Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Art of Seduction : Part 02

Warning - This Chapter has mature content. SO, TRESPASS ON YOUR OWN RISK!

Daya grunted at his phone. Everyone at the table turned to look at him. Daya had to make another lame excuse to cover up his desperate attempts to resist Shreya’s tempting invitations. The last message came in a set and it almost made him squash the whiskey glass in his hand.

This was the final straw. Daya left the restaurant through the backdoor and grabbed a cab back to his girl.

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Shreya was lying on the couch and thinking about her man at the same time. He would probably lose it sometime soon, and she would have successfully wound him up again.

She heard the door swing open, but before she could react, Daya was standing over her, eyes burning with a dark passion, filling both of them with lust.

Daya let out a sigh before spinning Shreya around, giving her a kiss. "I missed you so much."

"I miss you too, baby." she replied. "And good news, my supervisor already sent someone to fix the shower."

"Thank god!" Daya exclaimed. "So… that mean we can have bath sex now?"

"Damn you, Daya. Stop thinking about sex for a second, alright?"

Daya wiggled his eyebrows. "Final offer, shower sex? A quick one."

"As tempting as it sounds, I have better idea than that."

"Anything you want, baby."

Daya couldn't resist pulling her in for another kiss. Shreya felt how hard his cock was and decided to tease him some more by rubbing her thighs against it. Daya grunted into the kiss, his hand going to her robe but Shreya stepped away.

"Follow me." She said, biting her bottom lips and leading him to their bedroom.

Daya was so excited that he almost skipped. He followed her, and when they were inside, Shreya told him in her low, seductive voice to take off his clothes. Daya eagerly followed her request and shook everything off until he was naked before her eyes, unaware of what was going on. Shreya bit her lip again when she saw how hard his cock was.

Shreya stepped closer, leaning into his ear and whispered, "Are you ready, baby?"

"Yes" Daya sounded desperate. Maybe he really was desperate because of the way she'd made him wait for this moment for half a day.

"Lie on the bed," she told him, and Daya did as she said. Shreya came to straddle his waist. Daya shivered in anticipation as his hands landed on her hips. He could feel how wet and hot she was on his stomach, dripping wet. Shreya pulled his hands away, threading their fingers together before leaning in for another kiss, making his mind go into overdrive. The next thing he knew, he was cuffed to the headboard, more aroused than he already was.

“Shreya, what are you doing?" he asked before remarking, "You do know that I could break these toy handcuffs?"

"I also have a zip line, a rope and a necktie." She replied. "But I know you won't do it, will you?"

"No" His short answer was met with a slap to his cheek.

"No, what?"

"No, Shreya." He replied, still a bit confused as to what was going on, but his answer was met with another light slap to his other cheek.

"You are supposed to call me what, lover boy?" she said, rolling her hips and rubbing her centre against his pecs. Her nails lightly teased his nipples, and making Daya take a sharp breath. "I believe you should call me by something else, honey. Try again,"