things-just like I do when I read those smutty books." Her thoughts spiraled as she felt herself getting wet at the idea of him thinking about her in such a way.

Raw. Filthy. Vulnerable.

Instinctively, she tried to close her legs to suppress the sensation building within her, but the ropes held her firmly in place. She was completely at his mercy.

"Someone's getting wet, huh?" Sidharth teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Sana had no words to respond. She felt too shy to speak and simply looked down at her exposed body, hoping her silence would hide her embarrassment.

"I think something is missing," he said suddenly, his words catching her off guard.

"What do you mean?" she asked hesitantly.

"You'll know soon enough," he replied, his tone playful.

As he walked over to the couch, her expression quickly changed to shock when she saw him bend down to pick up her black lace panties from the floor.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked hesitantly, her mind jumping to the last time he had used them to gag her.

"They'll work fine as a blindfold," he said, leaving her speechless.

Sana looked at him in shock, as he wordlessly tied the panties around her eyes, effectively blindfolding her.

It hit her then-she was completely at his mercy. Exposed, tied up, and now blindfolded. She could no longer see him, her vulnerability heightened.

"What's next? Will you gag me, too?" she asked, trying to sound brave, though deep down, she was nervous.

What if he liked the idea and actually did it?

"You know, I like that idea," he teased, a mischievous edge in his voice.

"Huh?" She gasped, her fears seemingly coming true. "Please, no. For God's sake," she begged, her voice trembling.

Her plea made him laugh-an unexpected sound, joyous and unrestrained.

"Oh God," he said between chuckles, coughing slightly. "You're so cute, babe."

Sana cursed her fate for being blindfolded at that moment. She desperately wanted to see his face, to witness him laugh so freely. But even in her frustration, she couldn't help but smile at the sound of his laughter.

It must be beautiful. She knows.

Once his laughter subsided, Sidharth crawled onto the bed, carrying the bowl of ice cubes. He settled between her legs, and hovering over her, he blew warm air on her face. She shivered, then moaned softly as he cupped her breast and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Sir," she whispered breathlessly.

"Ready to experience something new?" he asked, brushing his lips teasingly against her ear while grabbing an ice cube from the bowl.

"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With the ice cube in hand, Sidharth began rubbing it against her nipples, drawing a filthy moan from her lips.

"Oh! Sir,"

Loving her reaction, he continued his ministrations, his free hand cupping her other breast and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Soft moans escaped her mouth as he alternated between the cold sensation of the ice and the warmth of his mouth. Then, without warning, he trailed the ice cube downward, teasing her sensitive core.

She gasped sharply, her body shuddered as the cold made contact with her most intimate spot.

"Umhm!" she cried out, her back arching involuntarily as he continued to tease her.

"I love your dirty moans, Sana," Sidharth murmured, his words eliciting an even filthier sound from her lips.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, shivering as another ice cube pressed against her sensitive nipples, rubbing them in torturous circles.

"It makes me so fucking hard for you, babe," he groaned, reveling in the way her body writhed under his touch and the effect his dirty words had on her.

"Ahh," Sana cried out when he bit her nipple, the sharp pain instantly soothed as he sucked on it hard. "Umhm, Sir," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

"When you call me 'Sir' like that, I feel like ripping my pants off and fucking you senseless until you pass out," he muttered, nuzzling into her neck.

He tossed the ice cube aside, replacing it with another one, sliding it inside her that made her cry out.

"Sir, please," she begged, tears of frustration brimming in her eyes; which was unknown to him for the blindfold. "I need you."

"Not yet, babe. Not yet," he replied, smirking as he continued his sweet torment. He grabbed another ice cube to replace the one that had melted, tracing it over her slick heat. She was too hot-and so ready for him.

"Oh!" As he kept thrusting the cold cube against her, her moans echoed through the room, blending with the sound of his heavy breathing.

"Sir, please," she pleaded, her desperation pushing her further. "Fuck me!"

"So desperate for me, huh?" he teased, circling her core with the ice cube, taking his time.

"Yes!" she moaned, shamelessly feeding his male ego.

He discarded the ice cube and thrust two fingers inside her in one swift motion, his movements deliberate and intense.

"Say my name," he demanded.

"Sir," she whimpered.

"Keep saying that," he growled, adding another finger, driving her over the edge.

"Sir," she cried, her voice breaking as her release washed over her, her body trembling around his hand.

"Good girl," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Slowly, he withdrew his hand, leaving her breathless and spent.

As she caught her breath, her eyes still closed, he removed her blindfold and untied her wrists and ankles, setting her free.

"You're sensitive," He huffed, noticing the faint red marks on her wrist and ankles.

"I'm not," Sana argued, feeling offended.

Wordlessly, he opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out the first aid kit and applied ointment. Sana smiled seeing his care.

"Done," he put back the box inside and closed the drawer. "And, you're sensitive."

"No. I'm not." Sana said firmly.

"Shut up," Sidharth snapped. "Don't argue with me on this. I still haven't done anything, harsh, and you're turning red and blue. Accept, you are sensitive."

"Try me." Sana challenged him.

"Shut up."

Sana blinked, her confusion evident as she watched him walk toward the bathroom. He was still fully clothed.

"Won't you come inside me today?" she asked hesitantly, her voice was soft.

"No," he replied curtly, disappearing into the bathroom and leaving her stunned.

"Why not?" she questioned, disappointment coloring her tone.

"I'm not in the mood," he called back, rinsing his hands under the tap and soaking a cloth in the sink.

"What? I don't understand," she said, sitting up in bed pulling the duvet covering herself.

Sidharth noticed the irritation in her tone. He turned off the tap, squeezed the cloth, and walked back out.

"What's your problem, Sana? I gave you an orgasm. Aren't you satisfied yet? Or do you want more?" he asked bluntly, sitting next to her.

"I want more," she admitted, her gaze unwavering.

He reached out to her core, but she stopped him, gently pushing his hand away.

"Sana?" he asked, his confusion growing.

"I do want more. But, I want you, not your hand," she clarified firmly.

"Sana, I-"

"But I won't force you," she interrupted, pulling the cloth from his hand.

"I'm sorry for leaving you unsatisfied, then," he said softly, watching as she cleaned herself.

"Don't be silly," she replied, throwing the cloth aside. "I'm not mad at you for this."

"Really?" he asked, searching her face.

"Yes," she nodded sincerely. "I'm just saying, if you weren't in the mood, you should have told me. We wouldn't have started at all."

She reached for his hand, her touch hesitant at first, but when he didn't pull away, she held it firmly.

"Promise me, next time, you'll tell me," she said gently.

"I will," he promised, exhaling sharply as she pressed a kiss to his hand.

"Good," she smiled, releasing his hand. "I'll get dressed now," she added, grabbing her clothes.

"Come downstairs when you're done, yeah?" Sidharth said, standing up and heading for the door.

She nodded, smiling softly as she hugged her clothes to her chest.

"Enjoy your food," Sidharth said, serving her fruits and chicken fries.

"Talk to me," Sana demanded, biting into a slice of apple.

"And what do I get in return?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sana fell silent, considering what she could offer. "Anything you want," she replied boldly.

"Anything?" he asked, his lips curving into a sly smile.

"Anything," she nodded firmly.

"Have you ever done anal before?" he asked shamelessly, his tone casual.

Her cheeks flushed crimson with shyness as she lowered her gaze to her lap, slowly shaking her head.

Sidharth smirked, enjoying her sudden bashfulness. "Would you like to try it?" he asked, his voice dripping with teasing intent.

"I... umm," she stammered, her breath hitching as his lips grazed her warm cheeks and trailed down to her neck.

"Sidharth," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, her body betraying her resolve.

Hearing his name spill from her lips in that seductive tone sent shivers through him, turning him on.

"Fuck, you're so soft," he growled, kissing her neck hungrily and leaving his marks behind.

"Sidharth," she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut, realizing she could neither eat nor talk to him now.

If his intention was to distract her from talking, he had succeeded flawlessly.

"God, I want to eat your tits. They're so fucking soft and perfect," he growled, his hands cupping her clothed breasts, giving them a firm squeeze that drew a soft moan from her.

"Then eat them," she said boldly, her words spurring him on.

In a swift motion, he laid her down on the couch, quickly removing her top and bra, freeing her breasts. He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. She arched into him, her breath coming in shallow pants as his mouth worked its magic.

He nipped at her sensitive skin, and she whimpered, shuddering beneath him.

"Sidharth," she moaned, gripping the couch cushions.

He loved it.

"Are you sure you want me to be your first?" he asked between kisses, his lips trailing down her neck. "To take your ass virginity?"

"How do I tell this man that I want him to be my first for everything?" she thought, regret briefly clouding her features as she remembered losing her virginity to her ex.

"Yes, Sir," she affirmed, her voice steady.

A satisfied smile spread across his face, and Sana couldn't help but admire him.

"That's my girl," he praised, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. "I promise to be gentle with you, something I've never done with anyone else."

Sana blushed furiously. The words 'my girl' made her heart skip a beat.

"Does that mean I hold a special place for you?" she teased, tilting her head.

Sidharth rolled his eyes. "Don't twist my words. Those other girls weren't like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her brow furrowing. "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"They were experienced. No need to be gentle with them," he replied with a wink and a smug grin, clearly trying to rile her up.

Sana scowled, feeling insulted by his indirect comment. "You're disgusting. And a man-whore," she snapped.

Sidharth's deep laugh echoed through the living room. "A man-whore, huh?"

"You are," she said angrily, attempting to push him aside.

But Sidharth caught her hands and pinned them above her head on the couch. He leaned closer, their foreheads touching, his intense gaze locking with hers.

"Sidharth?"

"I was teasing you, babe. You're different. You're better than them," he said softly, his voice carrying sincerity.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"How?" she asked, needing proof.

"Remember, you're someone I've wanted to be like," he whispered, his eyes filled with vulnerability.

As she felt overwhelmed, her lips quivered, and her eyes turned moist at his heartfelt words. "Sidharth, I-"

He covered her mouth gently with his hand. "Don't say a word, Sana. Would you like to try it next week?"

"Sure," she nodded.

"Good girl," he murmured, smirking. "Now, let me finish what I started."

And with that, he dove back in, leaving her no time to think-only to feel him deep inside her, taking her in a way he never did.

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