Page 121 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

He kissed my cheek and replied with a smile,“It's the smallest one—and just right for you.” Then, leaning closer, he whispered inmy ear,“Wait for me. I’ll be back soon. And until then, don’t you dare take it off,”

A shiver ran through me. I lowered my gaze to the table's surface, completely flushed.

“Widen your legs a little, little wife,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning against my ear.

His fingertips reached on my inner thigh, feathering it, making me shudder. I rose slightly onto my toes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.

“Ahhmm…” I exhaled shakily, trying to steady myself as his touch sent ripples through my skin.

“Relax,” he slowly stroked my core and murmured in a sensual tone near my ear.“Calm down,”

I bit my lower lip, my lashes forced closed, and my lips parted when I felt the cold touch of the metal against my sensitive flesh. It felt extremely foreign to my body, yet incredibly smooth.

“Easy, little bird,” he muttered, slowly sliding it into me. And in one swift push, it was inside me.

“Aaahhhh….” A moment of pain stung me with a rush of sensations. It felt uneasy and cold inside me.

He pushed it deeper inside with his finger, and I felt my flesh adjusting to it, clenching it in its hold.“Ahhhhh,”

“Does it hurt?” He asked, and I blinked, feeling warmth oozing in my body with waves of cold sensations passing occasionally. It was in me, deep inside. And I shook my head lightly at the presence of it.

It wasn’t pain that I was feeling—It was something else. Something I didn’t have the words for.

He gently caressed my core and lowered my skirt. The gold chain and the ring attached to it brushed against my inner thigh, a soft weight that made my breath hitch.

He straightened, but somehow, my focus narrowed to that one spot where the sensation lingered, pulsing inside me.

I, too, stood straight and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed deep pink, and my slightly parted lips were darker than usual.

“How does it feel?” he asked. I drew a slow breath, biting my lower lip to calm my racing heartbeat. I shifted a little, testing the sensation, and a shy smile etched over my face.

“Hard,” I whispered. He chuckled, wrapping his arms aroundme from behind.

“You’ll get used to it in some time,” he murmured against my ear.

I swallowed nervously.“Sometime? What do you mean by sometime? How long is that?” I asked quickly, my voice barely above a whisper. And as I breathed in to say more, it struck me—sharp and unexpected.“Ahhhh…”

I clamped my mouth shut, wide-eyed, staring at him as a rush of heat swept through me.

It felt… good. Far too good.

I was caught between disbelief and desire, wondering how something that felt so wrong in thought could feel so right in reality.

Even the slightest of movements sent a shiver down my spine. I felt... flustered, breathless.

Aroused.

I remembered one of the seduction lessons about intimate ornaments. My master had said that a couple might use such things to heighten their pleasure and explore new angles of intimacy. But it required immense trust and patience.

I looked down, blinking nervously.“Where did you get it from?” I asked in a hushed voice.

He smiled, meeting my eyes through the mirror, and leaned closer to my ear.“I have so many gifts for you, little seductress,” he whispered.

Just those words made a thousand butterflies flapping their wings in my stomach.

It felt alluringly secretive, like something only we knew—intimidating yet thrilling. I was aroused in ways I couldn’t name, and it was killing me already.

We stayed silent for a while until I managed to calm myself and looked back into his eyes.

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