Arranged Marriage to Kill Him

Chapter 55: Pee-Pee Phobia

"Madam, here's your order," the skeleton man said, his protruding eyes scanning the bill with the list of items pasted on the Amazon box. Feeling experimental, she had ordered some plastic handcuffs and harmless sex toys. Before Naina could snatch the box from him, he looked straight into her eyes and smirked. "You'll look sexy tied up."

"Huh---"

"Who is it?" Ahanay's deep voice pulled her from the pits of fear and as she turned again towards the door, the skeleton man was gone. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I don't know," Naina said in a daze, blinking at the Amazon box in front of her. Did she hear that man correctly? He had spoken so fast, so unclear in his slurred English that it was hard to catch his words. But she couldn't forget his sleazy smile and the dark glint in his big eyes.

"Come here," Ahanay said, swinging an arm over her from behind and pulling her. His lips brushed against her ears as he rasped, "So what do we have here?"

Brushing off the unsettling fear, she settled in his arms. "Mmm... Something that could help us."

"Although I would love it, it's too early to tie you up," Ahanay said, worry gathered in between in brows. "You need to first get used to my penis."

Naina's cheeks flamed in heat as she fought hard against the rising blush like a lone soldier against a growing enemy troop. She remembered how last time she had put a stop to their sexual intercourse just when the tip breached her. She couldn't believe that there was more to it, but couldn't risk ripping herself apart. In her almost twenty-two years of existence, Naina never anticipated that she would develop a pee-pee phobia.

She had already tried a couple of times with hand jobs and blow jobs, shaking his pee-pee in her hand as if it was a clogged salt shaker or grating his pee-pee in her mouth as if her teeth were a coconut grater. Ahanay had smiled through the pain, but her hot body made him orgasm nonetheless. Naina was not a fan of his salt or grated coconut, her virgin hands would fly to the basin to clean the stickiness that seemed to glue her fingers and teeth shut. It was a surprise to both him and her that the bold Naina was a not-so-proud prude, a pee-pee phobic.

"I'll get over my pee-pee phobia," she said aloud, her determined eyes narrowing on Ahanay's crotch.

Ahanay took a step back, saying cautiously, "You can take your time, Naina. We don't have to do this right away."

"Why? You don't want to have sex with me?"  She asked, removing the handcuffs from the Amazon box. "You looked very eager yesterday night."

If Naina's hands were going to be cuffed, then she wouldn't get a chance to shake or grate his penis.

"I'm still very eager," he said, taking quick strides towards her. "God knows how much I want you all the time."

"I know." She smiled, locking his one hand to the chair with a cuff. The click reverberated in the entire room like a pin dropping in silence. "That's why, I'm going to show you the time of your life."

"This-this isn't what I---"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Naina said, cuffing his other hand to the chair. "I have taken my lessons and I know how to satisfy you. You always have so much control over me, now I do and I can get over my phobia. Your safe word is Winnie the Pooh."

With that, Naina blindfolded him with a dupatta, removed their clothes, and pushed him back into an abyss of darkness.

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Ahanay desperately wanted to rip the blindfold from his eyes and see what Naina was doing, not for amusement, but pleasure. Naina was blessed with the perfect Coca-Cola body- big breasts, big hips, a thin waist, thick thighs, and a cushiony bum. Her lack of awareness of her own hotness made Ahanay crave her more, and in the little moments when she would let him see her, he would get feverish with desire. If not for her pee-pee phobia, he would have made love to her 24/7.