10-08-2020, 08:58 AM
The shock that registered on his face confused her briefly, and she stopped talking. "But I'm not here because of Murali. I just want you." As he said it, his voice gentle, he reached out again, this time caressing the side of her face. She inhaled, sharply, a quick breath, and held very still, not wanting to do anything that might encourage him, including resist him.
It was so hard, so difficult to be still and quiet when all she wanted to do was scream and curl up into herself as far away from his touch as possible. She tried again to put him off. She knew that Subbu wasn’t like this, in all his years of working at their palace there wasn’t any complaints about him. She firmly believed, he is just drunk and not thinking clearly. "Please, Subbu, I want to go home. I won’t tell anyone about this. Please."
He smiled sadly and shook his head, tossing around those soft-looking curls. "I think you underestimate your appeal, Trisha." He leaned back, more of him on the bed. "Now, I promise I won't hurt you, but I think it’s better if you don’t fight me." His smile warmed slightly. "In fact, if you co-operate, this will be over quickly."
Trisha wanted to protest but couldn't find her voice. Her entire body tensed, and her voice screamed inside her head, ‘NO!’ But she couldn't seem to make the words come out her mouth.
He sat back on the bed and his hands cupped her breasts through the thin cloth of her saree and jacket which barely covered her bra. She whimpered quietly, unable to hold it in, and his eyes met hers, full of pleasure and lust. His voice was a whisper. "So soft, so firm, so perfect." He squeezed gently, found her nipples and brushed them with his thumbs over and over. A satisfied smile graced his lips because even though in terror, they hardened in response and stood at attention.
This seemed to encourage subbu and he reached toward the one end of her pallu, unraveling it so that only the jacket covered her bra. His gaze on her breasts was appreciative, and he bent his head down, his lips closing over her left nipple through the thin material as he suckled at it. Trisha cried out and closed her eyes tight, denying that this was really happening, even as her back arched in an involuntary response. He unbuttoned her jacket in one swift motion.
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One of his hands caressed her stomach; the other still on her right breast as he nibbled at her through the bra, then used his tongue to drench them in his saliva so that he could taste the bra material tight around her nipple. He let out a moan, and Trisha whimpered again, a whispered, "Please don't," escaping her lips.
He stopped, pulled away, and looked up at her, meeting her eyes with an intense pleasure on his face. "I know you like it; I can feel it, Trisha. Don't fight it." His fingers toyed at her nipples as he spoke, pinching them and rubbing them. But Trisha didn't want it, couldn't help but fight it, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks again.
He sighed and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. "I know you can enjoy this," he whispered against her neck as he released the hooks. Then he frowned, realizing he couldn’t take it off without untying her. He caught her eyes again and said, "I want you to cooperate, Trisha. I want you to enjoy this, and I need to untie you. Will you behave for me?"
He was going to untie her. If she just promised not to fight him, he'd take the ropes off. If she was loose, she could fight him and run. She had to lie, had to tell him she'd do what he wanted, so she nodded, not speaking a word, and the relief on his face was almost as frightening as his desire. He stayed pressed against the front of her as he worked at the knots in the rope behind her back, finally releasing her wrists.
She didn't have time to move away; he caught both of her wrists, one in each hand, and drew them forward slowly, moving them around her body so that her hands rested on his hips. Holding them there, he leaned in and kissed her, gently, like a caress, as if he were trying to draw her out of herself and into him. His tongue pushed through the firm line of her lips, tasting the inside of her mouth and drinking deeply of her. She didn't fight, but she didn't kiss him back, either.
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When he pulled back, he was breathless, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing as well. He used one hand to lift both arms over her head and the other to remove her jacket off and then lowered her arms so he could slide the bra down them. When her chest was bare, he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He reached with one hand to cup her cheek, and his eyes glittered with adoration. "So beautiful."
It was so hard, so difficult to be still and quiet when all she wanted to do was scream and curl up into herself as far away from his touch as possible. She tried again to put him off. She knew that Subbu wasn’t like this, in all his years of working at their palace there wasn’t any complaints about him. She firmly believed, he is just drunk and not thinking clearly. "Please, Subbu, I want to go home. I won’t tell anyone about this. Please."
He smiled sadly and shook his head, tossing around those soft-looking curls. "I think you underestimate your appeal, Trisha." He leaned back, more of him on the bed. "Now, I promise I won't hurt you, but I think it’s better if you don’t fight me." His smile warmed slightly. "In fact, if you co-operate, this will be over quickly."
Trisha wanted to protest but couldn't find her voice. Her entire body tensed, and her voice screamed inside her head, ‘NO!’ But she couldn't seem to make the words come out her mouth.
He sat back on the bed and his hands cupped her breasts through the thin cloth of her saree and jacket which barely covered her bra. She whimpered quietly, unable to hold it in, and his eyes met hers, full of pleasure and lust. His voice was a whisper. "So soft, so firm, so perfect." He squeezed gently, found her nipples and brushed them with his thumbs over and over. A satisfied smile graced his lips because even though in terror, they hardened in response and stood at attention.
This seemed to encourage subbu and he reached toward the one end of her pallu, unraveling it so that only the jacket covered her bra. His gaze on her breasts was appreciative, and he bent his head down, his lips closing over her left nipple through the thin material as he suckled at it. Trisha cried out and closed her eyes tight, denying that this was really happening, even as her back arched in an involuntary response. He unbuttoned her jacket in one swift motion.
![[Image: 157993312_tri-6.jpg]](https://pixhost.to/show/416/157993312_tri-6.jpg)
One of his hands caressed her stomach; the other still on her right breast as he nibbled at her through the bra, then used his tongue to drench them in his saliva so that he could taste the bra material tight around her nipple. He let out a moan, and Trisha whimpered again, a whispered, "Please don't," escaping her lips.
He stopped, pulled away, and looked up at her, meeting her eyes with an intense pleasure on his face. "I know you like it; I can feel it, Trisha. Don't fight it." His fingers toyed at her nipples as he spoke, pinching them and rubbing them. But Trisha didn't want it, couldn't help but fight it, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks again.
He sighed and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. "I know you can enjoy this," he whispered against her neck as he released the hooks. Then he frowned, realizing he couldn’t take it off without untying her. He caught her eyes again and said, "I want you to cooperate, Trisha. I want you to enjoy this, and I need to untie you. Will you behave for me?"
He was going to untie her. If she just promised not to fight him, he'd take the ropes off. If she was loose, she could fight him and run. She had to lie, had to tell him she'd do what he wanted, so she nodded, not speaking a word, and the relief on his face was almost as frightening as his desire. He stayed pressed against the front of her as he worked at the knots in the rope behind her back, finally releasing her wrists.
She didn't have time to move away; he caught both of her wrists, one in each hand, and drew them forward slowly, moving them around her body so that her hands rested on his hips. Holding them there, he leaned in and kissed her, gently, like a caress, as if he were trying to draw her out of herself and into him. His tongue pushed through the firm line of her lips, tasting the inside of her mouth and drinking deeply of her. She didn't fight, but she didn't kiss him back, either.
![[Image: 157993313_tri-6a.jpg]](https://pixhost.to/show/416/157993313_tri-6a.jpg)
When he pulled back, he was breathless, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing as well. He used one hand to lift both arms over her head and the other to remove her jacket off and then lowered her arms so he could slide the bra down them. When her chest was bare, he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He reached with one hand to cup her cheek, and his eyes glittered with adoration. "So beautiful."
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