Wife wants door open while having sex

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Scene 10

(The scene opens with Lata’s trembling hand pressed against Myra’s clitoris, Myra’s own hand holding her there. Lata is crying, her body shaking.)

Lata: (a broken, pleading whisper) Memsahib, I cannot. Please. It is not right.

Myra: (her voice is like warm honey, thick and hypnotic) It is right because I say it is. You want to be a good girl, don't you, Lata? You want to please your Memsahib after you disappointed me by being so shy?

Lata: (sobbing) Yes, Memsahib. More than anything.

Myra: Then please me now. Press a little. Show me you are listening.

(With a shudder that runs through her entire body, Lata obeys. Her finger presses gently. Myra’s body arches, and a sharp hiss of pleasure escapes her lips.)

Myra: Yessss. There. You see? You are a natural. You understand what feels good. Sagar, our little bird has a magic touch.

Sagar: She is your creature now, my love. She will do whatever you ask.

Myra: I know. And I am asking for more. A little pressure is not enough. I want to feel you inside me, Lata.

Lata: (eyes fly open in sheer terror) Inside? No, Madam!

Myra: One finger. Just the tip. I want to know what you feel like. I want to feel you deep inside my heat. Do it now, Lata. Do not disappoint me again.

(This time, there is no hesitation. The threat of disappointing her mistress is now greater than any other fear. Lata shifts her finger, and with Myra’s hand still guiding her, she slowly pushes the tip of her middle finger inside Myra's wet channel.)

Myra: (a deep, throaty groan) Oh, god. Yes. Just... like... that.

(Kishore, watching from the doorway, makes a small, choked sound. His prize, a simple kiss, seems like child's play compared to this act of profound, terrifying intimacy.)

Kishore: (whispering to the empty air) Her finger... she put her finger inside Memsahib...

Myra: Do you feel that, Lata? Feel how my muscles tighten around you? That is my body welcoming you. That is my pleasure, holding you. You are a part of me now.

Lata: (her voice is a dead, empty whisper, all resistance gone) Yes, Memsahib.

Myra: Now... the final part of the lesson. I want you to bring me to pleasure. Move your finger. Slowly. Just a little curl. Show me you can make your Memsahib happy.