AARNA POV
' you know that I love you, right Aarna?'
Why is he asking me such question and that too right now. I nodded when his gaze turned predatory' good because, I will fuck you like I don't.'
My breath hitched and I know that my face must be crimson till now. He touched my feet and placed a kiss on my ankle before standing on his feet. Hukum sa is the most beautiful and attractive specimen I've ever seen. Every single feature from his height to his voice is alluring, it's like weakness for pull you towards him and let him hunt on you.
Without giving any warning, Hukum sa pulled me towards him and picked me up by my hips. He gave a hard squeeze to my butt and spank it.'ahhh.....hukum sa, kaha le jaa rahe hai aap Hume?' I asked him while a shallow moan passed my lips.
(Ahhh.....hukum sa, where are you taking me?)' aaj hum khule aasman ke neeche aapko apna pyaar dekhenge, shrimatiji.' he smirked on my reaction to his endearment
(Today I will show you my love under the open sky, shrimatiji)Shrimatiji......uff, don't blush Aarna. Please don't
I saw a stone platform on the backside of his chamber with a soft mattress. He placed me on the mattress with utter care, and took few steps back. He leaned to the wall of the balcony and fold his hands on his chest. He has been standing like this for couple of minutes without making any advances. I was still sitting like a new bride on her wedding bed ready to be devoured.
' Do you trust me Rani sa?' he asked me out of nowhere. I noddemy head without second thoughts.
' words my love. I want your words.' he said
' ye...yes, I trust you hukum sa.' I said looking into his eyes
' good. Now I want you to submit to me, my love.' he said possessively and dominantly. I blinked my eyes and nodded my head while wetting my dry lips with my tongue. I am not a saint and I know where it is heading to.' take off your pallu from your shoulder Rani sa.' he hasn't moved and inch from his previous position. And like my fingers has mind of their own, I unpinned my pallu and let it slide off my shoulder.
' fuck jaan. Your boobs are looking so juicy....and from when did my shrimatiji started wearing waist chain.' his eyebrows raised as he questioned me with curiosity. I looked down not able to meet his dark eyes. Unlike any other time, tonight I can seen LOVE, LUST and something far more wild in his eyes. The intensity is too much to bare.
' come to me my love.' without thinking I stood up from the mattress and moved towards him. My pallu was dragging on the floor behind me, with every step that I took my jhanjhar made the most melodious noise.
Chan
Chan
Chan
Chan
I stopped at arm length distance from him. He looked me from top to bottom like he is memorizing every detail of what he is seeing. His gaze stopped at my waist chain and i shivered when I saw him licking his lips with hunger.
Let me tell you that my figure is not at all lean or petite, from childhood I've always been a little chubbier side. I have a small pouch on my stomach, my breast developed earlier than girls of my age and it made me self conscious for a major chunk of my life. I dare not to wear tight clothes because I thought people used to stare at me. I down casted my eyes and tried to hide my body.
' don't you dare Aarna.' he growled in anger.
Why is he angry? Did I do something wrong? I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realised when he took a step closer to me and wrapped his strong arms around my curvy waist.' Hume pta hai aap kya soch rahi hai shrimatiji aur sach maniye hum aapko woh sab apne dimag mein lane ki saza zaroor denge. Every-fucking-thing of yours now belongs to me and I will not tolerate it if someone thinks otherwise about it.' he said so dangerous that I felt chills on my spine. His big palm moved to my curves to my left boob and he held it so hard that an involuntary moan passed through my lips.
(I know what's going on in your head shrimatiji and truth be told I will punish you for bringing such thing in your mind.)' I'm a big man Aarna, I have big hands and I'd like to grab and hold something while fucking, making love to or sleeping beside my woman. Am I clear?'
oh God! Did that made me wet just now.
' crystal' i said trying hard to not moan his name just yet. He didn't even started and I'm already dripping.
He pressed his body to my front and moved his free hand to my butt. He placed his lips on my in a French kiss and squeezed my butt skillfully.
I tapped on his shoulder for a breath, he moved his lips from my mouth to my jaw all the way to my neck. I know tomorrow morning I'll doing a solid job on hiding those marks he is leaving right now. I've noticed one more thing that he is not leaving my waist chain even for a second. I think my Raja ji liked it( I felt happy, that my effort payed off)
He picked my up and made me lie down on the mattress and hovered over me. He kissed my boobs over the cloth before he tore off my hooks. I looked around while he was busy sucking and licking my nipples and something strike me.
' hu....hukum...hukum sa rukiye. Hum bahar hai.' I said trying to push him, mark my words- trying. He didn't even budge, he was so busy sucking on my boobs. I am well aware that the palace is heavily guarded and there are guards everywhere, even if they will never look at us at compromised position but still they can hear us.
(Hu...hukum...hukum sa stop. We are out in the open space)' Ahhhh.....hukum sa, guards hai yaha pr. Wha...what if...what if they....they hear us?' I tried to reason him. He lifted his face and looked me but what I noticed was an arrogant smirk on his face.
(Ahhhh.....hukum sa, we are surrounded by guards.)' toh'
(So)
he said and again started with his ministrationI was shocked would be an understatement. Was he always this shameless? It's like I'm witnessing another side of my husband which I've never seen before.
What all is still hidden from me about him? Is he really what everyone look at or something deep is running along?
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