Tum meri ho

Part 3

Shehnaaz

"Hell, I missed you," I hear as he kisses my neck.

I feel Kullu's rough hands running all over my body, his day old beard scratching my soft skin as his mouth works against me. I breathe in his scent, letting it surround me. God, I missed him.

I go to wrap my arms around him but get nowhere. "Sidhaaaarth," I moan, knowing what he did. My eyes flutter open and the light on the nightstand gives me a clear view of him looking down at me.

His dark eyes are intense, making me instantly wet between my legs. He looks tired and keyed up all at the same time. "Untie me." I try to push against his weight, but he has my lower half pinned to the bed.

"Can't have you touching me right now," he grunts out before his mouth takes mine.

He kisses me hard, like he's starved. I feel him take a deep breath as if he's trying to get himself under control. All he does is kiss me and he doesn't take it any further for a long time.

"Soft," he mutters against my lips when he finally calms.

I know he's not talking to me but to himself. His mouth grows tender over mine right before his tongue licks across my lips. I open my mouth to invite him in, and he accepts. I try to deepen the kiss, wanting to have hard, rough sex, but Kullu keeps it lazy and sweet.

"Miss me?" he asks against my lips. I nod, trying to take his mouth again, but he's in control. "I couldn't breathe until I walked in this door." His lips move down my neck. "Always such a good girl. Doing what I tell you." I know he's talking about me sleeping in his shirt. Maybe I do it because he tells me to, but I also do it because it reminds me of him. Smelling him around me while I sleep when he's gone is the only way I can sleep without him.

He grabs for the shirt, ripping it easily from my body and tossing it to the floor. He kneels between my legs and I see he's completely naked already. My eyes go to him, it is sticking straight out. It's tight and angry-looking as cum leaks down the head of it. I lick my lips. I want to take him into my mouth, but that's something he's never let me do before.

His breathing is heavy, his chest puffing in and out. I pull at the ties around my wrists. I'm desperate to touch him. I've missed him so much and I need to feel him against me. I want to close the space between us and wrap myself around him. I want my hands on him, but he hardly lets me touch him when we have sex. Hence the bindings he installed on the bed. If he isn't pinning me down under him, he's got me tied down in some way.

I know why he does it without even having to ask. It's all about control. It's what he always has to have. He's scared that, with me, it could break at any moment. I have a feeling I'm the only person who's ever tested it. I like that, but what I like more is when it cracks. The reminder of the one time it happened has me lifting my hips and begging him to fall on top of me and brand me in every way, to leave little marks on my skin like the last time so I feel his passion on me for days. See it any time I look into the mirror.

He gazes at the spot between my legs and this time he's the one licking his lips.

"Sidhaaarth, please let me go." I wiggle my hips more. His big rough hands grab them to stop me from moving anymore.

"Never," he growls. His blue eyes look darker, then his mouth is on me.

"Ahh!" I cry out as he goes straight for my clit, sucking it into his mouth. His hands keep me in place as he pushes me quickly towards an orgasm. I've been on edge since he left, so it only takes a second before I go off. The pleasure rushes through my body as I cry out, but Kullu doesn't stop when I jerk against him. He keeps licking and sucking, pushing me towards another orgasm. He's trying to wear me out. He's been doing this since I've been testing his control.

"Give it to me," he demands, and I do.

I cum harder than the last time and chant out his name as he wrings it out of me. He softly licks me a few more times before finally pulling back. My whole body is lax, and I don't think I can move.

"I love you so much, Shehnaaz." He crawls over me, and I look up at him with heavy eyes.

I feel him slip inside me and then I'm wide awake. I watch his jaw clench, and I wish I could touch him there.

"I love you, too," I tell him.

He takes a deep breath before pushing further inside me.

"Be still. Let me make love to you."

I want to tell him to fuck me. I open my mouth to say so, but I hesitate for a moment because I don't think it will go well with him.

Just when I'm about to, he kisses me again,leaving me breathless. I taste myself on him as he moves slowly and softly inand out of me. I try to meet his thrusts, but one of his hands goes to my hips,pinning me down.

"Be a good girl and let me."

I don't want to be a good girl. I want to be bad. I want to be used by him. Thethought has me clamping down on his cock.

"You like being my good girl?" he asks.

"I do," I admit, but I like being other things with him, too. I want to beeverything.

He picks up his speed a little as his grunts fill the room.

"Never get enough of you, Shehnaaz." His sweet words send me over. I moan outhis name as his warm release fills me. He buries his face in my neck and I feelhis teeth lock down on my shoulder. I lean my head back, giving him all theroom he might need, but he doesn't bite down.

Moments later he kisses the spot, then unwraps my wrists and rolls us over so I'mlying on top of him. He is still hard inside me. I wiggle, trying to sit up,excited because I've never been on top with him. But he sees my plan and wrapsone arm around me so I can't move. The other strokes my back.

"Sleep, baby. Take some rest. I don't want to hurt you." I roll my eyes butkeep my face buried in his neck. After a few moments,his breathing evens out and I snuggle into him. The strap from the bed catchesthe corner of my eye and I smile, hatching a plan.

It's time to take my own turn with my Kullu. Tomorrow.