PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

51. Let's Make A Deal

AVNEET'S POV

"Siddharth, please let me cum," I urged.

"Not happening, princess," Siddharth said, sucking on my clit and making me writhe.

"Why not?" I whined.

He has been torturing me for an hour, bringing me closer to the edge but never letting me cum. It is frustrating at best, and my bud is swollen, begging for relief from cruel treatment.

"You expect me to let you cum while you haven't allowed me pleasure for seven fucking days."

"Because you're being a dick," I snapped.

How could he expect me to be fine with him blaming himself for my heart attack? He was being childish, and I hated this debate going on between us. I hated that we hadn't had sex since I was discharged from the hospital.

"I am being realistic," he growled against my pussy lips, and the added vibrations made my thighs shake.

"Realistic how? By pinning everything on yourself?" I yelled.

His hand came down on my pussy, slapping it, and I screamed in pain. He slapped me again and again while holding my legs apart.

"Siddharth, stop," I begged through teary eyes.

"I am so mad at you," he said, halting his slapping and rubbing my clit again.

"So your solution to this fight is torturing me?" Anger was shimmering in my veins, and I felt the sudden urge to slap him across the face.

"Wasn't yours the same solution?" He yelled. He actually yelled, and I flinched.

All the pleasure that I was feeling drained out of my body. Suddenly, I felt too tired to do anything, yet I stood up. Siddharth, too, moved from his position between my legs.

I descended the bed and wore my slippers. He remained quiet the entire time, his anger matching mine. I managed to hold my tears long enough for the elevator doors to close behind me and for them to open on the rooftop.

Then only did I let my tears loose. I fell to my knees and cried my heart's contents out, sobbing loudly, releasing all my emotions. A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Vaishu bhabhi.

She sat beside me on the floor, and I rested my head on her shoulder. She let me cry silently, never saying a word but being there for me. Her comforting presence enveloped me, and I felt better within a while.

"How is it fair, Bhabhi?" I asked.

Bhaiya and Bhabhi knew all about our fight. They had visited us every day, sometimes even twice a day, since the hospital, and they had noticed our unusual behaviour.

"It's not," Bhabhi replied.

"Then why doesn't he understand?"

"Is he the only one who is supposed to understand?" Bhabhi asked.

"What do you mean?" I gave her a confused look.

"How did you feel when Siddharth was in jail and you went around the state looking for evidence?" She asked.

"That if I failed, then Siddharth would forever be gone," I whispered. I did not want to think about those three days ever again. That was the worst time of my life, and it's saying something because I've lost many people.

"Do you think Siddharth would have blamed you if you could not find the evidence?" Bhabhi asked, and my heart stopped beating. The possibility that I could have failed. That I could have lost the man whom I love more than my life.