Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera Punishment

Arjun and Vikram exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They wanted Meera to understand the consequences of crossing them and were determined to break her resistance.


Vikram’s hands tightened on Meera's waist, pulling her closer, while Arjun’s lips left her mouth, trailing down her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her skin. Meera gasped, trying to hold back her reactions, but with each passing second, it became more difficult. Her body betrayed her, her breathing ragged, and her eyes closed as unwanted heat spread through her body.


Arjun's mouth moved down to the crook of her neck, and Meera let out a soft moan, her lips parting as her body shuddered under their hands.


"That's what we wanted to hear," Arjun whispered, his lips brushing against her ear and a cruel smile on his face. We want you to know your place, Meera. You and Riya both."


Vikram nodded, his hands sliding up Meera's back, his fingers grazing her bare skin as they reached her shoulder blades. He glanced at Riya, still recording, her face pale and eyes wide.


"Riya, make sure you get everything," he said with a smirk, his tone mocking. "We want you to see what happens when someone thinks they can defy us."


Meera's body jerked as Arjun’s hands moved down, cupping her breasts and squeezing them with force, his mouth moving over her collarbone. The sensation shot through her, and another moan escaped her lips, her face flushing with embarrassment and shame.


Vikram chuckled, “You see, Meera, you shouldn’t have tried to stand up for Riya. Now you have to pay the price."


Tears welled up in Meera's eyes, her body trembling as they continued their assault. She was angry at herself, furious at her body for betraying her, for reacting to their touch in the way it did.


They were furious that she had dared to interfere, angry that she had challenged them, and wanted her to feel it. Their hands were rough, their touch demanding, as if they were trying to teach her a lesson.


Arjun grabbed Meera’s chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes dark. "Remember, Meera. You belong to us now, just like Riya."


Meera swallowed hard, her body trembling with the mix of fear, shame, and unwanted arousal. She glanced at Riya, who stood there, still holding the phone, her eyes filled with tears.


Vikram’s voice broke her thoughts, his tone dripping with mockery. "Now, Meera, give Arjun that passionate kiss again. Show us what you’ve learned."


Meera closed her eyes, her heart pounding. She leaned in, her lips meeting Arjun's, her body trembling as she tried to muster the passion they demanded.


As Meera leaned in for the kiss, Arjun's fingers moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her Panty. Meera gasped into the kiss, her body jerking involuntarily. He smirked against her lips, his fingers moving inside her pussy that made her shiver in a mix of shame and unwanted desire.


Meanwhile, Vikram used his tongue, tracing a line from her neck down to her collarbone, flicking his tongue over her skin in a way that made her skin tingle.


Arjun’s hand moved confidently and rhythmically, making Meera's breath hitch, and she could feel herself flushing with the intensity of it all. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body had already betrayed her. The sensation of their fingers, Arjun’s touch, and Vikram's hot breath on her skin overwhelmed her senses.


Meera let out an unwilling moan as Arjun’s fingers worked their way deeper, and Vikram’s tongue left a trail of heat along her skin. They were dominating her completely, ensuring that every movement, every touch left her unable to think, unable to resist.


Arjun pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark as he looked at her. "That's more like it," he said, his fingers still moving, making her gasp. "This is what we want, Meera."


Vikram nodded, his hands squeezing her waist, his lips moving closer to her ear. "You’re learning," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.


Meera's heart pounded, her body responding even though her mind protested. She felt Vikram’s tongue moving along her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Arjun’s fingers moved expertly, their touch igniting something deep within her, something that she wished she could ignore.


Arjun smirked, his voice taunting. "Riya, make sure you get everything. We want this record well."


Riya’s hands trembled as she held the phone, and her eyes filled with tears as she watched her sister-in-law be forced to endure this. Meera glanced at her, her own eyes filled with shame.


Arjun’s grip tightened, his fingers working with more force and faster rhythm, and Meera’s body shuddered, a moan escaping her lips that she wished she could take back. They were determined to push her to the edge, to make her submit completely, and she knew that she was losing control.


Vikram's lips moved lower, his tongue tracing the edge of her breast, his hands on her thighs, squeezing them roughly. He leaned in, whispering against her skin. "Remember this feeling, Meera. "


Meera closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears and hold onto whatever dignity she had left. But they were determined to break her, and her body was already betraying her, responding to their touches in a way that made her heart ache with shame.


Arjun grinned, his eyes filled with challenge and cruelty as he looked at Meera. "Tell us, Meera," he said, his fingers teasing her. "Are we better than your husband? Does he make you feel like this?"


Meera's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flushing with anger and embarrassment. She tried to turn away, but Arjun's hand caught her chin, forcing her to face him.


Vikram joined in, his voice dripping with mockery. "Come on, tell us. We know you’re feeling things your husband could never make you feel. Isn’t that right, Meera?" His hands slid across her bare skin.


Meera shook her head, trying to resist. "No... that's not true," she whispered, her voice trembling. But her body was betraying her, and they both knew it.


Arjun's smirk widened, his fingers moving more deliberately, making Meera's breath hitch. "Really? Because it seems like your body is saying otherwise." He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"


Tears welled up in Meera's eyes as she tried to fight against the desire overwhelming her. She knew they wanted her to admit it, to break her completely.


Vikram's voice was softer now, almost coaxing. "You can say it, Meera. We both know the truth. Just admit it, and this will be easier for you." His hands roamed her body.


Meera bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She hated them for their actions and how they made her feel. But most of all, she hated that, deep down, a part of her was responding to their touch. It made her feel ashamed, but she knew there was no way out.


Arjun leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it, Meera," he whispered. "Say we’re better than him."


For a moment, Meera hesitated, her body trembling as she struggled to find the words. Finally, she whispered, barely audible, "You... you’re better."


Vikram and Arjun exchanged triumphant glances, their eyes filled with satisfaction. They had broken her, forced her to admit what they wanted to hear.


Arjun's voice dropped to a menacing whisper, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "Say it, Meera. How are we better?" He paused, his fingers teasingly trailing along her sensitive skin. "Is it because your husband is a soft lover, and deep down, you crave something more... rough?"


Meera's eyes filled with shame as she bit her lip, trying to hold back her emotions. She didn't want to admit it, but their touch and the intense sensations they brought to her were undeniable.


Vikram leaned in close, not wanting to let up, his voice just as taunting. "Come on, Meera. You can tell us. You want something your husband never gives you, don’t you? You want to be touched, taken, and desired in a way that’s not soft, not gentle—but raw and rough."


Meera swallowed hard, her face a mixture of anger, shame, and a reluctant acceptance of what her body was feeling. She hated herself for it, but their hands were igniting something inside her she had never experienced before. Her voice came out almost in a whisper, each word laden with guilt. "Maybe... maybe it’s true. Maybe... he’s too soft."


Arjun grinned, his expression filled with triumph as he continued to toy with her. "That's right," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You want something more than the soft, gentle love your husband gives. You want someone who knows how to handle you, to make you feel alive."


Vikram nodded, his hand trailing along her thigh. "Someone who isn’t afraid to be rough, to make you beg for more." He could see the reluctance in her eyes and how her body was betraying her, responding to every word and every touch.


Meera closed her eyes, tears threatening to spill as she struggled with her conflicting emotions. They were pushing her to admit things she never imagined she would say, and deep down, she hated herself for feeling this way.