Chapter 35 #2
Kushal was all in now. He just wanted to taste it, finish the little game, and then devour his wife in every way he’d been holding back.
But the moment his vision disappeared behind the blindfold, she gave him a gentle push, and he landed on the bed with a soft thud.
Sitting there, he immediately felt the shift in power.
She was out of his reach, and he hated that he wasn’t the one in control anymore.
He heard the faint click of switches, as if the room dipped into darkness.
He straightened immediately. “Aru?”
“I’m here,” her voice came from somewhere across the room.
He frowned slightly. If she was still there, where was the dessert? When she’d entered the room earlier, she hadn’t been holding anything.
“What are you doing?” he asked with impatience and curiosity.
“Preparing to feed you.”
Those were his words in Dalhousie. He’d said the same thing when he had blindfolded her. That night had spiralled quickly into something wild and unforgettable, something he desperately craved for again.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kushal leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, legs spread wide in that commanding ease that never left him even when blindfolded.
His chest rose and fell faster now, trying to feel her presence…listening for the soft rustle of silk, inhaling the faint trace of her perfume that clung to the air.
“I’m waiting,” he murmured, with warning and promise all at once.
Somewhere in that darkness, she smiled. Because this time, she wasn’t just going to feed him any dessert. She was going to feed him Nutella.
The same sinful jar that had once started a fight and ended a night, in Dalhousie.
Back then, at the resort’s honeymoon game, Kushal had been blindfolded and failed to guess it.
They’d lost. She’d sulked. He’d teased. And later in their room, when she dared him to blindfold her instead, the challenge had melted into a heated, breathless make-out session neither ever forgot.
Tonight, she wanted to bring that memory back to life.
Kushal sat on the edge of the bed, blindfolded, his head tilting slightly as if tracking her by sound alone.
When she stepped closer, his face nearly reached her waist, his breath grazing the silk of her saree.
He moved his hands up instinctively, wanting to find her, touch her, but she stepped back. “No touching.”
He groaned at her command. “You can’t stop me from touching you, Aru. Come here.”
Despite that warning tone, she moved closer again, letting him win just this much. His hands immediately found her waist, strong fingers curling against her skin, anchoring her there.
“I’m going to feed you now,” she said softly, using the same words he’d once said to her in Dalhousie.
He stilled. Then he felt something cool graze his lip, probably the faint brush of a spoon, and before he could taste it, she pulled it away.
His jaw clenched.
“Easy,” she murmured. “You’ll get it.”
Those were again the same words. The same tone he had used in Dalhousie. So that was her game, he thought! It was deliberate, and he knew it.
“You’re seducing me, Aru…” he rasped.
Arundhati bit her tongue, knowing he caught her. Yes, she was seducing him.
“If you don’t like it,” she countered softly, “I won’t.”
She began to pull back, but he caught her by the waist again, firmer this time, and tilted his chin up. Even with the blindfold on, the grin on his face told her everything.
“Feed me,” he said.
She hesitated only a second before bringing the spoon to his lips again. He tasted the Nutella and smiled like he’d just uncovered her secret. But he didn’t say it yet.
“Whatever this is,” he said slowly, savouring it, “it’s definitely my second favourite.”
Her breath caught for a second before he leaned in slightly, his nose almost brushing her belly button as he whispered.
“My favourite,” he whispered, “is something I’m still waiting to taste again.”
Her heart tripped, her pulse roared in her ears.
He didn’t need to see her face to know she was blushing. Arundhati composed herself. “Any guesses what it was?”
He knew it. Of course he did. But instead of saying it, he decided to twist the game his way. His lips curved in a wicked smile.
“The spoon didn’t do it justice,” he replied huskily. “Do one thing… dip your finger in it and feed me.”
Her breath caught. This was her game, her rules, but somehow, he was already the one running it. Still, unable to resist, she obeyed. She dipped her finger into the jar, coated it in that glossy Nutella, and brought it to his lips.
The moment her finger brushed him, his tongue flicked out slowly, and he licked her clean. Her shaky gasp broke the silence.
“Kushal…” she whispered, her voice barely there.
But he didn’t stop until every trace of the chocolate was gone from her skin. She waited for him to guess, at least now, but instead, he rose to his full height, towering over her. “I need one last try,” he murmured.
Before she could ask what he meant, his hand found hers, guiding it back to the jar. Kushal dipped his own finger in this time, swirling it once, then brought it up, not to his mouth, but to hers.
He smeared the Nutella gently across her lips. She trembled and before she could understand, he leaned in and caught her mouth in one deep, open-mouthed kiss, hungrily tasting the chocolate…tasting her.
Unable to hold herself anymore, she too was about to kiss him back when he pulled away and said it.
“Nutella.”
She could hardly breathe as he tore the scarf from his eyes and looked at her. “I knew it the moment you fed me,” he confessed, his thumb brushing her swollen lip. “But when my wife wants to play, who am I to end the game too soon?”
She stood frozen, chest heaving, her lips glistening from his kiss as he took the jar from her and set it aside. “Now, take off this saree, Aru… before I shred it.”
Her throat went dry. “It’s my wedding saree. Show some respect.”
That did it. With a hunger he had restrained so far, Kushal slid the saree from her shoulder, layer by layer, in hurried movements, until the fabric spilt soundlessly to the floor at her feet.
He kept her words. He didn’t shred it. But the way he looked at her made her wonder if she’d survive what came next.
He whispered something low and sinful in her ear, something that made her skin heat instantly, before his mouth was on hers. The kiss was wild and hungry, their breaths mingling, tongues tangled, their hands everywhere, tugging at what little fabric still separated them.
Arundhati felt it. He had lost every ounce of control, but still, he was holding back, still taking it slow for her, and that restraint alone made her dizzy.
Her trembling fingers reached for his shirt, unbuttoning one, then another, until she pushed the fabric off his shoulder. But before she could even touch him, he lifted her effortlessly and laid her back on the bed, and hovered over her.
His kisses trailed lower, down her throat, over her collarbone, down to the curve of her breasts, worshipping her. And while doing this, his hands already worked on removing the rest of her clothing.
He murmured her name between kisses, between tugging off her blouse and saree skirt, leaving her only in her lingerie, before his teeth grazed her neck.
“What I want to do to you right now…” he growled softly, the words brushing hot against her ear, “you have no idea.”
“Then do it,” she replied, her breath coming fast, her back arching to his touch as he spoke.
Before she could anticipate what was coming next, his hand slid down, hovering at the edge of her silk panties. He had touched her before in Dalhousie, but this time things were different. He didn’t want the obstruction of the silk.
But reaching this far now, he didn’t have the patience to take things slow. Hence, the moment the silk obstructed his touch, he peeled it off her body, shredding it into two pieces. Arundhati’s eyes widened for only an instant before she met his hungry eyes. He hadn’t touched her yet.
“I need to taste you.” It wasn’t a plea but something more wild and utterly sexy, especially the way he said it.
Her lips parted, unable to understand if she had to reply to that at all. Kushal grinned before kissing her quickly once. “I told you, I’m yet to taste my favourite dessert, Aru. “And right now,” he moved lower, without dropping his gaze from hers as he continued, “I’m craving for it.”
The next instant, his face moved between her legs, his nose and lips pressing against her where she ached for him the most. The sensation was so overwhelming, she pulled at his hair as pleasure and passion spread through her, watching his head buried in the most intimate part of her.
“Oh God.” She quivered, her eyes shutting at his onslaught.
The way his fingers arched inside her, the way his tongue flicked, the delicious scrape of his stubble that created the right kind of friction as he thrusted his mouth on her core, all erupted a swirl of sensations within her.
“Kush…” words choked in her throat as tremors took over her body. Spasms shot into her limbs, and within minutes she felt something building inside her.
‘How could a man do something so delicious?’ was the last thought in her head before control became too hard to fight.
She trembled, losing herself in moans before her body shuddered violently.
Arundhati had never felt this kind of sensation in her body, so raw and violent, until tonight.
Until him. Only him. She screamed his name as waves of ripples shot through her body.
He moved back up, watching her face and everything that he could read in those expressions, which was all his doing. When she finally stopped trembling and opened her eyes in the haze, he was still looking at her.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he said, grazing his lips on her jaw, giving her time to process.
“Always ready…” she softly whispered, pulling him closer.
Their eyes met before he pulled away, taking off his pants and boxers, and joined her back on the bed. He was big that much was clear, and she was worried the friction would hurt worse than what she’d expected.
He sheathed himself before waiting for her signal.
“You know I’m not going to hurt you.”
That eased her down before she arched her body towards him, giving the go-ahead.
An entirely new feeling came over her as he smoothly dived in, stretching her bit by bit as he entered.
The little discomfort soon became tolerable.
The fullness became less overwhelming as her body slowly tried to catch up to all these unknown feelings.
And one thing remained constant throughout, their eyes locked with each other, reading the pain, the desire, the lust and love taking over with every thrust. Her eyes closed again when the same pleasure hit again inside her, and after several more spasms of hers, his own climax followed.
She hugged him against her, needing him closer. Kushal kissed her neck, still breathing hard, her own breath coming out ragged and heavy, before he pulled back and met her gaze again.
“Just so you know, there’s not going to be any sleep tonight,” he teased. “We have so many months to make up for.”
Her reply came out as a laugh first and then a long, deep moan as his thick fingers worked her up again. “I want that too.”
He kissed her lips, diving deeper into her. After months of ache and longing, being like this with her…felt like home again.