Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 61~

Ishan stood in the center of the  bedroom, nervously tugging at the hem of his scandalous outfit. The lace-trimmed frock barely covered anything, and the back was completely exposed except for two thin strings holding it together. His cheeks were burning as Shubman sat on the couch, legs spread wide, arms crossed, looking at him with a sharp, unreadable gaze.

"Ishan," Shubman’s voice was dangerously low, his eyes slowly scanning Ishan from head to toe. "Where is my belt?"

Ishan blinked, confusion settling on his face. "Your belt?" he repeated, his voice small.

"Yes, my belt," Shubman leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "The one I left on the dresser this morning. It's missing. And I have a very strong feeling that my little maid had something to do with it."

Ishan’s eyes widened, shaking his head quickly. "I—I didn’t take it!" he protested, hands gripping his maid dress in nervousness. "I swear, I don't know where it is!"

Shubman scoffed, standing up. "Oh? You don’t know?" His tall frame towered over Ishan, making the smaller boy gulp. "That’s funny because, in this house, things don’t just disappear unless someone is being naughty."

Ishan’s breath hitched as Shubman moved closer. "I didn’t do anything wrong," Ishan whispered, his voice barely audible.

Shubman raised a brow, his fingers trailing over the thin straps of Ishan’s outfit before tugging on one teasingly. "And this?" he questioned, tilting his head. "You dare walk around dressed like this, knowing exactly what it does to me?"

Ishan turned even redder, biting his lower lip. "You—you bought this for me!" he stammered.

Shubman smirked. "And I expected my cute little maid to wear it properly, not flaunt himself around looking like a walking sin." His hands trailed down Ishan’s sides, gripping his bare waist before whispering in his ear, "Do you have any idea how hard it was to focus today knowing my maid is dressed like this?"

Ishan shivered at the deep, husky voice, feeling his knees go weak. "S-Shubman…"

"Tsk. Wrong," Shubman clicked his tongue. "Try again, baby."

Ishan’s eyes widened as he realized what Shubman wanted him to say. He gulped before whispering, "Master…"

Shubman smirked, pleased. "That’s more like it," he murmured, his hands moving lower to grip Ishan’s soft thighs, pulling him closer. "Now, about your punishment…"

Ishan whimpered, his hands pressing against Shubman’s firm chest as he tried to steady himself. "But I really didn’t take your belt!" he pouted.

Shubman tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "Should I check if you're hiding it under this tiny excuse of a dress?"

Ishan’s hands flew up to cover his chest, even though the dress was already clinging to him.
"I-I didn’t take your belt! I swear!"

Shubman only smirked wider. "Of course. But you still need to be punished for looking so tempting in this outfit." His hands slid behind Ishan, gripping his barely covered ass, making Ishan squeak. "So, tell me, little maid…" He nipped at Ishan’s jaw, his voice pure sin. "How do you plan to entertain your master tonight?"

Ishan’s breath hitched as Shubman’s grip tightened on his ass, his rough hands kneading the soft flesh through the barely-there lace. "M-Master…" he whispered, unsure of what to say, his legs trembling slightly.

Shubman chuckled darkly, amused by Ishan’s helpless state. "Look at you," he mused, tilting Ishan’s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "So flustered, so cute… but I wonder," his fingers trailed down Ishan’s bare back, his fingers playing with the satin strings holding the scandalous dress together."does my little maid even know how to serve his master properly?"