Author's pov
Advika froze where she sat.
Aviraj stood in the doorway, his presence filling the room before he even stepped inside. His suit was slightly disheveled, jaw tight, eyes burning with a fury that hadn't cooled since the chaos at the party.
"Aviraj..." she whispered, her voice barely holding together.He shut the door behind him with a sharp click.
"Why the fuck did you run?" he snapped, his voice low but violent. "I warned you, Advika. Not once. Twice."
He took a step closer."Do you have any idea what would've happened if I hadn't found you in time?" he continued, anger spilling out now. "Do you think that the hall was full of decent men?"
Another step. The space between them shrank."They would've taken you," he barked. "Used you. Sold you. Or worse."
Her back hit the wall.
Aviraj stopped just inches away, his shadow swallowing her completely.
"And you think I'm the monster?" he said coldly. "Out there, you'd be nothing but currency."
She shook her head, tears blurring her vision. "I just wanted to leave..."
"That's the problem," he said sharply. "You don't think. You act."
"This escape fantasy of yours," he continued, voice hard and final, "ends now."
Aviraj stared at her for a long moment. Then he stepped back, forcing distance not because he was calm, but because he was restraining himself.
Aviraj started walking toward her slow, controlled, inevitable.Panic surged through Advika as she scrambled backward, her movements clumsy and desperate until her spine hit the bed. She stayed there on the floor, trapped between fear and exhaustion, staring up at him.
"wh...What are you doing?" she breathed. "I am..."
"Shhh."The sound was soft, almost gentle and it silenced her instantly.
He stopped in front of her, towering but restrained, his calm far more terrifying than rage. His eyes locked onto hers, cold and unreadable, as if he already knew every thought racing through her mind.
"Be quiet," he said lowly. "You've said enough."
The air around them is tightened, heavy with unspoken consequences.
Without warning, Aviraj turned his back on her and strode to the drawer. He yanked it open and pulled out four long chains, dropping them where she could see them clearly.
The metallic sound echoed in the room.
Advika's blood ran cold.She shot up to her feet, terror flashing across her face.
"Please... please don't," she begged, words tumbling out. "I swear I..."
"Quiet."His voice snapped through the room like a blade.
"I said quiet, little wife," he repeated, his tone dangerously restrained. "I'm already angry. Don't make it worse."
Aviraj stepped toward the bed, the chains swinging slightly with each slow step.
Advika scrambled backward on the floor, her breath uneven, her hands slipping against the floor as panic took hold. There was nowhere left to go.
He reached the bed.
Without a word, he turned slightly and placed the chains on the stand beside it. The metallic sound rang out, sharp and final, slicing through the silence.
He straightened slowly, letting the weight of what he'd done settle over her.
Sometimes, restraint didn't need to be used to be felt.
"Remove your fucking clothes and bend over the bed," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. The words hit her like a slap, her body freezing in place.
"Please, no," she begged, backing away a step, her wide eyes pleading with him. But he advanced, his gaze hardening into something feral.
"Advika, right now," he snarled, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sent shivers down her spine. The command wrapped around her like chains, pulling at her submission despite her fear.
With shaking fingers, she reached for the hem of her mexi gown, the soft fabric whispering against her skin as she pulled it up and over her head.
It pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her simple white underwear .bra and panties that did little to shield her vulnerability. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide, but his glare pierced through, demanding more.
"Please, don't do this," she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation. Her cheeks flushed hot with humiliation, tears spilling down her face.
He stepped even closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"Now, after this, you won't dare try to escape again. Remove this and bend down on the bed." His words ended in a bark that made her flinch, the raw authority in his voice stripping away her resistance.
Sobbing softly, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to expose her full breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air despite her terror.
Her panties followed, sliding down her thighs until she stood completely bare, her smooth skin prickling with goosebumps.
With small, hesitant steps, she approached the bed, bending over the edge so her ass was presented to him, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
He circled her slowly, his eyes raking over her exposed form like a predator assessing its prey. Minutes stretched into an eternity of silence, her body tense and quivering under his scrutiny.
Finally, he positioned himself behind her, the heat of his body radiating against her bare skin.
"Count each one," he ordered, his hand resting possessively on her hip.
The first spank landed hard, his palm cracking against her ass cheek with a sharp sting that echoed through the room. Advika screamed, her body jerking forward, but she forgot to count in the blaze of pain.
He struck again, harder this time, the impact sending jolts of fire across her skin. "Count!" he whispered harshly, his voice a mix of command and dark promise.
"One..." she gasped, her voice trembling.
But he wasn't satisfied. "From the beginning, little mistress. From the beginning."
The spanking resumed, each blow methodical and forceful, his hand leaving red welts on her pale flesh.
"One !" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "Two ! Oh God, please..."
She begged with every strike, her voice raw and broken. "Three! Stop, it hu...urts so....much! Four ! I can't take it....please...".
Her ass burned, the skin swelling under the relentless assault, but he didn't relent. His free hand gripped her waist, holding her in place as she squirmed, her sobs filling the room.
By twenty, her cries had turned to guttural pleas, her body slick with sweat. "Twenty! No more, I swear I'll never run again!" But he continued, his strikes growing firmer, the sound of flesh on flesh punctuating her whimpers.
At thirty, she was a mess of tears and snot, her thighs trembling. "Thirty... please, I'm sorry!, I am really sorry please... please it's it's hurting please i am sorry. I won't run again please"
He paused briefly, his hand soothing the inflamed skin before delivering the next. "Good girl. Keep counting."
The final ten were the worst, each one pushing her closer to breaking.
"Forty-five! Ahh! Forty-six! I beg you... Forty-seven! It burns!" By fifty, she was hoarse, collapsed against the bed, her ass a throbbing mass of heat and bruises.
"No more, please," she sobbed, her body limp.
He stepped back, breathing heavily, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his pants. "Your punishment isn't done yet. Stay like this. Don't dare change the position."
"In bed right now, little wife," he said, his voice calm but ironclad.
"No, you can't do this! Please, please, I beg you!" She scrambled back on the bed, but he was faster, grabbing her by the waist with strong hands and lifting her effortlessly onto the mattress.
"Ohh, but I can and I am doing. " he murmured, a smirk twisting his lips as he forced her down.
She thrashed weakly, but his grip was unyielding. He spread her arms wide, securing each wrist to the bed's corner posts with the cold metal chain, the chains rattling as they locked into place. Her body stretched taut, breasts heaving with panicked breaths. Next, he seized her ankles, pulling her legs apart to expose her completely her shaved pussy glistening unwillingly from the mix of fear and lingering arousal.
"Stop! Let me go! It's humiliating too much ! I am Naked" she cried, tugging at the restraints, the metal biting into her skin.
He ignored her, chaining her ankles to the opposite corners, leaving her splayed open like an offering. Her most intimate parts were on full display, vulnerable and aching from the earlier punishment.
"Look at you," he said, his eyes darkening with lust. "So perfect when you're helpless. I will like to use this little pussy of yours for my own fucking pleasure, don't worry I'll take you soon like this , little wife " Then he left a room without saying a word .
She wasn't tied up so tightly but not so much freely . She could got up and sit on the bed but couldn't got down . She cried and wrapped blanket around her self . she was too much tried and her ass is on fire to but still she managed to sleep. Only she knows that how she managed to sleep because that thing that he said was running on her mind like roller coaster that 'he will take her soon like this '.