Descent into Darkness:Rahim Shaikh Saga

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As Rahim entered the room, his eyes immediately fell upon Zara, who was engrossed in her skincare routine.

He couldn't help but admire her beauty, his gaze lingering on the dark bluish marks adorning her neck, remnants of their passionate nights together.

Despite the familiarity of the sight, his desire for her remained as intense as ever.

Zara sensed his presence and met his gaze through the mirror, her heart skipping a beat at the raw desire she saw reflected in his eyes.

A wave of nervousness washed over her as she continued to meet his gaze, her own emotions swirling beneath the surface.

Feeling Rahim's approach behind her, Zara braced herself for his touch, but when his lips brushed against her neck, she couldn't suppress the instinctive flinch that escaped her.

Sensing her hesitation, Rahim paused, a flicker of frustration crossing his features at her interruption.

Before he could proceed further, Zara mustered the courage to speak up, her voice trembling with fear as she confessed

"I have periods"

Zara's confession hung heavy in the air, filling the room with an uncomfortable tension as Rahim processed her words.

His frustration simmered beneath the surface, but he knew better than to let it show.

Taking a deep breath, he fought to maintain his composure, his gaze fixed on Zara's trembling form.

"Early?"

Rahim repeated, his voice a low rumble, betraying the turmoil brewing within him.

"But it's not due for another three days ."

Zara nodded, her eyes downcast as she struggled to meet his gaze.

"I know,"

she admitted softly, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap.

"I don't know why it came early this month."

Rahim's jaw clenched at her words, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

He longed to express his displeasure, to demand answers to the questions swirling in his mind.

Rahim's frustration was evident as he processed her words, but he managed to maintain his composure, albeit with difficulty.

As Rahim took a step back, Zara felt a wave of relief wash over her, grateful for his understanding.

Rahim retreated to the couch, his expression an impenetrable mask devoid of emotion.

With each passing moment, the room seemed to grow heavier, laden with the unspoken tension that simmered between them.

Zara watched him from across the room, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to decipher his inscrutable demeanor.

As Rahim settled onto the couch, Zara felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach, uncertainty gnawing at her insides.

With a simple motion of his fingers, Rahim beckoned her closer, his touch both commanding and comforting as she obeyed his silent summons.

Each step towards him felt like a journey into the unknown, her heart pounding in her chest as she drew nearer to the man who held her captive in more ways than one.

Rahim's sudden movement caught Zara off guard, her heart racing as he pulled her onto his lap.

She gasped softly, her body tense with anticipation as she settled against him, her senses heightened by his proximity.

Despite her fear, she couldn't deny the undeniable thrill that coursed through her veins at his touch.

As Rahim made her comfortable on his lap, Zara struggled to meet his hard gaze, her eyes darting nervously as she tried to gauge his intentions.

His stoic expression only added to her unease, leaving her trembling beneath his intense scrutiny.

Once seated on his lap, Zara found herself enveloped in Rahim's presence, his commanding presence radiating a sense of authority that both terrified and enthralled her.

She lowered her gaze under his steady stare, her breath catching in her throat as he gently lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze once more.

In that moment, as their eyes locked in silent communication, Rahim felt a surge of satisfaction wash over him.

He relished the fear he saw reflected in Zara's eyes, a reminder of the power he held over her, even in the midst of their intimacy.

Once Zara got comfortable on his laps , Rahim's hands started moving towards her lowerback, gently tracing small circles with his fingers.

Zara felt a warm sensation flood through her body as she leaned into his touch, savoring every moment of his caress.

Rahim's touch was soft and gentle, yet firm and confident, sending shivers down her spine.

As his hands ventured lower, Zara's breath hitched in anticipation.

She could feel the heat building between them, igniting a fiery passion that neither of them could ignore.

Rahim's touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her as she surrendered to his seductive caress.

With each passing moment, Rahim's hands moved with a sense of purpose, exploring every inch of her body with reverence and desire.

Grasping her hand, he put his on her clothed dick, and knowing exactly what to do, she took it out and began pumping it, causing him to groan in her ears.

His grip tightened around her back, causing her to wince in pain, and she began rubbing his dick quickly, bringing him close in twenty-five minutes.

Her movements stopped when he came. She removed her hands from his privates and sat meekly on his lap, nervously awaiting his next request.

After getting off his high, he shooed his penis inside his trousers his demeanor remained cold as he guided Zara to the bed, his grip firm yet possessive as he settled her onto the soft mattress.

With a curt command to sleep, he left her side and disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up.

The sound of running water echoed through the room as Rahim immersed himself in the task of cleansing away the remnants of the deed.

Emerging from the bathroom, Rahim moved to his side of the bed, where Zara lay awaiting his return.

Without a word, he slid beneath the covers and pulled her into his arms, his hold possessive yet protective as he sought solace in her presence.

In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, Rahim's grip softened, his facade of detachment momentarily slipping away as he succumbed to the comforting embrace of sleep, Zara nestled securely against him.