With that, he straddled Ravi’s hips, his cock poised at the entrance of Ravi’s tight hole. Ravi felt his body tense, his muscles clenching in anticipation of the pain to come.
Vivek’s grip on Ravi’s wrists tightened, his other hand tangling in Ravi’s hair as he pulled back his head, forcing Ravi to look up at him. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Ravi’s throat was dry, but the words slipped out, a desperate plea for what he knew would be both agony and ecstasy.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m ready.”
Vivek’s smile grew even more wicked as he lowered himself onto Ravi’s hole, the head of his shaft nudging insistently at the tight, unprepared opening.
Ravi felt a flash of pain as Vivek pushed inside, the thickness stretching him wide. He cried out, his body arching off the bed as the first few inches filled him.
Vivek didn’t stop, his movements deliberate and relentless. Ravi’s eyes squeezed shut as the pain grew, his nails digging into the bedspread.
But then, something shifted. The pain began to recede, giving way to a burning sensation that was quickly overwhelmed by a deep, throbbing pleasure.
Vivek’s cock hit that perfect spot inside him, and Ravi felt his body respond, his muscles clenching around the intrusion. He gasped, his eyes flying open to meet Vivek’s smug gaze.
“You like that, don’t you, slut?” Vivek taunted, his hips grinding into Ravi’s. Ravi could only nod, his tongue lolling out of his mouth in a silent plea for more.
Vivek’s grip on his hair tightened, pulling his head back even further as he began to piston in and out, the rhythm growing faster and more demanding with every stroke.
“Say it,” Vivek ordered, his voice harsh with desire. “Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass.”
Ravi’s tongue flicked out, his eyes glazed with passion as he panted, “I love it, Sir. I’m your bitch.”
Vivek’s thrusts grew more forceful, his hand tangled in Ravi’s hair as he pulled him up to meet each stroke, the word “slut” echoing through the room with every impact. Ravi’s body moved in sync with Vivek’s, his hips rising to meet the brutal rhythm.
He felt the leather of the bed creak beneath them, the headboard thumping against the wall in a steady beat that matched the pounding of his heart.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Vivek groaned, his breath hot against Ravi’s ear. “I can feel every inch of you squeezing around me.”
Ravi’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth forming a silent ‘O’ of pleasure as Vivek hit that spot deep within him that sent waves of ecstasy crashing through his body.
His tongue lolled out, a sign of his complete surrender to the moment, to the pleasure-pain that filled him.
Vivek’s hips moved in a blur, his cock driving into Ravi with a ferocity that left no room for doubt about who was in charge.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a testament to the raw, animalistic need that had taken over. Ravi’s legs were spread wide, the stockings and panties discarded, his body on full display.
The sari was a twisted mess on the floor, a symbol of the mask he’d worn so often, now cast aside in favor of this new, terrifying reality.
With each stroke, Ravi felt his body yielding more and more to Vivek’s dominance. He was no longer Ravi, the corporate worker, but Urmila, the submissive whore.
The pain had transformed into something else, a deep, primal pleasure that had him writhing beneath Vivek’s powerful frame.
He could feel the man’s muscles flexing with each thrust, the sweat glistening on his skin like a warrior’s after battle.
And then, with a final, guttural roar, Vivek stilled. Ravi felt the warm flood of cum fill him, a thick, sticky sensation that seemed to reach into the very core of his being.
His own cock, which had been painfully hard, twitched and spurted in response, painting his stomach with ropes of white. The warmth of Vivek’s release filled him with a strange sense of belonging, of being claimed and owned.
The room was silent except for their harsh breathing, the only movement the gentle pulse of Vivek’s cock as he emptied himself into Ravi.
Ravi’s body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with a pleasure that was almost too intense to bear.
His muscles quivered with the effort of holding on, his legs wrapped around Vivek’s waist, his nails digging into the man’s back.
Finally, Vivek withdrew, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that made Ravi’s toes curl. He collapsed back onto the bed, his body boneless and spent.
Vivek leaned over him, his breath hot and ragged against Ravi’s neck.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with a strange tenderness that sent a shiver down Ravi’s spine. “You’re mine now, understand?”
Ravi nodded, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He felt Vivek’s weight shift, his body sliding off to lie beside him on the bed. For a moment, they lay there, panting and sweaty, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Then, Vivek leaned in and kissed him, his lips soft and gentle against Ravi’s swollen ones, a kiss that seemed to promise protection and belonging amidst the chaos of their situation.
Ravi felt something shift within him, a strange acceptance of this new dynamic. He didn’t hate it. In fact, a part of him craved it.
The thought of Vivek’s dominance, the way he’d claimed him, filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their encounter.
He rolled onto his side, curling into Vivek’s embrace, his head nestled in the crook of the man’s shoulder
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