PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

54. Task 2

AVNEET'S POV

Waking up snuggled in Siddharth's chest was as close to heaven on earth as possible. His scent from last night filled my nostrils, and I dove deeper into him. He, too, tugged me closer with his arm wrapped around my waist.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and studied the hard ridges of the obscene amount of muscle. The small patch of hair on his chest added to his masculine beauty and gave me goosebumps.

"Stop eye-fucking me," he said in his sleepy voice, and that did nothing to purify my thoughts.

"Would you rather I eye-fucked someone else?" I taunted. I was treading a thin line here but wanted to see what he said.

His hands fisted in my hair, and he forced me to meet his dark gaze. The dilated pupils gave him a devilish look, and I bit my lip to stop myself from kissing him without brushing, not that it'd be our first time.

"I would rather I fuck you," he growled.

"Then you'll lose the bet," I whispered, not entirely trusting my voice.

"There's absolutely no limit I wouldn't cross to eliminate all thoughts of any other man from your mind, heart, and soul."

Was that how easy it was to win this bet? Approach a douchey man, make Siddharth jealous, and don't feel bad for the beating the man would get because I get fucked in return and come out as the winner.

Siddharth would cross all the lines for me, but there are some lines I will never cross, like this one. No other man ever comes into the equation, even to make my husband jealous for a few minutes.

"You're the only one for me," I said, cupping his cheek. My lips fell on his chest, and I softly kissed him at different places. His chastity cage stirred, and my eyes instantly met his.

"Morning erection," he shrugged, and we both chuckled.

I got up to use the bathroom. Both our chastities had appropriate holes for our businesses. Yet, last night, we concluded that we'd regularly open the cages and clean ourselves to maintain hygiene.

Once I was done, Siddharth went inside, and I picked up the task jar again. Are we supposed to pull out a chit every 24 hours? We don't have that long, though, so I pulled out the one numbered '2'.

Good morning,

How was the drive last night? Pretty bad, I know. Been there, done that, hated it. You have the correct question in your mind: how often do you have to pick a chit from the jar?

Honestly, there's no limit to it. But the quicker you pull, the more likely you are to break. So maintain a healthy time gap.

Task 2: Shower together and do all the movements you would during shower sex.

PS: Remove the chastities to elevate the experience.

Is this woman a mind reader or something? It would be creepy if it wasn't immensely agonizing. I showed the note to Siddharth, and he too was stunned at its accuracy.

"We're having shower sex then," Siddharth said, tossing his cage aside. He lifted me with one arm and entered the shower cubicle. The excitement radiated from him everywhere.

His lips crashed into mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He balanced me on the shelf. The top went first, followed by his pants, my pants, and lastly our undergarments—all in under 2 seconds.

One flip of his hand, and the wet spray was on us. Siddharth chewed on my bottom lip, and the animal inside me had no trouble keeping up. My throbbing clit met his bare chest, and the spark of energy that zapped through me made me shudder.