Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Vikram nodded in agreement, a glint of something more in his eyes. "You need to be as into it as you were in that video, Riya. We can see you’re holding back."


Riya swallowed hard, her mind racing. She felt herself caught in their demands. She thought she had given them enough but never enough for them. Her stomach twisted with a mix of shame and frustration.


Arjun leaned closer, his eyes narrowing with intent and amusement. "Maybe the problem is that you're not in the right mood yet, Riya," he said softly. "You know, just like before, we might need to help you loosen up. You felt different with Shankar, and we want to help you get there again."


He exchanged a look with Vikram, who smirked and stepped forward. "That's right. Maybe what you need is a little more warming up. Let’s ensure you're feeling it properly," Vikram said, his voice dripping with mock concern.


Riya's breath caught in her throat as she saw Vikram approaching her again, his hands reaching for her. She wanted to say no, to refuse them, but she knew she was trapped.


Arjun moved behind her, his hands on her shoulders, gently but insistently pulling her back toward him. She could feel his breath on her neck as he whispered, "Just relax, Riya. Let yourself go. We'll take care of the rest."


Vikram placed his hands on her waist, slowly moving them up, grazing her stomach and chest. Riya shivered at the touch, her body betraying her as her breath quickened. She closed her eyes, trying to distance herself from what was happening, but the sensations were too immediate, too real.


Arjun's hands moved from her shoulders down her sides, his fingers brushing over the fabric of her dress. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "You just need to let go, Riya. Let us help you feel good."


Vikram's hands moved boldly over her chest, squeezing her breasts through the fabric of her dress. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and Riya's body reacted despite herself, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She hated how her body responded, but she couldn’t stop it.


"See, Riya?" Vikram said, his voice low and satisfied. "You're getting there. Just let yourself feel it."


Arjun's hands moved to her waist, then slowly slid down to her hips, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled her back against him. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his breath on her neck. He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, his lips brushing her skin in a way that made her shiver.


"That's it, Riya," Arjun murmured. "Just let yourself go."


Vikram continued his exploration, his hands moving to her waist, then back up to her chest, his fingers squeezing her breasts with quite a force now, rubbing them, trying to bring her fully into the moment. Riya felt her breath quickening, her body betraying her once again, responding to their touches.


Arjun finally pulled away slightly, his hands still resting on her hips. "All right, Riya," he said softly. "Now, let's try that kiss again. But this time, I want to see that passion."


Riya nodded reluctantly, her body trembling as she turned back to face Vikram. He pulled her onto his lap again, his hands immediately going to her waist, then her thighs, rubbing her bare skin as she leaned in to kiss him. This time, she forced herself to be more involved, her hands resting on his shoulders, her lips moving more intensely against his. She tried to match his pace to show the passion they demanded of her.


Vikram eagerly kissed her back, his hands roaming her body, ensuring she was fully involved. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers, his grip on her tightening as he held her closer.


When Vikram finally pulled away, he looked at Arjun with a pleased nod. "That's more like it," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.


Arjun's eyes narrowed as he watched Riya pull away from Vikram. He shook his head slightly, dissatisfaction evident on his face. He gestured to Vikram, and both looked down at the phone, replaying the video they had captured of Riya and Shankar. The room was filled with the muffled sounds of that intimate moment, Riya's body on full display as she was caught up in the intensity of Shankar's touches.


Arjun turned back to Riya, his gaze sharp. "See, Riya? This is what we're talking about. You were different with Shankar—uninhibited. You weren't holding back."


Riya looked away, her cheeks flushing with shame and anger. She knew exactly what they were trying to do, and their power over her was suffocating.


Arjun crossed his arms; his tone was almost contemplative. "Maybe you're holding back because you're too tense in that dress. In the video, you were only in your undergarments... maybe that’s the key to getting you to that same mood."


Vikram grinned, stepping closer. "Yeah, maybe it's just the clothes getting in the way, Riya," he said, his hands reaching out for her. "How about we help you with that?"


Riya's heart pounded, her pulse racing as she stared at them. She wanted to resist, to say no, but she knew it was futile. She slowly, almost robotically, reached up to unzip her dress, her hands trembling. As she pulled it down, she felt the cool air hit her bare skin, her pink undergarments exposed to their hungry gazes.


Arjun and Vikram exchanged a look, satisfied with her compliance. Vikram’s eyes gleamed as he stepped forward, touching her bare shoulders. His fingers trailed down her arms, giving her goosebumps.


"That's more like it," Arjun murmured, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in her exposed skin. "Now, let's ensure you’re in the right mood for this, Riya."


Vikram moved behind her, his hands sliding down her back, fingers grazing her spine before settling on her waist. He pulled her close, his body pressing against her back as his hands moved up to her chest. He cupped her breasts through her bra, massaging them firmly.


Arjun stepped forward, his hands resting on her hips. He looked into her eyes, his voice softer but no less commanding. "Just let yourself feel it, Riya. We're just trying to help you relax."


He leaned in, his lips brushing her neck, kissing her skin as his hands moved up to her stomach. He could feel her shiver, and he knew that her body was starting to respond despite her resistance.


Vikram's hands moved to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped her now bare breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples, rubbing and squeezing them. Riya's breath hitched, her body betraying her as her nipples hardened under his touch. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out what was happening, but the sensations were too intense.


Arjun kissed her neck, then her collarbone, his lips trailing down her chest. He took his time, kissing every inch of exposed skin, his hands roaming over her waist, her hips, her thighs. He could feel her trembling, knowing she was slowly giving in to them.


"That's it, Riya," Vikram whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "Just let go. Let yourself feel good."


Arjun finally pulled away slightly, his eyes meeting hers. He smiled, his expression almost gentle. "All right, Riya," he said softly. "Now, let’s try that kiss again. This time, I want to feel all of it."


Riya nodded, her body trembling as she turned back to Arjun. He pulled her closer, his hands on her bare waist, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled her onto his lap again. She could feel his arousal on her panty clad hips, the roughness of his hands on her bare skin, the intensity of his gaze as he looked into her eyes.


She leaned in, her lips pressing against his, and this time, she let herself get lost in the kiss. She passionately kissed him, her hands resting on his shoulders, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hands on her bare back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, pulling her closer, holding her against him.


Vikram watched, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He reached out, his hand on Riya's thigh, rubbing her bare skin as she kissed Arjun. He wanted to make sure she was entirely involved. He leaned in, his lips brushing her shoulder, kissing her skin as his hand moved up her thigh, his fingers grazing her most intimate areas.


Arjun deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, his fingers brushing over her nipples. Riya felt herself getting lost in the sensations, her mind fogging over, her body responding to their touches despite her internal turmoil.


After a few minutes, Arjun finally pulled away, his eyes meeting hers. He smiled, pleased with her response. "That's more like it, Riya," he said softly. "You're getting there."


Vikram nodded in agreement, his hands still on her thigh, rubbing her skin. "Just keep this up, Riya. You'll get there."


Vikram's eyes glinted as Arjun leaned back, giving way for him. He gestured for Riya to come closer. Her heart pounded as she hesitated, her body still buzzing from the encounter with Arjun. She looked at Vikram, who sat expectantly with a crooked smile.


"Come on, Riya," Vikram said, his voice low, with an edge of impatience. He patted his thigh, indicating her to sit on his lap, just as she had done with Arjun.


With a deep breath, Riya stepped forward, her bare skin flushed with shame and strange anticipation. She slowly settled onto Vikram's lap, feeling the rough denim of his jeans against her smooth skin. Vikram wasted no time—his hands immediately settled on her waist, squeezing and pulling her closer.


He looked at her face, his eyes roaming over her features, then moved closer, his lips brushing hers. "I want to feel everything, Riya," he murmured, his tone almost demanding.


Riya swallowed hard and leaned in, pressing her lips to his. It was tentative at first, but then Vikram's grip on her tightened, pulling her firmly against his body. He kissed her deeply, his mouth insistent, his tongue pushing past her lips. She responded, slowly relaxing, her hands resting on his shoulders.


Vikram's hands roamed up from her waist, over her bare back, and then down to her thighs, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin. He kept one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while his other hand slid under her thigh, lifting it slightly, encouraging her to straddle his lap.


Riya complied, adjusting herself until she was straddling Vikram, her bare thighs pressed against his sides. The position brought them even closer, and she could feel his arousal beneath her, pressing against her through the fabric of his jeans.
 

Vikram's hand moved to her breast, his fingers brushing over her nipple, making her shiver. He massaged her breast, his touch rougher than Arjun's had been. He pulled back slightly from the kiss, looking at her flushed face, his eyes filled with hunger.


"You know, Riya," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, "you are something else." His hand moved from her breast down to her waist, then up her thigh, grazing her inner thigh. He wanted to test her limits and see how far he could push her.


He leaned in again, capturing her lips in another deep kiss, his hand sliding up her thigh, closer to her most intimate areas. Riya's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly, but she didn't pull away. She closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the moment and pretend that this wasn't happening.


Vikram's hand moved closer, his fingers brushing against her, making her gasp. He could feel her trembling, her body responding despite her hesitation. He pulled back from the kiss, looking at her face, a smile playing on his lips.


"See? You're getting better, Riya," he said softly, his hand still resting on her thigh, his thumb brushing over her skin. "Just let yourself feel it, just like with Shankar."


Arjun watched from the side, satisfied, as he saw Riya straddling Vikram, her face flushed, her body trembling. He could tell she was starting to give in, losing herself in the sensations.


Vikram's hand moved back to her waist, pulling her even closer, grinding her against him slightly. He kissed her again, his lips moving down to her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone, his hand moving up to her breast, squeezing it, his thumb brushing over her nipple.


Riya let out a soft moan, her body reacting to the stimulation despite her attempts to resist. She could feel Vikram's arousal pressing against her, and it made her feel a mix of fear, shame, and something else—something she didn't want to admit.


Vikram finally pulled back, looking at her flushed face, her lips swollen from the kisses. He smiled, satisfied. "Not bad, Riya," he said, his voice low. "You're getting there."


He shifted her slightly, helping her off his lap. She stood up, her body still trembling, her mind a haze of confusion and shame.

Arjun stood up, his eyes meeting Riya's. "Same time tomorrow, Riya," he said, his voice firm. "And remember—we want the same passion every time."


Riya nodded silently, her heart heavy, her body still buzzing from the unwanted but undeniable sensations. She turned, picking up her dress, her hands trembling as she put it back on. She could feel their eyes watching her every move, and she knew this was just the beginning of what they would demand from her.


Arjun stepped forward, his expression turning serious as he looked at Riya. "And remember, Riya," he said, his voice lowering, "you can't tell anyone about this. Not even Shankar. Especially not him."


Vikram nodded in agreement, his gaze stern. "If you do, there will be consequences. We have the video, remember. You wouldn't want it to get into the wrong hands, would you?"


Riya felt her heart skip a beat, fear washing over her. She nodded quickly, her eyes wide. "I won't tell anyone, “She said, her voice barely above a whisper. The threat hung heavily in the air, making her stomach churn with anxiety.


Arjun smiled, satisfied. "Good. Then we'll see you tomorrow, Riya. Just keep doing as we say, and everything will be fine."


She swallowed hard, her mind racing with fear and shame as she turned to leave. The weight of their threats pressed on her, and she knew she had no choice but to comply if she wanted to keep everything from spiraling out of control. The thought of Shankar or anyone else finding out was terrifying.


As she walked away from the construction site, she saw their eyes follow her every step.


Riya decided not to meet Shankar today. The encounter with Arjun & Vikram has shaken her.