Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Vikram and Arjun’s Domination

Vikram and Arjun walked away from the scene, the air thick with satisfaction and triumph. They could still feel the lingering heat of Meera’s body against them, the unwilling yet undeniable responses she had given. They exchanged a glance, their smirks widening as they absorbed everything that had transpired.


This was more than just physical dominance; it was about control—breaking both Riya and Meera, step by step, until they had no fight left. They hadn’t just taken what they wanted but carefully orchestrated every moment, gradually raising the stakes so that resistance felt impossible.


The Slow, Strategic Breakdown

When they first saw Riya sneaking into Shankar’s house, Vikram suggested following her. Arjun, amused but curious, had agreed. What they found had been far beyond their expectations—a secret affair, a scandalous weakness, and an opportunity they had not planned for but could not ignore.


When they first confronted Riya, they had played it smart, pretending to be casual, pretending just to be interested in a little harmless fun. A simple kiss—that was all they had asked for. It had been a test to measure her fear and vulnerability. And the way she hesitated and her body tensed at their demand told them everything they needed to know. She was afraid. She was trapped. Most importantly, she would do anything to keep the video a secret.


That was their opening.


Vikram had been the one to insist she had to do it "properly," making sure she gave them the same passion she had given Shankar. When she resisted, they laughed, telling her she wasn’t putting in enough effort. Slowly, they had pushed further—asking her to sit on their laps, making her prolong the kiss, using every slight hesitation as an excuse to up the stakes.


By the time they moved to Meera, they already knew the pattern. They had refined their strategy and perfected their method. They knew how to manipulate, push just the right buttons, and ensure there was just enough shame and hesitation so that their victims felt they had no way out.


They took their time with Meera, savoring every moment of her breakdown. She had entered the situation as Riya’s protector, trying to save her, and they had enjoyed watching her transition from defiance to reluctant submission. At first, they only demanded a kiss, just like Riya did. But when she kissed Arjun, they immediately criticized her and told her she wasn’t doing it right and wasn’t putting in enough passion that she needed to match what was in the video.


The humiliation in her eyes had only fueled them further. They had told her to sit on their laps, knowing how much closer that would bring her, how much harder it would be for her to ignore their touch. The more hesitant she was, the more they pushed.


Arjun flexed his fingers absentmindedly as he walked, glancing down at his hands, which had just caressed Meera's smooth, supple skin. He could still feel the warmth of her body lingering on his fingertips, the way her breasts had fit perfectly into his palms, how her body had trembled under his touch. He smirked, reliving how she had initially stiffened at his touch but then began to react against all her protests.


"Did you feel that?" Arjun muttered, almost to himself, his voice low with excitement. "She was fighting it, but her body… her body was betraying her. The more we pushed, the more she responded. It was like watching her mind break apart piece by piece."


Vikram chuckled darkly, his hands clenching and unclenching as he was also lost in thought. His fingers curled as if trying to recall the shape and feel of Meera’s breasts, how soft and full they were, how they had reacted to his touch. "Yeah… it was something else," he admitted, his voice laced with satisfaction. "At first, she acted all defiant, like she could resist. But once we started working on her, she melted like butter."


He laughed low, shaking his head as if amazed by how easily it had happened. "You know, we played it smart," he continued. "Just a simple kiss at first. We made it seem like nothing serious. A five-minute kiss—who could say no to that? But we knew… we knew once we had her lips, once she tasted our touch, she wouldn’t be able to stay cold for long."


Arjun nodded, his smirk widening. "Exactly. We let her think she had some control. We made her believe she could give us what we asked and be done with it. But once we had her close, once we had our hands on her, we turned it up. A little touch here, a little more there… We made her body crave it before she even realized it."


His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he thought about how Meera had reacted when their hands roamed over her stomach, her navel, and her breasts. "Did you see how her breathing changed?" he said, licking his lips as if savoring the memory. "At first, she held it in, trying to stay strong. But the moment my hands worked over her when I brushed against her pussy" he stopped, flexing his fingers again as if the feeling was still alive in his hands. "She let out that tiny gasp. That’s when I knew we had her."


Vikram nodded in agreement, his grin widening. "Yeah… and the best part? She tried to fight it, but her body was completely alive under our touch. The way her nipples hardened, the way her thighs clenched... She felt it, even if she didn’t want to admit it."


He glanced down at his own hands, still tingling with the memory of her warmth. He clenched his fist as if trying to capture the sensation again. "And her breasts & smooth thighs… man, I swear, when I touched them, it was like electricity ran through her. You could feel the way her body reacted."


Arjun nodded, his smirk turning into a full grin. "Oh yeah. And you saw how she moaned? At first, it was just small, unwilling sounds. But when we started working on her, she couldn’t stop herself. It wasn’t just us forcing her anymore. Her body was taking over."


Vikram exhaled, shaking his head. "We broke her. And the best part? She knows it. She felt that pleasure. She felt something her husband had never made her feel. And now, no matter how much she tries to deny it, she knows we own her in a way he never will."


Arjun chuckled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And that’s just the beginning. We took her from a simple kiss to completely surrendering in one go. Imagine what we can do next time."


Vikram's eyes gleamed with dark excitement. "She’ll pretend this never happened, but we both know the truth. She felt it. And she’ll remember it."


They both walked away, their bodies still buzzing from the experience, knowing they had completely turned the tables on Meera. They had made her feel something forbidden, something she would never forget. And that knowledge made them hunger for more.


However, beneath their bravado, there were undercurrents of tension. Vikram, ever the more contemplative of the duo, felt a flicker of unease. While he enjoyed the thrill of their conquests, a small voice questioned whether they had crossed a line. He had always seen himself as a man of control, yet in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t help but feel as though they had strayed into dangerous territory. The way Meera’s eyes had momentarily betrayed confusion and conflict lingered in his mind. Was this a game for them, or were they playing with fire?


On the other hand, Arjun was consumed by the moment's excitement. He thrived on the chaos and the power he wielded. They had turned the tables on both Riya and Meera. To him, this conquest marked them as superior in their game of dominance. He imagined the potential of their recordings and how they could use them to assert control whenever they pleased.


The thrill of victory was tinged with a realization that their actions could have consequences beyond their immediate desires. While they may have felt untouchable, there was an undeniable risk in their recklessness. Would Meera and Riya seek revenge? Would someone else step in to protect them?


Arjun and Vikram knew they had opened a Pandora's box that could either solidify their power or lead to their downfall. One wrong move and the very power they Cherished could slip through their fingers, leaving them to the fallout of their own making.