Even though she had an ex, she only had sex once and that was enough to convince her she's asexual for the next four years...until she met him.
They had been talking online since a year, the conversations varied from social issues to her daddy issues, gender based violence to her cnc kinks.
The way he controlled her breaths just through his voice was something she marvelled at, how he coaxed her to reveal herself, mentally and physically was scary...but him living on the entirely different continent helped her with her shyness around the topic. they had tried alot of things on their audio and video calls, from role-playing to D/S, she loved to please him and he knew exactly how to push her in the subspace.
It helped that she felt safe to explore her sexual side with him, knowing full-well that for better or worse, she wouldn't be needing to do anything that they discuss anytime soon.
UNTIL THAT FAITHFUL NIGHT...
She was invited to a common friend's housewarming party, who had just returned from Finland. She was wearing a midnight blue saree, his favorite color on her. with a backless blouse, with just two strings keeping her modesty intact...it was an order from him, that she happily obliged.
Seeing men oogle at her turned her on, feeling desired by men and knowing what must be going on in their heads made her wet everytime.
At the party, after mingling with her friends,..to get some fresh air, she got out in the balcony. The flat was on the 32nd floor, the wind was loud enough to drown the noise coming from the inside.
Few minutes later, she realised she wasn't alone in that small balcony. In that dim light, even though she couldn't make out his face, she knew he was well built, muscular guy with broaad shoulders...hmmm, that reminded her of his shoulders, how she had imagined her ankles resting there while he violated her insides...
so lost in her thoughts, that it didn't register when the man's hand landed on the back on her bare back...as it was making it's way upto the strings, she realised the touch but before she could react, he had undid both of the knots. her palms immediately went to catch her falling blouse.
She was standing against the railing, he was facing her. the light source being at his back, as if making out his face wasn't already very difficult, her standing there almost half naked made it impossible for her to look at him, but still she could sense a smile creeping on his face.
He slowly inched towards her, bridging the non-existent gap between them. He kissed her, slow at first, slipping out a little moan...hoping access to her mouth but she relented. he grew impatient, the tender soft kiss turned into a wild assault on her lower lip, biting her until it drew blood.
