Chapter 17 | Her
The good thing about a cloudy Sunday morning is that there’s enough time to admire the shapes and shades of ash and gray clouds in the sky, sitting in cozy comfort of my home.
Away from forceful mandates and unsympathetic people and into the love and liberty of your own self.
The dim and windy weather turns me on without even trying. I went out for a walk in the morning only to return back because of the light drizzle that started. Can’t deny the fact that I was hoping to see Nakul on my way. I don’t feel like I have it in me to message him asking whether he’s still vexed with me. However, I still don’t get the point of why he was angry on me the way he was.
But that maybe because he felt deeply about the state I was in that morning. And he wasn’t wrong; I was in no health to travel or risk showing the marks on my body. But I did anyways.
I open his contact, contemplating the idea of sending him a text to meet me. Fighting the urge to ask for his address. I could go and visit him, as a sorry gesture. My mind is arguing at the idea unable to rest to a conclusion when a message pops up on my phone.
Nakul: You back?
He texted me. He texted me. Yes! Yes!
I feel something new in my belly. Something like a swarm of butterflies rising from the depths of the pit where I had kept them locked.
Butterflies that I can let out just this time.
Me: Hi... yes!
Nakul: Great... So, what are you doing today?
Is that all he’s asking, or is he leading...
Me: Nothing really... chilling, I guess.
Nakul: Okay...
A few seconds of absolute silence pass by before another ping on my phone lights up the screen.
Nakul: So... Would you want to go out with me, sometime... today?
I rub my eyes once...twice...; breathlessly inhaling and kind of dizzy, like someone suddenly cut the oxygen supply to my head. Did he just...?
Me: I think... I could do that.
Nakul: Would eight be fine?
Act nonchalant, Disha. My fingers are shaking and I feel giddy.
Me: Yeah, that should work.
Nakul: I’ll come pick you... It’s a date!
He said it... He asked me out! I hope people can’t hear the happy screams inside my head, because I guess I’m loud right now.
A wide grin is spread across my face, making way for the deep crimson to rise on my cheeks.
Somehow, I knew this was coming.
And I don’t know exactly what turns me on more. The fact that he can be so nice to me even when all I did after his kindness that day was avoid him for the entire duration that I was home. Or the fact that he asked me out knowing full well the possibility of seeing a ring on my hand.
Do you like the stubbornness? Maybe.
I need to find a nice dress, because I’m too invested in this and I want to look my best; even if that makes me a horrible person considering the fact that I’m still supposed to be grieving and trying to recover the loss of an asshole of a fiancé who passed away only a few days back.
About an hour into my dig, I find myself staring at a pile of clothes I have towered on the foot of my bed. So confusing to pick one, the critique in me is in full swing ever since the butterflies emerged from inside of my belly.
A single knock on my door ends my sweet daydream. Peeping through the eyehole I find nothing but thin air staring right back at me. I still unlock the door, hoping it wasn’t a ghost or something only to find something sitting at the entrance. A hamper... Again! I look around with curious eyes, dreading picking it up to look at the name card.
When I find the name card unsigned, a realization hits the back of my mind. It can be only him... to creep the fuck up and leave gifts at my doorstep. And as much as I want to repay him for what he did for me in that party, I’m not sure if I want to sabotage my date for it.
‘Don’t mistake my love for forgiveness, muffin. Your punishment... Did you forget about it?’ The words echo through my mind like wildfire putting all the calm from before to chaos. Not today...shit!
I keep the package on the nightstand because I can’t put it away; I don’t feel the need to purposefully piss a madman off.
Do I have the courage to find out the contents of this package? Hell No!
But I’ll have to open it eventually; even if I don’t do it now, he’ll make me do it. He might even make it worse for me then.
I remove the foil cover with shaky hands to find a white box with a pink bow on it. Looks innocent, but with him I’ve learnt that looks can only be deceptive.
On the inside is a pink tongue shaped device with a black pill attached to it. A message tone from my phone catches my attention. Obviously, instruction from the Master himself. Jerk!
Unknown: Liked your gift, muffin?
Me: What the hell is this? What am I supposed to do with it?
A new message pops on my screen only a minute later.
Unknown: I was waiting for that question... Look for the instruction on the back of the box.
My face turns red the moment I realize what this thing is. Double shit! It’s a vibrator. This guy sure has some sick fantasies in store for me.
Unknown: You’re blushing! Can I lick your face?
God! He really is crazy, why do I keep forgetting that?
Me: I am not blushing. It’s just hot in here.
Unknown: Liar! I can tell by the looks of it; the places where the heat is spreading. Do you want me to tell you?
The heat on my cheeks is spreading down my body. And he’s right its travelling to places that it has no business going. Worst part is that I know it is because of the unabashed comments this jerk has the audacity of putting through.
Me: No. Spare me!
Unknown: Sparing you is the last thing I might ever do, even if you put a blade to my neck.
I stare at my phone for a few seconds, regretting why I ever thought of returning the favor in the first place.
Unknown: Impressed? Now wear it. You’ll be beyond impressed after you see what it can do to you.
I side eye the towel resting on the ottoman, contemplating whether to use it for the sake of my decency. But the moment I move forward to pick it up, a new text pops up on the screen stealing my attention instantly.
Unknown: Put it on the mirror.
Something is wrong. Is this a test?
I pick the towel, still unsure whether he is instructing me or just playing a game. The next message confirms my doubts.
Unknown: Cover it... I dare you!
So, it was a threat.
The events of that night flush in my mind, reminding his clear instruction not to ever cover the mirror or he might pay me a visit every single time. I drop the towel down, instantaneously. The last thing I want today is for this maniac to spoil my day by visiting me.
Unknown: Good girl! Now wear it before I lose my patience with you.
The heat and blood drains from my face on his threat, as I rush to pull down my pants and underwear before slipping the vibrator inside it as per the instruction manual. Pulling back my pants I look in the mirror.
“Satisfied? Psychopath!”
Unknown: And here I thought you were thankful or something.
“I am thankful. But I’ve already said it.”
Unknown: Prove it!
“What do you mean?”
A sudden buzz of vibration near my core has me startled; grabbing the sheets, involuntarily cursing under my breath.
Unknown: Wear it today. Take it off only when I tell you to.
“The whole damned day?” I tremble from the vibrations, silently whimpering as they come and go. The jerk wants me to be at his mercy. To keep texting him the entire fucking day, and beg him to stop. To be occupied with him no matter where or with who I am.
He’s sharp. And am I surprised? No. Because that’s just him being him.
Unknown: You can take it off if you want to find out what happens after that.
There goes another threat. I am starting to believe that he’s set to spoil any chances I have for happiness to enter my life.
A sudden change in intensity of the vibration has my thighs clenched. My teeth find my lower lip, fighting any moans that may arise as an after effect of the sudden demise of the powerful pulsation; but the muffled-up groans and cusses are giving me away easily.
I can imagine the sex craved maniac smiling and licking his lips on my reaction to his stupid game.
Unknown: Oh, muffin! You are killing me with that appetizing reaction. Do you know how bad I am controlling the urge to come over and satiate my thirst with all the juices that are filling you right now.
An angry frown takes over my annoyed face, “Fuck you!”
Unknown: Promise???
“Can you shut up for two minutes?” My mind is clouded as I am trying to fight and delay the sweet orgasm building deep inside me.
Unknown: Only if you scream for me baby, rather than fighting the orgasm that has been building in your juicy little slit.
He turns up the intensity of the vibrations to a dangerously intoxicating point. I feel dazed as the tongue shaped device pulsates on the sensitive nerve endings, spread on the stretch of my flesh, from the clit to right inside my pussy. The sensations are enough to drive away any shame or guilt that may have ever existed inside my head as I moan and whine through the lust filled clouds of pleasure climbing in my head.
My mind is shutting down any traces of pride left inside me, as I lay on the bed, back arched and thighs spread wide, clenching the sheets as I grind on the vibrator beneath me.
Like a sudden explosion of the pressure building between my legs, the orgasm emanates right through me, leaving the folds of my lady bits creamy with victory. The aftershocks leave me with a vulnerable feeling of being watched through my performance which only intensifies the sick pleasure the dark corners of my mind are engulfed in.
A moment later another message arrives... He has something more to say?
Unknown: You are going to be so much fun when I spread you beneath me. I’m afraid, I’ll have to visit you soon baby.
“But I did exactly what you demanded, Master.” I mock at him and I wish he couldn’t read it on my face. I must be out of my mind to do so, but the orgasm has me dazed enough to restart my system up inside my brain.
Unknown: You’ll kill me with that bratty mouth of yours, sweetheart.
Unknown: I am not done with you! Just remember that.
I have lately become a dump for the threats this jerk comes up with. But that’s not the worst problem.
Worst is when he follows through it every single time.