SHIVNYA’S POV
A MONTH LATER AT HIS PERSONAL APARTMENT
I woke up feeling a tender soreness, my breasts aching slightly, and a deep, intimate ache resonating within me. As I looked down, I saw my beloved husband Abhimanyu, clutching me tightly, his face nestled against my naked belly. He had unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing just to feel my skin. With each breath I took, his face rose and fell gently on my stomach. I tried to move him softly, not wanting to disturb his peace, but he stirred, his sleepy eyes meeting mine.
"What happened, jaan?" he asked in that husky, dark voice that never failed to send shivers down my spine.
I gazed at him, my heart swelling with love, and admired how irresistibly sexy he looked, when his bare chest pressed against me and slept on me . "Nothing, I just need to use the washroom," I whispered, my voice soft and affectionate.
His eyes softened, and his voice was filled with protective tenderness. "Oh, let me help you," he said, rising from my belly.
"I can walk," I insisted, trying to sound confident. But as I swung my legs over the bed, a sharp pain shot through my body. I winced, "Aaaaah!"
Before I could react, I was cradled in Abhimanyu's strong arms. He moved with a speed and grace that left me breathless. "I warned you, but my fierce kitten thinks she can handle everything on her own," he teased, smirking.
"Ho gya aapka, ab chaliye," I said, attempting to muster a stern tone.
"Jii madam," he responded playfully. As he helped me towards the bathroom and made me sit on the toilet seat, I tried to button up the shirt to cover myself. Noticing, he said in his dark, loving voice, "Jaan, don't you know I’ve memorized every inch of your body? Why hide this beautiful petite figure from me?"
A deep blush crept up my cheeks as he turned towards the shower. "And by the way," he added with a wink, "yesterday marked the 69th bra and 88th piece of clothing I’ve ripped off you." His words sent a delightful shiver down my spine and my heart giggled by listening to those impure words from him.
I watched, entranced, as he stepped into the shower. Water cascaded over his muscular, naked body , highlighting every contour of his form, his abs, torso , biceps, beard and especially his bulge and his looks making me mad all over . A familiar sensation stirred within me, and I called out meekly, "Abhii..."
"Yes, jaan?" he replied, his hands running through his hair under the shower.
"I still feel..." I stammered
" What jaan " He asked in confusion while water still running on his head I could see from the translucent mirror and I finally spoke with stammer
"that you are still... inside me."
He chuckled softly. "Awww, my baby," he cooed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Don’t baby me and don’t say ‘awww’!" I retorted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
He emerged from the shower naked , water dripping from his hair and body, his abs glistening in the light. Smirking, he began to mimic my moans from last night, teasing me mercilessly. "I know we were rough last night, but someone was certainly pleased, begging and whimpering."
"Aaaaah, Abhi, more, deeper, don’t stop or I’ll cut you in half," he mocked with a wicked grin.
"Shut up!" I shouted, trying to stand up as I was already done with my business . But before I could, he scooped me up again, holding me close.
"Now, say what you want to say," he whispered, his wet body pressed intimately against mine. The butterflies in my stomach erupted as the cold water cascaded over us.
"Abhi, stop teasing me," I exclaimed, clutching him tightly as the chill of the water made me shiver , and clutch more to him and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and exclaimed
" Abhiiii " He made me stand on his feet, holding me with such tenderness, not letting my feet touch the floor . "Yes, jaan," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm, as he placed fingers on my waist and started to unbutton my shirt, his touch on my bare body makes me feel so special that the words can't even explain it . I clung to his veiny forearms for support. As expected my husband's patience snapped , and he tore his shirt off me, the sound of ripping fabric sending goosebumps all over my skin. I looked at him, my eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire and removed every piece of that and tore shirt from me making me stand naked in front of his standing in front of him like that still make me shy , he looked at shied face
"You look even more beautiful, hot, and sexy when you're naked," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, making my heart pound faster.
"Abhi, this is the 89th piece of clothing you’ve torn," I tried to protest, but he placed his hand on my ass, lifting me up effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso, feeling his strength envelop me.
"So what, love?" he murmured, his lips dangerously close to mine.
"Let’s just take a shower in peace," I suggested weekly, my resolve fading under his intense gaze.
He pressed me against the glass wall, whispering in my ear, "With you standing so close to me, naked ,beautiful, hot, sexy , enchanting , this figure of your's makes me crazy because of which I can’t think of doing anything holy." His words, his touch, and his presence overwhelmed me. He started kissing my cheeks and lips, his soft assault making me moan with need.
"Aaaaah, Abhi," I sighed as he took my hair, wrapped it around his hand, because they were disturbing him to kiss me properly and kissed me deeply. He started to suck my lower lip first and then bit my lower lips le looked at me his eyes saying
" That what you want and needed " he started sucked the blood from my lips which he made bleed from by lips aa the sucked every drop of blood then he sucked both of my lips , my hands fisted in his hairs and both of us started to fight for dominance in the kiss that who will shove their tongue in other's mouth as I tried to shove, he bite my tongue and I winced in his mouth his eyes again met me as he smirked and spoke the unspoken words
" You deserve this my little pet " He finally took the command and shoved his tongue in my mouth his tongue exploring my mouth and sucking my saliva and lips in , our wet body spanked each other , the clapping sound came as we he kissed more deeply me, his bulge was rubbing my clit and my boobs were slamming and jiggling around him the slapping sound of my boobs was echoing in the shower
ABHIMANYU’S POV
My little wife moaned softly as I broke our kiss, my lips trailing down started to suck, bite, tear her jawline skin . "Aaaaabbi," she sighed, her voice filled with pleasure. I looked at her, captivated by the way she was enjoying every touch. One hand held her close, fingers tracing delicate patterns on her bare back, while the other moved to her clit, applying firm pressure. She whimpered,
"Aaah, aaabhhhhi, I'm already sore down there." But her words only spurred me on. I slid my fingers inside her, moving them with deliberate, teasing strokes. She moaned louder, "Aaaaah, aaaaunch."
As I added another finger, her breathing grew uneven, her body trembling with desire. She moaned again, "Aaaaaah, aaabbhii," as my fingers quickened their pace. Her whimpers grew more urgent,
"Auuuch," as she neared her climax. Just as she was about to cum, I stopped, pulling my fingers away. Her eyes flew open, a mix of anger and desperation flashing across her face, the water dripping from her lips making her even more irresistible. But she needed to learn how to earn the things
“Abhi, how could you leave me like that?" she demanded, frustration evident in her voice. I smiled at her, still holding her as I turned off the shower and carried her out. She clung to me tightly, like a koala.
Placing her gently on the washbasin, I grabbed a few towels. "You should learn to earn what you want," I said, wrapping a towel around my waist and another around hers. I gently dried her hair, her legs swinging playfully between mine.
"Then how am I supposed to get what I want?" she asked, frustration in her voice. As I dried her, she moved her toes towards my balls, teasing me. I looked at her legs, then back at her face. She smiled mischievously, her eyes pleading. Deciding to tease her, I said, "Weren't you just saying you're sore down there and your boobs hurt?" She glared, moving closer, her toes trying to pinch me. Before she could, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders,
"Whatever it is, I want it now," she demanded. Smiling devilishly, I took the towel and wiped her, applying just enough pressure to make her moan. "What do you want?" I asked. She moaned deeply, and I removed the towel, making her sit up straight.
"Aaaaaah, I want you to shove your dick inside me and fill this room with our moans, groans, and whimpers. Let's have sex in every corner of your penthouse," she shouted. I wiped her boobs, noticing the marks from the previous night. Despite her soreness, her desire was clear. "Oh, so my fierce pet really wants this?" I asked.
She looked at me with eager eyes and whispered, "Yes." I pulled her closer, scooping her up in a bridal style. "Then say the code," I murmured in her ear. She whispered back, "Master, I am ready for your dirty assault. I beg you, please give me the pleasure of your dick."
As we moved to the bedroom, I laid her on the bed, my voice fierce, "Now there's no going back." I looked at her, my eyes intense, "But there's a condition, my little pet."
She looked at me, confused. "What is it, Master?" she asked.
With a dirty smirk, I replied, "Today, no safe words." She smiled, leaning in close, her breath on my lips, "Master, just fuck me hard so I can cum on your face."
I chuckled, "You little slave of mine." My mouth crashed onto hers, my hips moving towards her as I pinned her hands with one hand. She wrapped her legs around my lower waist, pulling me in closer.
I stood up, and she looked at me in shock, shouting, "What is it?" Ignoring her words, I took out my leather belt from the drawer and returned to her, ordering, "Give me your hands." She obeyed, offering her hands like an obedient slave.
I tied them tightly and pushed her onto the bed. Hovering over her, I saw the desperate hunger in her eyes, her need for pleasure almost palpable.
Suppressing my loving emotions, I commanded, "Open your legs wider." She complied, her breath hitching as I moved closer. She swallowed hard, and I pinched her nipples between my forefinger and thumb, making her whimper, "Aaaaunnnnch."
Without warning, I shoved three fingers into her pussy, and she moaned, "Aaaannnnnh abbbbbhiiiii." I thrust my fingers vigorously, speeding up as she was lost in pleasure. My lips found her breasts, sucking and biting them while she breathed heavily, moaning again, "Auuunch aaaaaaannnnh."
I smirked, continuing to finger-fuck her while my lips groped and sucked her breasts. My other hand moved to her mouth, and she started to suck and nibble my fingers like an obedient cat. I watched her, smirking as she panted heavily beneath me, her body trembling with desire.
As I felt her nearing her climax, I said in a firm voice, "You deserve a punishment for questioning your master." She looked at me, horrified, as I pulled my fingers from her mouth and my lips left her breasts, now covered in my saliva. Pride surged through me as I admired the marks I left on her.
Suddenly, I withdrew my fingers, and she looked at me with a mix of anger and desperation, shouting, "Abhi, this should be the last time you stop in between! If you do it again, I'll make sure you know who the real master is." She tried to warn me, attempting to assert her dominance. But I loved teasing my little wife. Masking my emotions, I said in an authoritative tone, "Earn it, and then you'll get the pleasure."
"What the hell do I have to do to earn the pleasure?" she demanded, frustration and need evident in her voice. Her eyes were filled with a mix of longing and determination, and I knew she would do anything to satisfy her craving.
SHIVNYA’S POV
I shouted in anger, frustration boiling over as I thought about how Abhimanyu had twice stretched my pussy inhumanely, only to remove his fingers right when I was about to climax. My legs were shivering, my pussy throbbing with need. I wanted him, properly and fully.
He moved to sit on his regal chair, his hands resting on the armrests, and ordered, "SIT ON MY LAP." I wasn’t able to walk because of his assaults from last night and this morning. As I swung my legs off the bed and tried to stand, I winced in pain, "Aaaaahhhhhhhh."
He stood up immediately, concern etched on his face, and asked in his sweet voice, "Jaan, is it paining?" I knew my husband cared deeply about my well-being, but he also loved to tease me and give me the pleasure I craved. I smiled weakly and said, "No." But I couldn’t walk even a bit, so he came to me and cradled me, saying in a strict tone, "You don’t have to hide things. Remember, you are my wife and my queen. The real master is you, not me."
I smiled at my overprotective and caring husband and teased, "But you were the one making me learn how to earn the things." He sat in the chair and placed me gently on his lap, saying, "Keep quiet now. Let me continue my unholy desires and give you the pleasure you deserve."
He started to suck my neck and then my breasts. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to myself. His dick was rubbing against my clit, and I moaned, "Aaannnh abhiii." He pulled me even closer, our bodies pressed together, moving in sync. As he leaned down, both of us panted heavily, our humid, naked bodies slapping against each other. I stammered through my moans, "Abhhhhhi... I... WANT THAT DICK OF YOURS INSIDE ME."
He looked at me and smirked, "So hungry for my dick?" He captured my lips with his, shoving his tongue inside me as his hands gripped my hips. He pulled me closer, my clit rubbing against his hard dick. He kissed me intensely, his bulge poking me harder. I moaned again, "Aaaaaaannnnmnh aaaaabhi."
He pulled me by my bare legs, trying to position me over his dick while kissing me fervently. His lips were devouring mine, sucking, tearing, and biting. I didn’t know how many times he drew blood and sucked it away. I moaned, "Aaah." Sensing my desperate need, he loosened his grip and removed his lips from mine, both of us panting heavily, our breaths ragged. He ordered sternly, "SPIT ON MY DICK AND SIT ON IT. COVER MY DICK WITH YOUR SWEET CUM."
I looked at him, confused, and he repeated stoically, "DO IT NOW "
" DO IT MALYSHKA " as he called me , I gathered my resolve, my body trembling with a mix of pain and desire. I spat on his throbbing dick, feeling the heat radiate from it, and slowly positioned myself over him. As I lowered myself onto his hard shaft, a shudder of pleasure coursed through my body, mingling with the remnants of pain. He gripped my hips, guiding me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.
"That's it, my queen," he murmured, his voice a blend of command and tenderness. "Take all of me."
I moved up and down, my moans mingling with his groans, the sensations overwhelming. The friction, the heat, the raw need—it was all too much and yet not enough. I wanted more, needed more.
" Abhbbbbbhhhhhi," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder, please."
He obliged, thrusting up into me with renewed vigor, his hands gripping my waist tightly. The chair creaked beneath us, but neither of us cared. We were lost in the rhythm, in the primal dance of our bodies, in the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over us.
"You're mine," he growled, his eyes dark with lust and love. "All mine."
"Yes," I breathed, feeling the build-up of my climax, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. "Yours. Always ABHHIIIIIIII ."
"Yesss, say my name, call me in your soft moans," he commanded, lifting me up with his dick still inside me. Panting heavily, I asked, "Where are we going?" He looked at me with that smirk that always promised trouble. "On the table," he said.
He swept everything off the table with one hand, the other supporting my bare back. As he laid me down and hovered over me, I moaned as he thrust into me again. "Aaanhhhh, baby," I breathed, my body trembling with need. His hips began to move against mine, pulling my legs around his waist as he thrust deeper. His hands moved to my jawline, his fingers tracing my lips. "Abhi, l...ike that...on....ly," I whimpered.
His pace increased, thrusting more intensely and roughly. "Aaah, Shivi, your pussy is the best pleasure in my life," he groaned, moving faster. "Abhhhhhhi, your dick too," I moaned, the pleasure building to its limits. My legs curled in anticipation. "Aaaaaanhhh, Abhi, do like that only," I pleaded.
He smirked and ordered harshly, "Suck my fingers." I started sucking his fingers as he thrust faster, my moans growing louder. "Aaaaamh, baabyyyyy," I cried out. He chuckled, "Moan as much as you want; this room, this penthouse, is for us only."
As the pleasure intensified, I felt myself nearing the edge. "Baby, I am going to be released," I panted. But Abhimanyu continued thrusting, the room echoing with my whimpers and cries. "No, you aren't. Wait for my command," he ordered in a strict tone. I tried to protest, "But..." He thrust harder, making my eyes roll back and tears spill from the overwhelming pleasure. "Just wait, I am not even close," he groaned.
Shocked, I gasped, "What??" He grunted, "Yes, I want more of you." He increased his pace, and I moaned again, "Aaaaaaanhhhhh, babyyyyy." He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, and as his face neared my chest, I realized what he wanted. "My boobs," I said. He smirked, still ravenous, and his mouth landed on them, biting and sucking hard. "Yes, your jiggling boobies," he mumbled against my skin.
The pleasure was too much. "Aaaaanhhhh, baby, I can't control it," I pleaded. His fingers were tight on my lips, and I tried to suck them, giving him pleasure, but his mouth wouldn't leave my breasts. He groaned and shouted, "You have to. I am near." The table started to shake beneath us, my humid body glued to the glass, but I was on the edge. "Aaaaaanhhh, let me, baby, please," I panted.
He looked at me with a commanding gaze and shouted, "Pet, wait for my command." His teeth and lips didn't leave my breasts as he groaned, "Aahhh, your flesh makes me want to eat you more and more." I moaned again, "Aaaaanhhhh." He panted, "I am pretty close." But I was on my edge, and I shouted, "I am on my edge." He repeated, "Just wait a minute," and thrust deeply, making me feel him in my stomach. In a commanding voice, he said, "Release."
As I released, a wave of relaxation washed over me, a soft moan escaping my lips. "Aaah," I sighed. "Does it feel good?" he asked, and I nodded in happiness and pleasure. He looked at my legs and said with a smile, "Your legs are shaking." I looked at my trembling legs and whined, "I am surely sore." He smirked, still inside me, and asked, "Yeah, should we do one more round?"
Horrified, I recalled the five rounds last night and the midnight thrusting. "Nooo, Abhi, I won't be able to walk," I tried to convince him. But he was deaf to my pleas and said with a cheeky smile, "I don't mind at all, and this time on the dressing table."
Shocked, I exclaimed, "Abhiiii." But he was determined. I looked at the table, sticky with our cum, my legs dripping with the aftermath of my orgasm and his release. "See, we are all wet," I pointed out. He smirked, lifting me with both hands on my bare back, and said, "Then all the more reason." He threw everything off the dressing table again and made me sit on it. "Yes," I breathed, resigned to his desires.
He took both of my hands and pinned them up on the mirror, his lips tracing patterns on my face as he thrust into me again. "Aaaaanhhhhh, Abhiii," I moaned. Just then, we heard a phone call on both our phones.
He didn’t care.
Not about the buzzing phone, not about the world outside that room.
Abhimanyu kept thrusting into me, harder… fiercer — and my hands desperately searched for something to hold on to — the edge of the dressing table, his shoulder, anything, as waves of pleasure crashed through my body. He was relentless, completely consumed in the moment.
The phone kept ringing. Call after call. It didn’t stop.
“Ahnnn… Abhiii,” I moaned breathlessly, trying to stay sane. “Just check once… it could be something important… maybe an emergency—”
But his hips snapped forward harder, making me cry out, and he growled into my ear, “Nothing is more important than you right now.”
And that was it.
No more questions. No more distractions.
Just the rhythm of our bodies — the sweet torture of every thrust, the moans and gasps that echoed in the room, the feeling of him completely filling me again and again like we were discovering each other for the very first time.
“I’m close…” he murmured hoarsely, his voice trembling against my skin.
“So am I…” I managed to whisper back, clinging onto him.
And then — like a final burst of fireworks — we came together, bodies shaking, breathless, overwhelmed. I could feel him release deep inside me just as my own high tore through me like a storm.
We were both drenched in sweat, clinging to one another, lost in the moment.
But before I could fully collapse, Abhimanyu, still inside me, placed one hand firmly under my thighs and lifted me with ease. My legs stayed wrapped around him as I buried my face in his neck, completely exhausted.
He walked us to where the phone had been ringing, grabbed it, and hit play on the voicemail.
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