18-06-2019, 04:28 PM
He planned to fuck her slowly and deeply, to savour every minute, to explore every inch of her being. She nodded breathlessly and turned away, her eyes lingering on him. She was used to being fucked, but this was special, very special.
This man would make love to her, long and slow, possess her as a woman should be taken.
Fifteen minutes later, Anuja stepped out of the dressing room into the master bedroom, looking absolutely ravishing. Her hair was drawn back with a centre parting in a long, single, tasseled braid.
Her eyes were rimmed with *kajal*, and she had a *bindi*, but she wore no other makeup. Diamond studs glinted in her earlobes and one nostril.
A thin gold necklace and the long black and gold *mangalsutra* hung around her neck. She had dbangd the rich brocade *sari* in the Gujarati fashion, with the *pallu* down the front.
Her blouse was taut, with a deep V-neck and her breasts jutted out proudly, squeezed together by the tight material to form a sexy cleavage. She had worn the *sari* low, below her navel, and her midriff was bare.
Gold bangles tinkled on her wrists, and she wore rings on two fingers of each hand and on the second toe of each foot. Sexy gold anklets drooped around her slender ankles.
Her eyes flicked to the bed and the smile died on her lips.
Avinash had set up a battery of video and still cameras around the bed. He was fiddling with the controls of a monitor on a laptop computer wired to the cameras. At the sound of her step, he looked over his shoulder and turned.
"There you are. Good." He studied her and his mouth fell open. "My god, you're stunning!"
He saw her looking at the video equipment clustered around the bed and chuckled softly at her bewildered expression.
"That's the other thing," he said, delight in his voice. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention it. I want to preserve this forever. For posterity."
He moved forward, languidly unbuttoning his shirt. As he neared her, he pulled it out of his jeans and flung it aside. For a minute, he stood before, smiling down at her, arms akimbo.
Anuja looked at his handsome face and her eyes slid down over his torso. She couldn't help the sudden intake of breath. She felt a ripple of naked lust: her breasts swelled and her nipples stiffened and her cunt tingled in anticipation.
Avinash's body was like a piece of sculpture. The torso was smooth-skinned and hairless, in a sharply tapering V from the sprawling shoulders to the narrow, high hips.
His chest was deep and broad with a thick cleft between the slab-like pectorals. His belly was hard and flat, paved with strong, square muscles. His skin was stretched taut over the mighty musculature and was almost translucent: she could see the fine tracery of veins under it.
His sharp nipples were set in small aureoles pulled low and far on either side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit. He was devastatingly sexy.
Anuja felt a frisson of excitement sweep through her. The thought of this demi-god fucking her, and filming it all as well, was incredibly erotic. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her.
He pulled off his belt. His fingers opened the clasp of his jeans. Her eyes swept down to his belly, and he chuckled dryly. His eyes boring into her face, he stretched his arm and picked up a plastic bag from the bed and turning it upside down, shook out the contents.
Anuja's head turned and she gasped in shock. Her eyes whipped back to Avinash. Suddenly his face was cold and still, his eyes dark and flat.
"Have you been fucked before?"
The quiet words stung like a whiplash. Anuja gasped and recoiled, eyes wide.
"Have you?" There was a sudden malevolence in his eyes that terrified her.
He repeated the question and now there was a distinct threat of violence. Anuja stared at him dumbly.
Suddenly, his hand whipped at her face and Anuja cried out, her head jerking sideways. The blow wasn't hard, but it stung.
"Answer me!" he rasped.
Not looking at him, Anuja nodded, cringing from another slap.
"How often?"
Again, she didn't respond immediately and this time he hit her harder. Anuja cried out, tears streaking her face.
"How often?"
"I don't know," she sobbed softly. "I don't know!"
"What does that mean?" he snarled, gripping her face and turning it to his. "What does that mean? Once? Twice? More than that?"
"More!" she moaned. "More than twice."
"With the same man? Or was there more than one?"
"More -- more than one --"
She was cringing, expecting another blow. Instead, she heard him chuckle softly. His fingers loosened their grip and he touched her chin gently.
"Good," he said, his eyes dancing. "That's better. Whatever the answer, I must have it. Never disobey me. Do you understand?"
He released her and stepped back. "Now. Listen carefully. I know what you expect. I'm sorry, but it is not to be." He nodded as she looked up in horror. "That's right. I will not sleep with you. Not tonight. Not ever."
Anuja could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at him aghast, her ears burning. He went on in his quiet, smooth voice.
"Sex, as you know it, or have experienced it -- and you will tell me about your experience or experiences when I wish to hear them -- is not something we will share. Never. Get it?"
She opened her mouth in protest, but he went on. "There will be no kissing. No fondling. No foreplay and most certainly no copulation. Your cunt will never -- never, you understand? – feel my prick. Nor your mouth or hands or any other part of you."
"I -- I don't understand!" she cried, her mind whirling.
"Don't understand? What is there not to understand? It's quite simple, really. Let me put it in a language you may follow. I will not fuck you. Ever. I think you should be able to follow that now."
"But why?" Anuja cried. "Why are you doing this? Is there – is there someone else? Another woman?"
Avinash smiled. "To answer your last question first, Anuja," he said dispassionately. "There is no one 'other woman'. There are other women, or have been. Frequently. Now, if you satisfy me, you will suffice, at least for the time being. There may be others, if I choose."
"But -- but how do I satisfy you if -- if --"
This man would make love to her, long and slow, possess her as a woman should be taken.
Fifteen minutes later, Anuja stepped out of the dressing room into the master bedroom, looking absolutely ravishing. Her hair was drawn back with a centre parting in a long, single, tasseled braid.
Her eyes were rimmed with *kajal*, and she had a *bindi*, but she wore no other makeup. Diamond studs glinted in her earlobes and one nostril.
A thin gold necklace and the long black and gold *mangalsutra* hung around her neck. She had dbangd the rich brocade *sari* in the Gujarati fashion, with the *pallu* down the front.
Her blouse was taut, with a deep V-neck and her breasts jutted out proudly, squeezed together by the tight material to form a sexy cleavage. She had worn the *sari* low, below her navel, and her midriff was bare.
Gold bangles tinkled on her wrists, and she wore rings on two fingers of each hand and on the second toe of each foot. Sexy gold anklets drooped around her slender ankles.
Her eyes flicked to the bed and the smile died on her lips.
Avinash had set up a battery of video and still cameras around the bed. He was fiddling with the controls of a monitor on a laptop computer wired to the cameras. At the sound of her step, he looked over his shoulder and turned.
"There you are. Good." He studied her and his mouth fell open. "My god, you're stunning!"
He saw her looking at the video equipment clustered around the bed and chuckled softly at her bewildered expression.
"That's the other thing," he said, delight in his voice. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention it. I want to preserve this forever. For posterity."
He moved forward, languidly unbuttoning his shirt. As he neared her, he pulled it out of his jeans and flung it aside. For a minute, he stood before, smiling down at her, arms akimbo.
Anuja looked at his handsome face and her eyes slid down over his torso. She couldn't help the sudden intake of breath. She felt a ripple of naked lust: her breasts swelled and her nipples stiffened and her cunt tingled in anticipation.
Avinash's body was like a piece of sculpture. The torso was smooth-skinned and hairless, in a sharply tapering V from the sprawling shoulders to the narrow, high hips.
His chest was deep and broad with a thick cleft between the slab-like pectorals. His belly was hard and flat, paved with strong, square muscles. His skin was stretched taut over the mighty musculature and was almost translucent: she could see the fine tracery of veins under it.
His sharp nipples were set in small aureoles pulled low and far on either side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit. He was devastatingly sexy.
Anuja felt a frisson of excitement sweep through her. The thought of this demi-god fucking her, and filming it all as well, was incredibly erotic. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her.
He pulled off his belt. His fingers opened the clasp of his jeans. Her eyes swept down to his belly, and he chuckled dryly. His eyes boring into her face, he stretched his arm and picked up a plastic bag from the bed and turning it upside down, shook out the contents.
Anuja's head turned and she gasped in shock. Her eyes whipped back to Avinash. Suddenly his face was cold and still, his eyes dark and flat.
"Have you been fucked before?"
The quiet words stung like a whiplash. Anuja gasped and recoiled, eyes wide.
"Have you?" There was a sudden malevolence in his eyes that terrified her.
He repeated the question and now there was a distinct threat of violence. Anuja stared at him dumbly.
Suddenly, his hand whipped at her face and Anuja cried out, her head jerking sideways. The blow wasn't hard, but it stung.
"Answer me!" he rasped.
Not looking at him, Anuja nodded, cringing from another slap.
"How often?"
Again, she didn't respond immediately and this time he hit her harder. Anuja cried out, tears streaking her face.
"How often?"
"I don't know," she sobbed softly. "I don't know!"
"What does that mean?" he snarled, gripping her face and turning it to his. "What does that mean? Once? Twice? More than that?"
"More!" she moaned. "More than twice."
"With the same man? Or was there more than one?"
"More -- more than one --"
She was cringing, expecting another blow. Instead, she heard him chuckle softly. His fingers loosened their grip and he touched her chin gently.
"Good," he said, his eyes dancing. "That's better. Whatever the answer, I must have it. Never disobey me. Do you understand?"
He released her and stepped back. "Now. Listen carefully. I know what you expect. I'm sorry, but it is not to be." He nodded as she looked up in horror. "That's right. I will not sleep with you. Not tonight. Not ever."
Anuja could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at him aghast, her ears burning. He went on in his quiet, smooth voice.
"Sex, as you know it, or have experienced it -- and you will tell me about your experience or experiences when I wish to hear them -- is not something we will share. Never. Get it?"
She opened her mouth in protest, but he went on. "There will be no kissing. No fondling. No foreplay and most certainly no copulation. Your cunt will never -- never, you understand? – feel my prick. Nor your mouth or hands or any other part of you."
"I -- I don't understand!" she cried, her mind whirling.
"Don't understand? What is there not to understand? It's quite simple, really. Let me put it in a language you may follow. I will not fuck you. Ever. I think you should be able to follow that now."
"But why?" Anuja cried. "Why are you doing this? Is there – is there someone else? Another woman?"
Avinash smiled. "To answer your last question first, Anuja," he said dispassionately. "There is no one 'other woman'. There are other women, or have been. Frequently. Now, if you satisfy me, you will suffice, at least for the time being. There may be others, if I choose."
"But -- but how do I satisfy you if -- if --"
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