Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her surprise, one of her housemates turn...
Contains degradation (def not mild), domination, submission and somnophillia kink So, please don't write things that are out of the box!
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I endured a day of torment, longing to touch her. At places like the museum and Ferris wheel, I briefly felt her presence, and later, after dinner, I couldn't help but show her how much I desired her. I wasted no time and immediately moved her to the nearby sofa, capturing her lips with mine.
"Oh god, how I've craved the sensation of touching you," I spoke breaking the kiss and lowering my kiss to her neck.
I tightened my grip on her waist and deepened the passion of my kisses on her neck, leaving tender love scars. These are the only scars she deserves; I can't bear the thought of her enduring any painful ones. If anyone were to harm her, it would mean their end.
Slowly, I unzipped her dress, letting it drop to the ground. I paused my kisses on her neck and spun her around, playfully groping her breast while whispering naughty things in her ear.
"No-ah" Her lips leave a beautiful moan making me crave for her even more.
I carried her petite physique and guided us to the bedroom, carefully positioning her on the bed while I dominated her, sucking and teasing her erect and sensitive nipples, which were so tantalizing that I couldn't help but imagine devouring them.
Her moans were music to my ears. "Noah, my periods are going to start soon." She spoke in between her moans.
I ceased licking and gently squeezed her breast," And?" I gazed intensely into her eyes and asked softly.
"They get really sensitive and it even hurts sometimes. Please be gentle with them for now," she explained.
I nodded, gently kissing her lips to comfort her, then asked with concern, "Are they still hurting?"
"Yes," she replied, "but your touch feels good despite the pain. I don't want it to end."
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle today," I whispered into her ear. As I spoke, my fingers continued their tender assault on her sensitive nipples, gently pinching and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. Her moans, filled the room, making it increasingly challenging to suppress the darker, more primal urges within me.
Her body arched beneath my touch, each sound she made driving me closer to the edge. But today, I had to maintain control. I couldn't let my demonic side take over, not when she was already dealing with so much.
My movements remained deliberate and careful, focusing on providing her with gentle, soothing sensations. As I continued, her moans became softer, and more relaxed, signaling that my efforts to keep things tender were appreciated. Despite the internal struggle, I knew this was what she needed from me now.
With a gentle and deliberate motion, I carefully removed her drenched panties, revealing the visible evidence of her arousal as her natural lubrication flowed and her sensitive clitoris yearned for the same attention that I had been lavishing upon her breasts. I didn't hesitate any longer and proceeded to rub her clit folds, resulting in her moaning uncontrollably. With deliberate movements, I began to tease her by sensually rubbing her clitoris, eagerly awaiting her passionate requests for additional pleasure.
