#1 [Tied to You] : his to love

39. [Claimed]

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Rumika

"Strip." He ordered in his deep voice.

His eyes were looking into mine telling me silently to follow his order.

My boldness ditched me the next second when he raised an eyebrow.

I was desperate to have his attention, to feel his rough hand around my every curve, to grip his hair in my fist.

It had been two weeks since our first intercourse after that he didn't even kiss me properly.

I did know he was punishing me but I could not hold any longer. The tension inside me was too much to handle besides my academic pressure. I could only handle one but the frustration of me not letting me concentrate on a single thing.

"Yug..."

I tried to speak in a low voice but he interrupted me.

"Strip otherwise it won't be good if I touch your clothes."

Despite the warm clothes I had worn I shivered with my heartbeat going up and down in a fast mode.

He could not always dominate me but every damn time he spoke in his deep voice and when his pupils darkened looking at me I became recessive.

I stood up from his stomach and sat on the bed. My hands were slightly shivering as I started removing my clothes one by one in the presence of his intense stare.

"Don't..."

He denied when I was going to clutch the blanket.

I turned my head to look at him, laying supporting his weight on one elbow, facing me.

His eyes were shamelessly staring at me while I was shivering, my breasts were aching and the throbbing of my core was making me needy.

I laid back waiting for him to do something but he just kept staring at me. His eyes were roaming on my every curve, head to toe.

He kept his free hand on my stomach and started moving upwards. He softly cupped my left bosom and the ache intensified, my bud poked into his palm when he gently squeezed it.

He shifted closer to me and spoke.

"Let's get to know what my wife was thinking when she was lost in staring at me with her book in her hands?"

My lips parted and throat got dry while he kept molding my bosom and continued.

"Tell me Squirrel, were you thinking your boobs trapped between my rough hands, massaging, pinching, squeezing?"

The wetness started leaking down with his talks while I was losing my senses with each passing moment.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh."

I flinched feeling the sharp shoot of pain when he slapped my boob hard. My hand immediately cupped it, but he grabbed my wrist and removed it making me to clutch on bedsheet.

"Answer me otherwise more you'll be late more you'll get slapped."

"Ahhhhhhh.. "
He again slapped with the same force. The sensation I felt through it was something new that I could not describe in words.

"Ahh...ye.. yes.."
I answered when he slapped thrice. The pain kept intensifying in my whole body while tears stung in the corner of my eyes.

"That's like my good little wife."