Chapter 23
Iwatched two people enter the dimly lit room. The sudden change of plans caused my heartbeat to drop. As I moved closer, he wrapped his hands around me, engulfing me in his comforting embrace; his fingers gently feathering the back of my hand.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked softly, and I nodded in response.
“You can speak, just keep your tone low,” he said. I gulped nervously, gripping his arm resting on my lap.
“What exactly will they do?” I asked. My voice came out slow and wobbly, eliciting a light chuckle from him.
“Whatever you wish,” His words sparked something within me, and I felt his lips brush over my ear.
I silently watched the couple ascending the stage, and suddenly the music began. The low beats, intermingled with the tabla's high pitch, harmonised beautifully with the flute’s melody, easing the chaos in my mind.
The couple wore floor-length gowns. They stood facing one another, each with their own perspective.
The tabla beat softened momentarily, giving prominence to the flute as the two dancers circled.
My lips stretched into a slight smile as I watched the woman nestle in the man’s embrace. The couple stepped closer, their eye contact becoming intense, and butterflies erupted in my stomach when the man slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned closer to kiss her.
My heart pounded as the tabla resumed, their kiss deepening right before our eyes, yet they remained oblivious. Suddenly, the girl drew back, looking into his eyes with a hint of pain and agony.
His brows thinned, and I wondered if they were doing some act.
She ran away from him, but he immediately pulled her back, crashing her to his chest and fisting her hair.
My breath hitched as I watched them, and Kunwar-sa whispered in my ear, “Are you liking it?” But I hushed him gently, biting my lip, hiding half my face in his shawl.
I could feel him smiling as he lovingly kissed my cheek.
The man kissed her again, but with a fierce passion, and she eventually surrendered to him. He turned her to face away from him, revealing her beautiful, white face and long hair, her gaze directed south.
As he undid her dress, my chest heaved unevenly with each breath I took. He painstakingly pulled her dress down, revealing her milky white skin.
I gasped. “She’s beautiful,” I couldn’t help but whisper.
Feeling his smile, I nervously took in her impeccably shaped body. She was slender, without an ounce of excess fat or hair. Her perfectly sized breasts caught my attention as I glanced over to see him observing her.
I doubt Kunwar-sa even noticed them as he whispered against my cheek, “No one’s more beautiful than you.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I turned my gaze back to her.
Her gown slipped down, and she turned to face her man, revealing her perfect hips. He wrapped his arm around her waist and slowly slid it lower on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.
A knot formed in my stomach. I slowly asked, “Why would he do that?”
He inhaled deeply and muttered in my ear. “It feels good,”
My brows furrowed, and I bit my lower lip as the man knelt before her, leaving kisses on her neck, chest, and stomach. He rested one of her legs on his shoulder before placing his lips on her core.
I blinked silently, remembering the moment Kunwar-sa had done that to me.
“Do you man like kissing us there?” I asked, and he nodded, rubbing his cheek against mine.
“I can’t speak for other men, but I surely loved sucking your honey water.” His words dried my throat.
Suddenly, the woman moaned, clinging to the man, threading her fingers through his hair.
My hold tightened on his wrist as I watched the woman grinding her hips against his mouth faster and harder. She touched her breast, squeezing her nipple, and suddenly, the man made her lie on the mattress beneath him, making me shiver slightly.
I hesitantly lowered my gaze, but glanced back at them as if a different woman within me took control.
“What else would you like to do to me?” I dared ask him.
He brushed his lips against my earlobe, whispering slowly, “Whatever you’ll enjoy, no limits.”
I gulped, hearing his words, and looked at the man taking off his clothes, and the moment my eyes landed on his naked form, rubbing his erect manhood, I felt something in my gut.
I imagined Kunwar-sa in his place.
Though my man was behind me, I couldn’t help but look away for a moment; the scene was too much to take in.
She sat up as he knelt before her. I saw her brushing her long hair back, while the man gently guided her face toward his hardness.
I gulped nervously when she opened her mouth and took it in.
My lip curled inward to be punished by my teeth, and he whispered slowly in my ear, “That’s what you should do, since you lost the bet.”
His words made me blush profusely. I turned my eyes back to them and saw her taking the whole of him inside her mouth. Watching her gag, I felt a sickening twist in my stomach.
Unknowingly, the image of Kunwar-sa sitting on his bed and me doing it blurred my vision, and I slowly shook my head.
“That’s too much,” I whispered, and he kissed my cheek.
“That’s okay. No pressure,”
As I observed the woman sucking him, a haze clouded my mind.
He held her hair back, guiding her moves.
“Would you also do that?” I asked cautiously.
He questioned in a slow voice. “What?”
“What he is doing, I mean, the way he is moving her head on him?” Slowly, I turned back, feeling his gaze even in the darkness.
I immediately cupped his cheek and angled his face to them, which he quickly brought back to me.
“If you want me to,” he muttered, and I could see his body heating.
“Oh…” I looked back at the couple, flustered.
They continued doing it until she gagged a few more times, jiggled him down on the mattress, and sat in his lap, putting her legs on either side of his torso.
He placed his hands on her hips as she slowly guided herself onto him, enclosing him within her.
I felt a tightness in my core as they began. But something was different about them. He was moving her hips slowly against him. They started kissing each other while she was rocking in his lap. He groaned in her mouth, and I bit my lip at the sight.
I remembered when Kunwar-sa had me sit on his lap. His touch through the fabric was enough to bring me to release.
It was too much.
They continued doing it, and suddenly the woman moved off his lap, turned her back to him, and leaned on her hands and knees.
I frowned. “What is she doing?” I asked slowly.
“Keep watching, love,” he muttered in my ear.
My cheeks flushed with warmth as the man knelt and pushed into her from behind.
She moaned loudly, and the melody of the instruments increased along with that. She lay unguarded in front of him, and he started pounding into her, slowly at first, and then he did something that churned my stomach.
He held her hair in his fist and pulled her face back, making her cry out loud.
“He’s hurting her,” I said, glancing at him, and he slowly shook his head.
“No, he isn’t. She’s enjoying it,” he intoned, and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“Why would she enjoy her hair being pulled like that?” I questioned, and he kissed my cheek.
“A bit of pain is sweet in lovemaking,” he drawled, and I turned my gaze back to them.
Well, he wasn’t even watching. He didn’t know.
Leaving her hair, he held both sides of her waist and began thrusting into her faster. She collapsed on the mattress, pressing her face into the sheet, and I tightened my hold on his wrist.
“Would you also enjoy doing something like that to me?”
He laughed softly, taking his time, and whispered in my ear, “Trust me, you’re going to beg me to do it this way.”
His words aroused me intensely, and I gulped.
“No, I’d never,” I muttered, but he said nothing in reply.
I watched as they shifted; the man on the mattress and the girl on him.
He tilted into my cheek and asked in a slow voice, “Would you enjoy riding me like that?”
A smile spread across my face as I gulped and answered, “Trust me, you’re going to beg me to do it this way.”
He laughed at my response and kissed my cheek.
“You’re the only woman I can beg to,” he remarked as I witnessed the woman riding the man slowly, with perfect synchronisation. She was rolling her hips in a circle, and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“Does it feel good to men?” I asked, and he nodded.
“It does, and imagine watching you naked, riding me, and you are moaning my name; that’d be such a delight,” he teased, and I slapped his hand slowly.
“Shut up; my imagination is slow,” I said, and suddenly she moved away from him unexpectedly, and he followed.
Then, the man pinned the woman against the pole in the stage’s corner and abruptly lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“What’s he doing?” I asked right away.
“Living my dream,” he whispered.
I gritted my teeth and watched the man thrust into the woman, holding her up in his embrace.
Her moans grew more intense and louder, and picturing it happening to me made me shiver.
Kunwar-sa was taller than this man, even more muscular and stronger. He would have the bigger one, too. That meant I would be moaning louder than her.
“Is that your dream?” I asked slowly, and he nodded, rubbing his cheek against mine.
“Yes,” he muttered.
I bit my lip and shook my head shyly. “I will die, Kunwar-sa,”
He caressed my cheek, and with my eyes fluttering shut, his lips met mine, first softly, then more intensely.
“That’s okay. Only this kind of death is allowed for you to enjoy,” he muttered against my lips.
“Shall we go now?” I asked in a slow voice.
He kissed my lips again and muttered. “As you wish, Sumanika Ji,”
And I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.
But suddenly, that couple caught my attention. Her moans filled the room, and suddenly, he pulled himself out, and she knelt before him and started sucking him again.
I suddenly felt disgusted looking at them and turned to look at him.