His Prisoner 21+

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His tongue was washing her whole cunt with renewed vigour. Several times it flicked over her sensitive clit before sliding back down to her moist opening.

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She started to sob, she didn't know what had happened with her, but she knew it wasn't right.

Arzal laid beside her and took her in his arms.
"Relax jaana." He stroked her hair.

"Gh-ghar. ghar jana hai." (I want to go home.)

"Why? And why are you crying?"

"I don't feel good..."

He jerked her hair. "You better get used to it. Nahi toh bohat maar khayegi." (Otherwise you'll get a good beating.)

Emaan started to cry louder, her body trembling.

Unable to control his anger anymore, gripped her hair tightly, shifting her backwards and backhanded her.
"Stop fucking crying." He clenched his jaw.

Emaan covered her face with her palms. She clenched
her lower lip tightly as she tried stop her sobs. Her body was jolting. "Mat maarein mujhe.please." (Don't beat me..please.)

His stone like heart melted right there.

Arzal removed her hands and adjusted her body properly on top of him. Her head was placed on his chest. He kissed all over her cheek which had his fingerprints on it.

He caressed her back to calm her. "Bas baby. Chup hojao." (It's okay baby. Stop crying.

"Ahh." Emaan screamed in pain and tried to get out of his grip.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked her furiously.

"My back..hurts."

Arzal saw a welt on her back. When he lashed her earlier during the blowjob.

"Or nishan dun tujhe?" (Shall I give you more welts?)

Emaan immediately shook her head and hid herself in his chest.

Thoughts of covering her body completely with his marks, surrounded his head.

He had a sudden urge to fill her body with hickeys and welts, given only by him.

He wounded his hand in her hair and massaged her scalp with a smile.

After a long time, his heart was at peace.

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After dropping Emaan home, Arzal went to office.
Later on, he went to the bar.

Him and Irtaza were having a talk about some business while drinking scotch.

"One of my men has got intel on Yara's."

"Their destruction isn't far."

"By the way, I didn't know you're into little girls."

Arzal chuckled, scratching his neck.

"Saali-sahiba se kab pyar hogaya tujhe?" (When did you fall in love with my sister in law?)

"Pyar nahi. Sirf khwahish hai. Zid hai. Junoon hai." (Not love. It's just desire. Insistence. Obsession."

"Bolun toh bole. Chup karun toh chup rahe. She listens to everything I say. I can train her to be perfect for me." (If I ask her to speak, she speaks. If I ask her to be quiet, she stays quiet.)

"Kya baat hai. Toh ghoonghi-behri ke saath rehne ka irada kiya hai." Irtaza said to him sarcastically.
(Wow. So you have decided to be with a dumb and deaf.)

"Ghoonghi-behri nahi, par us se kam bhi nahi." He finished his sentence with a wink and gulped his drink. (Not dumb and deaf, but neither less than that.)

They both chuckled.

"Chal..me chalta hun. My wife is waiting for me at home." (Alright..I'm leaving.) Arzal felt something in his heart, hearing Irtaza.

Wife. Waiting. Home.

He never considers his house as home. Because family makes house a home. Which he has never had.

Will that finally change because of his Jaana? He thought with a smile.

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A few weeks have been passed by now, everyday Arzal would pick Emaan from school or sometime even earlier so he can spend some time with her.

He would mostly take her to his home because he likes his privacy and he's a bit too possessive for his Jaana.

Right now, Emaan was on Arzal's lap. Her body was leaned on his, her head resting on his chest.

He was tweaking and pinching her nipples. Everyday her nipples would turn really sore by the time he gets done with her.

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Arzal turned her halfway around him, and took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it really hard. Then he put a clamp over it and tightened it.

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"I should probably clamp your clit as well."

"Please stop.. delete it..somebody might see." Emaan said, crying.

"First of all, my phone is highly secure, and second of all, if somebody even dares to see this then I will burn that fucking "somebody" alive."