CHAPTER VIII LOVERS DISCRETION
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The room smelled like old books and sandalwood. A guest room—carefully chosen, deliberately distant. Neutral territory. A lie dressed up as courtesy.
Ishaani’s back hit the door with a muted thud, her palm still braced against the wood where Tara’s hand had clamped it shut seconds earlier.
The echo of that contact lingered, phantom-hot.
Tara stood close—close enough that Ishaani could feel her warmth, the quiet pressure of her presence—without actually touching her.
It was intentional. With Tara, it was always intentional.
“You don’t get to look at me like that and walk away,” Tara said.
Her voice wasn’t raised. It didn’t need volume. It slid straight into bone and marrow, settled there like a verdict already passed.
Ishaani swallowed, throat tight. “Like what.”
“Like you’re afraid,” Tara replied calmly. “And hoping I won’t notice.”
The silence that followed stretched long and taut, vibrating with unsaid things. The kind of silence that dares you to blink first. That demands blood.
Ishaani lifted her chin, reflexive defiance snapping into place. Muscle memory. Survival instinct. “You dragged me into a room. In my own house. At night,” she said. “What did you expect?”
Tara smiled.
God help everyone.
“Bravery,” Tara said lightly. “Or honesty.”
Ishaani let out a short, breathless laugh. “Pick one.”
Tara stepped closer. One inch. Then another. Still not touching. Still withholding. Control, sharpened to an art form.
“You’ve been avoiding my gaze.” Tara said.
Ishaani’s jaw tightened. “You’ve been looking at me like you want to break something.”
“Yes,” Tara replied without hesitation. “That would be you.”
The words didn’t sting. They landed. Heavy. Exact. A truth Ishaani had been circling for days and refusing to name.
Her breath stuttered despite herself. “You don’t get to say things like that.”
“I do,” Tara said. “Because you already know I’m right.”
Her hand rose then—not to grab, not to cage—but to tilt Ishaani’s chin upward. Two fingers. Barely any pressure. A question wrapped in threat, permission dressed as command.
“Tell me to stop.”
Ishaani didn’t.
That was it. That was the line crossed. Consent signed in silence and held between heartbeats.
Tara leaned in—not to kiss. No. She hovered there, lips a whisper away, close enough that Ishaani could feel her breath ghost across her mouth. She let the anticipation gnaw, let it hollow Ishaani out from the inside.
“You shake when I’m close,” Tara murmured. “You hate that.”
“I hate that you enjoy it,” Ishaani shot back, voice already broken.
Tara hummed softly, pleased. “You like that I enjoy it.”
Then their mouths met.
Tara kissed like she was trying to eat Ishaani whole—hungry, desperate, with a precision that felt like punishment. She knew exactly where to bite, how hard to suck, how to angle her head to make Ishaani’s knees weak.
Ishaani didn't know where to keep her hands and Tara Just chuckled in that deep throaty way, as she loomed over Ishaani on the bed. She could see Ishaani's scaredy cat looking eyes trace her moves.
"Keep your hands where I can see them, you puppy," Tara purred, enjoying the way Ishaani's breath hitched at the nickname. She climbed onto the bed, crawling over Ishaani until she was caged between Tara's arms and legs.
Ishaani nodded, as she felt the moisture leave her throat gulping mouthfuls of air, suddenly very aware of the sheets under her bare arms. She looked up at Tara like Tara was Goddess Aphrodite if she was a dominant sadist, feeling her breaths completely evacuate her system.
Tara smiled slowly, like a predator who'd just realized her prey was even more terrified than expected. She loved this look on Ishaani—all wide eyes and shallow breaths. It made Tara feel powerful in a way that had nothing to do with physical strength.
"Everyone is downstairs" Ishaani mumbled out, as she forced her head further into the mattress as she saw Tara's face inching closer to hers.
She didn't Expect Tara to be so calm after the angry look she had this evening where she looked like she wanted to kill someone.
She felt Tara's hand slither along her muscled arm, tracing the veins present on it.
"And?" Tara whispered against Ishaani's ear, letting her hot breath ghost over sensitive skin. "They can't hear anything upstairs." She demonstrated by running her nails lightly down Ishaani's arm, knowing it would make her shudder.
The noise that left Ishaani's throat was not huamanely possible and that brought the heat and redness to Ishaani's cheeks alongside her neck, because Tara wasn't even touching her properly yet.
She whimpered and jutted her eyes shut, because Tara's eyes were already too intense and the dim yellow lights of the room were not helping Ishaani in the slightest.
"Open your eyes," Tara commanded softly, knowing Ishaani would hate that softness even more than her usual harsh tone. She wanted to see those pretty brown eyes glazed over with vulnerability. She wanted to see Ishaani crumble under her gentle words. "Look at me.”
"I'm scared, you're too intense" Ishaani said, as she tried to inch away.
She heard Tara chuckle and grasp at the hand that was planted on Ishaani's face as a source of 'defence from Tara's stare'.
"Baby, people die from the depravity that they didn't experience this 'intensity'.
Open up" Tara said pulling Ishaani's hand away from her eyes.
Tara's voice dropped to a low, soothing tone that belied the intensity in her eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you," she murmured, though the way she said it made it clear that 'hurt' was subjective in this context. "Just look at me.”
"Ishaani," Tara said warningsly when she didn't obey immediately. "Eyes on me right now or I'll make you regret not listening." The threat was velvet-wrapped steel and Ishaani knew Tara wasn't kidding abou t'making her look'.
Ishaani opened her eyes instantly and saw the dark look escape Tara's beautifully leathal features.
Tara's gaze locked onto Ishaani's, and she saw the fear and vulnerability there. It only made her more determined. She leaned in closer, their noses almost touching. "Good girl," she whispered, the praise laced with dominance. "Now keep those eyes open for me.”
"okay" Ishaani whispered, as Tara smiled down at her, resting her whole body weight on Ishaani's abdomen. "Do I scare you?" Tara asked, as her fingers twirled with Ishaani's tank top. Ishaani shivered because she was only wearing her tank top and Tara's bloody cold hands.
"Yes," Ishaani breathed out, and Tara felt a rush of satisfaction at that honest answer. "Good," Tara said, tracing Ishaani's collarbone with her fingertip. "You should be scared right now. I'm about to do things that might actually terrify you.”
"What" Ishaani muttered out involuntarily and Tara chuckled that condescending sorts chuckle and bent down to plant her lips on Ishaani's lip corner.
"Quiet," Tara murmured against Ishaani's lips, her kiss barely there. "You'll find out soon enough." She shifted her weight slightly, pressing harder against Ishaani's abdomen. "First things first..." She trailed off deliberately, watching Ishaani's reactions closely.
"Hands above your head," Tara ordered softly, knowing Ishaani would snap at being ordered around like that. She loved how Ishaani's mind worked—defiant, fiery. It made Tara want to break that defiance just to see what happened. "Or I'll hold them there myself.”
Ishaani shivered again. It wasn't even that cold for Ishaani to shiver with such intensity. Yet she pulled her hands over her head, making Tara smirk as Tara planted her lips to Ishaani's own lips.
Tara kissed Ishaani deeply, her hands capturing Ishaani's wrists above her head. She felt Ishaani's body tense under hers, the shivers increasing as Tara's cold fingers wrapped around her wrists. The kiss was dominant, claiming—exactly what Tara wanted Ishaani to feel scared of.
As Tara pulled back, Ishaani involuntarily rose up with the kiss, as if letting Tara get away was death penalty itself and she was about to be hanged. "Tara....”
"Shh," Tara hushed her, pressing a finger against Ishaani's lips. "I'm not done being scary yet." She squeezed Ishaani's wrists gently but firmly, demonstrating her strength without actually hurting her. "I want you nervous right now, baby.”
Tara sat straighter on Ishaani's abdomen and let her own hands linger on the silk robe around her body making Ishaani's eyes widen and her gasping for air. Tara chuckled, "Never Seen a woman naked?”
"You've seen me naked," Tara pointed out, deliberately loosening the belt of her silk robe slowly. The material parted, revealing her collarbones and the top of her breasts. "But have you ever seen me like this…. over you?" She spread the robe wider, revealing more skin inch by inch.
Ishaani was speechless and clearly Tara's voice and actions were to be blamed
Tara smiled wickedly, enjoying Ishaani's speechlessness. She knew exactly what she was doing—slowly revealing herself, building anticipation and fear in equal measures. She let the robe fall open completely, revealing her naked body in all its dominant glory. "Answer me," she demanded softly.
Ishaani tried to reach for Tara's face, to kiss her maybe but her hands were pinned again, this time a lot more firmly.
"Answer me first. Have you ever wanted to see me like this.
... Over you?" Tara pressed further. As she felt Ishaani trying her hardest to look in her eyes but the intensity of them made her eyes trail down Tara's body to her open breasts and abdomen. The toned abs and everything.
"Ishaani," Tara warned gently, enjoying the way Ishaani's eyes kept drifting down her body instead of meeting her gaze. "Eyes up here." She shifted slightly, making her breasts move enticingly. "Or do you prefer looking at my body?”
"No!" Ishaani said defensively, making Tara raise her eyebrow as if offended and saying, really?
Tara smirked, deliberately letting her breasts move more with her shallow breathing. "Then look at me," she ordered softly but firmly, keeping Ishaani's wrists pinned above her head with one hand while the other trailed down her own sternum teasingly. "Look into my eyes.”
"I'm trying" Ishaani said meekly, as she gulped down the knot in her throat and looked into Tara's light brown eyes and saw exactly how dark they had gotten. Tara took the moment to rake her hand down Ishaani's clothed breasts, inticing the peak to harden.
"Mhmm," Tara hummed non-committedly, seeing the way Ishaani's eyes drifted down again. She captured one of Ishaani's breasts in her palm through the fabric, squeezing it gently but possessively. "Eyes," she reminded, voice lower than before.
Ishaani looked into Tara's eyes feeling the tightness in her lower abdomen wounding harder, and somehow her core felt even damper than when Tara had sat across her body.
Tara's grip over her breast was purposeful, and it didn't help when her fingers pinched where they shouldn't have. ... Or should have
"Finally looking at me," Tara murmured, squeezing Ishaani's breast harder through the fabric to test her reaction. When Ishaani only whimpered slightly instead of complaining about the rough touch, Tara felt encouraged. She pinched the peaked nipple deliberately this time.
"hahh" Ishaani huffed out, but it sounded more like a gasped moan, as if she didn't believe this was real but at the same time, she didn't want to think about it being fake. "Tara...." Ishaani moaned out, as Tara pinched again.
"Mmm?" Tara responded lazily, her dark eyes watching Ishaani's face closely. She knew this was a new experience for the girl—being touched like this, feeling pleasure instead of just pain. So she took her time, pinching and rolling Ishaani's hard peaks through the thin fabric.
“What baby?" She pinched harder this time.
"Please" Ishaani whimpered, suddenly the dampness in her boxers was too much and too unbearable.
Tara tilted her head sideways, feigning confusion, "please what, darling?
" This made Ishaani squirm uncontrollably.
The fact that Tara hadn't even touched her properly and Ishaani was acting like a cat in heat.
"You're going to have to be more specific," Tara purred, shifting her body intentionally so that her thigh pressed between Ishaani's legs through the blanket.
The pressure was minimal but deliberate—just enough to make Ishaani feel something without actually touching her intimately yet. "Please what?”
"please do something. It's hurting" Ishaani pleaded, as she indicated towards her lower abdomen whilst shivering and bobbing. And Tara smirked, finally hooking her hands around Ishaani's tank top, as if about to yank it off.
"Hurting or aching, love?" Tara asked softly, deliberately dragging out the moment before she finally pulled Ishaani's tank top off completely. The question was loaded—implying that if it was aching, Tara could certainly do something about that. "Because I can make it stop hurting…”
"please, please, please" Ishaani repeated, bucking her hips up, but Tara thumped her palms on Ishaani's thighs forcefully, "behave first" And Ishaani tried her hardest to.
Tara swung Ishaani's tank top behind her carelessly, and her hand immediately groped Ishaani's breasts, as Tara started kissing down Ishaani's neck.
"Such a good girl, behaving for me," Tara praised softly against Ishaani's neck, her hands roaming over Ishaani's bare chest possessively. She bit down gently on Ishaani's pulse point, sucking slightly to leave a mark. "You're so responsive, love. So easy to manipulate.”
"mhmm" Ishaani craned her neck, letting Tara do whatever she wanted. She could feel Tara's stiletto filed nails, scraping on her abs too, along her breasts but she couldn't careless. Tara made her feel too safe to think of anyone else.
"Such pretty tits," Tara murmured against Ishaani's neck, squeezing them possessively. She knew Ishaani was a boxer—she could see the muscles toned to perfection. "You're like a goddamn statue," She bit one of Ishaani's collarbones softly.
Tara's hand roamed down Ishaani's abs, and yanked her shorts down, making Ishaani moan at the contact. "Tara....”
"There there," Tara whispered hungrily, spreading Ishaani's legs wider without asking. She finally pushed the shorts revealing Ishaani's lower body.
Tara cupped the apex of Ishaani's thighs, making Ishaani muffled a moan as she gasped a breath, making Tara frown, "There's a difference between lower your voice and silent. Don't muffle the noises”
"Now that's a bossy tone," Ishaani mumbled softly, as Tara's fingers spread out possessively over Ishaani's mound. "You muffle those pretty sounds again and I'll stuff something in that mouth. Understood?”
Ishaani moaned audibly as she let her mind wander off to Tara's fingers or her tits in her mouth, and Tara commanding her, "fuck" Ishaani whispered. "Yes" Ishaani complied, as Tara's fingers slid up and down the length of Ishaani's core.
"Good girl," Tara praised, her fingers gliding deliberately along Ishaani's soaked folds. She teased the entrance gently, not pushing inside yet. "Spread wider for me, love. Let me see that pretty pussy." She commanded softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Ishaani was so high already on pleasure that her body responded before she did. Her pants were getting shallower and Tara hadn't even gotten started yet. "Tara, I need you”
"Not yet, love," Tara whispered teasingly, denying Ishaani what she so clearly needed. She continued to tease the entrance with just one finger, circling it slowly. "You need to be patient." She smirked mischievously, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"Look at you," Tara cooed softly, watching Ishaani's body squirm. "Already so needy." She pushed just the tip of her finger inside Ishaani slowly, making her gasp loudly. "Shh," She hushed immediately, pushing deeper suddenly without warning.
"Tara!" Ishaani moaned out, suddenly a little louder than intended, making Tara chuckle again, and the action Making her breasts loom, inviting Ishaani's very turned on gaze.
"Ishaani," Tara warned playfully, her finger curling inside Ishaani to hit that sensitive spot. "Keep it down or I really will gag you." She leaned forward slightly, letting her breasts hang freely within Ishaani's line of sight—a deliberate tease. "Eyes up here,”
"How can I?" Ishaani whisper-yelled, gradually getting more flustered second by second as Tara noticed beads of sweat on Ishaani's forehead.
"Oh? And why's that?" Tara asked knowingly, pumping her finger slowly in and out of Ishaani's tight heat.
She leaned down even more, letting her bare breasts brush against Ishaani's stomach.
"Can't keep your eyes off these, hmm?" She whispered seductively.
Tara's breasts looming exactly across her face was a sight to behold and was inevitable that Ishaani would let her mouth go for it, since her hands were pinned under Tara's one hand.
So as soon as her mouth latched on, Tara moaned once somehow her pace fastening
"Fuck," Tara hissed, feeling Ishaani's warm mouth wrap around her nipple. Her finger inside Ishaani picked up speed, curling and thrusting deeper. "Such a greedy little thing," She praised breathlessly, her other hand coming up to hold Ishaani's head in place.
Tara pulled Ishaani's head away, glaring and stopping her pace to keep her point stable, "you do not touch unless I tell you to" Ishaani whimpered at the loss of Tara's finger, and pouted, "Don't stop" Ishaani whined bucking her hips.
And to get her point forward, Tara entered her with two fingers without hesitation or warning scraping past sensitive spots intentionally.
"Shh," She hushed again, "I didn't say you could talk either. "
"sorry fuck" Ishaani barely could speak at the pace that Tara was continuing.
Tara smirked till the last watching as Ishaani forgot how to breathe or how to keepher eyes open, and when she heard how loud Ishaani moaned at the last, she pushed her tongue in Ishaani's mouth.
"Shut up, or your sister is gonna come in”
Tara kissed Ishaani forcefully, swallowing her loud moans as she continued to finger fuck her roughly.
She broke the kiss just as suddenly, pulling back slightly.
"Come for me quietly, love," She ordered softly, her thumb pressing down on Ishaani's clit.
"Or I'll really make you silent." She threatened, increasing her pace.
Ishaani complied, as she nodded and whimpered silently, biting her tongue as she felt herself getting ligh-headed and her nerves about to coil tighter and Tara sensed it before Ishaani. "Are you close, jaan?”
"Mmm," Ishaani whimpered silently, nodding frantically. Tara felt her body tense up, knowing she was close. She added another finger suddenly without warning, stretching her out brutally while pressing down hard on her clit with her thumb. "Come,”
And Ishaani did, as she saw black for a minute, choking out, "Tara...." And then seeing Tara still staring at her. "Attempted murder by seduction but I reached heaven" Ishaani joked.
Tara laughed softly, removing her fingers slowly and bringing them out watching Ishaani's flushed face with amusement and satisfaction. "Heaven, huh?" She leaned down to kiss Ishaani gently this time, "More like attempted murder by orgasm overload." She teased lightly.
"never felt this good." Mumbled Ishaani as her muscles and her eyes felt heavier than they should have and Tara kissed her lips, making Ishaani respond feebly. Tara just hugged Ishaani for a while, letting her breath fan Ishaani's features.
"Shh," Tara hushed softly, kissing Ishaani's forehead and letting her body relax against her own. She held Ishaani tightly for a while, letting her catch her breath and come down from the intense high. Tara's fingers gently carded through Ishaani's hair soothingly.
Suddenly Tara’s eyes opened alarmed, "I have to get you back to your room." but Ishaani was far too gone in her dreamland to care about whether Tara would have a hell of a ride in explaining why Ishaani— Vedika's youngest sister was in Tara’s room and that too half-naked.
“I need you in my room." Giggled Ishaani making Tara slap her forehead.