Ahana
Now its almost midnight and the whole house had finally gone quiet after all the chaos of Ishani’s welcome party. The laughter, the music, the endless chatter, the double meaning adult games… everything is now finished.
Honestly we all had fun and I personally feel almost everything ended on a good note…
Except one thing.
That Simran mam.
I swear I want to kill Aastik right now. Did he too had crush on her? Of course he had that's why he fought with some random boy who tried to impress her!
I was preparing our bed, spreading the bed sheets and fluffing the pillows, when he suddenly came from behind without making a sound and kept his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist.
And just like that he pulled me into a warm, tight hug.... His body was pressed lightly against my back as he breathed out slowly.
"Thank God they went home. I wanted to hug you for so long… huh, now I found peace" he murmured slowly near my neck.
If this would have been some other time I would have melted right there in his arms and completely given up but now... My anger was legit taking over my mind, burning hotter with every passing second.
My jaw clenched tightly as I elbowed him hard in the stomach. Hard enough to hear him groan and clutch his midsection, bending slightly forward.
"Arrrggghh what was this about, sweetheart" he asked as if he don't know. So fucking unaware.
I turned at him sharply, letting my open, long hairs whip across his face like a slap. I grabbed his collar firmly with both hands and pulled him closer so he could clearly see the fire in my eyes.
"Why are you coming to me now huh? Go to your Simran mam" I gritted out in jealousy.
He looked at me completely dumbfounded with a deep frown forming between his brows as he tried to process my sudden outburst.
"What? Where did Simran ma’am even come from all of a sudden? Oh wait... did you just elbow me for that? Sweetheart… are you actually jealous of her? I mean.... by now she’s married... probably even has kids. There’s really nothing to be jealous of." He said removing my hands and moving towards the bed, sitting near the edge.
"And does that make my jealousy fade away? You! You're such a bad husband! Such a liar!" I pushed him down on the mattress with both hands, making him fall back against the pillows.
I quickly hovered over him causing my long hair cascading down around us like a curtain, trapping him beneath me.
"Aaj Avyan bhaiya agar ye topic nhi nikalte, I would have never known that you had a crush on your school teacher? Simran mam!"
(If Avyan bhaiya hadn’t brought this up today, I would’ve never known you had a crush on your school teacher....Simran ma’am!)
"Sweetheart, don't take my job and let me be the one hovering over you..." he said with that teasing glint in his eyes, his hands were already reaching up to hold my waist.
"Shut up!" I cut him off sharply.
"And why should I?" He replied instantly. "Why should I shut up when my wifey is clearly misunderstanding of me having a crush on someone else… when my very first crush is my wifey herself?" he said, pulling my waist firmly with both hands, making me lose balance and fall straight onto his chest with a small gasp.
"First crush? Me?" I asked with wide eyes. My voice came out softer than I intended and the burning anger inside me.. i felt it suddenly losing its grip as I stared down at him in surprise.
"What do you think then? My first crush had always been you, sweetheart." he said nudging his nose gently near my cheeks. His hot breath fanned over my face, carrying that familiar scent making my heart jiggle.
"You're not lying right? You're serious?" I asked breathing in deeply.
"What shall I do to make you believe in me?" he murmured huskily against my skin, his warm breath sending fresh goosebumps racing across my body. He trailed slow, wet kisses down my neck and along my collarbones, deliberately lingering on every sensitive spot as if savoring the way I trembled above him.
"Give me the proof then" I whispered softly, my eyes fluttering shut on their own as I felt my resolve weakening against his teasing words and the addictive warmth of his body.
"Mmhmm… c..choriye na… M..mene to e..ek baar bhi aise p..proof krne ko nhi bola" I stammered, my voice breaking into soft, uneven breaths as his kisses made it harder and harder to even think straight.
(Mmhmm… l-leave me na… I… I never even asked you to p-prove it like that…)
"Pull back if it's a no from you" he said, deliberately loosening his hold on my waist, giving me the space to move away knowing very well that now..for me... Moving back is not an option.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him for a long moment. Then I gently cupped his face with both hands and answered "It's a yes… but only if you let me take control today."
He started at me for a second before reaching up and slowly gatherimh my hair in his fist. "You really think you can handle me tonight, sweetheart?"
"Wanna bet?" I replied boldly, my gaze dropping to linger on his slightly parted lips for a moment before rising back to meet his eyes, feeling a fresh wave of confidence and excitement rush through me.
"Sure. Why not" he replied clearly underestimating me and I couldn't help but smirk back at him, already planning how I would make him eat his words tonight.
You took me too lightly, my dear husband.
"And If it gets too much, just say 'red' that's your safe word." I smirked sliding both my hands down to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt one by one revealing his sexy damn body as I threw the shirt on the floor.
My bites marks, nails marks from last night had started to fade but was still visible enough to look mine.
"I don't think I would need a safe word, sweetheart but still for your satisfaction I will take it. But I can't promise I will say it or not." he said overconfidently.
"Let's see that" I said with a deeper smirk, my eyes gleaming with challenge as I slowly stood up from over him.... leaving him lying there on the bed watching me.
I then moved across the room to my jewellery drawer and carefully took out my favourite 'kaanch ki churiya' and the clicking sound of them promised me all the fun I was about to have with him.
I then turned back and walked towards him slowly, sliding my top upwards and pulling it off completely on my way, letting it hang from my hand.
"I'm excited to see how far you can go, sweetheart" he said, turning towards me with that cocky grin. Without replying, I took his both hands and tied them together with my t-shirt tightly.
His eyes were calculating my every movement.... turning it's deepest shade. His lips slightly parted as if longing to taste every inch of me. But I didn't care. I moved my hand to my back and slowly unclasped the hooks of my bra... letting it slide down through my shoulders until it fell away completely, baring myself to his gaze.
In seconds, his eyes lowered... locking onto my hard nipples with a heated gaze that burned like fire. I could feel the intensity of his look making my body heat up even more.
I bent over him, my breasts brushed against his cheeks, pressing against his stubbled jaw as I felt him inhale deeply...the scent of my skin.
He closed his eyes in bliss, savoring it and taking the opportunity, I covered his eyes with my bra, tying it securely behind his head, plunging him into darkness where every touch would be amplified.
"Sweetheart... What the... Fuck, at least let me see you" he growled, frustration edging his voice... as he tried to free his tied hands. I clicked my tongue in mock disapproval and replied "Not so easily, husband"
Then i moved my hands to his pants, unbuckling his belt with a slow, deliberate tug.... then undoing the buttons one by one.
"What the hell.... All I can hear are those clicking sounds of those glass bangles" he said in shock and I smiled. That was the plan jaan.
I leaned closer to his ear and whispered "Turning on, isn't it?"
"Fuck! Sweetheart.... from where did you learn all these tricks!" he gritted out through clenched teeth. Seeing his condition I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Just enjoy, darling." I murmured, slowly sliding down his pants and boxers together in one smooth motion. As the boxers slid down his cock jumped out... thick and fully erected. The veins were pulsing along its length, the tip glistening with pre-cum that beaded and dripped slowly, begging for attention.
I gulped at the sight of that big, delicious thing so hard and ready. My knees started feeling weakening just from looking at it... My mouth watered and my core throbbed with need.
I took a deep breath steadying myself and moved to his lips, capturing them in a deep, fierce kiss. Our tongues tangled together as he reciprocated with same hunger or maybe even more than my mine and groaned into my mouth despite his bonds.
But what he didn't know was my next move. My hands teasingly roamed over his chest as I found my way near his nipples and without giving any warning I pinched both of them together. Hardly.
Making him jolt and he growled deep into my mouth. The raw sound vibrated through our joined lips.
I pulled back from the kiss and smirked "What, husband? What are you thinking? That how your body went so sensitive? Or how pleasurable this torture is? Which one is it?" I teased but he didn't reply. I get it just by looking at him that he's not in the condition to reply.
Then I moved down to his neck and sank my teeth into his skin just below his jaw in a dark bite... marking him with my teeth before nibbling along the column of his throat, sucking hard enough to draw blood to the surface, leaving red blooms that would bruise beautifully by morning.
After that I trailed down more lower, hovering my mouth near his chest before slowly and sensually latching onto one of the nipple... sucking it deep between my lips. I flickered my tongue relentlessly just like he used to do to me. And in between I bit it sometimes to make the bud more sensitive.
"Ahhh fuck, sweetheart! Stop it." He moaned, the sound was so deep and broken that it sent electric sparks straight to my clit, making my pussy throb painfully with arousal. The slickness was coating my thighs from how wet I already was, aching to be filled by his massive cock. I don't know which bastard said men don't moan sexy....idiot, have you heard my man moan? It's sexier than anything. The hottest thing I have ever heard.
"Stop? Stop wasn't the safe word, darling. Red was the safe word and also, I just got started! Where did your overconfidence fly away" I teased, switching to the other nipple, giving it the same voracious attention—sucking, licking, biting... drawing out more of those delicious moans as his jaw clenched tightly. His face was now flushed in deep red colour and his breaths had turned into shaky gasps.
He is in my mercy now. Completely. His bound hands were clenched tightly in fist and now I can see they were trying their best to break free.
"You’re provoking a beast you won’t be able to tame, sweetheart" he gritted through his teeth. His words were laced with a warning edge even as his body trembled under my touch.
"We will see that" I replied with a sly grin, my voice dripping with challenge as I let my hands drift down to his V-line. I traced the sharp cut of his hips with my index fingers before circling teasingly close to his cock but never quite touching it making him burn in anticipation.
"Want me to touch your cock, husband?" I asked sweetly and he nodded in response.
"Fuckk! Please, sweetheart.... touch it... Please" he finally begged and I smiled.
I'm such a good wife, you know. My husband is saying please so nicely... I should to listen to him, right? With a smirk I crouched down between his legs, against my knees as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. I started with gentle strokes, feeling every vein pulse under my touch. The heat of him searing into my skin.
Then I increased the pacing, pumping faster and firmer. With my thumb I rubbed roughly over the sensitive tip, smearing the pre-cum in slick circles that made obscene wet sounds fill the room.
With each stroke, my glass bangles clinked rhythmically, a hypnotic chime that synced with his rising moans.
"Ahhh fuck, sweetheart...m oh yes, like that.... ahhhhh" he growled, jerking his hips forward involuntarily, thrusting into my fist as if he couldn't help himself. His pre-cum was coating my palm and fingers in sticky warmth, making every slide even smoother and faster.
The whole room was now filled with the rhythmic clinking of my kaanch ki churiya and his helpless, desperate moans. It sounded like he would die without my touch. But I was half-worried about the glass bangles... That thet might crack from the vibration, the speedy movement but the sound only spurred us on.
I will make sure Aastik Malhotra.. that you always remember this night, this moment forever. In future whenever you see me wearing these bangles, you remember this moment. I smirked to myself, eyes locked on his face.
And then, just as he teetered on the edge... I suddenly stopped.. pulling my hand away completely. Leaving his cock bobbing in the air, slick and angry red, twitching with neglect.
"Ah fuck, sweetheart... Don't... Don't stop... ahhh, do it.. please" he urged, voice breaking on the plea. He unconsciously started grinding his hips in need and his condition only made me smirk.
"You know what to say to make me continue, Aastik" I said, my words a velvet command.
"Fuck, sweetheart red! Red! RED!!!!" he shoutedthe safe word without a second thought in a frantic roar and that was it. I won.
I smiled in triumph and opened the knot of my bra from his eyes. He blinked for a second and then looked down.
"I won." I said, tilting my head with smug pride.
"Fuck yeah, you did! I never knew you could be this dirty-minded, sweetheart... Now please, I beg you... stroke it" he urged... his eyes darker now, helpless and pleading.
"As you wish." I murmured... wrapping both of my hands around his cock this time. But now instead of stroking, I leaned forward and opened my mouth taking just the tip inside. My lips sealed around the tip as I flickered my tongue over it.
Come on, Ahana. You've been preparing yourself for quite a long time and now you can't turn back. The musky flavor of him exploded on my tongue, thick and addictive making my head spin as I hollowed my cheeks slightly.
As soon as he felt my lips on his cock he looked down at me with wide eyes, shock mingling with pleasure but this time he didn't stop me, like yesterday... He didn't pull away... instead-
"Suck it like a good girl, sweetheart." he said. The words came out rough and commanding, fueling the heat between us even more. I gathered my long hair into a bunch and held it back with one hand. Then I pushed forward my mouth taking more of his cock into my mouth... but less than half went in before my mouth was already full, stretched around his girth.
By now my jaw had already aching slightly from the effort and saliva pooling and dripping down the sides.
I looked up at him through my lashes and saw him smiling down at me. That predatory curve to his lips making my stomach flip "Shall I offer some help?" he said... voice laced with amusement, and my eyes widened in disbelief when I saw him open his hands, freeing himself by pulling them just a little. The t-shirt got torned within seconds and fell of from his hand.
What the hell! This means all this time... he had deliberately kept his hands tied. Stayed blindfolded.... letting me think I had the upper hand playing along to draw this out, to push me further into dominance before flipping it.
His hands reached for my hair and gripped it tightly.
I was about to pull back and question him—why he did this, how long he'd been pretending but his hold kept me there, poised on the edge of surrender.
"You can't back off until you finish it now, sweetheart. What did you tell to your friends that I'm a beast in bed? An Animal in heat? Let me prove you right, jaan—I can't let you be a liar, right?" he growled and pulled my head back slightly before pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.
That stunt stretched my lips wide, sliding past my tongue until the head bumped the back of my throat... making me gag. Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks as I blinked them away.
My saliva was dripping out from his cock as I still continued giving him blow job without stopping.
I continued moving my head while he clenched his jaw looking at me with his predatory eyes. His breathing was heavy when suddenly he held my my head firmly, digging his fingers in my scalp and thrusted upward... Pushing his cock deeper. Until my throat could feel it.
I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head in protest.. shit it's too much for me... But he wasn't in the mood to listen.. he really is getting rough today. Inside my mouth, I swirled my tongue frantically over the underside, tracing every ridge and vein before pulling back just enough to slide down again, up and down... hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction. By then my jaw was throbbing from the strain, aching deep in the joints.
My knees were hurting from kneeling for so long but fuck seeing him like this—breathless, needy and desperate for my mouth gave me a completely different level of satisfaction and power.
"Holy fuck, sweetheart... yes, just like that... you're doing it so good, love... I swear..." he praised between his heavy groans. His words motivated me even more and stupid me tried to take all of his cock inside my mouth relaxing my throat as much as I could. I managed it for a brief second before pulling back, gasping for air and then again took it inside my mouth.
While my mouth did it's own work, I slid one hand lower and cupped his balls massaging them gently. His face turned crimson and his eyes rolled back as a guttural moan ripped from his chest, telling me I had done exactly the right thing.
The room smelled of us now. Thick with the musk of sweat. Our heat and arousal. The air echoed with our sounds. His breathless growls, moans and praises, provoking sound of my churiya and wet glucks of my mouth devouring his cock.
After continuing for a few more intense minutes, he suddenly growled deeper and louder. He held my head and pushed me down faster before abruptly pulling my head back, removing his cock from my mouth.
And in no seconds he splattered his hot seeds across my face- my cheeks, lips, chin which dropped down and coated my boobs.
We were both panting hard now. He too finally released my hair and taking a deep breath I tried to stand up, holding onto his thighs for balance.
"So? Now what do you think? Do you regret underestimating me?" I asked, still breathing heavily.
"Hell yeah! I regret it really bad" he groaned, head lolling back for a moment, but his cock.....gosh!! his cock stayed rock-hard. It made me gulp nervously.
I quickly looked away and snatched tissues from the nightstand... Wiping his cum from my face and boobs.
"I'm sorry." he murmured looking at me and stood up. Then he too took some tissues and started helping me to clean off.
"It's okay. But now answer my question. If you could have torn my t-shirt so easily, then why didn't you do it earlier?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes.
"Because I wanted to know you, sweetheart. I wanted to learn this side of yours. I wanted to see how dirty-minded and sly my little wild cat is. And yeah....I got the proof. You're more wild than I ever imagined" he confessed, holding my kaanch ki churiya in his fingers, admiring the delicate glass bangles.
"How did you learn all this?" he suddenly asked curiously and heat crept into my cheeks. How could I admit this was all thanks to the spicy books Jaanu lent me a few days ago?
When I first read about such punishments and games, I thought I would never try such filthy things.... But look at us now. And these kaanch ki churiya? They were my special little touch.
"Aap sirf aam khao... gutliya mat gino... aap challenge haar gaye, that's what matters" I quipped... plopping onto the bed with a satisfied smile, legs dangling off the edge.
(You just enjoy the mango… don’t start counting the seeds. You lost the challenge... that’s all that matters)
"Gutliya to mujhe ginni hi padegi abhi, sweetheart... 'cause now it's your turn to get rewarded." He countered with a dangerous smirk which got unnoticed by me. I frowned in confusion and and before I could process anything he pushed me onto the bed. He took my arms yanked above my head as he snatched the bra—the same one I'd used to blindfold him and knotted it tight around my wrists, securing them to the headboard with unyielding efficiency.
My heart skipped a beat. What the hell? My eyes widened in shock as I shook my head frantically.
"No... this is cheating! This is not what we talked about. Ok, fine. Red. See, I lost too. Now leave me" I protested, trying to outsmart him with logic but his smirk did not leave his lips... it only deepened.
"When did I say you have a safe word, sweetheart? You don't. You have to bear it until my mind changes to open your hands" he declared...eyes gleaming with beastly intent as he gripped my ankles, parting my thighs wide. The cool air hit my soaked pussy making me gasp.
Then he kept my both legs on his shoulders and asked—
"Shall we start the game now?"
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After reading this chapter no one can wear their kaanch ki churiya normally😌 (including author herself)
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