The red glow of the room pulsed, a silent heartbeat against the opulent silence. Ananya lay splayed, her wrists bound to the headboard, her ankles to the footboard, a human canvas awaiting its artist. The vibrator, a relentless hum inside her, had become an extension of her own throbbing core. Vivaan’s silhouette loomed over her, a dark, potent promise.
"Ready for the real fun, Ananya?" he murmured, his voice a low thrum that vibrated through the air, settling deep within her. He held a strip of crimson silk, its edges soft against his fingers.
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