Demon's Physco obsession

The Snare

An involuntary moan escaped Ankita as Adhiraaj drew on her nipple. It was still four in the morning, his desires awake, so he'd roused her, gently placing her on the bed. He began kissing her softly, then with growing passion—a familiar daily ritual. His lips moved to her neck, collarbone, and the gentle swell of her breasts. Ankita lay still, staring blankly at the ceiling, her body yielding to his wishes. She'd given up resisting long ago, knowing it was futile.

Another moan slipped from her as Adhiraaj kissed her inner thigh. A smirk touched his lips at the sound, a sign of his contentment. He then kissed her pussy, and Ankita flinched, instinctively tugging his hair. He loved the feel of her soft hands, especially when her nails scraped his back as she neared climax. For that, he'd always push her to the very brink.

She gasped lightly as Adhiraaj entered her without warning. She'd noticed how he'd grown bolder, penetrating abruptly, though never without preparing her first. Their bodies moved, rhythmically entwined, while he explored her with his mouth. Another moan escaped her lips. As much as Ankita wished to ignore the feeling, Adhiraaj was determined to make her enjoy his touch.

He quickened his pace, causing Ankita to arch her back before she fell back onto the bed abruptly as a powerful orgasm hit her. She lay there, a panting, exhausted mess. Adhiraaj gently kissed her swollen lips, and with a final, hard thrust and a grunt, he spilt his seed inside her. He then collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily. He smirked at her as she struggled to stay awake, her eyes closing against her will.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early," Adhiraaj chuckled, his voice thick with Post-intercourse satisfaction.

Ankita mumbled, her voice muffled, "I'll be late for college."

Adhiraaj chuckled again, pulling her closer. "Don't be silly, love. You're the chairman's wife. You come and go as you wish. Besides," he added, a hint of playful conspiracy in his tone, "your first class was cancelled today. Nothing to worry about. Sleep peacefully."

With his assurance, Ankita's eyes finally closed as Adhiraaj gently kissed her forehead before he slipped out of bed. He then pulled the sheets up, tucking her in carefully. Once he saw she was deep in sleep, he put on his boxers and headed to the gym. An hour of intense training and a teleconference with Japanese clients would keep him busy until it was time for Ankita to wake up.

The silence in the bedroom, once filled with their bodies' symphony, now settled back into its usual pre-dawn hum. Ankita's breathing deepened, the exhaustion finally pulling her into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Adhiraaj moved with a quiet efficiency, the morning routine already ingrained. He stretched, feeling the familiar ache in his muscles, a stark contrast to the languid pleasure he had just experienced. He glanced back at the bed, a soft smile touching his lips as he saw Ankita, curled comfortably under the covers, completely lost to sleep.

In the gym, the rhythmic thump of his running shoes on the treadmill filled the air, a different kind of exertion. His mind, now fully alert, began to sift through the day's agenda: the quarterly reports, the new faculty hires, the preparations for the upcoming academic council meeting. The teleconference with the Japanese clients was particularly crucial, requiring his sharpest focus. He thrived on this control, this meticulous planning that governed both his personal and professional life.

As he finished his workout, he checked his watch. It was just past 5:30 AM. He calculated the time until Ankita would naturally stir, usually around 8:00 AM. He pictured her waking, perhaps disoriented for a moment, before the college schedule would snap her back to reality. He had ensured she wouldn't face any immediate pressure, giving her these extra hours of undisturbed rest. It was a gesture of care, he thought, a quiet demonstration of his affection and his power to smooth her path. He had everything under control.