Colors of Cheating

Sushma stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the pleats of her schoolgirl skirt. The uniform was slightly too tight, hugging her curves in all the right places. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill run down her spine. She imagined what Vyan might do to her tonight.

She slipped her feet into polished black shoes, grabbed her shoulder bag, and deeply breathed. This is it, she thought. The night I’ve been dreaming of.

Vyan had called her earlier that day, his voice low and commanding. “Come prepared,” he had said. “Wear something… appropriate. And bring everything you’ll need for a long night.”

His words had sent shivers through her. She had spent the rest of the day oscillating between excitement and nervousness. Standing at his doorstep, she felt the weight of anticipation pressing against her chest. She rang the doorbell and waited.

Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it from inside. When the door finally opened, there he was—Vyan, dressed in dark trousers and a crisp white shirt. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest.

His eyes raked over her, lingering on the way her uniform clung to her body, and she felt heat pooling between her legs.

“You came,” he said, his voice a low rumble that made her toes curl.

“Of course,” she replied, her voice trembling just slightly. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything, Anna.”

He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. As she walked past him, she caught the faint scent of his cologne—something warm and musky that made her head spin. He closed the door behind her. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent another wave of excitement through her.

“Are you ready,” he asked, his tone leaving no room for hesitation, “to wholeheartedly surrender to me?”

Sushma turned to face him, her cheeks flushed but her gaze steady. “Anytime, Daddy.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile, and he reached out to take her bag from her, setting it aside. “Good girl. Let’s see if you can live up to those words.”

He led her to the bedroom, where the air was already thick with tension. A single lamp cast a warm, golden glow over the room, illuminating the items on the bed—rope, a blindfold, a small paddle. A few other toys she couldn’t quite identify from this distance.

Her breath hitched as her eyes darted over them, her mind racing with possibilities.

Vyan noticed her reaction and smirked. “Nervous?”

“A little,” she admitted, swallowing hard. “But mostly excited.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He stepped closer, tilting her chin up so their eyes met. “Remember, Sushma, tonight you’re mine. Completely. You’ll do exactly as I say when I say it. If you disobey, there will be consequences. Understood?”

She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity. “Strip.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor. Next came the skirt, followed by her underwear, until she stood before him in nothing but her knee-high socks. The cool air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps across her arms and legs.

But the heat in Vyan’s gaze kept her warm. He circled her slowly, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice dripping with appreciation. “Now, kneel.”

She dropped to her knees without hesitation, her thighs pressing together as she tried to suppress the ache building between them. He stepped back, his fingers trailing along her shoulders as he moved behind her. She heard the soft clink of metal and realized he was picking up one of the ropes.

“Hands behind your back,” he commanded.

She obeyed instantly, crossing her wrists behind her. The rope was rough against her skin but not uncomfortable. He tied it tightly enough to hold her in place without cutting off circulation. Once she was secure, he ran his hands over her arms her waist, and then cupped her breasts, squeezing gently.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good.” He pulled away, and she heard him moving around the room again. When he returned, he placed the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Her other senses heightened immediately—the sound of his breathing, the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his body as he stood close.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

She rose unsteadily to her feet, her bound hands making it difficult to balance. He guided her forward, his hands firm on her hips until she felt the edge of the bed against the backs of her thighs.

“Lie down.”

She did as she was told, sinking into the soft mattress. Her breath quickened as she felt his weight settle beside her. Then his hands were everywhere—tracing her collarbone, pinching her erect nipples, sliding down her stomach to part her thighs.

She gasped when his fingers brushed against her wet folds, her hips jerking involuntarily.

“Patience,” he chided, his voice laced with amusement. “We’ve only just begun.”

He withdrew his hand, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. But before she could protest, she felt something cold and smooth press against her inner thigh. Her muscles tensed, unsure of what to expect, and then she felt the first sting as the paddle connected with her skin.

“Count,” he ordered, his voice sharp.

“One,” she gasped, her voice shaky.

He struck her again, harder this time, and she cried out, her body arching off the bed. “Two!”

By the time he reached ten, she was trembling, her skin tingling and sensitive. He set the paddle aside and ran his fingers over the reddened flesh, soothing the sting. “You took that well,” he murmured, his voice softening. “Now, let’s see how much more you can handle.”

He kissed his way down her body, starting at her neck and working his way lower until his breath was hot against her core. She squirmed, desperate for him to touch her, but he held her hips firmly in place.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I need you.”

“Not yet,” he said, his tone teasing. “First, we play.”

And then his mouth was on her, his tongue flicking over her swollen clit, and she screamed. Her body convulsed as pleasure ripped through her. He didn’t stop, even as she thrashed beneath him, driving her relentlessly toward the edge.

When she finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the room, her body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He let her ride it out, his hands gentle now, stroking her thighs and whispering praises in her ear.

But he wasn’t done with her yet.

“Turn over,” he commanded, helping her onto her stomach. She felt him position himself behind her, his hardness pressing against her ass, and she moaned, pushing back against him.

“Beg for it,” he growled, gripping her hips tightly.

“Please, Daddy,” she gasped, her voice raw with need. “Please fuck me.”

He slammed into her without warning, filling her, and she screamed again, her nails digging into the sheets. He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her higher and higher until she was teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire. “Now.”

She obeyed, her body tightening around him as she came apart, her cries muffled by the pillow. He followed her over the edge, burying himself deep inside her as he groaned her name.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths ragged, their bodies still joined. Then he pulled out, gently turning her onto her back and removing the blindfold. She blinked up at him, her vision blurred with tears of pleasure. He smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride. “My perfect girl.”

She smiled weakly, her body still humming with satisfaction. But before she could respond, the sound of a key turning in the front door lock froze them both.

“Vyan? Are you home?”

Eekiya.

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