26-09-2025, 08:59 PM
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A sharp tug on her ponytail jerked her head up, pain flaring as her scalp bore her weight. “Ouch! What are you doing?”
Madhuri's heart felt a hit, "Why am I liking this?" her mind spinning, "Glad Ishaan isn't here. Else, he wouldn't have let this happen to me." she thought, consumed with wicked pleasure.
Before she could respond, the man in the suit, his tattooed arms barely concealed, attached a chain to the ring on her collar. With a swift motion, he clamped the free end to the table’s bottom frame. Madhuri’s breasts pressed harder against the surface, her upper torso’s weight pulling at the collar.
The Stalker’s voice cut through, cold and commanding. “Didn’t you call me a coward? Let’s see how brave you are now.” He spanked her again, nodding to the man in the suit, who fastened the collar around her neck, its leather cool against her skin.
He lowered her head back to the table, locking the clasp with a soft click. “Let me go, please!” Madhuri cried, but the spreading wet patch on her panties told a different story.
The vibrator pulsed inside her, amplifying her conflict, anger at their audacity, shame at her body’s squirming response, and a reckless hunger for more.
The stalker chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “So soon, Madhuri? Didn’t you tell Mr. Sharma you wanted it to last all night? Give us a chance to show you what you’ve been craving.”
Madhuri's heart felt a hit, "Why am I liking this?" her mind spinning, "Glad Ishaan isn't here. Else, he wouldn't have let this happen to me." she thought, consumed with wicked pleasure.
Before she could respond, the man in the suit, his tattooed arms barely concealed, attached a chain to the ring on her collar. With a swift motion, he clamped the free end to the table’s bottom frame. Madhuri’s breasts pressed harder against the surface, her upper torso’s weight pulling at the collar.
“Let’s go,” Ishaan said, signaling the other guy. Madhuri’s eyes darted between them, panic rising as Ishaan headed toward the stairs and the man in the suit moved toward Abhi’s bedroom, a coil of rope dangling from his hand.
“Wait! ahh... sigh... Where are you going?!” Madhuri’s voice broke as the vibrator hummed inside her, its slow pulse igniting a shameful heat she couldn’t ignore.
“Please! Don’t leave me… like this!” she begged, but her words fell on deaf ears.