07-05-2019, 09:59 PM
CHAPTER 15
I saw Nandini swallow. “Well, I’m meant to be a daaku maiden, so I could have snuck ashore, like you said earlier, to, um—assassinate you, and you want to know where my ship is, and I, um…”—she shifted her feet, ashamed—“I won’t tell you.”
“Are you asking me,” said the raja in a disbelieving voice, “to interrogate you?”
I actually saw the tremor run through my wife’s body as he said the words. She nodded.
A slow grin spread across the king’s face and my heart sank. “I think I can bring myself to do that,” he said with a wry smile. “So your safeword is lion?”
“Lion,” said my wife firmly.
“And unless you say that, I can do whatever I want to you to make you tell me?”
I saw Nandini’s breathing quicken. She nodded.
No! I thought. God, no! He was going to strip her, humiliate her, fuck her…do who knows what to her, right in front of me. And the worst part was, she wanted it all.
“You should have a signal, too,” the raja told her. “In case you can’t talk.”
She blinked. “Why wouldn’t I be able to—” She saw the king’s smile and drew in her breath. “Oh!”
“How about you tap three times if you want to stop?” said the raja. “Even with your hands tied, you can tap your fingers together.”
My wife nodded, her eyes wide.
The raja took a strip of leather from a pocket and held it up in front of my wife. She swallowed and gave him her slender wrists to bind.
Over by the fire, I was going out of my mind as I watched my wife offer herself up to be taken. Already, I could see that she was breathing faster, almost panting with arousal. She was going to let him do whatever he wanted, enjoy every second of pleasure, and in her mind it would be okay because she was “helpless.”
The raja bound her wrists together in front of her. I saw Nandini gently test her bonds and then pull more firmly, drawing in a shuddering breath as she luxuriated in the feeling of being securely tied.
Why did she never tell me?! I thought. We could have played all sorts of games at home. I could have tied her up and been all dominant and commanding—
A little voice inside me told me that wasn’t really true. There was something different about the raja and the lohar and the dancer. They had something I didn’t. And maybe that’s what had gotten us into all this…that I’d been somehow lacking. Is that why I’d wanted to see other guys lust after her in the first place? Had I known, subconsciously, that they could give her something I couldn’t? God, this is all my fault!
“And let’s just check with Rishab ,” said the king, and I was so deeply into my self-hate that I forgot, and actually jerked my head up, thinking he was going to ask me. But of course he turned to his friend in the madari costume. “Are you sure you’re okay with your wife role playing this scene with me—and with anyone else she chooses to involve?”
The madari hesitated for a second, just to make it look realistic. Then he nodded firmly and stroked my wife’s upper arm.
Doesn’t she think it’s weird that I don’t take the mask off? I thought. But then a memory crushed me with its weight. “The mask makes it easier to let go,” I’d told her. I’d meant dancing around in the procession, but the raja had followed it up with, “That’s normal. A lot of guys find that.”
Nandini probably thought I was keeping the mask on because it distanced me, made it easier to be there watching her with another man. Given that, it made perfect sense for me to keep it on.
The raja smiled. “Well then. It appears we’re ready. Are you sure you want to do this, Nandini?”
My wife gulped and nodded.
The raja turned away for a second, getting into character. “vaishya!” he roared. “You think you can defy me? That you can steal into my chambers to poison me?” He seized her bound wrists and jerked her roughly towards him. “I have brought you here, far from the palace, so that I may extract the truth from you. You will tell me where your comrades are anchored!”
My wife non-struggled against him. “Never!”
The king’s lip curled. “Very well,” he told her. “You leave me no choice!” And he put a hand in the center of her chest and shoved her to the ground.
I saw Nandini swallow. “Well, I’m meant to be a daaku maiden, so I could have snuck ashore, like you said earlier, to, um—assassinate you, and you want to know where my ship is, and I, um…”—she shifted her feet, ashamed—“I won’t tell you.”
“Are you asking me,” said the raja in a disbelieving voice, “to interrogate you?”
I actually saw the tremor run through my wife’s body as he said the words. She nodded.
A slow grin spread across the king’s face and my heart sank. “I think I can bring myself to do that,” he said with a wry smile. “So your safeword is lion?”
“Lion,” said my wife firmly.
“And unless you say that, I can do whatever I want to you to make you tell me?”
I saw Nandini’s breathing quicken. She nodded.
No! I thought. God, no! He was going to strip her, humiliate her, fuck her…do who knows what to her, right in front of me. And the worst part was, she wanted it all.
“You should have a signal, too,” the raja told her. “In case you can’t talk.”
She blinked. “Why wouldn’t I be able to—” She saw the king’s smile and drew in her breath. “Oh!”
“How about you tap three times if you want to stop?” said the raja. “Even with your hands tied, you can tap your fingers together.”
My wife nodded, her eyes wide.
The raja took a strip of leather from a pocket and held it up in front of my wife. She swallowed and gave him her slender wrists to bind.
Over by the fire, I was going out of my mind as I watched my wife offer herself up to be taken. Already, I could see that she was breathing faster, almost panting with arousal. She was going to let him do whatever he wanted, enjoy every second of pleasure, and in her mind it would be okay because she was “helpless.”
The raja bound her wrists together in front of her. I saw Nandini gently test her bonds and then pull more firmly, drawing in a shuddering breath as she luxuriated in the feeling of being securely tied.
Why did she never tell me?! I thought. We could have played all sorts of games at home. I could have tied her up and been all dominant and commanding—
A little voice inside me told me that wasn’t really true. There was something different about the raja and the lohar and the dancer. They had something I didn’t. And maybe that’s what had gotten us into all this…that I’d been somehow lacking. Is that why I’d wanted to see other guys lust after her in the first place? Had I known, subconsciously, that they could give her something I couldn’t? God, this is all my fault!
“And let’s just check with Rishab ,” said the king, and I was so deeply into my self-hate that I forgot, and actually jerked my head up, thinking he was going to ask me. But of course he turned to his friend in the madari costume. “Are you sure you’re okay with your wife role playing this scene with me—and with anyone else she chooses to involve?”
The madari hesitated for a second, just to make it look realistic. Then he nodded firmly and stroked my wife’s upper arm.
Doesn’t she think it’s weird that I don’t take the mask off? I thought. But then a memory crushed me with its weight. “The mask makes it easier to let go,” I’d told her. I’d meant dancing around in the procession, but the raja had followed it up with, “That’s normal. A lot of guys find that.”
Nandini probably thought I was keeping the mask on because it distanced me, made it easier to be there watching her with another man. Given that, it made perfect sense for me to keep it on.
The raja smiled. “Well then. It appears we’re ready. Are you sure you want to do this, Nandini?”
My wife gulped and nodded.
The raja turned away for a second, getting into character. “vaishya!” he roared. “You think you can defy me? That you can steal into my chambers to poison me?” He seized her bound wrists and jerked her roughly towards him. “I have brought you here, far from the palace, so that I may extract the truth from you. You will tell me where your comrades are anchored!”
My wife non-struggled against him. “Never!”
The king’s lip curled. “Very well,” he told her. “You leave me no choice!” And he put a hand in the center of her chest and shoved her to the ground.
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Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me
Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me
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