𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 17

Ishani's lips curved into a seductive smile, her eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. "It's my turn now," she purred, slipping out of Armaan's arms.

She grabbed his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Once there, she pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him as she pinned his hands above his head.

"You like it when I'm in control, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and teasing as she straddled his hips.

Armaan's eyes widened, a wave of lust washing over him at the sight of Ishani taking charge. "Yes," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Do what you want with me."

Ishani chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Oh, I will," she promised, her fingers tracing down his chest. "But first, I want you to taste me."

She stood, slipping her panties off as she stepped over Armaan's face. "Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Armaan did as he was told, opening his mouth wide as Ishani lowered herself down onto him. Her scent was intoxicating, her juices already dripping onto his tongue as he tasted her for the first time in years.

Ishani moaned, her hips rocking against his face as he licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair as she ground herself against him, lost in the pleasure of his mouth.

"That's it," she breathed, her voice a moan of approval as she rode his tongue to her climax.

As Ishani's orgasm subsided, she slipped off of Armaan's face, a wicked grin curving her lips.

"On your knees," she commanded, her voice taking on a more dominant tone. "Hands behind your back."

Armaan obeyed, climbing to his knees and crossing his wrists behind his back.

Ishani reached into the nightstand, pulling out a length of silken rope. She began to tie Armaan's wrists together, the rope tight but not uncomfortable.

"You like that, don't you?" Ishani purred, her eyes glittering with mischief as she continued to bind Armaan's wrists. "You like being at my mercy."

Armaan's breath quickened, his cock already hardening again at the sensation of being helpless at her hands. "Yes," he groaned, his voice strained with desire. "I love it."

Ishani smiled, her fingers trailing down his body as she knelt behind him. "Then I'm going to give you exactly what you want."

With a firm hand, Ishani guided Armaan down onto the bed, his hands still bound behind him. She straddled his hips again, her fingers dancing over his chest as she gazed down at him with a look of pure hunger.

"I want you to be my toy tonight," she whispered, her voice like silk as she ground her hips against him. "My plaything."

Armaan shuddered, his body arching against hers as she teased him mercilessly. "I'm yours," he breathed. "Do whatever you want with me."

With a firm hand, Ishani guided Armaan down onto the bed, his hands still bound behind him. She straddled his hips again, her fingers dancing over his chest as she gazed down at him with a look of pure hunger.

"I want you to be my toy tonight," she whispered, her voice like silk as she ground her hips against him. "My plaything."

Armaan shuddered, his body arching against hers as she teased him mercilessly. "I'm yours," he breathed. "Do whatever you want with me."

Ishani smiled, the sight of Armaan's submission stirring a fire inside her. She leaned forward, her teeth grazing his neck as she whispered into his ear.

"Then I'm going to ride you," she purred, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "And you're not going to come until I say so. Do you understand?"

Armaan nodded, his body thrumming with desire as she positioned herself above him.

"Yes, Ishani," he groaned, his hips bucking up against her. "I'll do whatever you want."

With a grin, Ishani sank down onto Armaan's cock, her wetness enveloping him as she moaned in pleasure. She began to ride him, her hips grinding against him as she moved faster and faster.

Armaan's breath hitched, the pressure inside him building with each thrust. "Ishani," he gasped, his body straining against the ropes that bound him. "I can't hold it."

Ishani smiled, her fingers digging into his chest as she leaned down to kiss him. "Not yet," she whispered against his lips.

Armaan groaned, his body thrumming with pleasure as Ishani continued to ride him. The pressure inside him was building to a fever pitch, his cock throbbing with each thrust.

Ishani, meanwhile, was in a world of her own, her hips gyrating in a sinuous rhythm as she brought herself closer and closer to another orgasm.

Armaan watched her with wild eyes, his breath ragged as he fought to hold off his own climax.

"Please, Ishani," he begged, his voice desperate with need. "I'm so close."

Ishani chuckled, her eyes glittering with mischief as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Beg for it," she purred, her voice low and sensual. "Beg me to let you come, and maybe I'll let you."

Armaan moaned, his hips bucking wildly as she continued to ride him. "Please, Ishani," he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and desire. "Please, let me come."

Ishani smirked, her hand trailing down his body as she spoke.

"Say my name," she commanded, her voice low and insistent. "Say it while you come inside me."

Armaan gasped, the pressure inside him reaching a breaking point as he cried out her name. "Ishani!" he moaned, his body tensing as he exploded inside her.

Ishani arched her back, her own orgasm washing over her as she rode him through his climax. She collapsed against him, her breathing still ragged as they lay together, spent and satisfied.

Armaan's lips curved into a teasing smile as he gazed up at Ishani, her face flushed with pleasure and embarrassment.

"So, are you going to tie me up every time we have sex from now on?" he asked, his voice thick with amusement.

Ishani's cheeks flushed deeper, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Shut up," she snapped, giving him a light smack on the shoulder. "I was just trying something new."

Armaan laughed, pulling her down against him. "I'm just teasing you, baby. It was amazing."

Ishani rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile as she snuggled against him. "Well, if you liked it so much, maybe we should invest in some better rope," she teased, running her fingers over the silken cord that still bound his wrists.

Armaan grinned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her softly. "I like the way you think, baby," he murmured. "What other surprises do you have in store for me?"

Ishani giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

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