by Cara Wylde
The tiger stood on its hind legs, like before, but this time… something strange happened. Its features started to morph, and before my very eyes, the beast turned into a man. A tall, dark man with intense blue eyes and curly black hair. He was naked, he was gorgeous… He looked like a powerful, exotic god. He looked like… Aryan.
Out of nowhere, he took out a key and unlocked my cage. I dragged in a breath as I crawled into a corner, watching him sink to his hands and knees so he could slip in with me. He moved like a big, elegant cat. His dark eyes were trained on mine, and I felt like I could almost read his mind. I sensed the desire coursing through his body and realized that it matched mine. Without thinking or meaning to, I spread my legs wide, and he moved to settle between them. My eyes fell to his lips. He bit his lower lip seductively and moved even closer. I felt the tip of his manhood against my core, and I moaned loudly. My heart was racing, my skin was breaking into even more sweat, and every cell of my body throbbed for him, for his touch, for his…
The sound of the key turning in the lock was real this time. I snapped my eyes open only to see Navin grin down at me. I straightened myself, and pain shot through my side. The uncomfortable position had done a number on me. My entire right side was asleep. If I’d have to defend myself, I wouldn’t be able to.
“That must have been a nice dream,” he said. “I could smell your juices from across the hall.”
Juices? What juices? I gathered the pelt between my legs, and when a damp spot touched my inner thigh, I understood what he was talking about. I’d been dreaming about the tiger, and then… the tiger had turned into Aryan, and Aryan was just about to… when… I touched my temple with a trembling hand. Oh, I was truly doomed. What was wrong with me? And somehow, Navin knew. He knew everything.
“Were you dreaming about me?”
“N-no…”
“Come on now, don’t be shy. You can tell me.”
He moved inside the cage much like Aryan had done in my dream. The only difference was that Navin was dressed.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh… Don’t worry, princess. You’ll love it.”
Through the open windows, the first sun rays poured in. The eerie light shined in Navin’s brown eyes, making them look like melted milk chocolate. His hair was slightly damp, and his skin smelled salty. His shirt and light pants had damp patches here and there, which made me guess that he might have swum in the pool before coming to see me. He crawled closer and closer, until he had me completely cornered. There was nowhere to run. If I decided to do something about the situation, my only option was to try and kick him. If I was lucky, maybe my heel would come in contact with his face. Not that I really wanted to poke his eyes out…
“Whatever you’re thinking… Don’t. Don’t do it,” I said, trying to make my voice sound firmer and more confident.
“You don’t even know what it is.”
I gulped. Now I was curious. Damn him!
“What is it?”
He smiled triumphantly. He knew he had me. He licked his lips as his eyes traced the lines of my body.
“I just want a taste, princess Vera.”
“A taste of… what? Do you want to kiss me?”
“Kiss you? Huh. Yes, that’s right. I want to kiss you.”
I let out a breath of relief. Well, that wasn’t so bad.
“On the lips?”
“No.” He shook his head theatrically. “Not on the lips.”
My adrenaline spiked again.
“Where?”
He pointed at my tightly closed knees. “There.”
A knot formed in my throat. I tried to swallow around it. My core quivered at what his words implied. I wanted it. I wanted it badly, and I was so ashamed and so disappointed at my own lack of strength. I wanted to feel his lips down there, kissing me, tasting me… Navin was bad for me. Just as bad as Dev and Aryan. They were going to touch me and use me in forbidden ways, and then they were going to throw me away like yesterday’s trash.
“Will you let me kiss you there, princess?”
I opened my mouth, and still… nothing came out. He took my silence as a “yes” and placed his warm hands on my knees. I was shaking again.
“Shh,” he cooed. “You’re going to love it, I promise. I’ll be gentle.”
“Please…” But I didn’t know what I was begging him for. He didn’t ask me, either.
He pulled my knees open, and to my own disgrace, I didn’t fight him. I didn’t even try. It was as if I was hypnotized. His eyes traveled down my body until his gaze stopped on my very center. He licked his lips again.
“So sweet, so intoxicating…”
I swallowed heavily. My heart was racing so hard that I was afraid it might break out of my chest and dash through the garden to jump right into the pool. It was so bloody hot again! Was this city always so hot?
Navin grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him. I slid to the bottom of the cage, my eyes fixed on its ceiling. I squeezed my hands into fists and held them over my breasts, as if to feign some form of dignity. He wasn’t interested in my breasts, though. His whole attention was trained on my wet core, and to my horror, my passage decided to throb needily right then, and more juices flowed out of me. Navin smacked his lips in approval.
“I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before. Going to show you what your beautiful body is capable of.”
I had a pretty good idea about what my body was capable of. I’d touched myself in the past and brought myself to orgasm. Physically, I didn’t know what I could expect, but mentally… Some said the brain was the main erogenous zone, and that an orgasm first happened there, and then in the body. I’d read that somewhere… maybe in a women’s magazine…
“Oh…”
Navin had buried his head between my legs and just licked a trail from my entrance to my clit. Okay, I’d been mistaken. This was different. Physically and mentally. When he did it again, my whole body shuddered, and goosebumps prickled my arms and legs. Involuntarily, I opened my legs wider. His hands were on my knees, keeping them apart, but when he realized that wasn’t going to be a problem, he smiled against my core and let go. Now he was free to reach up and grab one of my breasts, which I let him do. With his other hand, he parted my folds.
“Oh God…”
The tip of his tongue had just come in contact with my clit. He held it there for a second, then he started making these slow, steady circles around my sensitive bundle of nerves. I arched my back and pushed my hips down, urging him to do more, to do it faster and harder. To my surprise, he complied. It was shocking that this man who’d hit me with his belt the night before wanted to give me pleasure, yet here he was, between my legs, licking me like there was no tomorrow. He became bolder, holding my hips down with one hand while he kneaded my breast with the other. His tongue danced over and around my clit, and every time I moaned, the rhythm intensified. Gently, he prodded my entrance with one digit, as if asking for permission.
“Please…” My voice sounded choked.
He slipped his finger inside and started pumping it in and out as he continued to lick me, tease me, suck my nub between his lips and graze it with his teeth. Every time I felt his teeth against my skin, a jolt of electricity ran up my spine. It was his way of reminding me that he was dangerous, and that if he wanted to, he could make me feel pain.
He curled his finger inside me and hit a spot that I had no idea was there. I’d never found it myself during my clumsy explorations, but I knew in theory that it was supposed to be there.
“Oh, do that again,” I moaned.
Once again, he complied. It was as if he was the one obeying my orders now. He pressed on that spot again, and my eyes rolled in my head. I was so close that it was painful almost. I was so close, and I knew that I was going to orgasm so hard that I was afraid of what it would mean to me and to him. I felt this pressure building up inside me, I felt like I was about to explode, and there was no way I could conta
in what was coming. Navin continued to circle my clit with his tongue, faster and faster, never stopping, never slowing down, while he pounded that place inside me. I let out a scream as I came, and it felt, indeed, like an explosion. It was wet, it was messy, and I’d had no idea I was even capable of doing what I did. When I looked down between my legs, I saw him cleaning me diligently, his tongue lapping up my juices. It was all over him… this clear liquid that had come out of me.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed. I tried to close my legs and get away from him. “I didn’t mean to. Oh my God, I’m mortified.”
He looked up at me, studied me for a second as if he didn’t understand what I was talking about, then his eyes shined brighter and he laughed out loud.
I covered my face with my hands.
“Mortified? You should be impressed! I know I am. Not many women can squirt.”
“Wha-what is that?”
He just shook his head and went back to licking me clean. I let him. It was easier if we just didn’t talk about it. The faux pelt was wet under me, and I hoped he was going to change it because I didn’t want to sit in my own… Ugh!
After a few minutes, he climbed on top of me, and that was when I realized that this wasn’t over. It couldn’t be over. Of course he’d given me pleasure because he expected something from me, too. It was my turn to satisfy him. I stole a glance between us and, sure enough, his erection was visible.
“What now?” I asked in a small voice.
“Now?” He ran a finger from my temple to my jaw. “Now… nothing.”
I blinked in confusion. Maybe I’d heard that wrong. There was no way…
“Trust me, there’s nothing that I want more than to make you a woman, princess. But I feel like Aryan should do it.” He stroked my hair tenderly. I almost leaned into his touch. “Who are we kidding? Petrov gave you to him. Sure, Aryan shares everything with us, but for now… you know what? I’m good.”
He moved away, and before I could say anything, he was out of the cage. He locked it, and I crawled over and grabbed the metal bars.
He leaned in until his lips were inches from mine. I could smell my juices on his breath.
“Thank you for breakfast, princess.”
Dev
I knew Navin had had a piece of her. It was my turn now. I threw together an English breakfast with what I found in the fridge and the pantry, and before either Aryan or Navin emerged into the kitchen in search of coffee, I rushed to Vera’s chamber. She was in her cage, among pillows and faux fur, looking at me with wide, bright eyes.
“Good morning, princess,” I greeted her cheerfully.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
The fact that she hadn’t forgotten her manners even after everything that had happened to her was a good sign. She saw the tray of food and bit her lower lip in anticipation. I’d also brought her a glass of lemonade. I knew she was going to behave just because she was hungry, and that suited me just fine. I liked her better when she was sweet and compliant.
I unlocked the cage and sat down on the floor, pushing the tray into her lap.
“This is for me?”
“What do you think?”
“Thank you.”
I nodded. She grabbed the fork and dug in. When her long, elegant fingers wrapped around the fork, I tensed up. What had I been thinking? She could attack me with that if she wanted, so I had to keep my eyes on her and make sure she didn’t tuck it away somewhere when she thought I wasn’t looking. If she tried to attack me now, she’d have no chance. But later, if she caught me inattentive or with my back turned to her… Well, I didn’t want to end up with a fork stuck in my throat, although it wouldn’t do much damage. If anything, making sure that she didn’t try to harm me was for her own good, not mine. Because if she stuck a fork in me, I didn’t think I’d be able to be as gentle as I felt I was being right now.
“Delicious.”
“I made it myself.” I sat up a little straighter. No woman had complimented my basic cooking skills before. “I have a little something for you.”
I showed her the dress I’d been holding hidden behind my back. It was white and short, with thin, wiry straps, and I hoped it was her size. I’d found it in my room a few months ago, under the bed. One of the escorts I sometimes hired to alleviate my boredom must have forgotten it there, and it had seemed like such a waste to throw it away. I’d asked the maid to give it a hand wash, since it seemed to be made of silk, and now it was the perfect gift for princess Vera. Unfortunately, I had no bra or panties to offer her, and even if I had, I’d have preferred her bare under the soft, flowy silk.
She cocked an eyebrow, as if she couldn’t believe I wanted her to wear something after I’d forcefully stripped her the night before.
“I thought you’d like to go for a walk later,” I said. “Can’t have you strolling around the estate naked. You’ll get sunburn.”
She didn’t reply immediately. She drank some lemonade, taking her time to think about it. “I’d like to go for a walk,” she finally whispered.
She finished her breakfast quickly, pushed the tray away, and looked at the dress in my hand longingly. I grinned and threw it at her. She caught it and proceeded to put it on, all the while doing her best to keep her tits and pussy covered with the fake fur.
“Come out,” I pulled myself to my feet and motioned for her to step out of the cage. “Let me see you.”
She obeyed, standing up on shaky legs. The dress fit her perfectly, the white, shiny silk caressing her skin like a breeze. The simple cut hugged her curves, pushing her tits up just enough to make a man obsess over her cleavage. The sandals she was still wearing matched the dress, but unfortunately, they had to go. Not yet, though.
“Well?” she asked timidly, biting her lower lip. She was eager to go out, and I wondered whether it was because she missed the fresh air – which was, in fact, never fresh in New Delhi, – or because she wanted to see if there was any way she could escape later. “I’m ready.”
Studying her from head to toe, I nodded my head in approval. “Oh, you are ready.” I reached out and took her pretty chin between my fingers. She looked at me with huge, blue eyes. “I’ll take you out for a walk, I promise. But I need you to do something for me first.”
“What?”
My cock was so hard in my pants that I could barely think straight. I needed release. Somehow, Vera was sexier in this dress than naked.
“I need you to suck my cock.”
She gasped almost inaudibly. She took a step back, but I refused to release her chin. On the contrary, I tightened my grip.
“You don’t have to do it,” I added quickly. “It’s entirely up to you. But if you don’t, I’m afraid we’ll have to cancel our walk.”
She furrowed her brows, and I grinned. I could tell she really wanted to get out of here. Not just out of the cage, but out of the room. She must have been so bored.
“And you won’t get mad if I say no?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Absolutely not.” I let go of her chin. My hands went to my crotch. I started unbuttoning my pants. “Maybe I can convince you to reconsider, though.”
Her eyes went to my clothed erection, which wasn’t going to remain clothed for long. “How?”
“By showing you what you’d be missing.”
She pursed her lips. Her eyes didn’t move away from my crotch, and slowly, I reached a hand inside my pants, wrapped my fingers around my long, hard shaft, and pulled my cock out. With a smirk playing on my lips, I watched her every reaction. I saw her tense up, but my sensitive nose caught the scent of her arousal.
“What do you think?”
She remained silent. I moved my hand up, my thumb sliding over the round, engorged head of my dick, smearing the precum that had gathered at the slit. I pulled down slightly and squeezed, which made the head look bigger. She wanted it. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips. She cleared her throat, but it was too late. I’d alread
y seen how much she wanted a taste.
“Let me guess. You’ve never sucked a cock before.”
“N-no.”
“Don’t you want to try it? If you don’t like it, you can stop, and I promise I won’t get mad at you.”
Her eyes darted up to mine. “I don’t know…”
“You have nothing to lose,” I shrugged casually while I kept running my hand up and down my cock, teasing it into becoming harder and harder. God, how I wanted to push her to her knees and force myself inside that pretty mouth of hers. But it wouldn’t have been worth it. This, right here, was ten times better – working on convincing her, working on corrupting her. This whole interaction I was having with her was such a tease that it almost made me dizzy. “You get to explore a cock for the first time, and if you like it and make me cum down your throat, you get to spend a few hours outside, in the sun. If you don’t like it, you stop. No harm done.”
“I don’t know…”
But she did know. Her head was trying to catch up with her body. Her pussy was already creaming, and I was tempted to lift her skirt to see if she was already dripping down her inner thighs.
“Take your time, princess.”
I squeezed the base of my cock and let out a little grunt. Her heart started beating faster. I could hear it from where I stood.
“Okay.”
“Get on your knees.”
She did, and I stepped closer. The head of my cock was an inch from her lips. She looked up at me, and I could see lust and uncertainty mixed in her blue orbs. She was dying to taste me, but at the same time, she was afraid she wouldn’t know how to pleasure me, or worse… that she wouldn’t be able to swallow what I had to give her.
