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"If I turned my patidev on," I said, standing on my toes to whisper in his ear, "then it's my responsibility to take care of him, isn't it?" I held onto his neck, my fingers lightly brushing against his skin.
He gulped.
He gulped, really?
Okay okay now it's time to make him gulp.
"Patidev, leave me so I can show you my bold side too," I whispered in his ear, pulling away from his embrace.
I smirked, my gaze lingering on his body, "Come, come," I commanded, striding confidently toward the bed. "Sit, Patidev," and he obeyed, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Looks like something mischievous is brewing in that mind of yours," he teased, placing one foot on the bed beside his thigh, my hand resting casually on my knee while my palm cradled my face. "Patience, Patidev, patience," I spoke seductively, letting my foot slide down as I stood tall before him.
Locking my eyes with his, I began to unwrap my saree, the fabric falling away slowly, teasingly, starting from the pallu and then revealing the delicate cloth around my waist. His eyes widened in surprise, but a smirk danced on his lips as he leaned backwards, palms pressed against the bed, captivated by the unfolding moment.
As the saree slipped to the floor, I stood before him in just my blouse and shapewear, feeling both vulnerable and empowered. I walked towards him with the saree in my hand I placed the saree in the bed settling onto his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around my waist, grounding me.
"Patidev, you can't touch me," I declared, gently unwrapping his hands from my body, feeling a rush of excitement with every movement. "What the hell? Why can't I touch my wife?" he questioned, a mix of confusion and desire in his voice.
"Because it's my time; everything will go according to me," I replied, pushing him back with a firm hand against his chest, a spark of defiance in my eyes.
His body lay back on the bed, and I smirked, positioning myself on his torso seductively. The cool air around us only intensified the heat of the moment, our hearts racing in sync as we navigated this tantalizing dance of power and passion.
I moved my face closer to his, my lips brushing against his softly as I pecked him. "Oh gosh, Ishu, are you really doing this? Just go on," I whispered, feeling a thrill run through me.
His hands began to wrap around my waist, and with a playful smirk, I took his hands and placed them above his head, asserting my playful dominance.
"Oh come on, Patidev, tell your hormones to keep quiet for some time," I teased, securing his other hand as well.
He started kissing along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. I slowly reached for the saree beside us, lifting it slightly, revealing my neck to him.
His kisses trailed down to my neck, igniting a fire within me. Taking advantage of the moment, I began tying his hands, but he didn't budge, lost in the sensations he was creating.
"Ahh" a soft hiss escaped my lips as he bit down gently on the skin marked by his hickey from last night, a mix of pleasure and irritation flooding my senses.
With a final knot, I secured his hands, sitting up straight with a sense of triumph. He wiggled beneath me, an adorable irritation etched on his face, the tension between us thickening with every heartbeat. The air was charged with a blend of desire and defiance, and I could feel the electric connection between us intensifying.
"So, patidev, how are you feeling under your wife?" I questioned proudly. He smirked, "Feeling like to fuck you." I gulped; god, am I provoking at the wrong time?
I can barely walk; I would not do those things today again, never, no.
"Oh, patidev, sorry to hear that, but unfortunately, you can't do anything right now, so..." I stretched the word 'so.' He was getting irritated.
"So?" he finally questioned.
"So, I have to fuck myself on my own," I spoke with a sarcasm of sadness.
"What the fuck?" he shouted. "Yeah, yeah, I will; don't worry about me," I smirked and seductively opened the knot of my shapewear and threw it on the bed. His eyes were not on my body; they were on my eyes.
I could clearly see his anger and irritation in his eyes. To increase that, I smirked once more. "Biwi, stop this right now; your intentions are not looking good. Open my hands," he demanded. I just nodded my head in no.
Slowly and seductively, I started roaming one hand on my body, and slowly it went near my abdomen. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my hand inside.
"You can't; seriously, you have a husband, biwi," he spoke. I couldn't help but let a giggle escape my mouth, adding oil to the fire of his irritation.
"I'm not happy with that husband, so I have to do it myself," I spoke sadly. Ishuu, if he gets untied now, then you are gone.
But I will still make him feel what he did a minute ago with me.
I started moving my fingers, not pushing much, and my head fell back with a soft "ahh" escaping my lips. I couldn't help but moan, feeling the pleasure build inside me. "Biwi, stop this," he commanded in a serious tone, but I was already on the verge of losing control.
"No, I can't," I managed to speak between my moans, my body betraying my resolve. "If you don't stop right now, then remember today you've just missed the engagement. I will make sure to let you rest for the next two weeks, and I'm damn serious about this." I heard his voice, but my mind was clouded with desire, and my fingers refused to stop.
"Ahhh," I cried out, and with that last moan, my verge broke. I lay on his chest, still sitting on his torso, huffing heavily. It was the first time I was doing something like this, and the thrill mixed with guilt was overwhelming.
That too, when I had a husband lying in front of me, oh my pretty fingers, what have I done? The rush of emotions swirled within me-excitement, fear, and a hint of rebellion against the constraints of my reality.
"Enough of your games, biwi," he questioned, and I simply hummed in response, my heart racing. "But I'm not finished yet. Be ready to see the result of your game." I opened my eyes, but before I could comprehend anything, he suddenly hovered over me.
My mouth fell open in surprise. My saree was lying on the bed, and I was underneath him-how did this happen?
Mummyyyyy.
"It wasn't fun to play with yourself, biwi," he whispered near my ear, rubbing his lips against my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
I clutched the bedsheets tightly in my palms, stammering, "I-I..." But before I could finish, he interrupted, "No need to speak. You've played enough; now it's my turn." I made a pleading face, tears welling up.
"Avyaan, please no, I'm sorry! I was just joking," I said, trying to make my expression as innocent as possible, hoping to melt his heart. "I love jokes! Let me also try one, what do you say?" He winked at me, and I felt a flutter of hope.
Now it was time to play the emotional card, Ishuu.
"Avyaan, my abdomen is hurting because of last night. I can't, please," I looked deep into his eyes with my best puppy dog expression, and I sensed he was starting to melt.
"So you want me to not touch you, right?" he asked, and I nodded eagerly, "Yeah."
"Okay, I won't do anything. You'll do it by yourself," he said, but I couldn't grasp the meaning behind his words. "Means?" I questioned, confusion clouding my thoughts.
"Means," he leaned closer to my ear, holding my earlobe gently between his teeth, "just like you played with yourself, now you'll ride by yourself too-this time, not with your fingers, but with my cock." He bit down slightly, and a moan escaped my lips, but those words struck me like a heart attack.
Me? Riding on him? The thought sent waves of anxiety and excitement coursing through me. What had I gotten myself into?
"You see, you have two options: first, to let me do what I want with you; second, for you to come here and do what I said. So, decide quickly."
My heart raced as I realized I was trapped in this situation. The second option seemed better, but I had never experienced anything like this before. With a gulp, I finally said, "The second one."
He smirked, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good decision." Before I could process what was happening, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the balcony area.
"What are you doing? If you think I will do anything out here, you're wrong. We have our bedroom; let's go there."
I whimpered in his hold, my mind racing with confusion and fear. But all I received in response was a swift motion as he tossed me onto the couch.
He hovered over me, and I felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation as I looked into his eyes. He pressed a soft peck on my lips, then trailed kisses along my jawline, moving down to my neck. I could hardly breathe as he paused, his gaze fixated on my covered chest.
My heart pounded in my chest. His hand moved behind my back, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I was flipped onto my front, my back now facing him. I wanted to voice my thoughts, but the words eluded me, leaving me frustrated and vulnerable.
I felt his teeth grip the hook of my blouse, and in one swift motion, it loosened around my body.
A shiver ran down my spine as his cold teeth brushed against the skin of my bra hook. My breath hitched as he held tightly to them, and with a stretch, my bra too loosened, leaving me feeling exposed.
As I flipped onto my back, my skin touched the sofa, and my face was inches from his. A sly smirk spread across his face as he gazed at the sweat beading on my forehead. He leaned in, his warm breath caressing my chest, and grasped the fabric of my blouse and bra in his mouth. In one swift motion, both garments lay discarded on the bed.
I was exposed, my vulnerability evident in the tremble of my lips. The only remaining fabric on my body was the thin layer of my underwear. A shiver coursed through me as the cool air danced across my skin.
His lips wrapped around my breast, and I felt a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. "Ahh, Avyan..." I moaned, my voice barely audible as I clutched his hair in my fist. "Ahh, please..." The sound of his suction was almost deafening, and I felt my body arching toward him.
With a sudden movement, he released my breast and gazed into my eyes. "Now it's time to ride, my dear biwi," he whispered, his voice low and husky. He flipped me onto his torso, and I felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear.
As I straddled him, my hands instinctively reached for his trousers. I pulled down the waistband, my eyes fixed on the floor. "Biwi, your eyes should be on me, not on the ground," he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. I met his gaze, my heart racing with anticipation.
With a newfound sense of confidence, I slid my hands down his body, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. I pulled down his undergarment, and he sprang free. I gulped, my throat constricting with a mix of emotions.
I rose onto my knees, my legs straddling his body. With a sly smile, I grasped the waistband of my underwear and slid it down my legs. The fabric pooled on the floor, and I felt a rush of liberation. I began to lower myself onto him, my heartbeat pounding in my chest.
"I'll make sure to take my revenge, patidev," I whispered to myself, a sly smile spreading across my face.
As I slowly lowered myself onto him, my heart racing with anticipation, a pained moan escaped my lips. "Ahhh..." He grasped my waist firmly, adjusting himself as I settled onto him. "Go on, biwi," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
With one final push, he was fully inside me, and I let out a loud, anguished moan. "Ahhh, fuck!" Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I began to move, the pain mingling with a growing sense of pleasure.
As I quickened my pace, my eyes squeezed shut, and I felt his intense gaze upon me. His cold hands held my waist in a firm grip, his fingers digging into my skin. The wind whispered through the room, carrying the sound of his low, urgent voice. "Biwi, faster..."
With a surge of adrenaline, I obeyed, my movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. "Ahhh..." My moans grew louder, more insistent, as I felt myself hurtling toward the edge.
"That's my girl," he whispered, his voice a low, triumphant growl. Sweat dripped from my brow, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I was on the verge, teetering on the brink of collapse.
And then, without warning, he flipped me onto my back, his movements swift and sudden. He withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty, unfulfilled. I watched, dazed, as he began to dress, his movements calm, detached.
A surge of irritation welled up within me, and I hurled the blanket at him, my voice shaking with anger. "Avyaan, what was that? Let me finish!" He merely smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm tired biwi"
I sat up, my movements stiff, my abdomen aching with a dull, throbbing pain. I wrapped the blanket around me, holding it tightly in place as I glared at him. "Okay, as you wish, but from now on, I'm not going to let you touch me. Remember?" My voice was cold, detached, a mask for the seething emotions that churned beneath the surface.
He merely chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Biwi, I love you," he whispered, his voice low, husky. I rolled my eyes, my voice dripping with venom. "I hate you." He merely laughed, the sound echoing through the room as he disappeared into the bathroom.
One week later...
"Ishu, everything is ready! You go and get ready!" Chachisa's voice echoed from the stairs. I looked up, responding with a shout, "Yeah, going! Just a minute!" After ensuring the workers understood their tasks, I headed upstairs.
As I made my way to my bedroom, I caught sight of Amaira standing in the hallway, engrossed in a conversation with someone on the phone.
I recognized the person she was talking to - the boy she wanted to marry. Over the past week, I'd tried to make her understand the situation, and she'd finally come around, agreeing to marry him instead of running away. I'd nodded in agreement, relieved that she wouldn't attempt to flee.
Just then, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I glanced at the display and smiled, answering with a warm, "Haan, Mahi." Mahi's excited voice spilled through the line, "Ishu, where are you? Today's my wedding! Come to my room, I need to discuss so many things!" I chuckled, responding with a reassuring, "Yeah, darling, coming!"
As I turned to head toward Mahi's room, I found him standing in front of me, a hint of a smile on his face. "What?" I asked, my tone neutral. It wasn't that I was angry with him after that night; I was simply pleased to see him making an effort to change.
However, I couldn't help but notice that he hadn't attempted to get physical with me all week. He'd cuddle with me at night, but he wouldn't try to initiate anything more. I knew he wanted to, but he was holding back, respecting my boundaries. I'd even heard his muffled moans in the middle of the night, the sound of the shower a stark reminder of his restraint.
He spoke, his voice low and husky, "Thoda seva ka mauka hume bhi dijiye, priye." (Give us a chance to serve you too, my love.) I smirked, folding my hands across my chest. "Nah, patidev, you deserve to be in cold showers in the middle of the night." His eyes widened in surprise.
I chuckled, turning to walk away. "Hey, hey, stop! What do you mean?" he shouted behind me, but I just ran into my bedroom, leaving him wondering.
I hoped everything would continue to work out smoothly.
I know I'm late, for that sorry I tried to write a big chapter and I've wrote 3k+words.
Right now I'm traveling with my family to my village for a wedding and I was literally writing this chapter sitting infront of my parents.
I tried to write a little bit dark this time tell me in the comment section how was it and please VOTE.
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