Page 53 of Love Locked
Kyra and Kabir had been dating for a month now. Every morning when Kyra came to work, she felt a mixture of dread, worry, excitement and happiness as things were going great for them. The moment she stopped fretting, these confusing feelings faded. Then, she could only think and feel the pleasure named Kabir between her legs.
After Kabir’s return from London, they stayed together at his home. Kyra was thankful Nitya was travelling, so she was saved from lying to her sister about her sleeping situation. Although they had agreed that Kabir would speak to Adil first, she realised she would eventually have to tell her sisters too.
The workplace suddenly became more exciting and cheerful as they stole a few private moments in their own cocoon. She was ecstatic that he had eyes just for her. At times, they crossed items off her bucket list. They often shared a meal in their office cabins or would eat together at home. Just a month into the relationship, Kyra was addicted to Kabir.
Vivid visions of their passionate moments flitted in her mind throughout the day as lovely reminders of their nights together. It was evident that something had changed, though it was not apparent to anyone except Kabir and Kyra. They knew they shared something special every time they locked gazes. The sound of his voice directing his staff or making boardroom decisions reminded her of him whispering naughty things in her ear and her groaning in pleasure every time she heard it.
Suddenly everything was different, and it felt like bliss. Her obsession with this man was out of control. There was a change in Kabir too. In a way, it was as if his masculinity had been amplified tenfold. His smile held a tinge of mischief. His walk was now more of a confident strut, and his voice… his voice was so seductive that he could have been discussing sex positions rather than business or net profit models in the boardroom.
Kabir’s state was no different. He couldn’t seem to get enough of Kyra. He wanted her. Every single time. Against any smooth surface.
Kabir felt that pull again as hewas speaking on the phone. He could see Kyra through the glass partition in his cabin, and his heartbeat increased. She glided past the lobby in a sexy as fuck dress. It was the same powder blue skirt suit she had worn on her first day when she had come to meet them. He was enamoured by her in that dress, and today, seeing her strutting around in it again made him hard. It moulded her curves like an attractive gift, the one he couldn’t wait to unwrap. His mouth watered, noticing the way her waist dipped down and flared into the shapely ass he absolutely loved. She was speaking to a guy, and suddenly she threw her head back and laughed aloud. She was an enticing angel, and the guy looked hungrily at her. He clenched his hands into a fist as he swallowed hard. He wanted to kill the bastard for eyeing his woman. He was fucking jealous of a boy. At this rate, he would be killing guys left, right and centre.
This woman was going to be the death of him. She ignited his desire, and he wanted her with a hunger that only she could satiate. Out of nowhere, he had a vision of bending her over the desk, just as he did the first time he saw her at the office. Excited by the thought, he wanted to fulfil this fantasy of having Kyra his way. As soon as he finished the call, he walked out to the desk where Kyra was sitting, laughing and chatting with some people.
“Good morning, Kyra,” he said as he faced the group Kyra was chatting with.
“Good morning, Kabir.” Kyra stood up quickly.
“I need to discuss something regarding the Shimla project with you. It’s important.” Kabir stared at her intensely.
“Oh. Sure.” Kyra flushed at his scrutiny. “We can go to my cabin. To discuss, I mean.” She bit her lower lip as she walked towards her cabin, her heart beating fast.
Kyra shut the door the moment they entered the cabin. Kabir approached her like a panther seeking his prey and lifted her up on the desk. She gasped in surprise but hung on to his shoulders for support. She scanned her surroundings to check if anyone was watching them, then realised they were inside her cabin, which didn’t have glass partitions. She surrendered herself to him in anticipation of what lay ahead. Her core clenched in excitement, and she got wet instantly. He stared at her hotly, reaching under her dress to pull down her panties.
Their eyes met, and she could see the desire in his stormy gaze. He grabbed her and crushed her mouth in a fiery hot kiss. Kyra entwined her hands in his hair and pressed herself close to him. His fingers stroked her folds, making her gasp. He smothered her gasps with his lips. Her arms clenched around his neck as his hot mouth and deft fingers gave her much-needed relief.
“Kabir.” He pushed her comfortably onto the desk, and her knees became weak as he opened her legs to stand between her. Blazing need burned between them as he quickly grabbed a condom from his wallet.
He paused. “I’m going to fuck you, baby.”
Emboldened by his need for her, she grabbed his jaw and commanded, “Shut up and fuck me hard.”
He looked at her without breaking eye contact and cupped her breast in his hand, pinching it and making her whimper.
“You are so sexy. You make me horny from across the room,” he whispered, his mouth trailing down her neck to suck on a nipple through the fabric of her dress.
“I love it when you do that...” She became wild, arching up wantonly.
“Do what?”
“Just what you did.” She blushed hard.
“Say it, princess. Tell me what you need.” He growled.
“Suck my…tits.” She cried.
“Gladly, my princess.” Kabir pulled up her shirt and sucked on her nip. He sucked, pinched and licked it until Kyra was writhing under him, begging him to take her.
Kabir helped her stand, flipped her around, bent her forward and lifted her dress skirt over her ass, kicking her legs apart. Kyra swallowed back a moan when she felt him enter her from behind in a single, powerful thrust. He leaned over her, nipping the back of her neck as Kyra gasped in pleasure.
“God, you’re heavenly, princess. So, wet and tight. I can fuck you forever,” Kabir said, his hands on her hips as he drove into her from behind.
“I fucking love it when you fuck me. Spank me, baby,” Kyra breathed.
“You sure, princess?”
“Yes, please. Spank me, baby.”
