16-04-2025, 10:54 AM
Chapter 5: Lost Innocence
Captain William Blackwood's private chamber was bathed in amber candlelight that danced across the ornate colonial furniture. Sandhya stood trembling before him, her eyes downcast, her breath shallow.
Her mind flashed back to moments ago - how they'd arrived here from the performance hall, his hand firmly guiding her elbow. The memory of Ravi's warning echoed distantly as the heavy door clicked shut behind them.
"Such beauty shouldn't hide itself," Blackwood murmured, stepping closer. The scent of expensive cologne and whiskey surrounded her.
Before she could respond, his fingers caught her chin, tilting her face upward. His lips crashed against hers without warning - rough and demanding. Sandhya's eyes widened, her hands pushing weakly against his chest.
"No... please..." she gasped when he briefly released her.
"Shh," he whispered, his thumb tracing her trembling lower lip. "We both know why you're here."
His mouth claimed hers again, more insistent this time. The resistance in her arms melted away despite the voice in her head screaming to fight. Her body betrayed her as his experienced hands found the curves beneath her ornate costume.
"I shouldn't allow this," she whispered, even as her body arched toward his touch.
"Yet you will," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "I've seen how you dance... how your body speaks. It's speaking to me now."
The ghungroos at her ankles jingled softly as he backed her toward the bed. Her thoughts of Ravi grew fainter with each skilled caress. The captain's hands moved with practiced confidence, making her feel things she'd never experienced.
"Please," she whispered, no longer certain if she was begging him to stop or continue.
Blackwood smiled against her neck. "I intend to, my exotic flower. All night long."
His fingers found the knot of her choli, tugging at it with deliberate slowness. The fabric loosened, and he peeled it away from her body, his breath catching as her breasts came into view.
"Magnificent," he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of her dusky skin. "Like ripe fruit waiting to be tasted."
His palm cupped the weight of one breast, thumb brushing across her nipple. Sandhya shivered, a small gasp escaping her lips.
He continued undressing her methodically, leaving only her lehenga to cover her lower half. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, dipping into her navel with curious fascination.
"Your body is a temple," he whispered, his accent thickening with desire as he explored the swell of her hips. "One I intend to worship thoroughly."
"Please, look at me," he said softly, his British accent curling around each word. "You dance like no woman I've ever seen."
Sandhya raised her eyes reluctantly. The officer wasn't what she'd expected—tall with kind eyes that contrasted with his authoritative demeanor.
"I'm not here for... that," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Yet here you are," he replied, his tone shifting to something harder. "Kneel."
The command startled her. She hesitated, confusion crossing her features.
"Kneel before me," he repeated, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "Look at me while you do it."
Slowly, Sandhya sank to her knees, the remaining fabric of her lehenga pooling around her. The ghungroos jangled softly, an incongruous reminder of her dance.
Blackwood's hands moved to his own clothing. He shed his military jacket, then his shirt, revealing a chest marked with scars from past campaigns. His trousers followed, and Sandhya's eyes widened at the sight of his naked body, his manhood standing proud and ready.
Without warning, he stepped forward, the tip of his arousal brushing against her cheek. She flinched, trying to turn away, but his hand caught her chin.
"Stay still," he ordered, slapping her other cheek with his hardness. The shock of it froze her in place.
"This is what you've done to me since the first moment I saw you dance," he said, rubbing himself against her lips. "Now open."
When she hesitated, his grip tightened slightly. "Open your mouth, Sandhya."
Her lips parted reluctantly, and he pushed forward, groaning as he entered her mouth.
"Look at me," he commanded, his hands tangling in her hair, dislodging some of the jasmine flowers. "Keep your eyes on mine."
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he moved, teaching her rhythm with his hands in her hair, showing no mercy for her inexperience. Sandhya's mind reeled with shock as she found herself face-to-face with a man's arousal for the first time in her life. The size of it terrified her, thicker than she had imagined possible, with prominent veins running along its length. The musky scent filled her nostrils, foreign and intimidating.
"That's right," Blackwood groaned above her, mistaking her wide-eyed fear for amazement.
As he pushed deeper, her throat constricted involuntarily. A muffled "hnngh" escaped her as she gagged, her body fighting against the intrusion. Saliva pooled in her mouth and dripped down her chin.
"Breathe through your nose," he instructed, not pausing his movements.
She tried to follow his command, but when he thrust forward again, another violent gag wracked her body. "Hurk—" The sound was wet and desperate as her eyes watered heavily now, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Her hands gripped the fabric of his trousers at his thighs, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer – frozen in her confusion and shock.
"You'll learn," he assured her, his thumbs wiping away her tears even as his hips continued their relentless rhythm. "The first time is always difficult."
Another thrust, another choking sound – "gluck" – as her body rebelled. Blackwood moaned at the sensation of her throat tightening around him.
"That's it," he encouraged as she struggled to accommodate him. "Your first lesson in pleasing a man. There will be many more tonight."
Blackwood pulled away from her mouth, his breath ragged with desire. He stood to his full height, looking down at Sandhya's tear-streaked face with undisguised hunger.
"Enough of that," he said, his accent thickening as he began to strip away his remaining clothing. "I need more of you."
His manhood stood proudly before her, still glistening from her mouth. Sandhya averted her eyes, but Blackwood grasped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
"Let me see all of you," he commanded, his hands moving to the ties of her remaining garments. With practiced efficiency, he removed the rest of her clothing, his eyes drinking in every inch of exposed dusky skin.
When she stood naked before him, he walked around her slowly, appreciating her from every angle. When he reached her back, his hands grabbed her buttocks firmly, squeezing the flesh with obvious appreciation.
"Perfect," he murmured, then suddenly slapped her right cheek hard.
Sandhya yelped, stumbling forward. Before she could recover, he slapped her other cheek, leaving a red handprint on her skin.
"Such firmness," he said, kneading the flesh roughly. "Like ripe fruit."
He pushed her toward the bed, and she fell forward onto the silk sheets. Turning over, she tried to cover herself, but Blackwood shook his head.
"Don't hide from me," he said, sitting beside her on the bed. He reached for a crystal decanter on the bedside table. "Here, drink more. It will help."
He poured another glass of the amber liquid and held it to her lips. "I have a proposition for you, Sandhya."
She sipped reluctantly, the alcohol burning less this time as it slid down her throat.
"Your village struggles, does it not? The taxes, the drought..." His fingers traced patterns on her bare thigh as he spoke. "I could change that. One month of my company – just one month – and I will ensure Mor-gaon receives special consideration. New wells, reduced taxes, protection from bandits."
Sandhya's eyes widened. "What are you asking?"
"Give yourself to me. Completely. For one month." His hand squeezed her thigh. "This is just desire, Sandhya. Lust. It needn't touch your heart." His fingers moved higher. "Your love for whoever waits for you can remain pure. This is separate – a transaction that benefits everyone."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Think of your village. Think of your family. All it costs is a few weeks of pleasure." His hand slid between her thighs. "Pleasure for both of us."
He offered her the glass again, and this time she took it, drinking deeply.
"One month," he repeated, taking the glass from her trembling hands. "And I promise, you might even come to enjoy it."
Blackwood pushed Sandhya onto the bed, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. She trembled beneath him, her breathing shallow as he knelt before her.
"You're a treasure," he murmured, taking her foot in his hands. To her surprise, he brought her mehndi-adorned toes to his mouth and began to suck them gently. The sensation was strange yet oddly pleasurable, sending unfamiliar tingles up her legs.
His lips traveled upward, tracing a path along her calves to her thighs. His beard scratched against her sensitive skin as he kissed and nipped at her flesh. Sandhya bit her lip, fighting the unwelcome waves of pleasure.
"Such perfect hips," he whispered, his hands gripping the meaty curves of her waist. "Made for a man's hands." His mouth followed, teeth grazing her hip bones, leaving marks that branded her as his conquest.
He moved to her breasts, taking each dark nipple between his lips and sucking until Sandhya couldn't help but arch into his touch. Her body was betraying her, responding to his skilled attention despite the protest in her heart.
"Exquisite," he murmured as his fingers traced circles around her navel. Without warning, he dipped his tongue into the small depression, swirling it in ways that made her squirm. Then he bit gently at the flesh around it, causing her to gasp.
When his exploration led him between her thighs, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"What's this?" he asked, fingers tracing her smooth mound. "How unusual... and delightful."
Sandhya flushed with embarrassment. Her monthly ritual of removing hair with a paste of turmeric and besan was her private custom, something she'd never expected a foreign man to see.
"Indian women typically don't..." he murmured, clearly pleased. "You are full of surprises."
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her most intimate place. His tongue traced her entrance, teasing the intact barrier that marked her virginity. The sensation was overwhelming—both frightening and electrifying.
"So sweet," he whispered against her flesh, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "And still untouched. Not for long."
His tongue worked skillfully, finding places Sandhya didn't know could bring such pleasure. He alternated between gentle licks and firmer pressure, watching her reactions to learn what made her gasp.
His hands gripped her ample buttocks, lifting her slightly to give him better access. The dual sensation of his mouth between her legs and his strong hands kneading her ass sent waves of uncontrollable pleasure through her body.
"Let go," he commanded between licks. "Give yourself to me."
Something was building within her, a tension unlike anything she'd ever felt. She fought against it, ashamed of her body's response to this foreign invader. But Blackwood was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in tandem until Sandhya could no longer resist.
The tension broke suddenly, waves of pleasure washing over her with unexpected force. Her back arched off the bed, a cry escaping her lips as her first orgasm claimed her. The sensation was so intense tears sprang to her eyes, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
"That's it," Blackwood said, satisfaction evident in his voice as he watched her come undone beneath him. "And I haven't even properly taken you yet."
The bed welcomed her weight as he lowered her down. Each touch was both foreign and thrilling—his pale skin against her dusky complexion, the scratch of his beard against her neck, the weight of him pressing her into the sheets.
Blackwood positioned himself between her trembling thighs, his manhood rigid and imposing against her entrance. Instead of entering her immediately, he began sliding his length along her wetness, coating himself in her arousal. The friction against her sensitive flesh made Sandhya whimper.
His mouth found her neck, teeth scbanging against her pulse point before he bit down hard enough to mark her. The sudden pain mingled with pleasure made her gasp.
"You're mine now," he growled against her skin, his accent thickening with lust. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
He continued to rub himself against her, teasing her entrance while his teeth left purple marks across her collarbone and nape. Each bite was like a brand, claiming territory that had never known a man's touch.
Without warning, Blackwood gripped her hips and thrust forward with brutal force. Sandhya's scream echoed through the room as her virginity was claimed in one savage motion. Tears sprang to her eyes as pain bloomed between her legs.
"So tight," he groaned, not giving her time to adjust before beginning to move. "Like you were made for me."
The burning sensation gradually transformed as he established a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drove deeper than the last, hitting places inside her that sent confusing signals of pain mixed with unexpected pleasure. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room along with Sandhya's whimpers.
"That's it," Blackwood encouraged as her body began responding involuntarily. "Take all of me."
His hands roamed her body possessively, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as he continued his relentless pace. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall with each powerful thrust.
To her shame, Sandhya felt the same tension building again, stronger than before. Her hips began moving of their own accord, meeting his thrusts as pleasure overtook pain.
"You're close again," Blackwood observed with satisfaction. "I can feel you tightening around me."
When the wave crashed over her, it was more intense than the first. Her back arched off the bed as she cried out, her inner walls clenching around his invasion. Wetness gushed from her, soaking the sheets beneath her hips.
"Such a responsive little dancer," he praised, slowing his thrusts to feel her pulsing around him.
Before she could recover, Blackwood withdrew and flipped her over with surprising strength. Sandhya found herself on her stomach, her round buttocks exposed to his gaze.
"Your ass is magnificent," he murmured, kneading the flesh roughly. "I want to taste every part of you."
Confused by his words, Sandhya tried to look back at him. The sensation of his beard between her cheeks made her jolt in surprise. His tongue circled her puckered opening, an area she never imagined could be touched this way.
"What are you—" she began, cut off by her own gasp as his tongue pushed insistently against the tight ring of muscle.
"Relax," he commanded, spreading her cheeks wider. "This is just the beginning of what I'll teach you."
Blackwood pulled away, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Sandhya felt his weight shift as he positioned himself behind her. The bed dipped with his movements as he knelt between her spread legs.
"Such a beautiful sight," he murmured, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, spreading her wide.
She felt something hard and slick pressing against her rear entrance. With horrifying clarity, she realized his intentions.
"No, please," she whimpered, trying to crawl forward. "Not there."
His grip tightened, holding her in place. "Shhh," he soothed, though his voice held no real comfort. "Every part of you belongs to me now. Remember our arrangement."
She felt his manhood, still wet with her blood and arousal, rubbing against her puckered opening. The sensation was alien and frightening. He pressed forward, meeting resistance from her untried body.
"Relax," he commanded, his accent thickening. "Fighting only makes it worse."
Without further warning, he thrust forward with brutal force, more savage than when he'd claimed her maidenhead. Sandhya's scream echoed off the walls, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets. The burning, stretching pain was overwhelming.
"God, you're tight here too," he groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her hips, surely leaving bruises.
He began to move, each thrust more punishing than the last. The pain gradually blended with something else – not quite pleasure, but a strange fullness that sent confusing signals through her body.
"That's it," he encouraged as her screams transformed into choked moans. "Your body learns quickly."
The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room as Blackwood increased his pace. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, matching the brutal tempo of his hips. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more erratic.
"I'm going to fill you completely," he growled, his fingers reaching around to find her sensitive bud, rubbing roughly.
The dual sensation sent unexpected sparks of pleasure through Sandhya's body. Her mind rebelled even as her body responded, shame and arousal warring within her.
With a guttural groan, Blackwood drove himself deep one final time. Sandhya felt the hot pulse of his release inside her, an intimate violation that marked her as thoroughly conquered.
He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. Sandhya lay motionless, afraid to move as pain radiated through her lower body.
When she finally gathered the courage to shift, she caught sight of herself in the mirror across the room. Her hair, once neatly adorned with jasmine flowers, now lay in disarray, white petals scattered across the crimson sheets. Blood from her lost virginity stained her inner thighs and the expensive bedding.
The woman in the reflection was a stranger – eyes wide and haunted, neck and breasts covered in purpling marks, body glistening with sweat and other fluids. Just hours ago, she had been Sandhya Jain, the celebrated dancer of Mor-gaon. Now she was something else entirely.
She reached for a fallen jasmine flower, its white petals now bruised and broken. Like her.
Captain William Blackwood's private chamber was bathed in amber candlelight that danced across the ornate colonial furniture. Sandhya stood trembling before him, her eyes downcast, her breath shallow.
Her mind flashed back to moments ago - how they'd arrived here from the performance hall, his hand firmly guiding her elbow. The memory of Ravi's warning echoed distantly as the heavy door clicked shut behind them.
"Such beauty shouldn't hide itself," Blackwood murmured, stepping closer. The scent of expensive cologne and whiskey surrounded her.
Before she could respond, his fingers caught her chin, tilting her face upward. His lips crashed against hers without warning - rough and demanding. Sandhya's eyes widened, her hands pushing weakly against his chest.
"No... please..." she gasped when he briefly released her.
"Shh," he whispered, his thumb tracing her trembling lower lip. "We both know why you're here."
His mouth claimed hers again, more insistent this time. The resistance in her arms melted away despite the voice in her head screaming to fight. Her body betrayed her as his experienced hands found the curves beneath her ornate costume.
"I shouldn't allow this," she whispered, even as her body arched toward his touch.
"Yet you will," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "I've seen how you dance... how your body speaks. It's speaking to me now."
The ghungroos at her ankles jingled softly as he backed her toward the bed. Her thoughts of Ravi grew fainter with each skilled caress. The captain's hands moved with practiced confidence, making her feel things she'd never experienced.
"Please," she whispered, no longer certain if she was begging him to stop or continue.
Blackwood smiled against her neck. "I intend to, my exotic flower. All night long."
His fingers found the knot of her choli, tugging at it with deliberate slowness. The fabric loosened, and he peeled it away from her body, his breath catching as her breasts came into view.
"Magnificent," he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of her dusky skin. "Like ripe fruit waiting to be tasted."
His palm cupped the weight of one breast, thumb brushing across her nipple. Sandhya shivered, a small gasp escaping her lips.
He continued undressing her methodically, leaving only her lehenga to cover her lower half. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, dipping into her navel with curious fascination.
"Your body is a temple," he whispered, his accent thickening with desire as he explored the swell of her hips. "One I intend to worship thoroughly."
"Please, look at me," he said softly, his British accent curling around each word. "You dance like no woman I've ever seen."
Sandhya raised her eyes reluctantly. The officer wasn't what she'd expected—tall with kind eyes that contrasted with his authoritative demeanor.
"I'm not here for... that," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Yet here you are," he replied, his tone shifting to something harder. "Kneel."
The command startled her. She hesitated, confusion crossing her features.
"Kneel before me," he repeated, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "Look at me while you do it."
Slowly, Sandhya sank to her knees, the remaining fabric of her lehenga pooling around her. The ghungroos jangled softly, an incongruous reminder of her dance.
Blackwood's hands moved to his own clothing. He shed his military jacket, then his shirt, revealing a chest marked with scars from past campaigns. His trousers followed, and Sandhya's eyes widened at the sight of his naked body, his manhood standing proud and ready.
Without warning, he stepped forward, the tip of his arousal brushing against her cheek. She flinched, trying to turn away, but his hand caught her chin.
"Stay still," he ordered, slapping her other cheek with his hardness. The shock of it froze her in place.
"This is what you've done to me since the first moment I saw you dance," he said, rubbing himself against her lips. "Now open."
When she hesitated, his grip tightened slightly. "Open your mouth, Sandhya."
Her lips parted reluctantly, and he pushed forward, groaning as he entered her mouth.
"Look at me," he commanded, his hands tangling in her hair, dislodging some of the jasmine flowers. "Keep your eyes on mine."
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he moved, teaching her rhythm with his hands in her hair, showing no mercy for her inexperience. Sandhya's mind reeled with shock as she found herself face-to-face with a man's arousal for the first time in her life. The size of it terrified her, thicker than she had imagined possible, with prominent veins running along its length. The musky scent filled her nostrils, foreign and intimidating.
"That's right," Blackwood groaned above her, mistaking her wide-eyed fear for amazement.
As he pushed deeper, her throat constricted involuntarily. A muffled "hnngh" escaped her as she gagged, her body fighting against the intrusion. Saliva pooled in her mouth and dripped down her chin.
"Breathe through your nose," he instructed, not pausing his movements.
She tried to follow his command, but when he thrust forward again, another violent gag wracked her body. "Hurk—" The sound was wet and desperate as her eyes watered heavily now, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Her hands gripped the fabric of his trousers at his thighs, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer – frozen in her confusion and shock.
"You'll learn," he assured her, his thumbs wiping away her tears even as his hips continued their relentless rhythm. "The first time is always difficult."
Another thrust, another choking sound – "gluck" – as her body rebelled. Blackwood moaned at the sensation of her throat tightening around him.
"That's it," he encouraged as she struggled to accommodate him. "Your first lesson in pleasing a man. There will be many more tonight."
Blackwood pulled away from her mouth, his breath ragged with desire. He stood to his full height, looking down at Sandhya's tear-streaked face with undisguised hunger.
"Enough of that," he said, his accent thickening as he began to strip away his remaining clothing. "I need more of you."
His manhood stood proudly before her, still glistening from her mouth. Sandhya averted her eyes, but Blackwood grasped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
"Let me see all of you," he commanded, his hands moving to the ties of her remaining garments. With practiced efficiency, he removed the rest of her clothing, his eyes drinking in every inch of exposed dusky skin.
When she stood naked before him, he walked around her slowly, appreciating her from every angle. When he reached her back, his hands grabbed her buttocks firmly, squeezing the flesh with obvious appreciation.
"Perfect," he murmured, then suddenly slapped her right cheek hard.
Sandhya yelped, stumbling forward. Before she could recover, he slapped her other cheek, leaving a red handprint on her skin.
"Such firmness," he said, kneading the flesh roughly. "Like ripe fruit."
He pushed her toward the bed, and she fell forward onto the silk sheets. Turning over, she tried to cover herself, but Blackwood shook his head.
"Don't hide from me," he said, sitting beside her on the bed. He reached for a crystal decanter on the bedside table. "Here, drink more. It will help."
He poured another glass of the amber liquid and held it to her lips. "I have a proposition for you, Sandhya."
She sipped reluctantly, the alcohol burning less this time as it slid down her throat.
"Your village struggles, does it not? The taxes, the drought..." His fingers traced patterns on her bare thigh as he spoke. "I could change that. One month of my company – just one month – and I will ensure Mor-gaon receives special consideration. New wells, reduced taxes, protection from bandits."
Sandhya's eyes widened. "What are you asking?"
"Give yourself to me. Completely. For one month." His hand squeezed her thigh. "This is just desire, Sandhya. Lust. It needn't touch your heart." His fingers moved higher. "Your love for whoever waits for you can remain pure. This is separate – a transaction that benefits everyone."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Think of your village. Think of your family. All it costs is a few weeks of pleasure." His hand slid between her thighs. "Pleasure for both of us."
He offered her the glass again, and this time she took it, drinking deeply.
"One month," he repeated, taking the glass from her trembling hands. "And I promise, you might even come to enjoy it."
Blackwood pushed Sandhya onto the bed, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. She trembled beneath him, her breathing shallow as he knelt before her.
"You're a treasure," he murmured, taking her foot in his hands. To her surprise, he brought her mehndi-adorned toes to his mouth and began to suck them gently. The sensation was strange yet oddly pleasurable, sending unfamiliar tingles up her legs.
His lips traveled upward, tracing a path along her calves to her thighs. His beard scratched against her sensitive skin as he kissed and nipped at her flesh. Sandhya bit her lip, fighting the unwelcome waves of pleasure.
"Such perfect hips," he whispered, his hands gripping the meaty curves of her waist. "Made for a man's hands." His mouth followed, teeth grazing her hip bones, leaving marks that branded her as his conquest.
He moved to her breasts, taking each dark nipple between his lips and sucking until Sandhya couldn't help but arch into his touch. Her body was betraying her, responding to his skilled attention despite the protest in her heart.
"Exquisite," he murmured as his fingers traced circles around her navel. Without warning, he dipped his tongue into the small depression, swirling it in ways that made her squirm. Then he bit gently at the flesh around it, causing her to gasp.
When his exploration led him between her thighs, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"What's this?" he asked, fingers tracing her smooth mound. "How unusual... and delightful."
Sandhya flushed with embarrassment. Her monthly ritual of removing hair with a paste of turmeric and besan was her private custom, something she'd never expected a foreign man to see.
"Indian women typically don't..." he murmured, clearly pleased. "You are full of surprises."
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her most intimate place. His tongue traced her entrance, teasing the intact barrier that marked her virginity. The sensation was overwhelming—both frightening and electrifying.
"So sweet," he whispered against her flesh, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "And still untouched. Not for long."
His tongue worked skillfully, finding places Sandhya didn't know could bring such pleasure. He alternated between gentle licks and firmer pressure, watching her reactions to learn what made her gasp.
His hands gripped her ample buttocks, lifting her slightly to give him better access. The dual sensation of his mouth between her legs and his strong hands kneading her ass sent waves of uncontrollable pleasure through her body.
"Let go," he commanded between licks. "Give yourself to me."
Something was building within her, a tension unlike anything she'd ever felt. She fought against it, ashamed of her body's response to this foreign invader. But Blackwood was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in tandem until Sandhya could no longer resist.
The tension broke suddenly, waves of pleasure washing over her with unexpected force. Her back arched off the bed, a cry escaping her lips as her first orgasm claimed her. The sensation was so intense tears sprang to her eyes, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
"That's it," Blackwood said, satisfaction evident in his voice as he watched her come undone beneath him. "And I haven't even properly taken you yet."
The bed welcomed her weight as he lowered her down. Each touch was both foreign and thrilling—his pale skin against her dusky complexion, the scratch of his beard against her neck, the weight of him pressing her into the sheets.
Blackwood positioned himself between her trembling thighs, his manhood rigid and imposing against her entrance. Instead of entering her immediately, he began sliding his length along her wetness, coating himself in her arousal. The friction against her sensitive flesh made Sandhya whimper.
His mouth found her neck, teeth scbanging against her pulse point before he bit down hard enough to mark her. The sudden pain mingled with pleasure made her gasp.
"You're mine now," he growled against her skin, his accent thickening with lust. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
He continued to rub himself against her, teasing her entrance while his teeth left purple marks across her collarbone and nape. Each bite was like a brand, claiming territory that had never known a man's touch.
Without warning, Blackwood gripped her hips and thrust forward with brutal force. Sandhya's scream echoed through the room as her virginity was claimed in one savage motion. Tears sprang to her eyes as pain bloomed between her legs.
"So tight," he groaned, not giving her time to adjust before beginning to move. "Like you were made for me."
The burning sensation gradually transformed as he established a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drove deeper than the last, hitting places inside her that sent confusing signals of pain mixed with unexpected pleasure. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room along with Sandhya's whimpers.
"That's it," Blackwood encouraged as her body began responding involuntarily. "Take all of me."
His hands roamed her body possessively, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as he continued his relentless pace. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall with each powerful thrust.
To her shame, Sandhya felt the same tension building again, stronger than before. Her hips began moving of their own accord, meeting his thrusts as pleasure overtook pain.
"You're close again," Blackwood observed with satisfaction. "I can feel you tightening around me."
When the wave crashed over her, it was more intense than the first. Her back arched off the bed as she cried out, her inner walls clenching around his invasion. Wetness gushed from her, soaking the sheets beneath her hips.
"Such a responsive little dancer," he praised, slowing his thrusts to feel her pulsing around him.
Before she could recover, Blackwood withdrew and flipped her over with surprising strength. Sandhya found herself on her stomach, her round buttocks exposed to his gaze.
"Your ass is magnificent," he murmured, kneading the flesh roughly. "I want to taste every part of you."
Confused by his words, Sandhya tried to look back at him. The sensation of his beard between her cheeks made her jolt in surprise. His tongue circled her puckered opening, an area she never imagined could be touched this way.
"What are you—" she began, cut off by her own gasp as his tongue pushed insistently against the tight ring of muscle.
"Relax," he commanded, spreading her cheeks wider. "This is just the beginning of what I'll teach you."
Blackwood pulled away, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Sandhya felt his weight shift as he positioned himself behind her. The bed dipped with his movements as he knelt between her spread legs.
"Such a beautiful sight," he murmured, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, spreading her wide.
She felt something hard and slick pressing against her rear entrance. With horrifying clarity, she realized his intentions.
"No, please," she whimpered, trying to crawl forward. "Not there."
His grip tightened, holding her in place. "Shhh," he soothed, though his voice held no real comfort. "Every part of you belongs to me now. Remember our arrangement."
She felt his manhood, still wet with her blood and arousal, rubbing against her puckered opening. The sensation was alien and frightening. He pressed forward, meeting resistance from her untried body.
"Relax," he commanded, his accent thickening. "Fighting only makes it worse."
Without further warning, he thrust forward with brutal force, more savage than when he'd claimed her maidenhead. Sandhya's scream echoed off the walls, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets. The burning, stretching pain was overwhelming.
"God, you're tight here too," he groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her hips, surely leaving bruises.
He began to move, each thrust more punishing than the last. The pain gradually blended with something else – not quite pleasure, but a strange fullness that sent confusing signals through her body.
"That's it," he encouraged as her screams transformed into choked moans. "Your body learns quickly."
The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room as Blackwood increased his pace. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, matching the brutal tempo of his hips. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more erratic.
"I'm going to fill you completely," he growled, his fingers reaching around to find her sensitive bud, rubbing roughly.
The dual sensation sent unexpected sparks of pleasure through Sandhya's body. Her mind rebelled even as her body responded, shame and arousal warring within her.
With a guttural groan, Blackwood drove himself deep one final time. Sandhya felt the hot pulse of his release inside her, an intimate violation that marked her as thoroughly conquered.
He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. Sandhya lay motionless, afraid to move as pain radiated through her lower body.
When she finally gathered the courage to shift, she caught sight of herself in the mirror across the room. Her hair, once neatly adorned with jasmine flowers, now lay in disarray, white petals scattered across the crimson sheets. Blood from her lost virginity stained her inner thighs and the expensive bedding.
The woman in the reflection was a stranger – eyes wide and haunted, neck and breasts covered in purpling marks, body glistening with sweat and other fluids. Just hours ago, she had been Sandhya Jain, the celebrated dancer of Mor-gaon. Now she was something else entirely.
She reached for a fallen jasmine flower, its white petals now bruised and broken. Like her.
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