Love, par sex ke baad (Love, but after sex)

Chapter 19

Just as I am thinking about all this, the bedroom door opened, and Salil came back in. "That was a short movie," I said. "She fell asleep halfway through the movie. I had to carry her back to her room," Salil exclaimed. He dropped face down on the bed and crawled to me. He looked so tired; my heart tugged looking at him. I brushed his hair back and caressed his cheek. He started kissing my neck and chest, and I slid down a little to give him better access. But my mind was still on what had happened this evening, so when he touched me between my legs, my body jerked. He got up quickly, looking surprised at my reaction. My body had never rejected him like this, and I felt embarrassed. I reached a hand out to him, "sorry, I was distracted." Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because he didn't take my hand and his expression turned cold. He lay down on his side of the bed and closed his eyes. I climbed on top of him. "I said I am sorry, come on." He didn't open his eyes.

My anger rose. I felt tears burn at the back of my throat. "Fine! Be like that," I said and rolled off him and got out of the bed. I was going to go to sleep in another room. I didn't want to be in the same room with the man who had an affair with our maid, maybe he was still having an affair with her, and God knows what their relationship was. I was trying so hard to not let my tears fall that my jaw hurt from clenching. I was almost at the door when Salil yanked me back "where the hell do you think you are going?" he yelled. I was scared of crying, so I didn't speak, just stared at him defiantly.

"You want me to "come on"? Fine then, that's what I'll do," he said menacingly. I gasped and took a step back. He pulled the front of my nightdress hard and yanked it down. It tore, and cold air hit me. "Salil," I exclaimed loudly. He pulled my wrist roughly at him, and I tried to push him away. He tore my panties and lifted me. I pushed at his chest hard, but he didn't let me go. He threw me on the bed and entered me. It hurt like never before, and tears spilled from my eyes. "Please stop," I cried "please. It's hurting." He pulled out and cursed loudly.

I just lay there, naked, in torn clothes, crying. Salil walked back to me and tried to touch me. I flinched. His hand paused, but he didn't withdraw it. He gathered me in his arms and rocked me. He mumbled sweet nothings in my ear, he mumbled his apology in my ear, but nothing calmed me down. He rained kisses down my face, but my tears continued to fall. I don't know when I fell asleep, but Salil's hands were still holding me when I woke up. His head was resting on top of mine. I was afraid to move because I didn't want to wake him up, so I put my head back on his chest and fell back to sleep.

I woke up again when I felt him stir beneath me. "Hi," he said softly. "Hi," I replied hoarsely. He handed me a glass of water, and I drank it in one gulp. "I am sorry about last night. I couldn't control myself when you started to walk out on me" his voice was muffled against my shoulder. I nodded, and he hugged me tighter.

"Avantika"

"Hmm"

"Why were you distracted last night?"

I stiffened. I looked at Salil with coldness in my eyes and drew back. He gulped. He understood what I had been thinking about.

I was surprised when he started speaking. "Arti and I met at a club," he said and gulped. Understanding dawned on me when he said club. He had brought up the idea of visiting a kink club together, but I was not very comfortable with it. He hadn't pushed me, for which I was grateful. I nodded, and he continued. "I frequented the establishment as I was figuring out what I liked. We were both very young. She worked there to pay her bills and was very good at her job," he gulped again. "She taught me how to be a good dominant Avantika. We never had sex. NEVER!" he looked at me imploringly. "I hired her because she would get mistreated a lot; most submissives do. I was very fond of her, but it was never more than that" his eyes were begging me to understand him. My heart was aching seeing him like this. I nodded. "If you ask her, she will tell you that we never loved each other. We both enjoyed playing with each other until I introduced her to her husband. He was into the lifestyle as well, and Arti and I never played after she got married". I nodded again, "yeah, she told me she doesn't love you like that."

He smiled. "Arti was so happy when she heard we were getting married. She teased me relentlessly that you would be vanilla," he said, laughing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him. He looked confused at that question. "I don't know, actually. It just never came up. It was never important. You know what I mean?" he asked. I didn't, so I said nothing but asked my next question.

"Did you and her husband and umm...and her...ever...I mean," I tried to ask hesitantly. Salil laughed "you have quite some imagination, Mrs. Khanna." I blushed. "Yes, that's how I introduced the two of them. They had sex that night, and I knew I was out of the picture," he said, laughing. He sounded just as genuinely happy for her as she seemed for us. Kink made people weird.

"I think I would be jealous if my boyfriend had found another girlfriend," I mumbled. "But would you be jealous if your friend had found a boyfriend?" he asked, tipping my chin up to meet my eyes. "Maybe a little, especially if I thought I would lose my "friend,"" I replied. "But we weren't losing each other," he said, and I looked at him sharply. "I mean, she still works for me. She is still my friend. We just don't play anymore. You have seen her take jibes at me; you have seen me tease her," he said calmly. He was right; I had. I found it odd in the beginning that Salil was so comfortable with his housekeeper. I liked that he treated her as a friend, but it made sense now that I knew he had seen her naked, tied her up, and done more than he had ever done to me.

"It would take me years to match up to her," I mumbled, looking away. This time Salil grabbed my face and turned it to look at him. "What did you say? Are you mad?" he sounded exasperated. My eyes filled with tears. "You are mad," he said, shaking his head and laughing. I glared at him indignantly. "You are not a submissive. You are my wife. Yes, we play, and I love it. I love you for you. If I wanted something like her, I would have married a submissive. But I married you, silly girl because I want you," he said. I smiled through my tears. "Wider, I want a wider smile," he demanded. I laughed a little. "That's more like it," he said, pulling me into a hug.

He still hadn't told me why his mother thought he was a monster, but if I had to guess, she probably caught him and Arti playing. It didn't matter; as long as he was all mine, nothing mattered. "Oh, and before you jump the gun, we did not play in this room. I meant it when I said no one else has been on this bed," he said, reminding me of an earlier conversation I had forgotten. I smiled and kissed him. "Where did you play then?" I asked him curiously. He grimaced, "the basement; I have a dungeon of sorts there."

I punched his chest "what the fucking cow?" I shouted, "when the hell were you going to tell me we have a sex dungeon in our house? Why haven't you shown it to me till now?" I continued my questions and would have asked more if I hadn't landed on my back with Salil's fingers inside me. I gasped in shock. I felt bolts of electricity course through my body, and my hips were moving without my consent. "Salil," I gasped breathlessly, "what are you...OH GOD," I shouted as his fingers hit my g-spot.

"You sure are curious about the dungeon" his voice was mischievous "it's going to be fun to show it to you now." His fingers were wreaking havoc with my body, and I needed him inside me. I could no longer concentrate on his words. I tried to push him away so that I could climb on top of him and fuck him, but he held me still. I whimpered loudly. "You know, you won't have an ounce of control in the dungeon. You might want to practice relinquishing control if you want to see it," he said, his voice was full of laugher. His fingers were playing with me, holding me on edge. I wanted to punch him, I wanted to tell him I would flog him till he died in that dungeon, but I knew he won't let me finish if I said any of those things. He was my cruel master, so I did the only thing that would work; I begged him, and he obliged. I lay on the bed panting. He was brushing my damp hair from my forehead by the time my breathing got back to normal.

"You are an asshole," I said. Salil laughed. "I guess that's what we will start playing within the dungeon." I threw a pillow at him as he walked away from me, but alas, he caught it before it hit him.