Him
Walking out of the corridor, she looks at me like she’s about to say something before my friends cut in.
“Hey, come sit – we were just talking about you. Divit told us that you used to be a singer at school,” Mira asks Disha, taking a seat across.
Good! Now I can have a full view of her. I grin with a knowing while she shifts uncomfortably, probably realizing how horribly her plan to avoid me is failing.
“Who told you that?” she asks Divit.
She’s going to get my best friend killed, the way she’s exchanging soft smiles with him.
Poor bastard, Divit.
But he smartly signals at me in response to her question. I watch her frown and turn away. Unblinking at the absolutely adorable creature before me. God! She’s breathtaking even when she’s pissed.
Rayan elbows me breaking my spell, whispering to me, “Dude, stop staring. You’re looking like a total creep.”
“I am a creep. But when did you start caring about being one?” I mock him amusingly.
He does not get to teach other people manners when he has a history full of questionable mannerisms.
He curses under his breath before smiling and looking away.
I refocus my attention on the masterpiece in front of my eyes, clad in sangria sweater dress. The ankle length boots do absolutely nothing to hide the smooth skin between it and the short length of her dress.
My nostrils flare at the sight; I need to drag her away.
I tap my fingers at the wooden armrest of the bench I am seated on, to ease off my flaring nerves.
I know she needs time. But the way her eyes set me on fire, it’s impossible to control without looking away.
“You need to sing something for us. Please...” Mira pleads her.
If only they could hear her sing for me when I impale her on my cock. Maybe then they would shut up!I smile on the insider joke.
“Come on guys. Don’t bug her on her first day here,” Divit interrupts their chatter before turning to Disha with a smile on his face, “Why don’t we go out for a while. I could show you around. What do you say?” Disha ignores my glare; and Divit, that bastard grins at me, after seeing my reaction to his words.
He knows what I am thinking right now. I want him dead.
I walk over to them as soon as they get up to leave, taking her hand in mine, “You know what – I remembered, I had to go out for a walk anyways. I’ll show her around.” I yank her towards me, earning a glare from her when she collides with me before walking away.
On my way out I turn towards Divit, standing still in the same spot; to give him the glorious middle finger salute. He grins in response; and I know he knows what I take this as.
She is not a challenge, and I’m not taking any jokes on her.
“CAN’T YOU LEAVE MEfor one second?” She hurries away from me and towards the woods. Stomping her foot like a mad child. Adorable.
I suppress the smile and follow her instead.
Walking over to the shed, I push her to the wall placing my leg between hers and pinning her hands by the sides, trapping her to face me.
“Look at me, Disha.”
She’s still avoiding my eyes.
“I am starting to get the idea that you like the punishments I subject you to.”
My threats always hit the bull’s eye, and she instantly gets in the submissive headspace.
“What did I do now?” she asks naively. But I do know how na?ve she was when she was doing the sweet talk with my almost deceased buddy.
“Did you not roll your eyes when I clearly glared at you about going out with him?”
She averts her gaze, “That’s all you do.”
The mockery in her words clearly challenging my patience.
“What? What is going on with being so daring around me, sweetheart? Has it been too long?” I lower my head just a little so her eyes are captured by mine, “And here I was under the impression that you wanted to stay away from me. When certainly, you want the opposite – with the way you keep provoking me all the time.”
“I want to stay away from you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t go around with other people. Why are you behaving like a jealous ex?”
A jealous ex?!I may be jealous, but I’m never going to be an ex.
I lift my knee just enough to rub it against the negligible lace of her underwear. Intentions are painted over my face when I say it.
“I maybe any other alphabet of your dictionary sweetheart; but I’ll never be an x. Even when you beg me to. Consider yourself trapped, forever with me.”
The look on her flushed face is gorgeous. And she might be averting her eyes from mine, gulping down a visible lump in her throat; but I can tell – it’s not fright triggering that response.
It’s the realization of never being able to get rid of me that’s making her cheeks red, and turning her heat on quite visibly.
The moment her pussy starts salivating, I deny her the pleasure of grinding against my knee and pull back.
“Let’s go, sweetheart. You don’t want to be late to see Cookie,” I say trailing off into the woods while she hurries behind me exhaling an exasperated huff.
“Wait for me... ouch!”
When I turn, she’s hopping on holding one ankle – grumbling, “Why is this place so –”
“Admit it, muffin – you’ll always need me around. And I’ll gladly comply.”
I chuckle seeing her irritated face, extending a hand for her to hold on to; which she obviously avoids.
“I don’t need you; I can take care of myself. You wanted to show me around, and you know this place well. So, you should at least wait for me.”
Although a liar myself, something about her lies never fails to get on my nerves. Moreover, I lied to stay close to her, while she lies to stay away from me.
“So, you don’t need me. Fine –” I raise my hands in surrender, “Hey, why don’t we play a game. You try not to fall and I’ll show you around. But if you do –”
“– You won’t show me around? Duh!”
Shrugs in situations like these are a clear mark of overconfidence. But her being overconfident is a win-win for us both.
I walk back towards her and lean over a tree trunk so we are face to face, “If you do fall, I’ll rail you there and then.”
I smirk as blood drains from her face. My lovely nervous muffin is back.
She licks her lips crossing her arms on her chest, “What? Why would I play a game with you? What’s in it for me?”
“Your freedom. For twenty-four hours. No restraints at all.” I know how this is going to end so I might as well entice her into it. “I won’t follow you, neither will I stop you from hanging out with anyone. What do you say?”
Her eyes narrow for obvious reasons; suspicion and calculations, I get it. But the fake virtuousness on my face does the trick and she takes my hand agreeing to the deal. Except she should know better than signing a deal with the devil.
She never learns. And I hope she never does.
“But you have to keep following me, don’t miss where I go. Okay?” She nods in agreement.
We begin our walk towards the lake she visited last night in an unpleasant time of the night. The visibility was very low then; but tonight, the moon is high up in the sky. And every detail of the beautiful terrain is lighted except particularly shady places like those on the inner part of the thick tree line.
I take it slow during the first part of our journey of reaching by the lake side, making sure she gains more than necessary confidence on our way back.
“The view here is so serene... none of this was visible last night,” she speaks shutting her lids, capturing in the beauty of the night.
Although, her smile is clearly prettier than the full moon.
“Let’s go to the dock... do you own a boat too?”
“I do. But are you sure you want to meet Cookie up close. That lake...” I point, “...is unfortunately, not the kind where you just go and dive into. Unless, of course, you don’t love your life.”
She moves cautiously when I take her hand and move into the sandy zone near the lake.
“You see them there,” I point to two unmoving rocks on the shore, “those are her children.”
Her eyes widen in horror; her brain processing the slow movements in the water.
“And that one there – is our Cookie.”
The giant croc makes its way up the waters to the sandy shore before pausing at a spot. Disha takes a step back when I hold her hand, stilling her movements instantly.
“Stand still and watch her. She’s not fast but her attack can be undeniably lethal.” A smile curls on my lips at the thought of making her nervous. “You know why I love such a savage being so much?”
She eyes me nervously; a drop of sweat trickling down the side of her neck.
“Because once she gets a hold of her prey, there’s no escape for them.”
And she does get the implied meaning behind my words. Because her eyes are locked on to mine for a few seconds before she clears her throat breaking the eye connection, trying to sound as cool and composed as possible. But the loud thumping of her heartbeat and the heavy breathing is giving her away.
What she doesn’t realize is that I am an evolved predator and I very well know how to detect when my prey is on the losing end of the chase.
“I’m thirsty, I need water. Let’s head back.”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond, instead she’s going back the way we came in. Only that is the wrong route.
But who am I to guide her. I might wait her out till she either gets exhausted or meets the earth.
“Whatever you wish, muffin.” I lick my lips before following her track.
AFTER MOVING AROUNDfor about fifteen minutes and not being able to find a single sign of the house lights from our cabin, she gives up panting and worn out; trying to balance her weight on her knees finding a log of wood to sit on.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to sit on that log.”
“Why?” her brows furrow in confusion.
“Because sweetheart, there can be many different organisms living on and under it – that you might not want crawling into your butt.” My voice a mere whisper, making her spook enough to yell and run crashing into me only narrowly escaping a fall.
Right where you belong.
“Oh, I’m sorry...” She tugs a stray lock of rich brown hair behind her ear as she pulls back.
I could keep watching her tidy her locks for an entire lifetime. But the need of the hour is to make her fall. So, I can catch her and keep my promise.
“I want you to feel sorry, but for entirely different reasons...” I smirk at her lovely mannerisms.
“Oh my God! Why are you always so flirtatious – with those comments. Now I get why they used to swoon over Mr. oh so charming –”
Just when she starts off in another direction alone, I ask her loudly one last time, her final chance of surrender, “Are you sure – you still don’t need me?”
She turns back at me without giving up on walking away and mocks, “I don’t need you. And tell me – are you jealous that I’m about to win –”
That’s the moment of overconfidence that costs her; her balance – and her bet. As she stumbles over the woody stem of a liana and she falls.
And right at that moment, I catch her; avoiding any real damage. But she’s looking at me shallow breathed and wide eyed; she knows her mistake.
And that makes me smirk again.
“What were you saying? I’m not jealous – but I sure am malicious and you know it. and heck yes, I am greedy too,” I wink before settling down on my knees trapping her legs in between, “So, as per my bet, I will fuck you right here and right now – with all of the wildlife watching us. While you’ll be the compliant lady that you are.”
“Nakul...please.” Pleading. Adorable!
“We had a deal. Are you backing out? Because that would make you a very bad girl, and bad girls get punished.” I shrug in the most honest manner.
“How do you expect me to forgive you so soon and make love in spite of everything you’ve done?”
And that is an entirely different tactic. Like I wouldn’t understand that she’s looking for any possible ways out. But there aren’t any, my lovely muffin.
“I am not expecting forgiveness from you, because none of those things were unintentional. My intentions were clear from the start; and you knew it. You knew because I wrote about them to you. So, no – I don’t need forgiveness for the things that I’ve done on purpose.” The rage in me speaks for itself, as the beast in me snarls at her useless shields.
Does it make me a bad person? Perhaps.
An egoist? Maybe.
A heedless self-centered inconsiderate scoundrel?
But do I care? Of course not.
I wanted her. That was the only motivation that ever clouded my mind. My already sinister mind. And I had absolutely no regards for any worthless morals that may stop me from dragging her to my hell.
“As far as the sex part is concerned, you only need to cooperate for once – as per our agreement, sweetheart.” My thumb grazes the corner of her lips, “Trust me just once. Perhaps, you might end up surprised.”
The night is beautiful – with the clouds floating away in the soft white light of the moon. Luckily for her the patch of land she fell has comparatively less vegetative growth on it and is more of a brown patch than green.
I suck in sharply as she lowers her gaze in submission.
“You know how lovely you look submitting to me. It’s like old times. Do you remember my threat? The one about using that pretty mouth for other purposes.” Holding her chin up to look at me, “I guess the time has come. Why don’t you show me how pretty those lips look wrapped around my cock.”
She looks at me with pleading eyes as I whisper, “Don’t make me wait, or I may have to rethink about not making this gentle.”
She bites her bottom lip as she unbuckles my belt with trembling hands, along with the button on my denim, before unzipping it and pulling out my length in her soft hands.
That’s when I realize she’s never touched me there before. And now when she is doing it, it’s oddly exhilarating.
The moment I see her breathing on the glistening tip of my cock, I lose it.
“Fuck! Are you planning to take it in or do you want me to come on your face even before it’s in?” I groan.
Within seconds I am losing my jacket and rocking my hips to mimic a hand job motion as she holds me. Rubbing the oozing pre-cum on her lips like the favorite lipstick she keeps enticing me with.
Like a medicine my potion works on her needy mouth as she licks her lips before sticking out her tongue licking slowly at the slit on the head.
God! The sight before me is shooting me straight to the stars. Needy her is just as appetizing as the scared version of her.
Pushing my cock inside her mouth, I see her gape trying to take the girth as much as possible inside before twirling her tongue around it. The wetness in her warm mouth feels like all the heavens showering their damned love juices on my dick all at once.
I pace the rocking motion at the same time as she starts increasing her pace around my dick, taking in an inch more every time she salivates. The more the juices in her mouth gush on my dick, the more I’m losing my breath.
She’s a sorceress, I am certain.
I brush back her hair in a tight knot around my hand, facilitating a harder and faster rhythm. Her soft moans are hardly audible between the shameless gurgling and slurping sounds.
I am hardly holding myself together, grunts that are almost inevitable – the way drool is slipping past our junction smearing her chin in our juices.
I pull my dick out for a minute to admire the lust filled eyes of this pious goddess being corrupted at the length of my dick. Slapping it on her face, I take note of the way her slobber leaks down her chin; almost the entirety of her face covered in it.
“I wish I could show you how devastating you look right now. You could easily murder me with that look in your eyes alone.” I slap my length on her dripping lips once again, more brutally this time before ramming it inside her mouth again.
“Such a good little slave! Take it all baby... Kill me.” I push my inches down her the warm cavity of her throat.
The feral intensity with which I want to plunge myself into her, even if it bruises the insides of her slim neck. And I don’t even regret it. If we die doing this, we can always come back in another life – and repeat the same mistake again.
Tears of pleasure mark the sides of her eyes and down her cheeks when she chokes on my cock; and with a hard bruising push I empty inside her greedy mouth.
And she drinks it. She fucking likes it. Because I can see her gulp it down without the usual plead or guilt in her eyes.
I draw my dick out of her breathless mouth, “You have no idea how exquisite you look.”
Taking off my tee in one swift motion, I quickly pull her dress above her head, pausing at the forearms.
Her euphoric eyes look at me with confusion, when I push her to the ground.
“What are you doing?”
I only smile in response.
Wrapping the dress around her hands, I pull a live vine of the liana; before wrapping it on top of the fabric. With the dress between her hand and the vine, it won’t bite the skin.
When I look down at the length of her body, I find her wearing yet another pair of lacy underwear.
“Told you none of them are making back home, sweetheart.” I grin while she averts her gaze timidly.
“Avoid my eyes as much as you can. Once we start the fucking, I want you to look at me muffin.”
I take second noticing the enchantress below me. A deeper blush grazes her pink cheeks. Perhaps, she’s done holding back.
The trek knife was initially a companion for entirely different reasons. But now, its purpose has been redirected from carving flesh to prepping the best bondage she would have ever imagined.
With her hands and legs tied up in vines, she looks no less than a work of art. Not like she was any less before.
When the work is done, I lower myself on her breasts; stabbing the blade on the ground beside her, startling her instantly.
My teeth grazing at the lace bra, “These – do not require my knife.”
I lick at the swollen peaks with the tip of my tongue, “A little force of my teeth is enough to make them fall open for me, sweetheart.”
A shiver running down her body as I tug on the delicate material with enough force to tear it open; freeing her fullness from the restraint they were forcefully put in.
A moan escapes her lips the moment I run the tip of my tongue on the underside of her left breast before filling my mouth with the entire boob and suckling on it. My hand plays with the nipple on the other as my eyes trace the smooth expanse of her skin watching her head fall back with the sudden rush of euphoria.
I pop the breast free before moving to the second one, making sure each one is red enough when I release them from my mouth. I wait for a moment looking for a reaction, but when she does react, I almost lose control all over again.
She’s looking at me with those eyes – innocence rimmed around it; the most intoxicating potions in the world all resting in that one look at the same time.
The eyes I fucking fell for in the first glance.
“Fuck! Muffin, I really wanted to keep it gentle tonight, but you keep fucking provoking me.”
She moans in response to my sudden closeness, when I pounce on her neck nibbling on it, leaving soft kisses on my way down to her chest. Leaving little love bites on her mounds for us to admire later on, nibbling on my way down until my mouth reaches the slit where her bud resides. Tearing open the lacy material of her underwear with a single tug of my teeth.
I glance in her direction as she squirms and wriggles by the sensations that my hot breath is leaving on her clitoris, while I part her legs leaving a view of the appetizer open.
“Look at me sweetheart. I want to know if you like what you see?”
She looks at me from beneath the hooded lids, licking her lips in anticipation.
With the flat on my tongue on her pulsating clit, I make sure to make the movement painfully slow.
With just the tip of my tongue, I gently start grazing her bean and when she starts closing her eyes, I catch the soft flesh of her sensitive inner thigh between my teeth, “Don’t you dare shut your eyes, or I’ll bite your sweet love button and see whether it grows back.”
The sudden rush of a different hormone makes her eyes widen.
“No. It was my mistake.” she says breathlessly, “Won’t happen again.”
“Do I need to remind you – who you’re talking to?” I tease her – biting closer to her opening this time.
“I won’t repeat my mistake... Master.”
I grin at her spontaneity, while her expression dances between frustration and arousal.
Suckling on the bitten organ, I look at her red face, “Good. Now remember it next time before trying your savagery on me.” She bites her lips, furrowing her brows in my response nearly escaping a disconnected eye contact.
I let my spit fall on her pussy before sticking the flat of my tongue on the bud and licking at the entire stretch of her sensitive flesh. Never letting her eyes escape mine.
I repeat the action pausing for one or two seconds in between to make sure she is getting used to looking at the man on her eating her alive. Because that’s the only one she’s going to see for the rest of her life.
I slowly increase the rhythm of my tongue, until I’m twirling it around her throbbing pussy, when she groans in joy, almost escaping a bite to the clit again.
“Careful, muffin. Eyes on me. Okay?”
She nods in response trying her best to keep the eye contact.
Right now, the only thing separating our eye connection is her droopy eyelids and thick lashes. And that look on her face is everything. Everything that I could ever hope for.
Lifting her hips, a little, I dive into the slippery folds, licking her juices as they cry their way out of her dripping pussy.
Stretching her folds with a free hand, I push my tongue deep inside her, making her jolt and cry out in pleasure.
She’s clenching her fist so tight; it might break skin with the sheer force of her nails. But that’s an indication that she’s loving this way too much. You like to be eaten. Noted.
I continue to fuck her pussy with my hungry set of muscles, until her body convulses gushing out hot juices in its wake, leaving her absolutely breathless and heated.
The rise and fall of her breasts while she breaths heavily – the shivers on her lips – the contractions on her belly – all indicating the spasms left in the wake of a powerful orgasm.
The silvery glow of the moon makes every movement on her body look like an intensified version of itself. She’s the most exquisite of jewels that I could have ever been lucky enough to earn.
I get up and start undoing her legs with my knife.
“What the hell are you doing?” her breathless frustration is extremely amusing. And adorable at the same time.
“Releasing you,” I say blankly. Teasingly.
Get on your knees for me, muffin. Confess!
“What? But why?” Disappointment eminent in her wide eyes.
I walk over to her, getting down on a knee; bending so our lips are inches apart, “If you want something – ask for it.”
Biting her bottom lip, she contemplates the thoughts making her eyes dance in every possible direction before exhaling a conceding breath.
“Okay... Aren’t you going to –”
Tsking, I whisper, “No questions, muffin. Only demands.”
She looks into my eyes for moments that feel like forever, before snatching away my soul with three magical words when she whispers in my mouth.
“Fuck me, Master.”
My eyes instantly darken. The devil inside waking up once again, rising to his throne and I gladly accept defeat.
Without wasting another moment, I crash my lips to her. Like I want to suck every breath – every ounce of lifeforce out of her fragile body.
I help her up turning her around so her delicate body is on all fours with her hands still bound together.
“That’s how mating in a jungle should look like. Like we’re animals in the heat.”
Her only response is the visible gulp down her throat.
Yanking off my tee shirt with one hand I quickly position my painfully hard length on her throbbing entrance. Wrapping her beautiful soft waves around my fist, before tugging on it –slipping into her warmth in one go.
She screams in response to the sudden intrusion while my cock fills the entirety of her insides.
Tsking, I tug on her hair again pushing my cock even deeper, “Screaming already, sweetheart. Once I’m balls deep inside you, there won’t be any breath left in your lungs to scream out.”
Her pleasured cries are only increasing my appetite.
“I don’t think I can manage more than that, Master,” she speaks between the whimpers.
“Perhaps, we’ll have to stretch you a little. I’ll be glad to tear you just a little to accommodate me. Consider that your gift for talking back.”
My own voice hoarse with arousal while I keep pushing my way in, holding her hair tightly pulled back.
“You’re starting to scare me, Master.” She pants.
My other hand reaches her throat, pressing on the sides with enough force to choke her playfully, while I bend down to whisper into her ear.
“You never learn. Stop talking before I lose it, muffin.”
Biting my way down the smooth expanse of her back, I push almost all of me in before hitting the cervical wall. Her head tilts back while her back arches with the excruciating joy exploding on her insides.
“You like it when I make you feel full. Don’t you, sweetheart?” I speak almost breathlessly, “Let me tell you something. Now when you’ve had it, you’ll keep wanting me. Because no other will ever fill you the way I do. We fit perfectly!”
“I swear – I no longer want anyone but you anyways, Nakul.”
She pleads, tightening her hold around me, “I beg you... Drag me to hell with you. Give me your all. I want to be yours.”
“Fuck! You’ll be the death of me. A glorious death.”
And with that confession, I start humping her from behind as fast as my pulsating cock can go. Thrusting so hard, she’s hardly breathing – or crying – or whining. Sweat and tears mixing on their way, before travelling their way down her body.
Her cunt getting rightfully punished to be so enticing that it has clouded my reasoning for such a long length of time. Piercing her in a way that even the jungle is stunned; silently staring – awe struck at the union of two bodies and souls.
“You did this to me. Now bear the consequence of keeping me your captive for so many years.” My words hardy audible, behind our heavy breathing and pained groans.
Grabbing her hair, I make her get up to her knees, my cock never leaving its new home. I force her head sideways so she has a clear view of me.
“Look at your captive, Disha. See what you’ve turned me into. I am an unreasonable being; a degraded being. I am nothing when I am not inside you. You took everything from me; and now you want all of me?” My lips graze the side of her neck as I speak, “I possess none of me – you do. So now claim what is already yours.”
She melts into my mouth, rocking her hips taking the thickness inside her furthermore; impaling herself mercilessly.
My hands release her hair and grab her throat, “Careful muffin... I might not be able to control the animosity anymore.”
“I like you more when you’re not in control, Master.”
She must be out of her mind to say something like that; knowing full well that I am capable of breaking her.
The thrusts that follow are not a result of my own libido; it’s the kind of effect that is unavoidable when she is actually talking like I always fantasized about her.
Her fluids make matters worse. She’s coming on my cock inside her; melodiously screaming in fulfillment while I release inside her.
Our juices mixing together, and gushing to the earth below when I pull my still hard length out.
Holding her by the waist, I rise to my feet. Pulling her up with me, before placing a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. But her hand reaches mine, trying to free herself from my hold.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? Can you stand?”
“I think – I can.” Her words are barely audible out of exhaustion.
She hardly manages to stand upright, taking my hand for support.
I quickly cut open the bindings on her wrist, releasing her dress to cover her up.
Clearing her throat, she speaks softly, averting my eyes all over again, “Please lead the way. I don’t want to be out in the open for any longer.”
“You must be sore. Let me carry you.”
“No,” she hesitates, “Your friends might still be back in the house.”
I smile before picking her up in my arms.
“They’ve left about an hour ago. But even if they were there, I still would have carried you like this, muffin. Every one of my friends have a rough idea about just how crazy I am about you. And for how long I have been.”
The flushed skin visibly heating. Adorable.
“Trust me when I say that I love you. And that I’m not shy showing it.”
She hides her face in my chest while I carry her back to the bedroom, placing her on the couch. Heading to prep the bath.
My love needs a warm bath. And some hot chocolate, maybe.
I’ll treat her the way she should be treated, and maybe... Just maybe – that way I’ll finally be able to win her love.