Bound by Fate | [✓]

42. Bad Husband (M)

Every inch. Every inch of my skin is burning. Every inch of my skin on electric sensation. The ice cube circling against my nipples making me go numb and numb while the water running down on my stomach bringing my sensation back.

"I...I can't...too much...too much..." I whimper as Atharva run ice around my thighs and hips. I was under him, waiting for him to take me but,

"You can. Now eyes on me Darling." He smirked playfully. "Before I make things harder for you."

Harder than this? I'm dying in flames already. The knot inside my stomach will kill me if I don't get untied. I needed his hands all over my body. I needed his lips and I needed his breathing crashing on every inch of my skin.

"Please, Atharva..." I plead, I plead when he put the ice cube in my belly button and kissed right under it. His lips plainfully slow but playfully torturous. "Don't play with me and just..."

"You are my wife. I can do anything I want with you." He drawled, pinning my hands beside my stomach when I tried to pull him up to my face.

"I am your wife. You have no right to torture me like this!" I accused completely frustrated.

I was frustrated when he played with my skin even more with his sinful lips.

He was pressing his body weight on me, locking me under him while his hands locked mine beside my hips. He may have taken off my blindfolds but I was too shy to open my eyes anyway.

"I thought you wished ice on you, Darling." Atharva chuckled. "I'm simply following my wife's command."

"You..." I struggled my hands to escape and pull him into the kiss but,

"Such a good husband I am to follow all the commands my wife has given me. Don't you think, Darling?"

He is such a tease. Even though he is married and is good damn husband, the playfulness inside him will never go away.

Never.

"Don't be a good husband then!" I-

"Are you sure, Darling?" He crooked his brow and I needed to re-think of what I just said. "Do you want me to be a bad husband?"

"I didn't... I didn't mean..."

What is bad husband anyway?

"I can be a bad husband." He smirked again as the viciousness flicked in his eyes.

"I, I think," I wrapped my legs around his hips when he finally moved to my face. "If, if you're going to be inside me will be... being a bad husband, be one."

I should stop talking. I should-

"You want me to be a bad husband, I'd be a bad husband." He let go of my hands, sucking in his cheek as the darker shade around his pupils grew.