Chapter 31 | Her
My eyes are desperately looking for an escape route.
Even when every single cell in my body is aching with need, my mind somehow manages to dim their loud cries with reasoning and archaic logic.
With every decreasing inch as he lowers his lips on mine, I feel a need to devour him. Give him the taste of his very own drug. Make him feel what brutality tastes like when it’s delivered to you on a silver platter with a sugar-coated tongue. He’s gorgeous even when his eyes are shut.
Wait! His eyes are shut.
I suspire softly against his mouth, making sure to sound drenched in arousal as his lips barely touches mine. Not that it doesn’t give me butterflies the size of bats in my stomach. Not that it doesn’t send a wave of tickles down my skin the way the touch is there and still not there.
But the milliseconds between a kiss and not is my golden period to make a run for the door. On a mental count of three, I duck and run, nearly escaping his reaching hand when he realizes what I’ve done.
At first nothing happens, and I almost begin feeling victory kiss my feet. But then something tugs on the belt hoop of my jeans. When I touch to feel what’s holding me back so sharply, my hands are met with a hook secured firmly at my butt.
So that’s what he was up to.
Sucking in a sharp breath I start pulling the rope attached to the hook, whatever that must be used for, trying to undo the damned thing before he gets to me. But the air seems oddly quiet as if he disappeared right after I ran away.
I turn back to find Nakul leaning back on one of the boxes, with a casual amused grin, “Careful baby. If I were you, I wouldn’t tug on it.” Looking behind him I notice something strange. The box he is leaning on seems... Empty!
Whatever was in there must be out. Fuck!
But at that moment, a hint of yellow flashes near the exit. I take a deep breath before turning around to see a devilish looking Burmese python blocking the exit. In an instant I’m running back in his arms.
“What are you?” I bark at him, trying to keep an eye if the thing is moving.
“I am whatever you want me to be, muffin.” His giggle is outrageous. But hot damn, it is sexy!
I try to silence my thoughts but they are overwhelming – frantic to the point that I blatantly push into him in a state of pure hysteria as the snake behind me starts moving.
“He’s still digesting...”
“Nakul – Pick me up. Pick me up, fast!”
“What? I can’t quite hear you babe?” His soft chuckle... a mockery.
The yellow menace almost too close to my feet as I desperately try to step on his feet in an attempt to stay away from it. I try to focus on what this egoistic bastard must want me to say.
“Master, please pick me up. Fast!”
The words don’t even leave my mouth and his hands circle me from behind, lifting me up and carrying me to a vacant table in the middle of the room. His erection groping my ass all the while giving me yet another reason to stop breathing.
What the F about this situation is a turn on to him?
My eyes are on the slow-moving creature as it slowly disappears beneath one of the tables that have another set of glass boxes on it.
Setting me down on the table, he rolls me over so I am resting on my back with my face up looking at his notoriously sexy features. Painted in carnal desire. His eyes suppressing the primal need to do something petrifying.
Resting a foot on the chair beside the table, he bends down to pin my hands back before tying a knot with the rope and securing the hook in a hoop beneath it, his gorgeous eyes robbing me of any air that his cock must have missed.
“Now – coming back to my condition, sweetheart. The one you’ve already agreed on.”
He stabs the trek knife from the back of his pocket on to the wooden table in the free space right beside my hand before leaning on top of my me, leaving no other option for me than to look straight into him.
“You will tell me exactly what to do after we kiss. You tell me to spare you, I’ll release you. You tell me to fuck you, I’ll oblige you. But you have to be a good little girl. No cursing and no beating around the bush, okay?”
What on holy earth did I just hear? This man is telling me to be the boss. I must be dreaming that he said that.
“You want me to what?”
“I want you to tell me what you want... I want you to know that you’re the boss here. You may call me Master, but I want you to know that you’re not my slave. You – you’re my queen, sweetheart.”
His words melt through my heart like a hot knife through butter. I can feel the undeniable. Am I really in love with him?
My eyes soften with my voice, “You really are...”
“– in love with you?” His voice softens too, “I’ve told you before, I’ll tell you again... Yes, Miss Disha Saxena... I love you! More than I could ever think of loving anyone ever in my life. I could sell my soul for you and not think twice. And I know you are in love with me.”
The tears in my eyes are more courageous than the words on my lips. I want to speak, but then his fingertips stop me from doing so.
“But you’ll speak when you’re ready... I’ll wait like I always have.”
And now they break past the corner of my eyes, painting my heated cheeks in the colors of love and a bond of understanding. It’s safe to say that I’m weak in the knees for probably the best guy in the world.
Kissing a single tear on my cheek he speaks from beneath those thick lashes, “Can I kiss you now?”
I nod in agreement. He smiles contently before lowering his lips on mine ever so gently, it almost makes me jump in surprise to see him at his most vulnerable. It’s like the most teasing of feathery touches I’ve ever felt in my entire life. So gentle, yet so passionate. And so soothing.
He licks the seam of my lips before parting them slightly to get a taste of my mouth, making me melt into the sublime taste of contentment as I slide my tongue inside his mouth, letting my eyes shut to the relief it dissipates throughout my system.
I am scorching. I want to bite him, dig the smooth skin of his neck and back with my fingernails and tug his thick wavy hair, but my hands are bound. So, I deepen the kiss, arching my back to an angle that facilitates crashing fully on to his lips.
The motion grabs the attention of a pair of beautifully ghastly eyes. He backs away just a little, breaking our connection but still locked into my eyes.
“Direct me sweetheart. Tell me what you want...” His intoxicated eyes searching the depths of my soul.
What do I want? Maybe I want all of you. Your love... Your pain... Your obsession... All of it!
“You... I want you! All of you...” I whisper, between the soft whimpers.
“You want me?” He looks confused.
“Yes.” I declare softly.
The disbelief on his face is unmissable. Chuckling softly, he rejoins his lips with mine.
The crash is intense, unlike the softness that he just displayed. Harsh. Libido on rolling boil. Sucking and nipping on my lower lip he breaks the contact to take off his hooded sweatshirt with a single hand before ripping off his damp vest and throwing it away. The scorpion on my lower belly suddenly aches to meet his mate resting on his chest.
That’s when I realize the kind of a place we are in, doing our workout session. Shit!
“So that’s why you have it inked on your chest?”
My sudden question makes him grin. “Maybe... that’s why I inked it on your...” He speaks shrugging in response, before placing a warm hand over my abdomen making me squirm, “Cause they’re my babies.”
If I felt butterflies around him before, I’m feeling every kind of love birds flapping their feathery wings inside my chest now, making me all giddy and shit. These words are going to last inside me forever... although I’ll play with him some more for now.
“And what gave you the impression that I’d want to have your kids?”
The laughter that follows reminds me of a certain terrifying creature who used to visit me some time ago. A certain terrifying teddy bear, that I can tell by now.
“Oh, you will, muffin. One day you will...” His eyes darkening with every word, “You’ll ask for it. And I’ll gladly oblige... But first I’ll make sure you do not plan on abandoning me in any way.”
He lowers his mouth on mine, placing a gentle kiss on my lips before moving down slowly, kissing every inch of the exposed skin after getting rid of my tee shirt. His piercing gaze never leaving my eyes, before biting teasingly on a swollen peak while squeezing the other with his other hand.
A moan slips free as he continues working on both my tits, groaning in pleasure. “How bad I missed you, sweetheart.”
His voice is shaking as blood is fast rushing in his veins, all of them erect in attention. His hot trails of breath continue down to the juncture between my things. Unbuttoning my jeans, he slips he his hands inside feeling me, “You’re drenched.”
“Guess your sweet talk worked after all...” I speak breathlessly.
“Did it? Shit! You’re a menace, sweetheart.” Intrinsic desire dripping in all of him as he pulls down the rest of my clothes in one go.
I suck a sharp breath as he goes down on his knees, latching his mouth in the juncture of my thighs, drinking in the arousal like a man straight out of the dessert. Craving. Desperate. Impaling me with his tongue mercilessly until I’m left raw, electric currents invading my body with every move.
Just as I was about to release my juices in his salivating mouth, I am being pulled closer to his now pulsating girth, out and into my face, making my body feel smaller than I really am.
“You’ll take every inch of me tonight. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
I nod, too spent to answer.
“Fuck! You’re killing me, sweetheart. If I die here, you know who did it.” He speaks with effort between pants and whimpers blending into a secret symphony only I am lucky enough to hear, coming out of my favorite tongue, as he pushes open the inner lips before plunging himself all the way.
My body instinctively starts crawling away from the tension inside my personal space. But he keeps pulling me back, holding me by the legs like he pulled me the first time we made out.
I try, again and again, knowing full well that any amount of jerking or kicking is not going to work my way out of the inhumane strength this devil possesses. He jerks me towards him, stretching out my insides as his thick length invades every inch and more inside the cramped-up space.
I cry out in gratification; of a thirst I never knew I craved.
He’s balls deep inside me and I’m his proud whore. Even if that makes me a despise worthy woman, right now there are no fucks that I give more than the one I have already indulged in. I want him to die inside me, so he can never pull out.
But then he pulls back completely; only to thrust back again, with such a force that makes me scream for him.
“Nakul... You’ll kill me!”
“Then let me fuck you dead, because by the time we’re done I will definitely die of fucking satisfaction, baby.”
Fuck! He’ll kill me with those words alone.
His response, paired with the strong rhythm of his fast movements are making my head dizzy. Making me completely and utterly obsessed with this dick master.
He grabs my throat with one hand, bending himself in an angle that would facilitate the deepest penetration, before placing one of my legs on his shoulder while placing one of his legs on the table. Anticipating the pain, I try to crawl back to no avail, he’s too strong for me.
When the merciless impaler strikes again, it knocks the air out of my lungs, making the sensations too intense for my mind to process.
The thrusts become harder and faster just as my breathing grows fainter and quicker. I tug at my restraint frantically, as his strong hold chokes me blind. My core vibrates to the tune of the pulsating girth as he continues to render my movements useless.
Every nerve cell in my brain is screaming under the influence of a single hormone. Libido.
And I need release.
Just as the pleasure becomes too much too bear, he groans before whispering, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
His soft whimper makes my insides burst releasing an intoxicating crack right into my head, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. His deep thrusts are instantly engulfed in a warm fluid making his grunts more animalistic.
A moment later, our love juices mix in a sweet matrimony inside me when he fills my already flooding pussy in his climax.
Contentment is the right word to describe our sweating – panting naked bodies, as he lays on top of me, absolutely spent.
This feeling inside of me is indescribable. I was wrong to think I fell with the Nakul I knew.
This version of him. This blend. It fits all of me perfectly. And I guess I feel a pull towards him a little more than attraction. I cannot help but question myself yet again...
Have I really fallen in love with him? I guess I’m not ready to admit.
But deep within my soul, I know the answer. And as terrifying as it may sound, it’s a Yes.