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Scene 5: The First Kiss
Karthik’s eyes sparkled with a dark, predatory excitement. He leaned back on the sofa, looking like a king on his throne as he surveyed the three of us in his cottage on that Tuesday evening.
Karthik: "The game is simple. It's called Dares. And there's only one rule: you can't refuse."
He let that sink in, the silence in the room growing heavy. His gaze fell on Naveen.
Karthik: "Naveen, you first. It's warm in here with the fire going. Take your shirt off. Get comfortable."
Without a moment's hesitation, Naveen reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. My breath caught in my throat. His chest was even more impressive up close—hard, defined pecs, a trail of dark hair leading down over a flat, washboard stomach. His biceps were thick with muscle. He was a predator in his prime, and my husband had just uncaged him in our living room.
Then, Karthik’s eyes swiveled to me. They were intense, demanding.
Karthik: "Pratiksha. Your turn."
My heart began to hammer against my ribs.
Karthik: "I dare you to walk over to Naveen and give him a proper kiss. Not a peck on the cheek. I want to see tongue. I want you to kiss him like you fucking mean it."
The air was sucked out of my lungs. All eyes were on me. Sonali was watching with that same, placid curiosity. Naveen’s gaze was a hot, physical touch. But it was my husband’s stare that held me captive. It was a command. This was the performance he had been waiting for.
Slowly, my legs feeling like they were moving through water, I stood up. I walked the few steps across the rug that felt like a mile, stopping right in front of Naveen, who was now leaning back on the sofa, watching me, waiting.
I leaned in, my mind a complete blank. I was just about to press my lips to his when his hands shot out, grabbing my waist. With a strength that shocked me, he pulled me forward, right off my feet and onto his lap, positioning me so I was straddling one of his powerful thighs.
Oh God.
His arms wrapped around me, one hand pressing into the small of my back, the other tangling in my hair, tilting my head to the perfect angle. There was no escape. This was not a kiss I was giving; it was a kiss he was taking.
His mouth crashed down on mine.
It was nothing like kissing Karthik. My husband’s kisses were loving, familiar, and gentle. This was a conquest. Naveen’s mouth was hard, demanding. His tongue, tasting of whiskey and pure male confidence, plunged into my mouth, claiming every inch. A helpless moan escaped my throat as his powerful arms locked me against his bare, muscular chest. I could feel the heat and strength radiating off him, overwhelming my senses. He was so much stronger, so much bigger. The raw, physical dominance of it was a brutal, intoxicating shock to my system.
My initial fear melted away, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated lust. My body went limp in his arms, surrendering completely. I kissed him back with everything I had, my hands gripping his thick shoulders as our tongues battled.
When he finally pulled away, I was breathless and dizzy, my lips swollen and tingling. My eyes fluttered open to find him staring at me, his expression intense, possessive. Then, I slowly turned my head to look at my husband.
Karthik was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on us. His breathing was heavy, and through his trousers, the thick, unmistakable ridge of his erection was clearly visible. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across his face.
Karthik: "Good girl."
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Karthik’s eyes sparkled with a dark, predatory excitement. He leaned back on the sofa, looking like a king on his throne as he surveyed the three of us in his cottage on that Tuesday evening.
Karthik: "The game is simple. It's called Dares. And there's only one rule: you can't refuse."
He let that sink in, the silence in the room growing heavy. His gaze fell on Naveen.
Karthik: "Naveen, you first. It's warm in here with the fire going. Take your shirt off. Get comfortable."
Without a moment's hesitation, Naveen reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. My breath caught in my throat. His chest was even more impressive up close—hard, defined pecs, a trail of dark hair leading down over a flat, washboard stomach. His biceps were thick with muscle. He was a predator in his prime, and my husband had just uncaged him in our living room.
Then, Karthik’s eyes swiveled to me. They were intense, demanding.
Karthik: "Pratiksha. Your turn."
My heart began to hammer against my ribs.
Karthik: "I dare you to walk over to Naveen and give him a proper kiss. Not a peck on the cheek. I want to see tongue. I want you to kiss him like you fucking mean it."
The air was sucked out of my lungs. All eyes were on me. Sonali was watching with that same, placid curiosity. Naveen’s gaze was a hot, physical touch. But it was my husband’s stare that held me captive. It was a command. This was the performance he had been waiting for.
Slowly, my legs feeling like they were moving through water, I stood up. I walked the few steps across the rug that felt like a mile, stopping right in front of Naveen, who was now leaning back on the sofa, watching me, waiting.
I leaned in, my mind a complete blank. I was just about to press my lips to his when his hands shot out, grabbing my waist. With a strength that shocked me, he pulled me forward, right off my feet and onto his lap, positioning me so I was straddling one of his powerful thighs.
Oh God.
His arms wrapped around me, one hand pressing into the small of my back, the other tangling in my hair, tilting my head to the perfect angle. There was no escape. This was not a kiss I was giving; it was a kiss he was taking.
His mouth crashed down on mine.
It was nothing like kissing Karthik. My husband’s kisses were loving, familiar, and gentle. This was a conquest. Naveen’s mouth was hard, demanding. His tongue, tasting of whiskey and pure male confidence, plunged into my mouth, claiming every inch. A helpless moan escaped my throat as his powerful arms locked me against his bare, muscular chest. I could feel the heat and strength radiating off him, overwhelming my senses. He was so much stronger, so much bigger. The raw, physical dominance of it was a brutal, intoxicating shock to my system.
My initial fear melted away, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated lust. My body went limp in his arms, surrendering completely. I kissed him back with everything I had, my hands gripping his thick shoulders as our tongues battled.
When he finally pulled away, I was breathless and dizzy, my lips swollen and tingling. My eyes fluttered open to find him staring at me, his expression intense, possessive. Then, I slowly turned my head to look at my husband.
Karthik was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on us. His breathing was heavy, and through his trousers, the thick, unmistakable ridge of his erection was clearly visible. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across his face.
Karthik: "Good girl."
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