Beyond Sex

Next Morning

As the warm rays of the morning sun gently kissed my face, I slowly tried to open my sleepy eyes. To my surprise, Shubman was nowhere to be found on his side of the bed. Confusion washed over me, and I sat up abruptly, now fully awake. I scanned the room, trying to make sense of the situation. That's when my gaze fell upon the large, floor-length mirror on the opposite wall. As I turned my attention towards it, my heart sank. The mirror reflected my nude figure, the vulnerability of which made me instinctively cross my arms to shield my melons. I realized that my clothes were scattered across the room, each piece in a different corner. I gingerly swung my legs over the edge of the bed, but a wave of soreness washed over me. It felt as if I had been through a physical ordeal, with each muscle in my body protesting any movement. Summoning every ounce of determination, I managed to steady myself and maneuver my way off the bed. However, the task of gathering my clothes and getting dressed suddenly seemed insurmountable in my weakened state. Frustration bubbled up inside me as I stood there, feeling so exposed and vulnerable. In my moment of despair, I noticed the discarded blanket lying beside the bed. A mix of relief and embarrassment washed over me as I quickly stepped forward and grabbed it, wrapping it snugly around my body. It provided some much-needed coverage as I tried to figure out what had happened and how to proceed.

I heard someone opening the door. Shubman walked in, dressed well in a suit. He walked towards me, asking, "When did you wake up, Raha?" I replied, "Just now." Shubman raised his hands towards me, but I moved a step back in fear. With a warm smile on his face, he said, "You look tired; take some rest." He gently patted my head as he continued, "You have all the necessities in the cupboard; suit yourself. I will return at night after work." With that, he left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I groaned as I surveyed the mess in my room. Clothes were strewn all over the place. With a sigh of exasperation, I resolved to tidy up the chaos. One by one, I picked up all my clothes. I turned my attention to the bed. To my utmost dismay, I discovered it was wet and sticky because of cum. After rummaging through my linen closet, I found a fresh pair and quickly replaced the damp ones. Content with the clean and dry bed, I decided it was finally time to relax and take a refreshing bath.

As I stepped into the shower, the water cascaded down on my bruised body, each droplet causing a searing pain. I winced with every touch, cursing the wild behavior of Shubman, whose reckless actions had left me battered and bruised. The burning sensation intensified with each drop, and I longed for relief. I emerged from the bathroom, wrapping myself in a plush towel, seeking solace and comfort. However, my hopes were quickly dashed as I approached the closet to find it filled with sexy sarees. The sight of the colorful garments only infuriated me further, reinforcing my annoyance towards Shubman for his lack of consideration in providing me with comfortable clothing options. Exhaustion washed over me, and with no other suitable choice, I resigned myself to a night's rest. I laid on the bed, concealing my body in the towel. Despite the discomfort, fatigue soon overtook me, and I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in a haze, my mind still foggy. Blinking a few times, I tried to gather my bearings, unsure of how long I had actually slept. To my surprise, sitting beside me on the bed was Shubman, his eyes glued to his laptop screen, engrossed in his work. Startled, I quickly sat up, trying to shake off my grogginess. He turned his gaze towards me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Raha, what's with this outfit? Are you trying to seduce me? Are you still not satisfied?" he teased.

I glanced down at myself, my heart pounding in my chest. I was only wearing a towel! Panic filled me as I tried to explain. "No, no! It's not what you think. After my bath, my bruises started burning, and I couldn't find any comfortable clothes in the cupboard. So, I just wrapped myself in this towel and fell asleep." Shubman's expression softened, and he nodded in understanding. Without a notice, he opened the towel, and it fell down in seconds, exposing my boobs. "True. You have a lot of bruises. Always use ice cubes on bruises. Remember it for next time, Raha, he said. I nodded my head quickly and pulled my towel back to tie it again. "I did not ask you to close," came the words from his mouth, and I dropped the towel back.I mustered some courage and asked Shubman, "What happened yesterday? I don't remember anything." "You fainted while we were fucking in doggy position, and I left you to rest then," he replied. I thanked him for his kindness. "Don't expect this kindness next time. Even if you are going to faint, I will drill your pussy till I get satisfied, he added. Hearing these words from him, my stupid body reacted. My boobs became a mountain. And what was most embarrassing was that Shubman saw it. "Good! I love the way you respond, he said, patting my boobs. "Just sleep peacefully tonight and let your fucking tiredness go away," he added, assuring me a fuck-free night.