His Prisoner 21+

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Emaan hummed softly as she transferred freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from the baking sheet to a plate.

She squealed when she felt herself being pulled into someone's arms from behind.

"Relax, it's me." Arzal's familiar voice eased her nerves, and she sighed in relief. Instinctively, she relaxed and leaned back against his chest.

"Dara diya ap ne mujhe." (You scared me.)

"Fazool mein darr jati ho tum, me thori na kuch hone dunga tumhe." (You get scared for no reason. I wouldn't let anything happen to you.)

"Aur kya baat hai, cookies banaye ja rahe hain, waise kis khushi mein?" (And what's this? Baking cookies? What's the occasion?)

"Aise hi. Me bore horahi thi toh Icliye." (Nothing, really. I was just bored.)

"So meri begum ko baking ati hai." (So, my wife knows how to bake.)

"Mujhe sab baking ati hai, me cake bhi banaleti hun." She said excitedly. (I can bake anything! I can even make cakes,.)

"Hmm..par agar saath mein thori cooking bhi seekh li hoti toh kaam se aya huwa thaka shohar bhooka nahi hota abhi." He said in a mockingly sad voice. (Hmm..but if you had learned some cooking as well, then your tired husband wouldn't be hungry right now.)

Guilt washed over Emaan as she realized he wasn't entirely wrong. In fact, he wasn't wrong at all.

Turning around, she offered the plate of cookies to him, "Ap abhi yeh khalen please. Me pakka kal se ap se bhi jaldi uthungi aur breakfast bhi banaungi ap ke liye." (Please have these for now. I promise, starting tomorrow, I'll wake up even earlier than you and make breakfast for you.)

"Waqai mein?" (Really?)

"Ji." (Yes.)

"Oh-kayy. But sorry me yeh sab ghandh bhala nahi khata," he said pointing to the plate with a rigid smile. (Oh-kayy. But sorry, I don't eat this kind of junk)

Emaan's lips formed a sad pout, "Maine yeh bohat pyaar se banaye hain. Thora try karlein please, mere liye." (I made these with a lot of love. Please try a little, for me.)

He sighed, "Acha theek hai." Her eyes lit up immediately.

Par tum khilao mujhe, mere haath abhi busy hain," he said, glancing at his arms wrapped around her waist. (But you have to feed me. My hands are busy right now.)

"Okay!" She smiled brightly at him, picking up a cookie and bringing it to his lips.

Unwillingly, he took a bite of the cookie and chewed it slowly, while she watched him nervously, her eyes filled with impatience.

"Kaisa laga?" (How did you like it?)

"Meetha kam hai," he replied. (There's not enough seeetness.)

Emaan's face fell immediately upon hearing this.

He tilted her chin to face him. "But I know how to fix that."

"How?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope.

He moved his hand under her and swiftly moving her panties aside, he plunged two of his fingers inside her cunt making her scream with widened eyes.

His fingers were working rhythmically and he whispered in her ear. "Look at me."

She looked at him while trying to stop her moans from escaping her mouth. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, she would've slid down due to the intensity if it wasn't for his hold on her waist.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and just when she was about to release her nectar, Arzal pulled his finger out.

She instantly opened her eyes, feeling frustrated without knowing why.