17. PUNISHMENT

VYOM RAJPUT'S POV

I slowly open my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I'm in Vikram's penthouse, in his bed. And as I look down, I see that Vikram is sleeping beside me, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I feel a flutter in my chest as I realize that Vikram is holding me, protecting me even in his sleep. I try to move, to sit up, but Vikram's arms tighten around me, holding me in place.

"Vikram," I whisper, trying to rouse him.

But instead of waking up, Vikram snuggles in closer to me, his face burying into the crook of my neck. I feel his warm breath on my skin, and it sends shivers down my spine.

I try to move again, but Vikram's arms are like a vice around me. He's holding me so tightly, it's like he's afraid to let me go.

"Vikram," I whisper again, this time a little louder.

But Vikram just murmurs something incoherent and pulls me closer, his body molding to mine.

I feel a wave of emotion wash over me as I realize that Vikram is holding me like he's never going to let me go. It's like he's trying to absorb me into his body, to keep me safe from the world.

I relax into his arms, feeling a sense of security and comfort that I've never felt before. It's like I'm home, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

As I lie there, wrapped in Vikram's arms, I feel my heart beating in time with his. It's like our bodies are synchronized, like we're two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly.

I close my eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. I know that I'm safe with Vikram, that he'll always be there to protect me.

And as I drift off to sleep again, I feel Vikram's arms tighten around me, holding me close. It's like he's saying, "I've got you, Vyom. I'll never let you go."

As I slowly open my eyes, I'm met with an unfamiliar feeling - emptiness. The bed beside me is cold, and I realize that Vikram is no longer there. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the haze of sleep.

That's when I see it - a note on my side table, scribbled in Vikram's bold handwriting. I pick it up, my heart racing as I read the words.

"Vyom, I have to be somewhere important. The lunch is the fridge, you can eat it. Don't you dare leave the house, if you don't want punishment."

Punishment. The word sends a shiver down my spine. What kind of punishment could Vikram possibly have in mind? And then, like a floodgate opening, memories of our kiss come rushing back.

Fuck we kissed in the rain.

How can I even forget that?

Now how will I look at him into his eyes?

So embarrassing.

I had a fucking panic attack, then got kissed and then cried myself until I passed out.

So embarrassing.

But that kiss.

It wasn't like I haven't kissed anyone before. I've had my fair share of encounters, of fleeting moments of lust. But this... this was different. Vikram's kiss was like nothing I've ever experienced before. It was like he was consuming me, devouring me whole.

And yet, it wasn't just lust. It was something more, something deeper. I felt seen, felt understood, felt like I was home.

I look around the room, feeling a little lost. Vikram's gone, and I'm left here with nothing but my thoughts. I try to shake off the feeling of emptiness, but it's hard.

I get out of bed, padding over to the window. I look out, watching as the city comes alive below me. I feel a pang of restlessness, a desire to get out, to explore.

But then I remember Vikram's note. Punishment. I shiver at the thought, wondering what he has in mind.

I turn away from the window, my eyes scanning the room. I spot a book on the nightstand, and I pick it up, trying to distract myself from my thoughts.

But my mind keeps wandering back to Vikram, to his kiss, to the way he made me feel. I sigh, feeling a little frustrated. Why can't I just focus on something else?

I try to lose myself in the book I found near the side table, but it's no use. My mind is a jumble of thoughts, all centered around one person - Vikram.

To escape his thoughts, I start to wander aimlessly around the penthouse, my feet carrying me from one room to another. It's been a few days since I arrived here, but I've never had the chance to really explore. Vikram's always been around, and when he is, I feel like I'm in a different world.

As I walk, my mind starts to wander. I think about how Vikram seems to bring out all my weaknesses. I've always been good at keeping my emotions locked away, at hiding my fears and doubts from the world. But whenever Vikram is around, it's like he has a key to unlock all the doors I've kept closed for so long.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I think about it. What is it about Vikram that makes me feel so vulnerable? What have I done to myself, letting him get under my skin like this?

I stop in front of a large window, staring out at the city below. The view is breathtaking, but I'm not really seeing it. I'm too caught up in my own thoughts, trying to make sense of the way I feel.

"What have you done to me, Vikram?" I whisper to myself, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

I'm not sure if I'm angry or scared or something else entirely. All I know is that Vikram has changed me, has made me feel things I've never felt before. And I'm not sure if I'm ready for it.

I stand there for a long time, lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of the chaos that's been unleashed inside me.

I'm sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, when my phone suddenly rings. I glance at the screen and see Vedika's name flashing. I sigh, wondering what she wants now.

I answer the call, and Vedika's excited voice greets me. "Oh my god, Vyom! Can I give you a little TMI? You won't believe what happened! Ansh, my baby and I finally had sex, and you know what, it was amazing!"

I raise an eyebrow, not really interested in hearing the details. But Vedika doesn't seem to care. She launches into a graphic description of their encounter, focusing on how Ansh's kisses were "so violent" and "opposite of his personality".

I tune her out, feeling a growing sense of disinterest. I'm not really in the mood to hear about Vedika's sex life.

"Vedika, I'm not really interested in hearing about this," I interrupt, trying to sound polite.

Vedika pauses, sounding a little taken aback. "What, you're not happy for me?"

I sigh, feeling a little frustrated. "I'm happy for you, Vedika. But I'm just not really interested in hearing about the details, okay?"

Vedika laughs, sounding a little amused. "Okay, fine. But I have to say, I'm a little surprised. You're usually more... enthusiastic about this kind of thing."

I hesitate, feeling a little vulnerable. "To be honest, Vedika, I'm just a little... disappointed. I haven't gotten laid in two months, and it's starting to get to me."

Vedika's tone changes, becoming more sympathetic. "Aww, Vyom, I'm sorry. Why don't you ask Vikram bhai for help? I'm pretty sure he'd be happy to... assist you."

I feel a surge of embarrassment and annoyance. "Shut up, Vedika," I snap, trying to maintain my dignity.

Vedika laughs, sounding amused. "Okay, okay. I'll shut up. But just remember, Vyom, I'm always here for you... and so is Vikram bhai, apparently."

Then she laughed off like the bitch she is, and cut the call.

Even though I am friends with her from apparently 10 years but I can't seem to actually understand what is going inside her head.

As I sit there, my mind starts to wander back to Vedika's suggestion. I try to push the thought away, but it's hard to shake off. The idea of Vikram helping me out, of him touching me, of him...

His always two unbutton shirt that fits his biceps perfectly.

Fuck he indeed have the greatest body I have seen in my life.

His face is a masterpiece too, almost perfect. So does his eyes.

I wonder if his dic....

Maybe he is right, I am kind of a slut.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I start to get lost in the fantasy. My hands start to wander, tracing the contours of my body. I feel a surge of excitement, of anticipation.

Without even realizing it, I start to remove my clothes, my fingers fumbling with the buttons and zippers. I feel a sense of freedom, of release, as I shed my clothes and stand there, naked and vulnerable.

My hands start to explore my body, tracing the lines and curves of my skin. I feel a sense of pleasure, of enjoyment, as I touch myself.

My hand went down to my dick, slowly stroking it from top to bottom. But I can't help, I can't get off just by jerking off. I need something in my ass.

I slightly starts to wander my finger around the rim of my asshole.

I inserted one finger in it, then two.

I'm so lost in the moment, so caught up in my own desires, that I don't even hear the door open. I don't realize that Vikram is standing there, watching me, until I hear his sharp intake of breath.

I turn to face him, my eyes locking onto his. Vikram looks tired, exhausted, but his eyes are burning with a fierce intensity. He's staring at me, at my naked body, and I can see the desire written all over his face.

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~to be continued (hehehe 🤭🤭)