Akash and Sakshi Bound by His Rules CH - 3

Sakshi lay on the cold marble floor, her body immobilized by the tight ropes that bound her. Her long, dark braid was pulled so taut it felt like it might rip from her scalp, tied mercilessly to her ankles in a brutal hogtie. Her face was arched upward, her neck strained as she stared at the ornate ceiling of the mansion’s master bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint metallic tang of her own fear. Akash’s words echoed in her mind: “Goodnight, Sakshi.” His voice had been calm, almost tender, as if he were tucking her into bed rather than leaving her in agonizing bondage.

The room was silent except for the soft hum of the deep-throating machine perched on the edge of the bed, its dildo attachment gleaming under the dim light. Sakshi’s failure to meet her daily target had earned her this punishment, and she couldn’t help but feel a twisted mix of shame and arousal. Her body ached, but her mind was alive with the memory of his dominance, the way he had tightened the rules, the way he had used her braid as a leash, guiding her to his pleasure.

“You’re learning, aren’t you?” Akash’s voice cut through the silence, his tone low and dangerous. He stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the innocent face of the hallway. Sakshi’s heart raced as she tried to respond, but her words were muffled by the gag he had placed in her mouth earlier. She could only nod slightly, her breath shallow.

“Speak, Sakshi,” he commanded, stepping closer. His eyes scanned her bound form, taking in the way her saree had bunched around her waist, exposing her bare skin. “Or do you need me to remove the gag first?”

“Y-yes, Master,” she managed, her voice hoarse. “I’m learning.”
Akash smirked, his lips curling into a cruel smile. He crouched beside her, his fingers brushing against her cheek, then trailing down her neck to the ropes that held her. “Learning what? To obey? To please me? Or to accept your place?”

Sakshi’s eyes flickered, her thoughts a whirlwind. “All of it, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “Good girl. But tonight, you failed. And failure has consequences.” His hand moved to her braid, tugging it sharply. Sakshi gasped, her body arching further as pain shot through her scalp. “This braid is your leash, your reminder. And tonight, it’s also your punishment.”

He stood, his movements deliberate, and walked to the bed. Sakshi’s eyes followed him, her breath coming in short gasps as he picked up the deep-throating machine. He carried it back to her, setting it down within her line of sight. “You didn’t meet your target today. So, we’ll try again. Right now.”

Sakshi’s eyes widened in panic. “B-but, Master, I—”
“No excuses,” he cut her off, his voice sharp. “You’ll learn to take it, just as you’ll learn to obey. Every. Single. Rule.”

He knelt before her, his hands moving to adjust the machine. The dildo was cold and unyielding as he positioned it in front of her face. Sakshi’s gag was removed, replaced by the familiar pressure of the machine’s mouthpiece. She whimpered softly, her hands bound behind her back, unable to resist.
“Open wide, Sakshi,” Akash ordered, his voice laced with command. “Show me what you’ve learned.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she obeyed, her mouth stretching around the dildo. The machine whirred to life, its sensor waiting for her nose to touch it. She gagged, her throat constricting, but Akash’s hand pressed firmly against the back of her head, forcing her deeper.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice almost gentle. “Take it all. Prove to me that you’re mine.”
Sakshi’s body trembled as she fought against the machine, her nose brushing the sensor. The counter clicked once, but Akash didn’t relent. “Again,” he said, his hand tightening in her braid. “And again. Until I’m satisfied.”

She obeyed, her throat burning, her tears streaming down her cheeks. Each time the sensor clicked, Akash’s grip on her braid loosened slightly, only to tighten again as he demanded more. His other hand roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, the swell of her hips, the exposed skin of her thighs.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Helpless. Mine. Completely and utterly mine.”
Sakshi’s breath hitched, her body responding despite her pain. She was his. She had always been his. And in this moment, bound and broken, she felt a perverse sense of freedom.

The machine clicked again, and Akash finally released her, pulling the dildo from her mouth. She gasped for air, her throat raw, her body trembling. He leaned over her, his lips brushing her forehead, his hands untangling the ropes that held her.
“You’ve done well,” he said, his voice soft. “But remember, Sakshi, this is only the beginning. There’s so much more for you to learn.”

He stood, his shadow looming over her as he walked back to the bed. Sakshi lay there, her body aching, her mind reeling. She knew he was right. This was only the beginning. And as she watched him undress, his eyes never leaving hers, she realized that she was ready. Ready to learn. Ready to obey. Ready to be his.
The night stretched on, the silence broken only by their breaths and the faint hum of the machine. Sakshi’s braid lay loose now, a dark cascade against the floor. But she knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Akash would use it again. And she would let him. Because in his hands, she was exactly where she belonged.

The ending was left unspoken, the tension lingering in the air. What would come next? More rules? More punishments? Or perhaps, just perhaps, a moment of tenderness? Sakshi didn’t know. And for the first time in a long while, she didn’t need to. She was his, and that was enough.