SANDHYA'S TOTAL SURRENDER

SANDHYA'S TOTAL SURRENDER : CHAPTER 2

Theatre Scene

The theater hall was a shadowed sanctuary, its open gate beckoning Rahil and Sandhya into the dimly lit expanse. They slipped inside, the air thick with anticipation, and Rahil led her to the last row, claiming the corner where six seats formed a private enclave. Sandhya, with a mischievous glint in her eye, sprawled across them, ensuring no one would dare intrude on their clandestine world. As the lights dimmed and the movie flickered to life, the hum of the projector was drowned out by the pulse of their shared desire.

Sandhya nestled close to Rahil, her body pressed against his in the plush darkness. Her breath was warm against his neck as the screen’s glow danced across her features. She turned to him, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored his own, her lips parted as if daring him to claim her. Rahil’s gaze locked onto hers, and without a word, he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was all fire and need. Their tongues tangled, a slow, deliberate dance that deepened into something ravenous.

His hand slipped beneath her top, fingers grazing the soft curve of her breast, teasing her n****e until it hardened under his touch. Sandhya’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips. Rahil leaned closer, his voice a low, commanding whisper in her ear, dripping with dominance. “Master orders you to pull your top up, baby. Show me those perfect tits.”

Sandhya’s cheeks flushed, but her hands obeyed, tugging the fabric over her head in one fluid motion. Her full, firm breasts spilled free, their weight swaying slightly in the dim light. Rahil’s mouth was on her in an instant, sucking her right n****e with a greedy pull, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Sandhya arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair as she whispered, “Oh, Master, you’re so rough… I can’t scream here, please…”

He chuckled darkly against her skin, his tongue swirling around her n****e before biting just hard enough to make her gasp. “Quiet, my little slut,” he murmured, his hand kneading her other breast, fingers pinching and rolling her n****e until she squirmed. The theater’s darkness cloaked them, the movie’s soundtrack masking her soft whimpers as Rahil’s hands roamed lower, tugging at her pants and underwear with a possessive edge.

Her clothes pooled at her ankles, and Sandhya’s eyes widened as she caught sight of Rahil’s c**k, thick and throbbing, a beast ready to claim her. “Master,” she purred, her voice trembling with awe and lust, “your monster c**k… it’s always ready to ruin me.”

Rahil’s grin was wicked as he guided her hand to his length, her fingers wrapping around its pulsing heat. “Kiss it, baby,” he growled. Sandhya leaned down, her lips brushing the tip, soft and teasing, before she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. She sucked eagerly, her moans vibrating against him as Rahil’s hand tangled in her hair, urging her deeper.

“Deeper, you b***h,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. He pushed her head gently but firmly, her lips stretching around him as she took more, her throat tightening with each inch. His other hand slid down her back, fingers teasing the curve of her ass before slipping one inside her tight hole. Sandhya jolted, pulling back to gasp, “Not there, Master… I’ll scream, please…”

Rahil’s eyes darkened, but he relented, his finger retreating as he whispered, “Alright, keep sucking, love. Make that c**k yours.” Sandhya obeyed, her lips gliding over his wet shaft, her tongue tracing every vein as she worked him with desperate fervor. “God, Master,” she panted, pulling back for a moment, “your c**k never cums too soon… it exhausts me.”

“Really?” Rahil teased, his voice low and dangerous. “Let’s see how much you love it, then.” He pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips as he whispered, “Ride me, Sandhya. Let me feel that tight pussy.”

She glanced around the theater, the audience lost in the movie, oblivious to their forbidden dance. With a shaky breath, she hiked up her skirt, straddling him, one leg on either side of his thighs. Her p***y, slick with arousal, hovered over his monstrous c**k, its size making her tremble. Slowly, she lowered herself, the thick head stretching her as it slid inside. A scream bubbled up, but Rahil’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cry as he filled her completely.

Her face flushed crimson, her hair wild as she began to move, her breasts bouncing with each slow, deliberate thrust. Rahil’s free hand yanked her top higher, exposing her to his hungry gaze as he sucked a bouncing n****e, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. “Who am I, baby?” he growled, his voice a velvet command.

“My naughty, sexy Master,” Sandhya whimpered, her voice muffled against his hand as she rode him, her hips grinding against his relentless length.

“Ride it faster,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for defiance. “Or do I need to f**k you myself?”

Sandhya’s eyes widened, knowing his pace would be merciless. “Master, your c**k is so big… so hard,” she gasped, her voice trembling as she picked up speed, her body slick with sweat. “It’s too much, but I’ll try for you.”

Her hips moved faster, her p***y clenching around him as she rode, her moans stifled by his hand. Rahil’s mouth latched onto her breast, sucking hard as she shuddered, her body trembling as she came, her juices coating his c**k.

trembling as she came, her juices coating his c**k.

“f**k, Master,” she whispered, breathless, “you’re drilling me so deep… I’m cumming again.” Her body convulsed, and she lifted off him, her hand stroking his slick c**k as she spilled over him, her release mixing with his. She grabbed her panties, wiping them both clean as they caught their breath, the movie still playing unnoticed.

At the interval, as the lights flickered on and the audience stirred, Rahil and Sandhya slipped out, their bodies still humming with desire. In the lobby, Sandhya bought an ice cream, her lips teasing the cone as Rahil’s eyes burned into her. He spotted a staircase leading to a secluded upper level and disappeared for a moment, returning with a glint in his eye.

“Where’d you go?” Sandhya asked, licking the ice cream suggestively. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”“No,” Rahil said, his voice firm as he grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”

“Rahil, where—” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp, “Shut up, just follow.” He led her up the staircase, the lobby emptying as they reached a dusty warehouse filled with broken seats. “No one comes here,” he assured her, his voice thick with intent.

“Rahil, this is risky,” Sandhya protested, but her words dissolved as he bent her over a broken seat, her skirt hiked up, her ass exposed. Before she could speak, he stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth, muffling her shocked cry as he plunged into her ass, his c**k relentless. “Raa… ouch!” she moaned, the sound stifled as he grabbed her hair, f*****g her with hard, fast thrusts.

He paused, letting her feel every inch, then resumed, each deep blow making her body shake. His hand spanked her ass lightly, the sting mingling with pleasure as she moaned into the fabric, her body surrendering to his rhythm. After twenty-five minutes of unrelenting passion, Rahil came, his release flooding her as he pulled out, wiping her clean with the handkerchief.

Sandhya slumped onto the broken seat in the dusty warehouse, her body trembling, sweat glistening on her skin as her chest heaved with ragged breaths. Her skirt was still bunched around her hips, her hair a wild cascade framing her flushed face. She looked up at Rahil, her eyes heavy with a mix of exhaustion and raw, unfiltered desire.

“Oh God, Master,” she gasped, her voice husky and quivering, “I thought we were done in the theater… but you’re a f*****g monster, just like that c**k of yours. You can’t f**k gently, can you? So fast, so harsh, that big blow in my tight ass… f**k, it’s throbbing, Master. I think you’ve ruined my hole. You love my ass, don’t you?”

Sandhya whimpered, yes I felt the gap and burned her body still tingling from the relentless pounding. She shifted on the seat, wincing slightly as the ache in her ass intensified, a delicious reminder of his power over her

Rahil’s lips curled into a wicked, predatory smile as he towered over her, his eyes glinting with possessive hunger. He leaned down, brushing a lock of hair from her face, his fingers trailing along her jaw before gripping it lightly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Damn right, I love that ass, baby,” he growled, his voice low and dripping with dominance.

“Your p***y’s virginity might’ve been claimed by your hubby, but this tight little hole? It’s mine. Only mine. And don’t forget, my sweet slut, this is your punishment. I don’t do soft things. I don’t do it easily. Look at that ass—red, stretched, and gaping just for me. You feel that burn, don’t you?”

Sandhya whimpered, yes I felt the gap and burned her body still tingling from the relentless pounding. She shifted on the seat, wincing slightly as the ache in her ass intensified, a delicious reminder of his power over her

Rahil chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to cup her chin, tilting her face up as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Oh, my naughty little pet,” he purred, his voice a velvet blade, “you think I’m done with you? That ass is red and perfect, but I’m not finished claiming you. You’re gonna feel me for days, limping back to that hotel with my mark all over you. Maybe I’ll bend you over again, right here, or maybe I’ll make you beg for my c**k in that pretty mouth again. What do you say, baby? Beg your Master for more.”

Sandhya’s eyes fluttered, her body igniting despite the exhaustion. She bit her lip, her voice a sultry plea as she gazed up at him. “Please, Master,” she murmured, her hands reaching for his thighs, fingers digging into his skin, “I’m yours. Wreck me again. Make me scream for you… I can’t get enough of your monster c**k, even if it breaks me.” Her words were a desperate surrender, her body arching toward him, ready for whatever he demanded next.

Rahil smirked, pulling her to her feet, his grip firm yet tender as he steadied her trembling legs. “You love it, don’t you?” he teased, his voice thick with satisfaction. Sandhya nodded, her eyes still dazed with pleasure, her body humming with the aftershocks of their illicit adventure.

They adjusted their clothes, the air between them still charged with unspoken promises, and slipped out of the warehouse, leaving the theater behind. Hailing from a cab, they melted into the night, their bodies still burning with the heat of their forbidden passion, the city lights blurring as they carried their secret into the darkness.

Car Scene: Night Ride

The cab’s interior was a cocoon of shadows at 7 PM, the hum of the engine blending with the soft thrum of Sandhya’s pulse as she leaned against Rahil, her body still tingling from their theater escapade. The city lights streaked past the windows, casting fleeting glows across her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. Her skirt was smoothed down now, but the ache in her ass and the damp heat between her thighs were constant reminders of Rahil’s relentless claim.

She shifted in her seat, wincing slightly, her thigh brushing against his hardening c**k, the contact sending a jolt through her. Despite her exhaustion, the friction ignited a familiar spark, though she masked her arousal with a tired sigh. Rahil’s smirk widened, his hand resting possessively on her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt.

“You’re still feeling me, aren’t you, baby?” Rahil’s voice was a low growl, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned closer, the cab driver oblivious behind the partition. “That tight ass of yours… I bet it’s screaming my name right now.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched, her eyes darting to the driver before locking onto Rahil’s, her gaze a mix of defiance and surrender. “God, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a sultry edge, “you f****d me so hard back there… my ass is throbbing, and I can barely sit. You’ve turned my hole into your playground, haven’t you? I’m a mess, and you’re loving every second of it.”

Rahil’s chuckle was dark, his fingers sliding higher, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Damn right, I love it,” he murmured, his lips grazing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Your ass is mine, Sandhya. Your p***y might belong to someone else, but this?” His hand slipped under her skirt, a single finger tracing the curve of her ass, making her gasp. “This is my territory. And I’m not done marking it.”

She squirmed, her body igniting despite the soreness, her voice a soft plea. “Master, please… not here. The driver might hear us. My ass can’t take another round so soon—it’s still burning from your monster cock.” Her words were laced with both protest and desire, her thighs pressing together as his touch sent sparks through her. Yet, as her thigh rubbed against his c**k, she felt it swell, and a sly smile tugged at her lips, betraying her excitement.

Rahil’s eyes gleamed with mischief, his hand pausing just shy of her core, teasing her with the promise of more. “My punishment isn’t over, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with dominance. “You think two rounds are enough? I told you, I’m not satisfied until I’ve had you at least three times. Your hole’s still got more to take from this monster cock.”

Sandhya’s eyes widened, a mix of exhaustion and arousal flickering across her face. “What? You f****d me twice already, Master,” she teased, her voice low and playful despite her fatigue. “I forgot how insatiable you are. So, my poor hole still has to suffer your beast?”

Rahil leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “I’m your Master, Sandhya. You obey me, no matter how tired you are. Those two rounds made you c*m five times, didn’t they? But I’m taking you to my place—my hotel—where I’m staying. We’re not done yet.”

Her brows shot up, surprise mingling with excitement. “Your hotel?” she purred, her voice softening. “Wow, Master, so many surprises tonight. I can’t wait to see your place.”

“It’s not a 5-star like yours,” Rahil admitted, his tone gruff but warm. “Just a 3-star spot.

”Sandhya’s hand grazed his thigh, her fingers dangerously close to his c**k as she leaned in, her voice sultry. “I don’t care if it’s 5-star or 3-star, Master. All that matters is you.”

Rahil’s gaze softened for a moment, then sharpened with curiosity. “Can I ask you something, Sandhya?”

“Of course, ask me,” she replied, her eyes locked on his, her body still buzzing from his touch.

“Do you really love me?” Rahil’s voice was low, almost vulnerable, a rare crack in his dominant facade.

Sandhya’s expression softened, her fingers tightening on his thigh. “Yes, I love you, Rahil,” she said earnestly. “But you know I can’t leave my husband or my family. I have deep feelings for you, but I can’t be your wife.

”Rahil’s eyes searched hers, his hand still resting on her thigh. “If you can’t be my wife, then what do you want to be?”

She paused, her lips parting as she thought for a moment, then whispered, “Your mistress. You’re my Master, and I’m your mistress… your w***e, your b***h, your raand.” Her voice trembled with conviction, but tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as she continued. “Rahil, you’ve shown me what real s*x is. My husband… he doesn’t know how to please me. Two minutes with his pathetic 4-inch c**k, no oral, no passion. Until I met you, I didn’t know what I was missing. Your c**k, your dominance… it’s unbelievable, the way you make me feel pleasure through the pain.”

She sniffled, her voice breaking. “I was upset… thinking about going back to my family, to a husband who barely has time for me. I’m rich, I have money, but I’ve been a fool, pretending I’m happy. Where will I find this pleasure, this pain, again? He might f**k me once in months, maybe a year, and it’s nothing compared to you. I’m addicted to you, Rahil. Addicted to your c**k, to the way you fill my desires, my lust. I need you every day, every night.”

Rahil’s thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away another tear. “Stop crying, baby. I’m here for you.I’ll give you that pleasure and pain, better than before. You trust me, don’t you?”

I do,” she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. “That’s why I canceled my flight. I’m here for three days, just for you. But when I’m back with my family, craving this… you won’t be there.

”Rahil’s eyes darkened with determination. “We’ll figure something out, Sandhya. I promise.” His hand slid back to her thigh, his touch reigniting the heat between them. “You enjoyed the oral, didn’t you?”

She smiled through her tears, her voice sultry again. “Of course, Master. I’m ten years older, with all my so-called life experience, but my conservative, sanskari family never taught me the real meaning of s*x. You did. When you f**k me, it hurts, but when that monster c**k goes deep, rubbing against me… the pleasure is unreal.”

Rahil grinned, his dominance returning. “There’s more to try, baby. We’ll experiment together, push every limit.

”Sandhya’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “I want it all, Master. Make me your mistress, your raand. I’m more than a wife to you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, teasing and bold. “Call me your w***e if you want.”

Rahil’s expression flickered with shock, then amusement. “You’re out of your mind,

Sandhya,” he teased, but his voice was thick with desire. “But I love it. My perfect, filthy mistress.”

The cab slowed to a stop outside Rahil’s 3-star hotel, the neon sign casting a soft glow over them. “Don’t worry,” Rahil murmured, helping her out of the car, his hand firm on her waist. “We’ll talk more inside and sort this out. For now, let’s see how much more my mistress can take.” Sandhya’s lips curved into a tired but eager smile, her body still buzzing with unspoken promises as they stepped into the hotel, the night stretching before them, ripe with possibility.

Terrace Scene

The cab rolled to a stop outside Rahil’s 3-star hotel at 8:30 PM, the neon sign casting a sultry glow over the humid night. Rahil and Sandhya stepped out, their bodies still buzzing from the car’s heated exchange, her thighs slick with desire and his touch lingering like a brand. They crossed the modest hotel lobby, Sandhya’s heels clicking softly on the tiled floor as Rahil squeezed her hand, his eyes glinting with promise.

“Sandhya, wait here,” Rahil said, his voice low and commanding. “I’ll be right back.

”She pouted, her lips swollen from their earlier passion. “Let’s just go to your room, Master,” she teased, her voice husky with anticipation.

Rahil’s smirk was wicked. “You love surprises, don’t you? Stay put, my naughty girl.” He disappeared briefly, leaving Sandhya in the lobby, her mind racing. She glanced around, the dated decor fading as she imagined staying here with Rahil, abandoning her 5-star suite for his world of raw pleasure. The thought made her pulse quicken—she’d pay for a bigger room if it meant more of him.

Rahil returned, his presence igniting the air. “Oh, you’re back,” Sandhya purred, her eyes locking onto him. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, go on, I’m listening,” he replied, guiding her toward the elevator, his hand firm on her lower back.

As the elevator doors closed, trapping them in a cocoon of metal and desire, Sandhya leaned close, her breath warm against his ear. “What if I stay with you in your room? I want to leave that fancy hotel and be here… with you.

”Rahil’s brows lifted, amusement crossing his face. “That’s fantastic, baby, but my room’s small. Yours is a damn suite.

”The elevator hummed, their bodies pressed close. Sandhya’s voice turned firm, a playful edge cutting through her arousal. “I don’t care, Rahil. We’ll book a bigger room—I’ll pay, and you won’t say a word. In s*x, you dominate me, Master, but outside of it? I’m your boss.”

Rahil’s grin widened, and he bowed his head mockingly. “Yes, boss,” he teased, his voice dripping with mischief as the elevator dinged, opening to the top floor. Holding hands, he led her to a staircase, then through a door that opened to the hotel’s terrace, a sprawling, dimly lit expanse under the night sky. A single bulb flickered, casting shadows over the massive water tanks looming above.

Sandhya’s eyes widened, her breath catching. “Rahil, this is a terrace! I thought you were taking me to your room.

”He stepped closer, his gaze predatory. “Have you ever f****d on a terrace before, Sandhya?” She shook her head, her cheeks flushing with excitement. “Exactly. This is for you.”

“But how’d you get access?” she asked, her voice trembling with curiosity.

Rahil pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “I’ve been coming here for five years. The staff know me. A little bribe, and I got the key. We’ve got one hour, baby. I could f**k you in a room, but for my mistress? I take risks.” His voice was a velvet growl, sending shivers down her spine.

They moved to a secluded spot beneath a towering water tank, the shadows cloaking them as they settled onto the cool concrete. Rahil lit a cigarette, taking two slow puffs, the smoke curling in the air. Sandhya reached for it, curious, but coughed as the smoke hit her lungs.

“Why try smoking when you’ve never done it?” Rahil chuckled, flicking the cigarette away.

She smirked, her eyes gleaming. “Because you do it, Master. I wanted a taste. But now…” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Are you really going to f**k me here, on this terrace? A new experience for your w***e?

”Rahil’s eyes darkened, his cigarette discarded as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Wanna be my w***e? Strip. Now

.” your w***e, Master.” She peeled off her dress, letting it pool at her feet, revealing her naked body. Bite marks dotted her full, firm breasts, her n*****s hard and aching under the dim light. Rahil’s gaze raked over her, a hungry edge to his stare.

“Hold that pipe with both hands,” he ordered, pointing to a metal rod above. “Spread those legs wide.” Sandhya obeyed, gripping the pipe, her legs parting as her body arched, her breasts swaying, the bite marks stark against her skin. Rahil knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her glistening p***y. Without warning, he spanked her folds, the sharp sting making her gasp, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Aaah! Master!” she moaned, her voice low to avoid echoing. “f**k, your ideas make me so crazy for you!”

He slapped her breasts next, each strike sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her, her moans growing louder. “Ohhh, you know how to ruin me!” she gasped, her body writhing. “Master, I’m your w***e—f**k your w***e! Slap these t**s harder, please!” Her voice was desperate, her n*****s throbbing as Rahil’s hand delivered another firm smack.

“Sandhya, you’re my w***e,” he growled, his voice thick with dominance as he spanked her breasts again, her moans echoing softly. “Say it.”

“I’m your w***e, Master!” she cried, her body shaking. “f**k your w***e harder!”

Rahil grinned, stripping off his clothes, his c**k springing free, thick and pulsing. He stepped closer, his body pressed against hers. “You want this, Sandhya?”

Her eyes locked onto his monster c**k, her mouth watering, her voice a desperate plea. “Yes, Master!”

“How badly do you need my little brother?” he teased, stroking himself slowly.

Sandhya’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need. “So f*****g badly, Master! Aaaah! My holes are begging for your c**k. Don’t tease me—give it to me now!”

“Lie down,” Rahil commanded, his voice rough. “Hands behind you, hold the pipe, legs spread.” Sandhya complied, lying on the cool concrete, her hands gripping the pipe, her legs splayed wide. Rahil straddled her chest, his c**k brushing her lips. “Suck it, w***e. Don’t let go of that pipe, and keep those legs open.

”She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his thick length, moaning loudly, “Mmmph! So f*****g good!” She sucked for over seven minutes, her lips stretched, her throat working to please him, her muffled cries vibrating against him. “I’m your w***e, Master, f**k your w***e’s mouth!”

“Good girl,” he growled, pulling out. “Now, on your knees. Crawl like my bitch.” Sandhya dropped to her knees, crawling beneath the water tank, her hips swaying provocatively before she resumed sucking, her lips worshipping his c**k for another two minutes, her eyes locked on his, moaning, “Aaaah! Your c**k’s so good!”

“Lie down again,” he ordered, and she sprawled on the concrete, her body exposed and trembling. Rahil’s hands and tongue roamed her body, teasing her stomach, her navel, his fingers plunging into her dripping p***y. Sandhya’s body arched, her grip on the pipe tightening as she moaned uncontrollably.

“Ugh, Master!” she gasped, her voice a desperate cry. “Your kisses on my navel… your fingers in my p***y… aaah! So f*****g good! I need you inside me again!”

Rahil slid down, his c**k teasing her entrance before thrusting into her p***y in missionary, filling her completely. Sandhya’s scream was stifled by the night air, her body rocking with each deep thrust. “Aaaah! Thank you, Master!” she moaned. “I’m your w***e, f**k your w***e! I’m so f*****g addicted to your c**k!”

He f****d her hard, every two minutes delivering a brutal blow that made her scream, “Ohhh, Master! So good!” Suddenly, he pulled out, her whine immediate. “No! Give it to me, please!"

“Beg for it, w***e,” Rahil growled. “Say, ‘Master, give your c**k back to your w***e’s pussy.”

“Master, give your c**k back to your w***e’s p***y!” she pleaded, her voice raw. Rahil thrust back in, pounding her p***y, then pulled out, spitting on her tight ass hole. He plunged into her ass, her body convulsing as she screamed, “Aaaah! Master, you’re f*****g my ass, and my p***y’s so empty! This is my Master’s ass only!”

Rahil alternated, his c**k slamming into her p***y, then her ass, each switch punctuated by a hard blow that made her body quake. “Ohhh, Master!” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Now my p***y’s full, and my ass is begging! f**k your w***e! Aaaah! I’m cumming!” Her breasts bounced wildly, and Rahil spanked them hard, growling, “Sandhya, you’re my whore.”

“Yes, Master!” she cried, her voice a mix of pain and ecstasy. “I’m your w***e! f**k me harder!” Her body shuddered as he f****d her ass again in doggy style, then her p***y, her moans relentless. “Aaaah! OMG, so f*****g good! Give it to me, Master! My holes are yours!” Her release coated his c**k, but Rahil didn’t stop, pounding her for thirty minutes, alternating between her dripping p***y and tight ass, each thrust driving her to the edge.

Finally, he pulled out, his c*m spilling in thick, hot ropes over her p***y, marking her as his. Sandhya collapsed, panting, her body slick with sweat and pleasure. “Master… you’ve f*****g wrecked me,” she gasped,“I’m your w***e… always.

”They dressed quickly, Rahil’s hands lingering on her curves as he locked the terrace door and slipped the key to the staff member with a nod. It was past 9:30 PM, and hunger gnawed at them both.“Come on, my mistress,”Rahil murmured, pulling her close their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their rooftop passion, the night promising more forbidden delights.

To Be Continued..........