08 The Punishment （18）
Diya and I were scribbling like our lives depended on it.
The scratch of pen against paper filled the dining space, numbers and formulas blurring in front of my eyes as I tried to steady my thoughts. Fifteen minutes. That’s all he had given us. And the worst part? He was sitting right there. Watching.
I could feel his presence beside me even when he wasn’t speaking. But what he did 3 minutes ago literally fried my brain. He literally fingered me in front of his sister, under the table and I shamelessly cummed.
Urghhhhh, I couldn't resist his touch!
“Last two minutes,” Ansh announced lazily from his chair, his tone calm — far too calm compared to the chaos in my head.
I pressed my lips together and sped up, double-checking the last step, praying my brain hadn’t betrayed me.
“Time’s up.”
Both Diya and I froze mid-calculation. Slowly, we placed our pens down.
Ansh stood, collected our sheets without a word, and borrowed a red pen from Diya. The moment he uncapped it, my stomach twisted. Why did that red ink look so threatening?
He went through Diya’s paper first, marking something, then mine. His brows furrowed slightly as he scanned each step. The silence stretched painfully long.
After what felt like forever, he handed the papers back.
Diya grabbed hers first, eyes running from top to bottom — and then she gasped.
“I got full marks?!” she squealed, practically bouncing in her seat. “Finally I understood how to do this type of question, bhai! Thank you so much for helping!”
Before he could react, she threw her arms around him in a quick hug.
Ansh smiled softly — a side of him that always felt different — and ruffled her hair. “See? You just needed to focus.”
Diya beamed proudly before turning to me.
But I wasn’t smiling.
I was staring at my sheet, frowning.
“Why are you frowning?” she asked.
I looked up, annoyed at myself more than anything. “All the upper calculations are correct… but the last step — I substituted the wrong value. So the final answer is wrong.”
“Oopsieee,” Diya sang dramatically. “That means it’s my nap time… and your punishment time.”
She wiggled her brows mischievously. “Bhai, make her redo the same question ten times.”
Ansh chuckled. I didn’t dare look at him.
“Sounds fair,” he said.
Diya stretched and yawned again. “Okay, I’m going upstairs. Don’t torture her too much.”
She waved dramatically and disappeared toward the staircase, leaving the house quieter than before. Too quiet.
The moment her footsteps faded, the air shifted.
Ansh’s gaze slowly moved to me.
I could feel it — warm, steady, unapologetic.
When I finally glanced up, he was already watching me. And there was that look again. The one that made my heartbeat misbehave.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, arms folding loosely.
“So, babygirl,” he said softly. “Redo it again. I’m not leaving you until you get it right.”
The nickname made my breath hitch.
I let out a heavy sigh, trying to appear irritated, even though the heat creeping up my neck betrayed me. I adjusted my notebook and picked up my pen again, sitting beside him at the dining table.
The space between us felt too small.
I began rewriting the question carefully, forcing myself to concentrate. But every time his arm brushed mine lightly or his knee shifted closer under the table, my focus shattered.
He wasn’t even touching me properly.
And yet, I felt everything.
His presence.
His warmth.
His attention.
“Careful,” he murmured suddenly, leaning slightly closer to look at my working. His voice dropped lower. “Don’t make the same mistake again.”
I swallowed and nodded, trying to steady my hand as I recalculated each step.
But the real problem wasn’t the math.
It was him.
And the fact that I was alone with him again.
Niyati frowned, her brow furrowing as she stared at the scattered papers on the dining table. The calculation method eluded her, and no matter how many times she rewrote it, the numbers refused to align.
"How many times do I have to do this?" she muttered, her frustration evident. "What am I missing? Tell me my mistake first, Ansh." Her voice carried a hint of desperation, her focus entirely on the task at hand.
1But Ansh, seated across from her, had other plans. His gaze was intense, his expression unreadable as he leaned forward, his hand reaching out to grasp her wrist firmly.
With a gentle yet commanding pull, he guided her to stand, then positioned her on his lap, her back resting against the cool surface of the dining table. Niyati’s frown deepened, her confusion growing as she felt his strength beneath her.
"Ansh, what—?" Her question was cut short as he tugged her shirt up, the fabric bunching around her chest. Before she could protest, he deftly tied her hands above her head, the knot secure.
"Wait, what are you doing?" she gasped, her eyes widening as she realized her vulnerability. "Diya might see us!"
Ansh’s lips curved into a sly smile as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Diya’s asleep, Babygirl," he whispered, his voice low and reassuring.
"Let’s have some fun. Or should I say your punishment time?" His words sent a shiver down her spine, her heart racing as she felt the weight of his intentions.
Without warning, he reached behind her, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. Niyati’s breath caught as he blindfolded her with it, the fabric tight around her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Her vulnerability heightened, she felt her pulse quicken, her senses sharpening as she relied on touch and sound alone.
"Ansh—" she started, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a soft click of her nipples, the sensation jolting through her. Her bound hands fell around his neck, her body instinctively seeking comfort in his strength.
He stood, lifting her with him, her feet leaving the ground as he guided her. She felt the cool air against her legs as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of fabric sliding down unmistakable. Her breath hitched as she realized his pants and boxers were lowered, his hardness pressing against her.
With deliberate slowness, he pulled her mini skirt up, the fabric bunching at her waist, exposing her lacy panties. His hands slid down, lowering them, his lips following, kissing and licking her with a tenderness that made her shudder.
"Ansh," she moaned, her voice soft, her body arching into his touch. He guided her, positioning her to ride his crotch, their parts teasingly close, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Oh—" she gasped as he moved, their bodies grinding, his bulge pressing against her pussy. Her boobs brushed against his face, and he caught one, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling.
Her moans filled the room, her blindfolded state intensifying every sensation. She was utterly his, her bound hands rendering her helpless, her body surrendering to his dominance.
"Ansh, I—I’m close," she panted, her voice breathless, her body on the edge. But he shook his head, his lips brushing her ear. "Not yet, Babygirl. We’ll cum together."
His words were a command, and she nodded, her trust in him absolute. He sped up, his movements urgent, their bodies moving in sync, the tension building.
"Now," he growled, his voice commanding. "Cum for me, Niyati." Her body obeyed, her climax tearing through her, her cries echoing in the room.
He followed, his release simultaneous, their bodies trembling as they found their release together. She collapsed against him, her breath ragged, her body spent.
After a moment, Ansh gently unclasped her bra, untangling her hands from the knot. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light as he pulled her into a deep kiss, their lips moving in perfect harmony.
The kiss was raw, hungry, their tongues intertwining as they savored the moment. Breaking away, he pushed the papers aside, laying her on the dining table, his hands roaming her body with reverence.
His kisses trailed down her neck, his lips nibbling and sucking, leaving marks of his possession. Her boobs were next, his mouth lavishing attention, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.
She moaned, her hands grasping the edge of the table, her body arching into his touch. Then, his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue licking her cum, his lips mouthfucking her with fierce precision.
"Ansh—oh, fuck," she cried, her body tensing as she felt her second climax building. He devoured her, his mouth greedy, his tongue relentless, drinking her juices as she shattered beneath him.
Her body arched, her cries filling the room, her release overwhelming. He rose, his mouth wiping against her face, his dominance undeniable.
Looming over her, his breath heavy, he whispered, "You’re mine, Babygirl," his words a declaration of ownership. Her surrender was complete, their connection palpable, the air thick with satisfaction.
Niyati smiled, her body still trembling, her heart full as she realized the depth of their bond.
Ansh’s dominance and her submission were not just physical—they were a testament to their trust, their love, and their unspoken understanding.
And in that moment, she knew she was exactly where she belonged.
He helped me down quickly from the dining table, both of us straightening our clothes, smoothing hair, trying to look normal. My fingers trembled as I adjusted skirt, cheeks burning.
He leaned closer one last time, voice low.
“By the way…”
I looked at him, still dazed.
“Your answer was correct.”
My brows furrowed. “What?”
A slow, wicked smile curved on his lips.
“I marked it wrong.”
My stomach flipped.
“Why?” I whispered, even though I already knew.
“To punish you like this,” he said simply.
The memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he had looked at me — it all rushed back at once.
Heat flooded my cheeks so fast I had to look away.
“You’re impossible,” I muttered.
He leaned in just enough for his breath to brush my ear.
“And you,” he replied softly, “look beautiful when you lose.”
The sound of Diya’s door opening upstairs made us jump apart completely.
But my heart?
It was still racing.