HIS STAMMERING PEACE | 18+

CHAPTER-12: rub on me baby (18+)

VIKRAM POV

Everything seems like a dream, an impossible dream to me. From past 2 months and mahi have been knowing eachother emotionally, mentally and physically. We haven't went all the way to the final deed but I couldn't help myself from touching her or creasing her. Lately I'm having these urges inside me to just grab her and fuck her brains out and you know what's more shocking me is........the fact that I hate any kind of feminine touch.

Those moans still haunt me. The way she used to look dead into my eyes while getting fucked and chanting my name. That wasn't the only thing but sometimes when she used to call me in her room, I found myself the only one present along with her, she used to crease my body with those long painted fingers and I can't forget the sensation that went through me when she once grabbed my dick to know my size.......i felt disgusted and dirty.

I was merely a teenager

She has done things far more sinful to me that I don't even want to remember but those memories are so deep seated that I can't get rid of them. I had suffered from insomnia from the day I was captured by those molesters.

Finally, I had the most peaceful sleep when I met my Mahi on that train journey. I hardly slept for a couple of hours but that night I didn't even wake up for a smoke and since the day she became my soul, my jaan,MY MAHI I didn't experienced those dreadful nightmares again.

But here's a catch- I can only sleep peacefully when I sleep in her arms while resting my head on her squishy breasts. Meanwhile my Mahi runs her delicate fingers in her hair lulling me to deep slumber.

Right now I was thinking about all the changes that took place in my life while standing under the shower. I heard my phone ringing  from closet. I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out but that very moment I felt the presence of my Mahi. She was arranging my clothes according to her will which I never interrupt. She owns me let alone my things, she has full right on me.

She was so engrossed in exploring my wardrobe that she didn't even noticed that I was standing right behind her, at a distance of few inches. She was humming my favourite song which I've liked since the day I saw her.

My jaan, My Mahi

" Jaana! What are you looking for?" She didn't even turned. Is she seriously looking for something

' I....I...am...I am loo..king for that blue shirt that...I've...I've gift..ed..my Ram" still busy pulling out my clothes

Why is she so hell bent to make me change my dressing sense....you tell me, what wrong with a basic black shirt with black jeans and combat boots........they are so comfortable.

" Mahi, my baby, my jaan.... please don't do this to me. You know I've never wear colourful clothes. They don't suit me" I tried once again

The key word- tried

" No....no...my Ram will wear that shirt on...only.....I..I... know tha...that he will...look...look handsome" why isn't she not facing me. I've had enough of her not giving her full attention to me.

I moved closer to her. Close enough for my body to touch her back completely and close enough for her to feel that I'm naked apart from the towel which was wrapped around my waist. I snaked my arm around her bare waist running my cold fingers on her stomach. With my free hand I pushed her long hair infront and bit her at the crook of her neck and when I say bit that means exactly the kind of bite and animal will have from his prey.

"Ahhhhh.....ra..ram.....it's hurting baby." But her body reacted the way I desired. Her breathing got heavier and her grip on my hand turned stronger.

I turned her around in my arms and she jumps wrapping her legs around my waist. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she gave me more access to her delicate neck.