The family gathering was lively, with laughter and conversation filling the air. Maahi sat across from Akash, pretending to listen to the chatter around her, but her real focus was on him—his tense posture, the way his jaw clenched whenever their eyes met. She knew exactly what she was doing.
With every passing minute, she pushed him further. At first, it was subtle: a quick glance, her lips curving into a small, mischievous smile. But then, she let her foot slowly brush his under the table. Akash froze, his dark eyes locking with hers, silently warning her. She could see the tension ripple through him, but she wasn't going to stop.
She crossed her legs deliberately, making sure her dress hiked up just enough to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. She knew he was watching, and she bit her lower lip, glancing at him from under her lashes. Maahi's heart raced with anticipation, loving the way she could feel his frustration growing.
When no one was looking, she leaned forward, her lips close to his ear. "I can't stop thinking about how your hands feel on me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but enough to send a shiver down Akash's spine. "How it feels when you take control."
His grip tightened on the armrest, his knuckles white as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes were dark, dangerous, but he stayed silent, trying to ignore the heat building between them.
She wasn't finished yet. Maahi's hand casually brushed his thigh under the table, teasing him with feather-light touches. Her fingertips trailed just close enough to his inner thigh to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat. His jaw clenched even tighter, and she saw the fire in his eyes—the warning, the hunger. But that only made her smirk. She was testing his patience, and she knew it.
Leaning in once more, she let her breath tickle his ear. "I wonder how long you can keep pretending," she whispered softly. "Or will you snap?"
Akash's breathing grew heavier, his fists clenching as he fought to keep his cool in front of the family. He didn't respond, but she could see it in his eyes—he was at his breaking point.
As the minutes dragged on, Maahi's teasing escalated. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, her foot brushing against his ankle, her fingers grazing his arm whenever she could. Each touch was more deliberate, more dangerous.
Finally, Akash couldn't take it anymore.
Without a word, he stood, his eyes flashing with something dark and possessive. He gave her a look that sent a thrill straight through her, one that said, *We're finishing this now.* He made a polite excuse to the family, motioning for Maahi to follow him outside. His calm demeanor barely concealed the storm brewing inside him.
They stepped into the backyard, and the second the door clicked shut, Akash spun her around, pinning her roughly against the stone wall. The cool night air brushed against her heated skin, but all she could feel was the intensity radiating from Akash as he pressed his body against hers.
"You've been pushing me all night," he growled in a low, dangerous tone, his face inches from hers. "Do you think I'll let you get away with it?"
Maahi's breath hitched. The power he exuded, the control in his voice, sent shivers down her spine. She loved it when he got like this—when he was on the edge, ready to make her pay for every teasing look and whispered taunt.
"I didn't mean to," she whispered, a coy smile playing on her lips. But she wasn't fooling anyone, and Akash knew it.
"Liar," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "You've been dying for me to lose control, haven't you?"
She bit her lip, her pulse quickening as his words sank in. "Maybe..." she teased, her voice breathy.
Akash's eyes darkened. "You're going to regret that." His hands slid down her body, exploring her curves with a rough possessiveness that left her breathless. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her against him, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. "You don't get to touch me," he whispered, his voice hard. "Not until I say so."
Maahi whimpered softly, her body aching for him, but she knew better than to disobey. His grip tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he moved her dress up. The cool air hit her thighs, heightening the intensity of the moment.
"Beg for it," he commanded, his voice rough and filled with control.
She swallowed hard, her body trembling with need. "Please, Akash," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I need you."
"Not good enough." His fingers teased her relentlessly, skimming her skin but never giving her what she so desperately wanted. "You've been testing me all night. Now you'll beg properly."
Her breathing became ragged, and she arched against him, desperate for more. "Please," she whimpered again, her voice breaking. "Please, Akash, I'll do anything."
A dark smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "That's better," he muttered, his hand sliding between her legs, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Maahi gasped, her body trembling under his touch, but Akash wasn't going to let her have it so easily.
"You don't get to come until I say so," he growled in her ear, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her harder against the wall. "Do you understand?"
She nodded frantically, her fingers curling into fists above her head, desperate to hold on to some sense of control. But Akash was relentless. His hand worked her over slowly, deliberately, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, but never letting her fall over it.
Maahi moaned softly, trying to stifle the sounds as the pleasure built inside her. But it was no use. The way Akash touched her—possessive, demanding—left her trembling, and she could barely hold back.
Suddenly, her instincts took over. Her hand shot out, grabbing Akash's arm, pulling him closer as her body screamed for more. But the moment she touched him, he froze.
His eyes flashed dangerously, and without warning, he pulled back, leaving her gasping in frustration. "I told you not to touch me," he growled, his voice thick with warning. "Now you're going to pay for it."
Before she could respond, he spun her around, pressing her front against the wall. The rough texture of the stone grazed her skin as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. "You don't get what you want until you earn it," he whispered darkly into her ear.
Her body trembled as he pressed himself against her, his hands roaming over her back and hips, teasing her mercilessly. She was desperate, aching for him, but Akash wasn't ready to give in just yet.
"Please," she whimpered again, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll be good. Just... please..."
Akash's grip tightened, his breath hot against her neck as he finally leaned in close. "Good girls get rewarded," he murmured, his voice thick with control. "But you've been very bad tonight."
He slid his hand down her back, his fingers gripping her hips roughly as he pulled her back against him. "Now," he growled, his lips brushing her ear, "you're going to take everything I give you, and you're not going to make a sound. Do you understand?"
Maahi's breath hitched, her body trembling with need, but she nodded, her lips parting in a silent plea. Akash's hand gripped her firmly as he moved closer, and she knew that he wasn't going to be gentle.
The tension between them was electric, the cool night air doing nothing to cool the fire that burned between them. With one final command whispered into her ear, Akash took what was his, leaving Maahi gasping, her body at his mercy, just as she'd wanted all along.
