An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera’s Plan of Seduction

Sitting on Vikram’s lap in the darkened cinema hall, Meera's mind raced. She realized that fighting Vikram outright had only given him more power over her and Riya. If she wanted to find a way out, she must be cunning to play his game—but on her terms. And in that moment, a plan began to form. If she could make Vikram believe she was genuinely falling for him, maybe she could gain his trust enough to manipulate him into deleting the videos.


She took a deep breath. She needed to be convincing. Glancing at Vikram’s face, she noticed the smug satisfaction in his eyes. Fine, she thought. If he wants this, I’ll give it to him on my terms.


Meera shifted on his lap, feeling the heat radiating from his body. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “You want this, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice taking on a sultry tone. Before he could respond, she pressed herself against him, her chest brushing against his. She took his hands and guided them to her breasts, making sure he felt her warmth through the thin fabric of her blouse.


Vikram raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by her sudden forwardness. “That’s more like it,” he whispered, his hands squeezing her breasts gently, exploring the curves that she was now willingly offering.


She increased the movement of her hips, grinding against his hard penis in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She let out a soft sigh, tilting her head slightly to expose her neck, inviting his lips. “I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” she whispered.


Vikram's eyes darkened with desire. Meera could feel the tension in his body, his growing excitement at this sudden shift in her conduct. She kissed him deeply, her hands running through his hair, her hips pressing down harder against his hard penis, increasing the friction. She knew she had to make this credible.


Vikram’s breathing became ragged, his hands moving more boldly over her body as if he were losing control. “You’re full of surprises,” he said between kisses, his lips trailing down to her neck.


Meera smiled inwardly, maintaining the act. She let her hands roam over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. “I can be so much more than you think,” she replied.


For now, she let herself play the part, using every ounce of her attraction to pull him in while hiding her true intentions behind a mask of desire.


Vikram's eyes glimmered with a mixture of satisfaction and lust as Meera moved onto his lap with newfound passion. She was willingly giving in, using every part of her body to seduce him. Her words, her actions—all of it stroked his ego and made him believe he had finally broken her.


"You’ve changed your tune," he murmured, his voice low and filled with anticipation. "I like this side of you." He brought his hands up, tracing the curve of her waist before sliding them up to her breasts. Meera's heart raced as he squeezed her breast with force now, generating wetness in her core with each squeeze.


Still playing the part, Meera bit her lip softly and arched her back, pushing herself into his hands. She had to keep up the illusion that she was giving in, that this was what she wanted. “I thought I’d show you what happens when you trust me,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his ear.


Vikram's smile widened. He knew this was his moment to push things further and see how far she was willing to go now that she seemed more open. "You’re finally starting to understand," he breathed, his hands moving lower, tracing the curve of her back, before settling firmly on her hips again.



He kissed her fiercely, his tongue claiming hers with a force that made Meera shiver. She responded in kind, her hands running over his shoulders, her hips moving in sync with his guidance.


Vikram broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, his gaze searching. He wanted to see submission, desire, and trust. "You want this bad, Meera; maybe your husband does not do it properly, don’t you?" he asked, his voice almost mocking, as his hands wandered back to her breasts, squeezing them more firmly. "Say it."


Meera closed her eyes momentarily, fighting back the storm of emotions inside her. She forced herself to smile seductively, her fingers tracing his jawline. "Yes, I want this," she whispered, the lie rolling off her tongue smoothly. "I want you, Vikram."


His eyes flashed with satisfaction at her words. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time with even more hunger.


Meera knew she had to push this further if she was going to gain Vikram's trust. But as she moved on Vikram's lap, her body pressing against his hard penis, she realized she was not entirely immune to the feelings coursing through her. The heat of his touch and how his hands gripped her skin were starting to blur the line between acting and feeling.


Taking a shaky breath, she made her next move. With deliberate slowness, Meera’s hands went to the front of her blouse. She caught Vikram's gaze, her eyes locking onto his as she undid the remaining buttons. Vikram watched with widened eyes, his breathing heavy as the fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing the curve of her breasts.


"That's it," Vikram murmured, his voice low and filled with hunger and triumph. He was mesmerized by how willingly she seemed to be offering herself. His hands moved to her waist, holding her firmly in place.


She pushed her chest closer to his face, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin. "Then take what you want," she whispered.


Vikram needed no further invitation. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her bare skin before he pressed his mouth to her breast, kissing and sucking hungrily. His hands tightened around her waist, guiding her movements as she arched her back, pushing herself further against him. The feel of his lips on her was electrifying, sending jolts through her body that she hadn't anticipated.


Meera closed her eyes, trying to stay in control of her thoughts. She had to remember why she was doing this, that this was part of her plan. But as Vikram’s mouth moved over her skin, she could feel herself losing grip on her resolve.


Her breathing quickened, her hands automatically moving to cradle his head, holding him against her as he continued. She could feel her own body responding, betraying her intentions. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she hated how real it sounded. The line between what she was doing to manipulate him and what she was beginning to feel blurred with every passing second.


For now, she let it continue. She would worry about regaining control later.


She had to push this game further to make Vikram believe in her surrender. With deliberate slowness, she stood up, feeling the heat roaring from her body and the intensity of Vikram's gaze following her every move.


Vikram's eyes darkened as he watched her gather the fabric of her sari, bunching it up at her hips. She wrapped the folds tightly around her waist, exposing more of her thighs and the curve of her hips. Her skin gleamed in the dim light, her breathing quickening with the anticipation of what she was about to do. She glanced at him, her eyes locking onto his, and saw the raw hunger written all over his face.


Without breaking eye contact, Meera slowly lowered herself back onto his lap. This time, she adjusted her position, her hips pressing directly onto his, the thin layers of fabric doing little to mask the heat of their contact. As she settled, she felt the hardness of his Penis pressing against her most intimate area, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body.


Vikram inhaled sharply, his hands instinctively moving to her hips, holding her in place. "You're playing a dangerous game, Meera," he muttered, his voice heavy with desire. He could feel the warmth of her pressing down on him, the contact sending a thrill through his veins. "But I love it."


Meera bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure even as her body responded with a rush of heat. She moved her hips experimentally, sliding against his hard penis, feeling the friction between them. She was playing with fire, but at this moment, she had to make it look real—she had to make him believe she wanted this as much as he did.


"Then let me play," she whispered, her voice low, filled with seduction and challenge. She placed her hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to grind against him, feeling every inch of his hard penis through the thin layers separating them.


Vikram let out a low groan, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed up against her movements. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her sari bunched around her waist, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. The way she moved on top of him, how her body pressed into his—it was driving him Nuts.


"You want this, don't you?" he breathed, his hands sliding up her back to press her closer. He was testing her, wanting to hear the confirmation from her lips.


Meera leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "More than you know," she whispered, her voice betraying enough urgency to sound convincing. She increased the rhythm of her hips, pressing down against him, feeling his arousal grow harder beneath her.


Yet, even as she carried out her plan, her body betrayed her. The heat between her thighs, the pressure of his hardness against her, the way his hands gripped her—it was all making it harder for her to separate the act from the sensations. 
 

Vikram, caught up in the heat of the moment, decided to push things even further. His breathing grew ragged as Meera moved on his lap, her hips pressing against his hard penis in a way that drove him to the edge. Without wasting another second, he gripped her waist firmly and pulled her up with one firm motion. Meera gasped, her body momentarily suspended as she looked at him with wide eyes, a mixture of shock and anticipation.


With his other hand, Vikram moved quickly. His eyes never left Meera's as he reached down, tugging at his pants and undergarments. In one swift motion, he pushed them down, exposing himself completely. The air between them grew even hotter, thick with tension and desire. He smirked at Meera's flushed face, how her chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying the emotions she was fighting so hard to control.


"Back where you belong," he growled, his voice deep and husky. He positioned her over his exposed lap, his hands guiding her hips downward. Meera hesitated for a fraction of a second, but Vikram's grip on her tightened, and he pulled her back onto his lap, their bodies connecting with an intensity that made them both shudder.


Meera’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming to pull away and stop. But Vikram’s hands were on her waist, the warmth of his body pressing against hers, and the rawness of their contact clouded her senses. As she settled onto him, feeling the undeniable heat of hard penis beneath her, now in touch with less clothing, a gasp escaped her lips. Her hips instinctively shifted, her body reacting to the new desire that overwhelmed her.


"There you go," Vikram muttered, his eyes burning with lust as he watched her. "Now show me how much you want this."


His hands moved to her hips again, guiding her movements as she began to rock against him. Each motion sent a jolt of lust through her body, making it harder to distinguish between her plan and the raw pleasure she was starting to feel. She closed her eyes, leaning forward to grip his shoulders for support.


Vikram’s hands roamed over her back, sliding down to her hips, urging her to move faster and harder. He leaned in as he whispered, "This is what you wanted. To feel me completely?" His words were taunting but laced with desire.


Vikram pulled her closer, his grip on her hips almost bruising as he guided her movements. "That's it, Meera. Just let go." His voice was thick with satisfaction. He felt a surge of triumph as she began to lose herself, her body responding more openly, more eagerly.