Her Husband’s New Rules Ep2

"New rule. You’ll wait tied and ready every night I’m home."

That was the last thing Karan had whispered before Aarohi had fallen asleep — exhausted, used, and utterly satisfied.

But tonight, things were different.

It was 10:30 PM. Aarohi’s heart raced with anticipation. The tie marks still faintly colored her wrists — and every time she touched them, a fresh wave of arousal hit her.

Another message buzzed in at 10:45 PM:

"No hands tonight. You will not touch me, or yourself. You will only take what I give. Be ready."
— Karan.

Her breath caught. No hands? Bound again, unable to touch him, unable to guide him — completely at his mercy.

She stripped naked, her skin tingling already. Tonight, she didn’t wear the robe. She wanted him to see all of her, shamelessly exposed.

At 10:59, she knelt on the bed, thighs spread, arms raised, wrists crossed above her head — ready to be tied.

The door opened.

Karan stepped in, dressed in all black. His eyes raked over her body, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Good girl. You remembered."

Without a word, he walked over, looping a new set of soft cuffs around her wrists and fastening them to the headboard.

"Tonight, you’re nothing but my toy. You’ll moan, you’ll beg, but you won’t touch me."

Aarohi whimpered softly.

Karan leaned down, biting her lower lip.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, voice trembling with need.

"Good. Let’s begin."

He knelt between her thighs, spreading them wider, admiring her slick folds glistening with anticipation.

"Look how eager you are," he murmured. "I haven’t even touched you yet."

He leaned in — and this time, his tongue was relentless.

Slow, deep strokes lapped at her entrance. Then he sucked her clit hard, making her hips jerk violently.

But his grip on her thighs was firm, holding her wide open.

"Stay still," he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Aarohi gasped, her body straining against the cuffs. Each lick sent electric shocks through her — but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t grab his hair, couldn’t pull him closer.

Helpless. Exposed. Completely his.

"Please," she whimpered, hips trembling.

"Please what?"

"More — fuck me, please!"

Karan chuckled darkly.

"Not yet. You’ll suffer first."

His fingers joined his mouth — one sliding inside her, then two, thrusting deep as he sucked her clit mercilessly.

Aarohi thrashed, moaning uncontrollably, her orgasm building fast.

"You come only when I say," Karan growled.

"I-I can’t — please!"

He stopped instantly, pulling his fingers out, leaving her empty and desperate.

"Beg properly."

"Please, sir. Please let me come. I’ll do anything!"

"Not good enough."

Karan stood, stripping slowly — his cock hard and throbbing.

"You want this cock?"

"Yes, yes — please!"

"Tell me who owns this pussy."

"You do! Only you!"

He grabbed her hips roughly, positioning himself at her entrance.

"You’re going to take every inch. You’ll beg for it."

"Please — fill me, sir! I need it!"

With a brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Aarohi screamed, her body arching, but her wrists held her fast.

"That’s it. You take it so well."

He fucked her hard — relentless, punishing strokes. The cuffs forced her to stay exposed, unable to shield herself from the onslaught.

"Look at me," he growled.

Aarohi’s eyes fluttered open, locking with his — the raw hunger in his gaze driving her mad.

"Such a good little slut. You’re going to come all over my cock."

"Please — please let me!"

"Now. Come for me."

Her orgasm exploded — a violent, primal release that had her screaming his name, her pussy clenching tight around him.

"Fuck — yes!" Karan roared, driving deep as he came hard inside her — thick, hot spurts filling her completely.

He collapsed over her, both panting, bodies slick with sweat.

After a moment, he untied her wrists, pulling her close.

"You did perfectly," he whispered.

"Thank you, sir," she breathed, utterly spent.

Karan smiled darkly.

"Tomorrow night — a new rule. Be ready."

Aarohi shivered in anticipation. Because with each new rule, she was falling deeper into this delicious, dangerous game they were playing — and she never wanted it to end.