PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

50. Edging

I did not get time to run through this chapter for even 1 revision, and I typically do 3 revisions. So let's excuse all the grammatical errors. I just wanted to update as soon as possible.

SIDDHARTH'S POV

"Siddharth, do you want me to rot in this bed for the rest of my life?" Avneet whined.

"Geez Avneet, it has been only three days," I hissed.

"I want to go out, eat junk food, and have sex." She said, punching her hands and kicking her legs.

I raised my hands in defence and took a few steps back. Uniting North and South Korea might have been easier than expecting Avneet to co-operate. She is the worst patient known to mankind and trust me when I say that she can not sit still if her life depended on it.

"Soon baby. I'll get you everything," I assured her.

"Make it happen right now," she grunted.

"You know I can't, baby. The doctor strictly said to follow a diet for a few weeks."

She glared at me, and every hair on my body rose. Her chilling stare settled on me for a few seconds, and I could swear that the temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees.

"Siddharth," she said in a low voice, and before she could say anything, I dropped to my knees.

I had it coming after what I said in the hospital the other day. Avneet said that she would punish me until I deny it but how could I? She had the heart attack because of me, and every second of her misery dug the knife in my chest deeper.

"You forgot to undress." She smirked.

I bit my tongue and rose. The T-shirt went first, then my pyjamas and finally my boxers. It had been difficult walking around the house in so many clothes but we were not on our floor.

We were on the third floor because, as promised, I had brought the hospital home to her. Which meant that the staff staying at the penthouse came up constantly to check on her, like they would at the hospital.

"Done, mistress," I said, kneeling down again.

"Edge yourself for one hour," she ordered and closed her eyes, leaning against the back of the bed, which was supported by a wall of pillows.

"One hour straight, mistress?" I gulped.

She was being unusually cruel. The last couple of days had been hard for me, edging myself every day and walking around with an erection. I even went to sleep hard and dripping.

It was no joke, the amount of pressure I was feeling between my legs. I had bathed her, touched her, and kneaded her breasts and ass. And despite being sick, she had done her best to make me desperate.

"You have a problem with that?" She asked, opening one eye.

"Please have mercy, mistress," I begged.

"Siddharth."

"Yes, mistress?"

"For how long have we been married?"

"Almost four years, mistress."

"In these four years, have I ever shown you mercy?" She asked, opening both her eyes and tilting her head towards me.

"No, mistress," I mumbled.

"Then what made you think I'll allow you any mercy now?" She asked, closing her eyes again and inclining away from me.

"Will I get to cum today?" I asked in such a low tone that when I heard her reply, I was surprised that she had heard me.