His Prisoner 21+

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Arzal released her lips when he felt Emaan struggling to breathe. He attacked on her neck while she was trying to catch her breath. "Jaana..bas kuch din aur, phir tum pure tareeqey se meri hojagi..sirf meri."

"W-where are your p-parents?" Her sudden question caught him off guard, he slowly raised his head to look at her.

Her body froze when she saw a glint of anger in his eyes. "S-sorry. I-I won't ask you again."

To her surprise, he smiled at her and pointed towards the ceiling. "In heaven. My mom is in heaven." Then he pointed towards the floor. "And my dad..he is in hell, right where he belongs."

She gulped nervously, not knowing what to say in response.

He again buried his face back in her neck, casually resuming what he was doing.

Emaan squealed when he picked her and threw her in the middle of the bed, then got on top of her.

In mere seconds, she was all naked under him.

"Dil ko kar raha hai tujhe abhi pel dun." (I want to fuck you right now.)

She shook her head in horror, "No please! It hurts."

"Baby, I've been starving for you. Don't you know, that you should never stop a starving man from eating? Because if you try to stop him then he will turn into a devil."

She gulped in fear as terror surged through her veins.

"Very nice body." He squeezed her breasts roughly making her cry out in pain.

He clutched her jaw and began kissing her again. With his other hand, he reached for the side table drawer, searching intently.

Emaan screamed in pain as he placed a clamp on her nipple after pinching it and did the same with the other one.

"It hurts! I don't like it. Take it off please!"

"Shut your mouth, whore." He tugged at the clamp chain.

"Aah! Ouch!!"

Her toes curled as he began leaving his marks all over her jaw and cleavage. He trailed kisses all the way from her breasts to her to her waist. Emaan had her head turned to the side with eyes shut tightly.

"Look at me." He commanded her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned her face towards him.

He placed a soft kiss on her pussy while looking into her eyes. "You have no right to be this beautiful. And you certainly have no right to make my dick go this hard."

Emaan immediately shut her eyes and flipped her head again.

He open mouth kissed her spread pussy and she whimpered as he sucked on her clit, hard.

Keeping on with the hard suction, he used his tongue as a tool to flick her clit from time to time.

The sensations that she was feeling, were becoming deadly unbearable to her. Arzal kept on rolling his tongue along her little clit that finally made her explode due to oversensitivity.

After a few minutes, Emaan began crying loudly.

Frowning, he caressed her cheek with his knuckles. "What happened, baby?"

"H-hurts.."

He instantly knew what she is indicating at. Gently, he took off her clamps which increased her sobs as the blood rushed back.

Arzal took her nipple in his mouth, and gently sucked on it to soothe her pain. He repeated the same process with the other nipple; Gently, sucking and licking till her cries died down.

"Feel better?" He asked, lying down beside her.

She began crying again. "You always hurt me. You give me pain."

He pulled her in his arms. "Baby. That's not the bad kind of pain. It's a good kind of pain, which gives pleasure."

"You're lying. I don't feel good."

He chuckled. "Of course you do. I saw the way you fisted the bedsheets and curled your toes. The way you were moaning and biting your lips. I saw it all."

She looked at him in bewilderment. "You did that because you like it. It gives you pleasure. And there is nothing wrong in it, we're getting married soon."

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"Women are our slaves. If my brothers wants to fuck this whore, then they will!"

"No! No abu! Please no!"

The room was echoing with the evil laughter of men.

"NO!" Arzal abruptly woke up from his sleep, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He sat up and grabbed the water filled glass from the side table with a shaky hand. He gulped down the water, some of it streamed down his bare chest. That's nothing new to him. Every night, he wrestles with those same nightmares, haunted by his past. Regret, anger, and pain plague him relentlessly. Well, except for when he sleeps with Emaan, that's like the only time he is able to sleep without any disturbance.

He made his way to the balcony and lit up a cigarette, staring at the sky. His mind shifted towards his Jaana and suddenly a smile came on his lips. She is the only reason his dead heart had started to beat again, just because of her and just for her. He clenched his jaw as blood rushed in his groin; Just thinking of her has got him hard. He went back inside the room and dialed someone while exiting the room. "Send a whore in the guest room."