Be my personal maid and my whore.
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Two souls met when one was dying and the other was trying to escape her reality.
Both took impulsive decisions and ended up together.
He was always unpredictable and she turned unpredi...
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“So, are you ready for this baby girl?” Oh boy!
Was I? I was! Let’s do this! I nodded my head, hesitantly.
“How about we get you out of that dress?” He wanted to undress me? Straight to the job huh?
I got out of the bed, slowly, making sure not to trip and fall down embarrassingly. As I moved slowly towards him, a random, completely unrelated to the situation thought popped in head? And it made me freeze in my place.
Looks like a bit of my sanity just hit me! “Do you plan on killing me after you’ve fucked me?” and he just chuckled in response.
“If I had planned to dispose you, I would have just taken what I wanted, forcibly and then just dispose you. I wouldn’t have spent all that money and put in all that effort to satisfy your demands.” Makes sense!
All that effort with the dress to the whole marriage wouldn’t have happened if he had just wanted to kill me from the start.
So what was this man's motive to all of this?
Before I could ponder on it further, I felt him move closer to me, his breath fanning my face.
“So do you want this or not?” He asked as his finger teased my arm.
I nodded my head, wanting to experience more of this foreign excitement.
“Good!” He took of my ghunghat from my head and threw it away somewhere. With a sudden movement, he had turned me to have my back against his chest. He then proceeded to remove my hair from its messy bun.
“Always have your hair down.” He said, his voice dark and heavy.
“Why did you not want me to change into something comfortable?” I asked him though I wasn’t sure if it was the right time.
“I wanted to be the one to undress you.” He whispered as his lips brushed against my ear lobe.
I sucked in a huge breath when I felt a huge swarm of butterflies come to life because of his ministrations. He then pushed my long black hair to one side of neck as his lips suddenly attacked my neck. Feathery light kisses were pressed as I fisted my skirt, feeling an ‘out of the world' sorta experience, illiciting sinful yet sensual wails that I never thought I would ever hear from my own mouth.
One of his hands wound around my bare waist as the other lightly gripped my throat, allowing him to angle my neck however he wanted to continue wrecking havoc throughout my body as he sucked on my sweet spot.
Once I had felt his slender long fingers grope my waist, I became self conscious, my insecurities hitting me like a ton of bricks. I wonder how, amidst all the sensations I was feeling, my insecurities still had my attention.
“Umm, could you like maybe not touch me there?” I asked, my voice small and shaky.
“Here?” he asked as he caressed my waist, tickling me but also invoking a moan from me.
“Yes!” “Why? I like touching you here. I like groping and caressing this sexy belly of yours and hear you moan for me.” I moaned as I listened to him growl the last part. His words alone could bring me to an orgasm.
When he saw that I was back to being his moaning mess, he moved to untie the knot at the top of my blouse, his fingers light against my bare back. He then unhooked my blouse, allowing me to breathe more freely.
He removed it from my bareback and threw it away, revealing my red lacy flimsy bra. I heard him suck in a huge breath and that excited me knowing that it was me who did that to him.
Unless it was your dead grandmother's soul that he saw. Now is not the time Araya! He then turned me around, his one hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him and the other caressing my cheek.
“God! I wanna fuck you naked with just that nose ring on you.” My lips parted at that. I imagined myself lying on my back, naked, as he fucked me with just my nose ring on.
Damn! Both of us must have a nose ring fetish or something. “Fuck!” he cursed roughly and that jerked me out of my fabrication.
He took off my nose ring, letting it dangle from my head, from where it was attached. Before I could think of anything, he had crashed his lips on mine, kissing me, slowly and passionately.
My first kiss I was shocked to say the least. I held my breath, not breathing and within a few seconds I was out of breath. I slapped his arm, trying to get him off of me. After he let go, I panted, taking as much as air possible.
