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Two minutes later…
My phone rang.
Sudden.
Sharp.
Like it had been waiting.
Like it knew what I was thinking.
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I looked down.
Lit screen.
Name glowing.
Prakash calling.
I exhaled.
Rolled my head to one side.
Muttered softly—
“Finally, hero is calling?”
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Still I picked up.
Slid green button.
“Hello?” I said.
Flat voice.
No smile.
No welcome.
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“Hello… madam…”
His voice.
Soft.
Careful.
Almost breathy.
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“Ohhh!” I said loudly.
Voice went up.
“Sir is finally free ah?”
“Very busy schedule?”
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“No madam, I was—”
“I called five minutes back.”
“Not fifty.”
“What were you doing?”
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“No no, I was just—”
“Stop.”
I snapped.
“Don’t want your life story.”
“Just listen.”
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“Yes madam.”
“Come to flat.”
“Now?”
“No, next Diwali.”
My voice sharp.
“Yes, now only.”
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He paused.
One second.
“Okay madam… any reason?”
I blinked.
My mouth opened.
My jaw tightened.
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“Eh! What you said?”
“Any… work is there or…”
I sat up straighter.
Back complaining.
Eyebrows raised.
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“You want reason ah?”
“You’re security or lawyer?”
“No madam… sorry…”
“When I say come—just come.”
“That’s the rule.”
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“Yes madam.”
“Don’t ask questions.”
He was quiet.
Fully silent.
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“Next five minutes.”
“I don’t want you taking one full round of building.”
“Yes madam. Coming now.”
“Very good.”
I cut the call.
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Phone tossed beside me.
Soft thump on cushion.
I leaned back again.
Back still aching.
Not breaking. But biting.
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And my mind?
That one was racing.
Talking.
Arguing.
Laughing at me.
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“What is this, Pavi…”
“You’re calling him again?”
“It’s just for cylinder,” I told myself.
“One dirty metal piece. Not dick.”
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But body…
That was not innocent.
That was not holy.
Chest was calm.
Breath steady.
But down…
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Lower part.
Panty place.
Still damp.
Still soft.
Still smiling.
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Like it knew.
Knew what was coming.
I stood slowly.
Back stretched.
Pain warned me again.
Sharp poke.
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I winced.
Sighed.
Then I patted my own backside.
Soft tap.
“Don’t show off when he comes,” I whispered.
“Stand straight. Be dignified.”
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Two minutes.
Passed.
Then three.
Then—
Ding-dong.
One sharp ring.
I adjusted pallu.
Quickly.
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Fingers checked blouse hook.
Still tight.
Then walked.
Not limping.
Not hurrying.
Just firm steps.
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Peep-hole flap lifted.
I peeked.
Corridor was empty.
Quiet.
Only him.
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Standing straight.
One hand behind.
Other adjusting belt.
Uniform was still new.
Still crisp.
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I opened door.
One small crack first.
Peeked again.
No neighbours.
No kids.
No aunties.
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“Come in,” I said.
Voice normal.
He nodded.
Stepped inside.
Two steps.
Stopped.
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His eyes…
Looked at face.
Then body.
Then…
He saw it.
That limp.
That tiny shift.
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“Madam… what happened?”
His voice changed.
Little worry.
I turned sharply.
Eyebrows up.
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“Why you care like that?”
“No… just saw you walking little… different…”
“You’re tracking my legs now?”
“No madam… just asking—”
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“Don’t ask.”
“Just listen.”
“Yes madam.”
“Come. Kitchen.”
I turned.
He followed.
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Each step…
I felt it.
His eyes behind me.
Not touching.
But following.
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I bit my cheek.
Just a little.
Not shame.
Just control.
Because heat had returned.
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That soft heat.
Under stomach.
Not burning.
Just smouldering.
Like memory of his hand near gate.
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I shook my head.
Tiny shake.
Focus.
Only gas.
We reached the cylinder.
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“See this thing?” I said.
He nodded.
Looked down.
“I tried. It didn’t move.”
He bent.
Held top.
Lifted.
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One pull.
Done.
He walked.
Placed it near stove.
No sound.
No struggle.
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Like bucket of water.
I watched.
One second too long.
Then turned face quickly.
“Okay. Done.”
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“Yes madam.”
“Now leave.”
I walked to him.
Hand up.
Shooed.
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He blinked.
Nodded.
“Okay madam…”
Turned.
Started to go.
But I…
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I bent.
Knee down.
Hand forward.
Regulator.
Twist.
Pull.
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But—
Snap.
Sharp ache.
Lower back.
Right curve.
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“Ahh…”
Mouth opened.
Soft sound.
Hand caught stove.
Body froze.
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One second.
Still.
Pain throbbed.
I didn’t move.
Then said—
“Prakash…”
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He turned.
Fast.
Came back.
“Yes madam?”
“Come…”
He stepped closer.
Stood near.
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Face looked confused.
Worried.
“My back is hurting.”
He bent slightly.
“What happened?”
“You happened.”
“Your gas happened.”
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“This stupid metal…”
“Sorry madam…”
“Sorry won’t fix.”
“Just help.”
He smiled.
Small.
Real.
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“Tell me what to do.”
That smile.
Like he was happy.
To be needed.
I saw it.
And rolled my eyes.
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I stood up slowly.
From the edge of the counter.
One palm pressing lightly there.
Supporting.
Balancing.
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Back still hurting.
Not sharp.
Not stabbing.
But still there.
Behind the hipbone.
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Like some small stone…
Pressed under skin.
Refusing to move.
Just sitting there.
Reminding.
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I didn’t show it on my face.
No frown.
No wince.
I stood straight.
Pulled the pallu slightly.
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Smoothed it once.
Voice calm.
“Come to kitchen,” I said.
“Do one more thing.”
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He nodded.
No question.
No “what?”
No “why?”
Just nodded.
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Walked behind me again.
Soft steps.
Quiet breath.
Respectful silence.
I walked ahead.
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Inside kitchen.
I leaned.
One elbow on side shelf.
Very casual.
Pretending.
Like nothing was wrong.
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But inside?
Inside…
I was clenching.
One small corner of saree.
In my fist.
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Just holding.
Tight.
Distracting myself.
So pain won’t grow.
So desire won’t rise.
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He looked at me once.
Then at the regulator.
Then again at me.
That pause.
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That wrinkle.
Near his brow.
He had noticed something.
Maybe my face.
Maybe my posture.
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Maybe the way I stood.
Tilted slightly.
Not full straight.
But he didn’t ask.
Didn’t point.
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Smart fellow.
He just bent.
Down.
Quietly.
No noise.
No showing off.
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Held the old regulator.
Fingers soft.
Twist.
Click.
Pull.
Done.
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Then fitted the new one.
Another click.
Another twist.
Firm.
Confident.
No drama.
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Then he stood.
Looked at me once.
No words.
Just a glance.
Then bent again.
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Lifted the old cylinder.
That big, heavy thing.
Like it was nothing.
Arms went around.
Tight.
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Metal hugged.
Pulled.
Balanced.
He carried it.
Like pillow.
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I stared.
At his back.
At his shoulder.
Muscles under cloth.
Uniform stretched.
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I looked away.
Fast.
“Control,” I told myself.
“Back is hurting.”
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“And you’re looking at man’s arm?”
He walked off.
To side room.
Placed cylinder near utility shelf.
Came back.
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Hands brushed.
Lightly.
Like removing dust.
Then he asked—
Soft voice.
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“Madam…”
“Shall I make tea?”
I blinked.
“What?”
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“Tea.”
“I’ll make.”
“If… okay for you.”
I looked at him.
Eyebrows lifted.
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“Why not?”
“Already you’ve come and danced inside my kitchen.”
“Might as well do full performance.”
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He smiled.
Slight.
Not full grin.
Not shameless.
Just a small lift of cheek.
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“Where’s ginger, madam?”
“Above fridge.”
“Small piece is there.”
“Elachi?”
“Same place.”
“Yellow dappa. Back side.”
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“Cardamom?”
“That’s elachi, fool.”
“Oh… okay…”
He nodded.
Opened fridge.
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Hands moved.
Careful.
Each item placed gently.
Checked.
Sniffed.
Set aside.
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Like trained cook.
Like small househusband.
I leaned on wall.
Arms crossed.
Eyes watching.
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Back still aching.
But no wince.
I shifted weight.
Left foot to right.
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He bent.
Opened drawer.
Looking.
“Green box,” I said.
“Left of sugar dabba.”
He found it.
Pulled it.
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Set everything neatly.
Then pan.
Small one.
Poured water.
Then milk.
Then sugar.
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Started slicing ginger.
Back of spoon.
Not knife.
Small pieces.
I watched his hands.
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Thick fingers.
Dark knuckles.
Scar on left thumb.
Wrist had light hair.
Veins showed when he moved.
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That motion.
That rhythm.
I looked away.
Fast.
“Why you taking full sweet time?” I asked.
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“Tea only…”
“Sorry madam… I’m just… making properly.”
“Making properly ah?”
“You tea master or what?”
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He paused.
Then said—
“Yes madam.”
“Sometime back…”
“I worked tea stall.”
“In hometown.”
“One year.”
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I blinked.
“Seriously?”
“Hardworking, no?”
He smiled.
Small again.
Didn’t reply.
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Milk boiled.
Ginger inside.
Elachi too.
Smell changed.
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Kitchen filled.
Spice.
Sugar.
Soft milk warmth.
He stirred slowly.
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I didn’t sit.
Even with pain.
I just stood.
Arms still folded.
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Watched him stir.
Watched shoulder move.
He reached cupboard.
Took two cups.
Plastic.
Steel.
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Turned.
“Which one, madam?”
“Steel.”
He poured.
Half.
Careful.
No spill.
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Brought it to me.
Held forward.
I took.
Our fingers brushed.
One second.
Just skin to skin.
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He stepped back.
Quiet again.
I looked down.
Steam rose.
Golden brown.
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I sipped.
Softly.
Lips on rim.
Closed eyes.
Just little.
Then opened.
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Looked at him.
“Not bad,” I said.
He waited.
No answer.
No jump.
Just standing.
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Another sip.
Warmth went down throat.
Ginger bite.
Elachi soft.
Milk perfect.
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Even sugar.
Exactly right.
I looked again.
He was still.
Watching.
Waiting.
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“Looks like tea master didn’t forget skill,” I said.
“Thank you madam.”
“I didn’t say it’s good.”
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He nodded.
Calm.
Quiet.
Still that same soft face.
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I sipped again.
Then said slowly:
“Still… better.”
He didn’t smile.
Just dipped head.
Like bowing.
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I walked.
Toward dining table.
Cup in both hands.
Each step—
Pull behind waist.
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But I didn’t limp.
Didn’t flinch.
Just walked.
Sat down slowly.
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Held the cup.
Whispered in mind:
“Perfect tea…”
“From wrong person.”
Still didn’t thank him.
Only drank.
And mocked.
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I took one last sip of the tea.
Warm.
Still.
Let it swirl softly.
All around the tongue.
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Not drinking.
Just holding.
Then—
Swallowed.
Slowly.
Felt it slide down throat.
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That was the final drop.
The end.
I looked down at the cup.
Steel.
Thin.
Soft clinking sound when I tilted it once.
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Then I held it out.
One hand.
Casual.
Like it meant nothing.
“Take it,” I said.
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He stepped forward.
One step.
Not hurrying.
Just smooth.
His fingers reached.
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Collected it.
Gently.
No brushing.
No touch.
Just took.
Turned back.
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Walked to sink.
No sound from feet.
Only small clink when cup touched steel.
He opened the tap.
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Ran water slow.
No splash.
Just stream.
Calm.
Quiet.
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Then scrubbed.
No sponge.
Only hand.
Fingers rubbed rim.
Then inside.
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I leaned.
On dining table edge.
One hand pressing softly on wood.
Hip tilted.
Body angled.
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Back was still aching.
Still there.
Still whispering.
But I didn’t show.
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Only my fingers curled tighter.
One small pleat in saree.
Held like thread.
Not letting go.
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I watched him.
Arms moving.
Not fast.
Just steady.
Methodical.
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Elbow flexed.
Shoulder shifted.
Tap water ran down cup.
His thumb circled the rim once.
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Something about it…
Wrong.
But sweet.
Strange.
Like… he belonged here.
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Then I said it.
Loud.
Sharp.
“You’re comfortable, ah?”
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He paused.
Looked at me.
Blink.
“Huh?”
“Cleaning cup,” I said.
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“Moving around.”
“Acting like it’s your home.”
“All okay for you?”
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“No madam… I was just—”
“Just what?”
“Making yourself at home?”
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“No no, madam—”
I stood.
Slowly.
Back pulled.
Pinched.
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Face stayed blank.
Only pain underneath.
Barely flinched.
But he saw.
He noticed.
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He turned quickly.
Voice came.
“Madam—are you okay?”
I waved hand once.
Sharp gesture.
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“Don’t act concerned now.”
“Pain came again?”
“It didn’t go only.”
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“Shall I help?”
I stared.
Blank.
Still.
“You’re going to operate, ah?”
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He smiled.
Small.
Not wide.
Not teasing.
Just quiet smile.
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“No madam.”
“Just… I know how to press sprain spots.”
“Ohhh, doctor now?”
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“No madam…”
“Just little knowledge.”
“Where you got it?”
“YouTube?”
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He shook head once.
“Grandmother.”
“She used to fix all family pain.”
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“Your grandmother was orthopedic surgeon or what?”
“No…”
“Just… knew tricks.”
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I scoffed.
Snorted air through nose.
“Except study, you did everything no?”
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He looked down.
Smiled again.
Didn’t argue.
Didn’t defend.
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“That’s why ended up like this, ah?”
“Wearing this uniform.”
“Washing my cup.”
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He didn’t answer.
Only rinsed the glass.
Last time.
Turned it.
Placed it upside down.
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Tap still dripping.
One drop.
Then another.
I stood near the chair.
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Hand on backrest.
Trying to straighten spine.
One warning came.
Back twisted slightly.
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I let out soft sound.
Not scream.
Just half-breath.
But he heard.
He turned.
Came near.
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“Where is the pain, madam?”
I looked.
Expression flat.
Then pointed.
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“What will you do if I tell?”
“Just show once…”
“I’ll press.”
“That’s all.”
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“Ohhh, you’ve done this before, is it?”
“Yes madam.”
“I helped lot of people… who used to get sprain.”
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“Ahhh! Full service!”
“No madam.”
“Only if they asked.”
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“You think I’m asking?”
He paused.
Didn’t push.
Just looked.
Gently.
Soft.
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I sighed.
Then moved.
One hand went to pallu.
Lifted edge.
Away from waist.
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Then tapped.
Back.
Lower part.
Just above curve.
“Not hips,” I said.
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“Here only.”
“Just above the ass.”
His eyes followed.
Traced.
Then nodded once.
“Okay, madam.”
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I was still sitting in the chair.
Back flat against the wooden rest.
The seat slightly hard under me.
Not soft.
Not cushioned.
Just enough.
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My legs were parted slightly.
Not wide.
Just natural.
The way a saree falls when you sit.
Pleats settled in the middle.
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The petticoat pulled a bit over my thighs.
That cotton tension.
That fabric tension.
Between my knees and hips.
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Hands were resting on my thighs.
Both palms flat.
Not clenched.
Not fidgeting.
Just sitting calm.
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Fingers curled slightly.
Like holding quiet.
Not showing anything.
But body was not fully quiet.
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Pallu was pulled forward.
Neatly.
I had arranged it myself.
Tucked just enough to cover the blouse line.
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But even then—
One side had slipped.
Barely.
That edge near my left side.
Falling just a bit.
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Chest was covered.
But not hidden.
The shape still showed.
The outline was there.
Breathing soft beneath the fabric.
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My back was warm.
Not just from pain.
Not anymore.
It was a new kind of heat now.
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Tension heat.
That one which starts under skin.
Spreads like quiet fire.
Slowly.
Without drama.
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I could feel him.
Behind me.
Not touching.
Not leaning.
Just there.
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Near enough.
Near enough for my skin to notice.
The hairs on my nape…
They knew.
They were standing now.
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He stepped forward.
Soft.
Like foot not even touching floor.
Then said—
That same voice.
That same obedient softness.
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“Madam… can I?”
I turned slightly.
Neck twisted over shoulder.
Gave him that one look.
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The eyebrow lift.
Just one.
Nothing else.
“For what?” I asked.
“Honeymoon?”
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He blinked.
Fast.
Eyes widened slightly.
Then said:
“For pressing… that spot.”
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I clicked my tongue.
Sharp.
Sideways.
“Why you’re asking like scared goat?” I said.
“You want to touch or not?”
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“Only if you allow, madam…”
He stood still.
Didn’t move closer.
Didn’t step back.
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I leaned back.
One inch.
Neck touched the edge of the chair.
That curve cooled my skin.
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Then nodded once.
Just a small move.
“Okay,” I said.
“Go ahead.”
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He came closer.
Slow.
No sound.
Hands still by his side.
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Then slowly—
Only his right hand came up.
No rush.
No hurry.
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He hovered.
Behind my back.
Not touching.
Just air.
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I felt it.
The shift.
Air moved.
Pressure changed.
Before the fingers even landed.
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Then—
Tap.
Fingertips touched.
Centre of my lower back.
Just rested.
No push.
No rub.
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I stiffened.
Not from pain.
Not from cold.
From something else.
Something deeper.
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That strange, dangerous heat.
That inner switch.
His hand was warm.
His fingers — dry, rough.
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But the way he touched?
It was not greedy.
It was not wild.
It was like prayer.
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“Here, no?” he asked.
“No,” I said softly.
“Little higher.”
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He adjusted.
Didn’t ask again.
Just moved hand.
Slid up slightly.
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Now—
His fingers were just above the curve of my backside.
Right where the bone dips.
Right where nerve begins.
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“Here?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Okay madam…”
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He pressed.
Not suddenly.
Not sharp.
First gentle.
Then more.
Then—
Thumb came.
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His thumb pressed sideways.
Into one line.
One nerve.
And then—
CRRKK.
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A sound.
Soft.
Inside.
Like knuckle popping.
But deeper.
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I gasped.
“AYY!”
Eyes blinked fast.
Breath held.
Then released.
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The pain?
Gone.
Just gone.
Like magic.
Like sin forgiven.
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I turned.
Neck twisting again.
Looked at him.
“You did that?”
He nodded.
One simple nod.
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“Back okay now?”
I stood.
Slowly.
Cautious.
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No flinch.
No groan.
No lean.
I was upright.
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“Wait wait wait…” I said.
“How you did?”
“My grandma…”
“She taught me.”
“Which bone to press…”
“Which way to twist…”
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“She was local doctor or what?”
“No…”
“Just home things.”
“Old village tricks.”
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I rolled my eyes.
“But it worked.”
“Yes madam.”
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I took two steps.
Light.
Easy.
Still no pain.
“Gone!” I said.
“Fully gone!”
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He smiled.
Not big.
Not proud.
Just soft.
Quiet.
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As if…
Fixing me was normal.
His job.
His work.
His role.
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“Okay okay…” I said.
“Now what?”
“You came and did everything, no?”
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“Yes madam.”
“Cylinder moved.”
“Gas connected.”
“Tea made.”
“Cup washed.”
“Backside pressed.”
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“Yes madam.”
“Anything left?”
He thought.
One second.
Then shook head.
“No madam.”
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“Good…”
I sat again.
Same chair.
But this time—
Full straight.
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No leaning.
No wincing.
Back upright.
Shoulders proud.
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Chest lifted.
Pallu neat.
Face calm.
Breath even.
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Just pure sitting.
Like queen.
Like actress.
No disturbance.
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He stood.
Still nearby.
Still in uniform.
Still silent.
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Like villain.
Not loud one.
Not dangerous.
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Just waiting.
Still.
Still under control.
My control.
Exactly where I liked him.
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I was sitting straight now.
Proper.
Upright.
No slouching.
No twisting.
Back fixed.
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Body relaxed.
Not a single pain.
Not one muscle complaining.
Only softness.
Only stillness.
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But the real problem?
That was not in my spine.
Or in my joints.
That was somewhere else.
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Somewhere inside.
Underneath.
In that hidden place.
The one no pooja can clean.
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Because ever since he touched me…
Something had started.
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A small twitch.
Very low.
Near panty line.
Where the cloth sits.
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Not strong.
Not sharp.
Just soft.
But it was growing.
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And then—
My eyes—
Like fool—
Went and looked.
Straight.
At his pants.
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The bulge.
That curve.
That shape of cock pressing from inside the uniform cloth.
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Firm.
Visible.
Rounded in the middle.
Wider near base.
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My lips parted slightly.
One soft breath tried to come.
But didn’t.
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Nothing came.
Only heat.
Only awareness.
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I blinked.
Then quickly looked away.
Eyes sharp.
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“Idiot, Pavi,” I muttered inside.
“Why are you checking that?”
“You just prayed an hour ago.”
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I turned in the chair.
Slightly.
Legs stayed together.
Pressed thighs tighter.
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But—
That made it worse.
Because the pressure—
It pushed.
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My pussy pulsed again.
One small throb.
Playful.
Knowing.
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Like it had seen what I saw.
Like it wanted more.
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He was still standing there.
Still silent.
Still facing me.
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I looked up sharply.
Voice came with it.
“Hello?”
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He blinked.
“Yes madam?”
“You again started staring?”
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“No madam…”
I stood up.
Slow.
Careful.
Hands on hips.
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Eyes narrow.
Voice sharp.
“You think you’re hero or what?”
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“No madam…”
“Then why your eyes are travelling like ticket inspector?”
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“Sorry madam…”
“Sorry? Keep your eyes in socket, not on my body!”
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“Yes madam…”
He looked down.
Head bent.
Still.
Silent.
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But that silence…
That guilt on his face…
It didn’t calm me.
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It made it worse.
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Because now?
He looked…
Submissive.
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Still.
Obedient.
Waiting.
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And that bulge?
Still there.
Still full.
Still awake.
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My body…
That useless shameless body…
It throbbed again.
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One small beat.
Right inside.
Behind panty line.
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I clenched.
Useless.
Pointless.
Still warm.
Still wet.
Still wanting.
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I closed my eyes.
One second.
Then cursed softly.
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“God, are you watching this?”
“I asked for strength. You gave me back pain.”
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“I asked for control. You sent cock.”
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Then—
Suddenly—
I stepped forward.
Sharp.
Fast.
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His head lifted.
Confused.
Eyes looking.
Then—
PAK!
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My palm.
Right cheek.
Tight.
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He didn’t expect it.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t block.
Just stood.
Breath held.
Eyes wide.
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“What are you looking at?” I snapped.
His mouth opened slightly.
Then—
“Madam…”
“What?”
“…today you’re looking very beautiful.”
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I stared.
Jaw dropped slightly.
Breath caught.
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“What did you say?”
He swallowed.
Still looking down.
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“I just said…”
“You just said? You’ve started saying directly ah? Praising?”
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“No madam… I didn’t mean—”
PAKKK!
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Second slap.
Left cheek.
His head jerked slightly.
But still—
He stood.
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“Your tongue is becoming long no?”
“No madam…”
“Why? You think I’m wearing saree for you?”
“No madam…”
“Make tea means compliment also you’ll give ah?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Did I ask your opinion?”
“No madam…”
He paused.
Then voice dropped.
“But it’s true…”
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I stared.
Brows lifted.
Slow breath.
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“Ohhh! So now you’re confident?”
“No madam…”
“You’ll tell me I’m beautiful like that?”
“You are, madam.”
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“And what next?”
“You’ll say you want to love me ah?”
“No madam… never…”
“You’ll touch feet and propose?”
“No madam…”
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I stepped forward.
Close.
Now face to face.
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“I should break your teeth.”
He looked down again.
Still didn’t move.
Still quiet.
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That bulge?
Still there.
Bigger now.
Taller.
Thicker.
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And me?
My body was lost.
Gone.
Fully betrayed.
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Chest was rising.
Soft.
Not heaving.
Just awake.
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Thighs pressing together.
Not hiding.
Just holding.
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Panty?
Warm.
Wet.
Laughing.
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I could feel it.
Clearly.
Sticky under the cotton.
Alive.
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And I knew.
I knew one thing.
If I didn’t stop now—
I’d lose.
Fully.
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But I didn’t stop.
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I looked down.
At it.
The shape.
The size.
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Thick.
Long.
Tugging against cloth.
Like trying to escape.
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Waiting.
Waiting for me.
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He didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
Just stood.
Like soldier.
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I shook my head.
Whispered.
“This is not me.”
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But I stepped.
One final step.
And then—
Without warning…
Without plan…
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I reached down.
My hand.
Fast.
Wrapped.
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Grabbed it.
Full.
Firm.
Alive.
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Through the cloth.
Thick.
Hot.
Heavy in palm.
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I froze.
So did he.
Air paused.
Nothing moved.
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It was huge.
Hard.
Throbbing faint.
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And I wasn’t even sure…
If this was fully hard yet.
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My hand was still there.
Still wrapped.
Still holding.
That thick, throbbing thing.
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Inside his pants.
Inside my grip.
Firm.
Heavy.
Alive.
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And my whole body…
Not still.
Not calm.
Just…
Shivering.
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Not violently.
Not shaking like fear.
Just slow.
Trembling.
One small wave under the skin.
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My chest?
It was rising.
Not heaving.
Not gasping.
Just full breath.
Each one warm.
Heavy.
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And my control?
Gone.
That calm, temple-woman voice?
Vanished.
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Prayer?
Thrown.
God?
Out.
Temple?
Forgotten like yesterday's newspaper.
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But my face?
It didn’t show.
Not one crack.
Not one flicker.
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Just calm.
Blank.
Like I’m bargaining tomato price.
Not holding one man’s cock.
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Then—
PAKKK!
Another slap.
Sharp.
Quick.
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This time?
Left cheek.
My palm flat.
Hard.
Deliberate.
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His head jerked slightly.
But only slight.
Didn’t cry out.
Didn’t stumble.
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Just stood.
Still.
Silent.
Like scolded child.
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And under my hand?
Still that cock.
Still full.
Still pressing up into my palm like it had opinion.
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Eyes down.
Mouth open just a little.
Breath hot near his lips.
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I spoke sharp.
Proper scolding tone.
“What is this, ah?”
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He blinked.
“…Madam…”
“Why it’s standing like tower?”
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“I… I didn’t…”
“You gave small back sprain and now this thing is doing parade?”
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“I didn’t mean…”
“Meaning you’re doing physical therapy or starting love making?”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“No madam… I swear…”
“You swear? To who? Your grandmother?”
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He swallowed again.
Throat moved.
But still standing.
Still bulging.
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I stepped.
Closer.
Just one half step.
But now?
My chest was near.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Almost touching him.
Not brushing.
But near enough that heat passed between us.
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His cock?
Still there.
Still pressing.
Still pulsing.
Like second gas stove near my waist.
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But my face?
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t twitch.
Just eyes steady.
Cold.
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I looked into his eyes.
And said:
“Don’t think I won’t slap again.”
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He nodded quickly.
“I’m sorry, madam.”
“I didn’t say sorry. I asked what you’re thinking.”
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“…Nothing, madam…”
“Nothing? Then why your cock is thinking everything?”
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He bit his lip.
Eyes still down.
Face guilty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I didn’t… I was just helping…”
“Helping? That’s your help? Standing like construction pole in middle of kitchen?”
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“I couldn’t stop…”
“Ohhh… now also it’s not stopping no?”
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I backed away.
One full step.
My hand let go.
But eyes didn’t.
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I turned.
Showed him my side.
Not full.
Just angle.
Just curve.
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The saree had shifted slightly.
Pallu still over my shoulder.
But pleats?
Too tight now.
Hugging belly like cling film.
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And my navel?
It was showing.
Small.
Deep.
Soft line between blouse and pleat.
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I turned my head slowly.
Looked at him.
Saw it.
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His eyes.
Exactly where I thought.
Not on face.
Not on foot.
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Right at the hip.
That skin.
That line.
That belly.
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Like bee looking at sugar.
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I clicked tongue.
“Hello.”
He looked up.
“Yes madam.”
“Your eyes are going there no?”
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“No madam…”
“Liar. Just now you were doing full sightseeing.”
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“No madam, I was just—”
“You want to touch ah?”
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He froze.
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I said it again.
Louder.
“You want to touch my hip and navel area?”
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He looked down again.
Didn’t answer.
Didn’t deny.
Didn’t run.
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I waited.
Arms crossed.
Brows up.
Just staring.
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Then finally—
He nodded.
Small.
One single nod.
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Like collegeboy caught cheating.
Like dog asking permission.
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I smiled.
Slight.
But sharp.
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Not kind smile.
Not warm smile.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That naughty one.
The one I use when shopkeeper overcharges.
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“Go then.”
He blinked.
“What?”
I pointed down.
Right at the hip curve.
That spot where saree was gripping tight.
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“Go and touch.”
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He hesitated.
But his hand?
It moved.
Slow.
Quiet.
Scared.
Hungry.
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Like it was listening more to cock than to brain.
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And I?
I just stood.
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One hand resting on hip.
Other still pointing.
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My belly?
Already tingling.
Waiting.
Calling.
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But my face?
Still blank.
Still calm.
Still top position.
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And his fingers?
They were coming closer.
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His hand…
It was coming.
Closer.
Not fast.
Not jumping.
Just quiet.
Like it knew the way.
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Like some magnet.
Pulling toward my skin.
Soft pull.
From air.
From heat.
From… somewhere deeper.
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And me?
I stood still.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t twitch.
Just watched.
Let it come.
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Let it reach —
One inch…
Then one more…
Then just two inches away…
Then—
SLAP!
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Not his cheek.
Not his face.
Just his hand.
A sharp one.
Open palm.
Straight on the fingers.
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I blocked it.
Hard.
Fast.
“ENNNNNNH!”
That snap.
Like angry teacher catching naughty boy.
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He froze.
Mid-air.
Hand paused.
Eyes wide.
Mouth slightly open.
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“I told you to touch…”
My voice was sharp.
Low.
Scolding.
“…so immediately you come forward, ah?”
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His face?
Confused.
Like baby monkey who lost tree.
“M-Madam… you only said…”
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“Ohhh I said. So you’ll do everything I say ah?”
His mouth moved.
“I thought—”
“You don’t think. You’re not genius.”
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“…Sorry madam…”
His hand was still raised.
Frozen.
Like statue in museum.
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I gave one small push.
Not big.
Just flicked my wrist and moved his arm.
But inside my palm?
Ayyo.
That forearm.
Like rock.
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I had to give effort to push.
Not joking effort.
Real one.
One full bangle shifted from my wrist.
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“Your hand is made of rock or what?”
I asked.
But I grinned.
A bit.
Couldn’t help it.
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He didn’t reply.
Just stood.
Looking.
Lost.
Like student without textbook.
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And I?
I laughed.
Real one.
Not giggle.
Not nervous.
Proper full laugh.
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“Scared?” I asked.
Still laughing.
“You don’t even know if I’m joking or not.”
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He looked down.
“I don’t understand, madam…”
“Of course you don’t. That’s why you’re like this.”
“I thought you were serious…”
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“You thought ah?”
I raised both eyebrows.
“Next time I say jump from terrace, you’ll also go flying?”
“No madam…”
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I turned.
One half-circle.
Hair moved over my shoulder.
Pallu shifted.
One soft fold dropped near hip.
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He didn’t blink.
Still watching.
Still standing.
Breathing quiet.
But stiff.
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I pointed.
One sharp finger.
“Tell me one thing.”
“Yes madam…”
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“If I say touch… you’ll touch me?”
He didn’t speak.
Just blinked.
Once.
Twice.
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I stepped closer.
Neck tilted.
Eyebrows raised.
Eyes focused.
“Did you hear or you became deaf now?”
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He nodded.
Small nod.
One time.
“Ahh. So you will touch.”
“I thought… you allowed…”
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I clapped.
Sharp.
Echo in kitchen.
“Ohhh so now you need permission also properly stamped ah?”
“No madam… just…”
“Shhh. Don’t explain.”
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“You said yes. So now touch again.”
He blinked.
Once.
“Touch again.”
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His hand moved.
Again.
Same direction.
Same rhythm.
Slower.
Obedient.
Like he’d learned.
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I waited.
Just watched.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t flinch.
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When it came near—
SMACK!
My fingers struck his again.
He jumped.
Eyes big.
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“Ah ah ahhh…” I sang.
Like teasing.
Mocking.
“Not so easy.”
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“Madam…”
He started.
“Every time you move hand, I’ll block.”
“Why, madam?”
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“I don’t know.”
I smiled.
Sideways.
Crooked.
“Maybe I’m mad today.”
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He didn’t speak.
Then I leaned closer.
Softer voice.
Mocking again.
“You got excited no?”
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He looked away.
“No madam…”
“Lie again, I’ll slap mouth also.”
He looked down.
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“I was just doing what you said…”
I faced him full.
No teasing now.
Body close.
Breath soft.
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“You like this game?”
No reply.
Again I asked.
“You enjoy when I tease and stop?”
“…Little…”
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I slapped his arm.
Not hard.
Just enough to sting.
“Aaah! Dirty fellow.”
“Sorry madam…”
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“So you’re getting full fun standing and waiting to touch me?”
“No madam… I’m getting confused.”
“Confused? Then shall I draw instruction on paper?”
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He looked up.
Voice soft.
“Please tell what you want, madam.”
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“What I want?”
“Yes madam…”
I pointed at my hip.
One finger.
Slow.
“My waist is here.”
“Yes madam.”
“My navel is just above.”
“Yes madam.”
“You want to touch?”
He swallowed.
Nodded.
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“Then touch.”
His hand rose.
Slower now.
Serious.
Not excited.
Not playful.
Just… quiet.
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My heart?
It had started.
Beating fuller.
Faster.
But face?
Still calm.
Still queen.
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“Come on then.”
I said it soft.
Almost whisper.
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His hand came closer.
Near.
Nearer.
Right there.
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I moved palm.
Tried to stop.
“Enough. Wait.”
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But he didn’t fully stop.
Didn’t go back.
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His hand came close.
Too close.
Then—
It touched.
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Palm resting.
Flat.
Soft.
Right on the hip.
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No grab.
No rub.
Just… resting.
Skin on skin, through the cloth.
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Warm.
Wide.
Quiet.
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Right under the pleats.
Right where curve becomes softness.
Right where nothing ever touched before.
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And me?
I didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
Only breath caught.
Paused.
Held.
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Because inside me…
That moment…
My pussy…
It pulsed.
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His hand was still there.
Still on my hip.
Still warm.
Still resting.
Not squeezing.
Not rubbing.
Just… there.
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Like some prayer hand.
Like it belonged there.
Like my skin was waiting for it.
And my body?
Ayyo. My body was behaving like full idiot.
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That soft palm — sitting on the curve —
Right on the side.
On that small soft slope just before ass begins.
Even though it wasn’t moving,
My thighs were.
Slight pressure.
Just one small clench.
But I felt it.
Fully.
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I took breath.
Slow.
One deep one.
Chest lifted softly.
And then —
I slapped.
Not hard.
Just firm.
Right on his hand.
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It moved.
Easily.
Flew away like paper.
Earlier it was like rock.
Now?
Now it was like his hand was remote-controlled by my palm.
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I folded my arms.
Raised one eyebrow.
Gave full headmistress tone.
“Hmmmm… becoming bold now, ah?”
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He looked.
Not scared.
Not brave.
Just silent.
Like he was… watching instructions.
Reading face.
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“Before you were shivering if I raised voice.”
“Now what? Touching my hip also?”
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t nod.
Didn’t flinch.
Just stood.
“Hero ah?” I snapped.
“No madam…”
“Then why hand came like parcel?”
“I didn’t mean—”
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“Didn’t mean?”
I stepped forward.
One inch only.
But now —
Now his breath was touching my collarbone.
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Warm.
Male.
That mix — sweat, cotton cloth, and something… his own skin.
It hit my nose like slow spice.
Made something flutter deep under my ribs.
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I raised my eyebrows higher.
“You touched my hip. Even when I’m stopping you.”
He opened his mouth—
PAKK!
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Tight slap.
Right cheek again.
Louder than before.
One loud click in the room.
His head turned slightly.
Just a little.
But body?
Didn’t move.
Didn’t step back.
Didn’t shake.
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Like that slap…
Wasn’t even punishment.
Like it was some love-tap.
One blessing.
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He stood there.
Eyes looking down.
Cock still bulging.
Still pressing against pant cloth.
Still thick.
Still waiting.
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I clicked tongue.
Soft.
But scolding.
“What kind of fellow are you?”
He didn’t reply.
Just stood.
Like he wanted me to decide who he was.
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“You get scolding, you say ‘yes madam.’”
“You get slap, you say nothing.”
“What next?”
“I put chappal on your head, you’ll say thank you?”
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He dipped his head.
Soft.
Slow.
“I’m sorry, madam…”
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I smirked.
Not smile.
That naughty one.
“You’re enjoying this no?”
“No madam…”
“You are.”
“I can see in your pant.”
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“That thing is standing like cucumber in Sunday market.”
He blinked.
Eyes slightly shy.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t say sorry. Say truth.”
“You’re waiting for next touch only.”
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“No madam… I…”
“Then show me guts.”
He looked up.
Hesitated.
Breath slow.
Eyes watching me.
Like trying to check if this is real.
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I raised my chin.
“Touch again.”
He swallowed.
Then slowly…
He lifted his hand.
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But this time…
It wasn’t going to side.
Not to hip.
Not to curve.
It was coming to centre.
Straight.
Dead centre.
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Toward my belly.
I blinked.
Brows lifted.
“Hello?”
“Where is your magnet pointing now?”
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He didn’t speak.
Didn’t explain.
Didn’t stop.
His hand…
It was hovering.
Just above the saree pleats.
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Not touching.
Just nearing.
I moved slightly.
Shifted weight.
Tried to push his wrist.
One soft shove.
“Oi… I said hip, not stomach…”
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But this time—
His hand didn’t obey.
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t pull back.
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It came closer.
Closer.
His fingers touched pleats.
And then—
Moved them.
One small tug.
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Just from one side.
My pallu was still on shoulder.
But bottom folds?
Shifted.
Spread slightly.
Opened.
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My navel—
It was visible.
Bare.
That tiny middle dip.
That small round skin hollow.
Now fully open.
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I gasped.
Small.
Not loud.
But chest moved.
Breath paused.
He was watching.
Not blinking.
Not speaking.
Just… watching.
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Then—
He touched.
Right there.
Right on it.
His fingertips rested gently in my navel.
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Not hard.
Not pressing.
Just… sat there.
As if my body was bowl.
And he was placing coin inside.
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I froze.
One second.
Everything stopped.
My knees.
My neck.
Even breath.
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Because from that touch…
That tiny spot…
Something spread.
Soft.
Warm.
Round.
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Like wave.
Like ripple.
Right down.
Through lower belly.
Into thighs.
Through panty.
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But it didn’t stop.
His thumb moved.
Rubbed.
Slow.
Small circle.
Then—
He squeezed.
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Not harsh.
Not playful.
Firm.
Direct.
All five fingers.
Right around my navel rim.
Like holding tiny cup.
Like claiming.
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And my mouth—
Without warning—
It broke.
One heavy moan.
Loud.
Wet.
From deep inside stomach.
“Auhhhh—hh…”
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I bit my lip.
Too late.
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EPISODE 129 & EPISODE 130
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His fingers were still there.
Still inside.
Still inside my navel.
Still rubbing.
Still teasing.
That same slow circle.
That same deep press.
That same heat.
Still spreading.
Still whispering through my body.
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And my moan?
Ayyyo… that sound…
That stupid shameless sound…
Still floating.
Still hanging in the air between us.
Like some naughty fly.
Hovering.
Refusing to disappear.
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I bit my lip.
Pressed tight.
Just to stop more sound.
Closed eyes once.
Only one second.
Then opened again.
Looked at him.
Looked at his hand.
Looked at that damn finger.
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“Enough,” I said.
My voice was not normal.
Not soft.
Not angry.
Just rough.
Like gravel.
“Remove hand.”
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He didn’t.
He didn’t even blink.
His fingers stayed.
Still in that small soft dip.
Still circling.
Still rubbing.
Still pressing.
Still claiming.
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I twitched.
My stomach flinched.
My thighs pulled together again.
More tightly.
More desperate.
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“Oi… remove it.”
Still no reply.
No sorry.
No stop.
Just that same slow movement.
As if my body was not mine.
As if my stomach was his toy.
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I gritted teeth.
Raised my hand.
Grabbed his wrist.
Fingers wrapping around his bone.
Pulled.
Once.
Twice.
No use.
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He wasn’t holding tight.
But he wasn’t letting go.
It was like his fingers had melted into my skin.
Like they belonged there.
And my belly?
That shameless traitor?
It was trembling again.
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“Why it’s not moving?” I hissed.
“Are you stuck?”
He looked at me.
Quiet.
Still.
One eyebrow lifted slightly.
Just one.
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“You think you’re very smart now, ah?” I asked.
“Keeping your hand in my stomach like it’s some chocolate box?”
Still no answer.
Only that calm stare.
Only that warm hand.
Still teasing.
Still rubbing.
Still playing.
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I pulled again.
No use.
His grip was not fighting me.
But it wasn’t leaving me.
That palm…
It was enjoying.
Fully.
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Fingers gliding softly around the rim.
Pressing near the nerve spots.
Right near the edge.
So close to my panty line.
So close to madness.
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“You think it’s dough?” I snapped.
“Kneading dough?”
Still silent.
Not a single word.
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I stared harder.
Face burning now.
Ears heating.
My own body heating more than gas stove.
“You’re pressing like it belongs to you.”
I couldn’t stop those words.
They came like truth.
Ugly.
Naked.
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Then I snapped.
Like real.
Snapped like belt.
Raised my other hand.
Left one.
Slap hand.
Finger stiff.
Ready.
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“Now I’ll fix you.”
I swung.
Hard.
Sharp.
Fast.
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But suddenly—
He moved.
He caught it.
Mid-air.
Like it was nothing.
Like I was throwing a flower.
Not a slap.
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His other hand — his left —
Reached up.
Caught my wrist.
Stopped it.
Held it.
Right there.
Frozen.
My whole body froze with it.
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Eyes wide.
Mouth slightly open.
Shock.
Real shock.
He didn’t look scared.
Not even surprised.
Just quiet.
Just still.
Just calm.
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His right hand — still inside my navel.
Still teasing.
Now with thumb going slow circle.
More sensual.
More steady.
More dangerous.
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And his left hand —
Holding my right wrist.
Not tight.
Not hurting.
Just stopping.
Like saying, “enough.”
Like saying, “I won’t let you leave now.”
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And me?
I was stiff.
Still.
Frozen.
I had no words.
No movement.
Just eyes.
Just shock.
Just heat.
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He didn’t say anything.
Didn’t explain.
Didn’t remove hand.
Just held.
Held both parts of me.
My belly.
My wrist.
My body.
My control.
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I stared at him.
He stared back.
Both breathing.
Both silent.
But I was the one shaking.
Soft.
From inside.
My spine.
My chest.
My core.
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“Eh… Prakash…” I whispered.
It just came out.
Like whisper in dream.
Like fear mixed with ache.
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He didn’t answer.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t breathe louder.
Only kept doing.
Kept touching.
Kept holding.
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And I—
I was trembling.
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“Hey…” I said sharply.
“Leave my hand.”
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No reaction.
No movement.
No reply.
Only breath.
Soft.
Steady.
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His left hand was still holding my wrist.
Not tight.
Not violent.
But firm.
Like lock made of skin.
Like gentle rope.
Wrapped around me.
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His right hand?
That one was still inside my navel.
Still rubbing.
Still exploring.
Still playing.
Like a slow chef checking rice.
Like he wanted to learn every line of my belly.
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“Prakash,” I said again.
Voice sharper now.
Louder.
“Leave.”
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But his fingers didn’t stop.
That same slow circle.
That same teasing stroke.
That same thumb pressing edge.
My stomach fluttered.
Like butterfly wings caught in breeze.
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“I said leave!”
This time I snapped.
My throat dry.
Breath hot.
But he blinked.
Just once.
Came back to senses.
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He let go of my wrist.
Quickly.
Softly.
As if realising something.
But that other hand…
Still didn’t move.
Still resting inside my navel like it belonged there.
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I narrowed my eyes.
Face hot.
Not just from anger.
From that sticky heat deep under my saree.
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Then I lifted my hand.
Slap ready.
PAK!
Right on his cheek.
Tight.
Sharp.
Straight across.
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His face turned slightly.
But no flinch.
No gasp.
No step back.
Only his fingers moved — just a little.
Still resting gently inside that soft, hot navel dip.
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“Enough,” I growled.
Teeth clenched.
Eyes narrow.
“Take your hand back.”
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Still no reply.
Only quiet.
Only air moving between us.
Only his skin pressing mine.
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“Don’t act deaf.”
Still nothing.
His hand didn’t move.
Like it had decided.
Like it had forgotten what I was saying.
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“Prakash!”
I said again, louder.
“I’m not asking. I’m ordering.”
He looked at me.
Just once.
That calm stare.
No guilt.
No fear.
Just… steady.
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But that hand…
Still there.
Still quiet.
Still warm.
Still curved against my stomach like it knew the shape already.
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I had enough.
Grabbed his wrist.
Twisted once.
Pulled it out.
Fast.
My skin shivered from the absence.
My stomach felt empty suddenly.
Cold.
Sticky.
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Even my breath had changed.
Heated.
Unsteady.
Confused.
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He stepped back slightly.
Just one foot.
Hands falling to sides.
Still close.
But not touching now.
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I adjusted my saree edge.
Tugged it tight.
Smoothed the pleats over my navel.
Cleared throat once.
Then stood straight.
Lifted my chin.
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“Ahhh…” I said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Now you’re showing guts, ah?”
Still he didn’t speak.
Just stood.
Just watched.
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But his eyes…
They answered.
That one small flash.
Not dirty.
Not scared.
Just bold.
Just sure.
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“I slapped you twice, scolded you ten times, still you came and touched me.”
He didn’t argue.
Didn’t excuse.
Didn’t bow head.
Just… stood there.
Still.
Still strong.
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“And now what? You think you’ve become tiger?”
I waited.
Still nothing.
But his silence was heavier now.
Not weak.
Just full.
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So I smirked.
Mocking.
“You think you’re strong?”
Still no answer.
Only breath.
Only that steady male scent in the air.
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“But max your guts can do…” I leaned forward.
Just enough for him to feel my breath.
“…is touching. That’s all.”
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His eyes followed mine.
Calm.
Focused.
Not scared.
Not shy.
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“You can’t do anything more. You don’t have the balls.”
Still he stood.
And that bulge?
Still there.
Still full.
Still throbbing.
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I scoffed.
“Stiff thing under pant doesn’t mean power.”
He blinked.
Once.
Slow.
But didn’t reply.
Didn’t back off.
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I raised my hand again.
Same hand.
Same slap.
“Let me remind you who’s boss.”
I swung—
Fast.
Confident.
Sharp.
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But he caught it.
Again.
Mid-air.
This time — smoother.
Like dance.
Like reflex.
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His palm closed around my wrist.
Firm.
Certain.
Then my other hand came — left.
Ready to slap.
Quick.
He caught that too.
Fast.
Blocked.
Now both my wrists — locked.
One in each of his hands.
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I tried to jerk free.
“Eh! What are you doing?”
But no answer.
No movement.
Only stare.
Only breath.
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Then—
He joined my wrists together.
Pressed them close.
Wrapped one single hand — his right — around both.
Strong.
Big.
Tight.
Like rope made of bone.
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I struggled slightly.
“Tchhh! I said—”
But he didn’t wait.
He moved.
His left hand — free now —
Came up.
Fast.
Firm.
Pressed my shoulder.
Pushed.
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I gasped.
My feet moved back.
One step.
Two.
Then—
THUD.
My back hit the kitchen counter.
Right at the edge.
Lower back pressing against the wood.
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Both my hands still locked.
Tied in his fist.
Chest rising.
Breath catching.
Eyes wide.
Navel still tingling from earlier.
Body stuck.
Fully.
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And he—
He just stood there.
One step close.
One inch from me.
No shaking.
No talking.
Still calm.
Still close.
Still silent.
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I was still pinned.
Back pressed against the kitchen counter edge.
My spine touched the wood.
Cool.
Hard.
A little too straight.
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And my hands?
Still locked.
Fingers folded, wrists joined, trapped tight in his one thick grip.
His palm was warm.
Broad.
And my wrist bones?
They felt small.
Like thin bangles inside his fist.
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But my breath?
Ayyo… my breath was misbehaving.
Full tight chest.
Each inhale heavy.
Deep.
Not scared breath.
Not angry breath.
But something else.
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Because something was happening.
Not outside.
Not on the skin.
But inside.
Inside belly.
Inside chest.
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Like something wild was waking up.
Not like monster.
More like animal.
Not angry.
But… hungry.
Warm.
Curling in my stomach.
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And somehow…
Ayyo, somehow it felt right.
Like this was where I was supposed to be.
Like his hand was not capturing.
It was holding.
It was grounding.
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I stared at him.
Right in the eyes.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t move.
Just stared.
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And him?
He stared right back.
Full stillness.
But that look…
It wasn’t teasing.
Not now.
It wasn’t shy.
Not scared.
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Just bold.
Fully bold.
Not proud.
Not arrogant.
Just sure.
Like he had waited long enough.
And now he was answering.
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Answering what?
All those scoldings.
All those games.
All those slaps.
All those half-invites, half-threats.
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Then—
His hand moved.
Not the one holding my wrists.
That one stayed.
Still wrapped.
Still tight.
Still firm.
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It was the other hand.
His left.
It slid down.
From my waist.
To my lower back.
Slow.
Heavy.
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Then lower.
Under the saree pleats.
That warm hand slipped right above my backside curve.
Ayyo.
That line.
That border between modesty and madness.
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“Eh—what are you doing—!”
I gasped.
But even my own voice?
It was late.
Too late.
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Because with one motion—
He lifted.
His hand pressed.
Bent his knees.
Then straightened.
And I?
I went up.
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Like pillow.
Like cloth bundle.
Like one sack of rice.
But not rough.
Not careless.
It was full control.
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I jerked.
Slight jerk.
Feet kicked once in air.
“Aahhh!”
I shouted.
“Are you mad!”
But he didn’t answer.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t explain.
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He just turned.
Just shifted.
One step.
Then he placed me down.
On the kitchen counter.
Sat me.
Flat.
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My backside hit the surface.
Cold!
Back of my thighs touched steel.
My knees bent softly.
Legs parted just enough to fold.
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Saree fell loose at the sides.
Pleats dropped.
One end touched the drawer handle.
Hair bounced.
Pallu slipped.
My shoulder was half-bare now.
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And I?
I just sat.
Stunned.
Like one child who got caught stealing mango from temple tree.
“What you think of yourself!” I shouted.
“Lifting me like box!”
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Still no answer.
Not even blink.
And then—
He let go.
Of my hands.
Freed them.
Both wrists.
Free.
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But I didn’t slap.
Didn’t escape.
Didn’t push him.
I just sat.
Breathing.
Heart hammering like carpenter on Diwali night.
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And then—
He touched my pallu.
One finger.
Then two.
At my hip.
Soft.
Slow.
Almost polite.
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He started pulling.
Just the edge.
Not jerking.
Not forcing.
Just sliding.
Uncovering.
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The fabric moved.
Like silk obeying his fingers.
My navel — already open from earlier — looked more bare now.
More visible.
More… helpless.
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“Hey…”
I whispered.
Voice soft.
Weak.
He didn’t even glance up.
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His face was coming closer.
Down.
Down.
Bending toward my stomach.
My breath paused.
My spine arched.
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“Prakash… don’t you dare…”
I warned.
But my voice?
It didn’t sound powerful.
It sounded… pleading.
Begging.
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He didn’t reply.
Didn’t blink.
Just came closer.
Nearer.
Then—
His lips touched.
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Right on my navel.
One kiss.
Hot.
Wet.
Direct.
Right on that centre dip.
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“Aaaahhh…”
It came out.
Loud.
No control.
Not breath.
Not whisper.
Full moan.
From deep stomach.
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“God…”
I whispered.
“Why are you doing this to me…”
But he didn’t lift.
Didn’t answer.
Didn’t stop.
His lips stayed there.
Pressed.
Warm.
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Two full seconds.
Then he pulled back.
Slow.
Like prayer ending.
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And my brain?
It screamed.
“I came to control myself.”
“I prayed.”
“No men.”
“No cock.”
“No temptation.”
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Now look.
Sitting on kitchen counter.
Like one vegetable for inspection.
And this watchman?
Kissing my stomach like it’s puja bell.
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I cursed inside.
“God… reverse therapy ah?”
“I asked for strength. You’re sending pleasure?”
What punishment is this?
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But he didn’t care.
Still focused.
Fully.
He bent again.
Same spot.
Another kiss.
Second one.
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This time?
More pressure.
More heat.
Like the first one was test.
This was devotion.
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“AAHHHH…”
I cried out.
Head tilted back.
Eyes half-closed.
My hands?
Not pushing.
Just gripping counter edge.
Tight.
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“Prakash!”
I snapped.
Scolding voice.
“What is this nonsense?”
He didn’t answer.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t stop.
And I?
I didn’t move.
Didn’t stop him.
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Because it was too much.
Too good.
Too shameful.
Too perfect.
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And his mustache…
Ayyo that mustache.
It was scratching softly.
Tiny pricks.
Right on the navel rim.
That sensitive rim.
That stupid sensitive rim.
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“Why you’re using mustache like some broom?” I breathed.
Still no reply.
Just his warm breath on my stomach.
Still playing.
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And now—
He leaned again.
Lips coming.
Mustache tickling already.
Closer.
Closer.
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His third kiss…
Just about to land.
And me?
I was tensed.
I was throbbing.
I was waiting.
Like full body was one nerve.
One drum.
Beating.
Beating.
Waiting.
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I walked straight to him.
No hesitation.
No fear.
One sharp step.
Then another.
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And SMACK!
Both hands.
Flat palms.
Right on his chest.
Pressed in.
Firm.
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“What do you think you are?”
I shouted.
No breath.
No softness.
Just full volume.
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He took it.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t even blink.
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Only stared.
Straight.
Face blank.
But eyes?
They were soft.
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Then he opened mouth.
Voice quiet.
“…Madam…”
One word.
Like whisper.
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“What?”
I snapped.
Voice sharp.
Hands still on his chest.
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“You said… to show guts…”
He said.
I frowned.
“So?”
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“I thought… maybe you’ll like…”
That soft voice again.
No arrogance.
Just honesty.
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“Ohhh! So now you’re doing psychology?”
I asked.
Mocking.
Teeth showing.
Eyes wide.
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“No madam… I just…”
He stopped.
Didn’t finish.
Didn’t argue.
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“If I say bark, will you bark?”
I snapped.
Eyebrows lifted.
Face full angry queen.
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He paused.
Swallowed.
Then softly—
“Maybe, madam…”
One whisper.
Not joke.
Not smile.
Just true.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I slapped him.
One small one.
Not harsh.
But enough to sting.
Right on the cheek.
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“Idiot,” I said.
Face still close.
“If I say anything, you’ll do it ah?”
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He nodded.
Simple nod.
“Yes madam.”
One sentence.
One truth.
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“Dog.”
I said.
One word.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t deny.
Didn’t blink.
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But his eyes?
They said everything.
And my pussy?
Ayyo.
It twitched.
Sharp.
Strong.
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Like it liked that word.
Like it wanted to hear it again.
Like it understood this man.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I took breath.
One full one.
Chest lifted.
Saree pleats shifted again.
Navel moved slightly.
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Then I stepped forward.
Real close.
Closer than before.
Tip of my nose just near his cheek.
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Lips beside his mouth.
Not touching.
But almost.
Breath mixing.
Heat hanging.
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“Tell me one thing…”
I whispered.
He turned.
Slow.
Eyes watching me.
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Face still blank.
No smile.
No fear.
Only attention.
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“What will you do,” I said, “if I don’t say anything?”
His eyebrows moved.
Tiny movement.
I tilted head.
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“Nothing. No rules. No words. No orders.”
I said.
Slow.
Each word dripping.
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“You can do anything you want…”
I whispered.
Warm air touching his lips now.
“So… what will you do?”
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He swallowed.
Soft.
Didn’t answer.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t breathe louder.
Just stood.
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I watched him.
For two seconds.
Then I started laughing.
Loud.
Sharp.
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“You’re scared, right?”
I said.
Still laughing.
That mock in my voice.
“Poor fellow.”
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“Whole boldness vanished.”
Then—
THWACK!
One tight slap.
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Down.
Right on the cock.
Flat palm.
Over the uniform pant.
Sharp sound.
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He jolted.
Body jumped slightly.
Eyes went wide.
But no sound.
No word.
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“Know your limits,” I snapped.
Tone hard.
Chin lifted.
“Don’t overact.”
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Silence.
Thick.
Still.
Then softly—
“…Madam…”
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“Haan?”
I replied.
Quick.
Sharp.
But curious.
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He looked down.
Then up again.
Eyes steady.
Mouth calm.
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“Can I do anything?”
He asked.
Plain question.
No game.
No trick.
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I stared.
Mouth open.
Slightly.
Then scoffed.
Sharp breath out.
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“Ohhh… now you’re asking questions?”
I said.
One eyebrow lifted.
He didn’t blink.
Didn’t flinch.
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I stepped forward.
One inch.
Maybe two.
Now our chests were almost touching.
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I raised my chin.
Eyeline sharp.
“You got that much guts now, ah?”
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Author’s Note & Disclaimer
Thank you for reading Language of Her Heart. This is a work of fiction, told entirely from Pavitra’s point of view, exploring her emotions, relationships, and desires.
Some upcoming chapters will include consensual force-play, BDSM, and other power-exchange kinks. These are purely fictional and portrayed within the fantasy context of the story.
Pavitra’s journey involves exploring and enjoying sexual experiences she has not received from her husband — carefully, without getting caught or noticed. This does not mean she will join with every man she meets. Her choices are part of her personal exploration, not an open invitation to anyone in the story.
If you do not enjoy these themes, please stop reading rather than criticizing the main characters or their relationship. You are welcome to keep your own fantasies and interpretations to yourself, or create your own stories if you have different ideas. Persistent personal attacks towards main character will only discourage me from continuing this series.
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He didn’t speak.
Not one word.
Just nodded.
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Once.
Small.
Like scared student saying yes to angry teacher.
Like one tiny agreement to save life.
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I looked at him.
Face straight.
Eyes hard.
Then—
I burst out laughing.
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“HAHAHA—oh god…”
My hand came up.
Clapped once.
Palm to palm.
Sharp sound in kitchen.
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“You don’t have work, ah?”
I asked.
Still laughing.
Mocking.
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Still silence.
He didn’t defend.
Didn’t excuse.
Just stood.
Like wall painting.
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“You’re supposed to be at the gate,” I said.
“Watching dogs and autos.”
“Not inside my kitchen, doing this comedy.”
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Finally—
His voice came.
Soft.
“No madam… I asked Guru to cover for me.”
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I blinked.
One sharp blink.
“Oh ho!”
My head tilted.
“So Guru is now your assistant?”
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“No madam… just cover.”
“We usually do for each other.”
His voice still soft.
Still polite.
Like trying not to get another slap.
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“Hmmmmm…”
I said.
Dragging the sound.
Lips tight.
Voice flat.
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“So this is what you call ‘cover’ work?”
I raised eyebrows.
Gave full college principal look.
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He looked confused.
Head tilted slightly.
Like goat hearing English song.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pointed to myself.
One firm finger.
“This is your job now?”
“Come inside others home…”
“Talk with housewives…”
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“Stare at them…”
“Kiss navel…”
“Stand like hero?”
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“No madam…”
He said quickly.
“I don’t do like this anywhere…”
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“Every house in apartment, you’re doing this programme?”
“Or only mine?”
I asked.
Sharp voice.
Faster words.
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“No madam.”
He said.
“Only here. Only because—”
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“Because what?”
I snapped.
Eyebrows raised.
One step forward.
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He stopped.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t finish.
Mouth open half-inch.
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I laughed again.
“Ohhh ho ho.”
Louder this time.
“Secrets now?”
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“No secret madam…”
He said.
Quick.
Soft.
Like damage control.
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“You better not.”
I hissed.
Voice dropping.
“Otherwise I’ll cut your cock and feed it to street dogs.”
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“No madam… I’m good.”
He said.
Fast breath.
Eyes lowering.
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“Good?”
I repeated.
Tilting head.
Mocking smile.
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“Yes madam.”
He said.
“I swear.”
Voice honest.
Almost stupidly honest.
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I looked at the clock.
Wall one.
Plain round face.
Needles ticking.
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8:21.
He came at 8.
I remembered.
Sharp.
Clear.
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“Twenty minutes,” I said.
Eyes still on clock.
Then on him.
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He blinked.
Small blink.
Not sure what’s coming.
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“You’ve been standing in my flat for twenty minutes.”
I said.
Each word slow.
Heavy.
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“Holding me.”
“Kissing me.”
“And you call yourself good.”
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He lowered his eyes.
“I didn’t mean…”
He said.
Quiet.
Like boy caught with stolen ladoo.
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“Scared,” I said.
Louder.
Stronger.
“You actually think you’re innocent.”
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“No madam…”
He whispered.
Almost like breath.
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“Okay. Let’s come back.”
I said.
Brisk tone.
Like teacher starting fresh topic.
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He looked up.
Eyes wider now.
More alert.
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“That question I asked you earlier.”
I said.
Voice low.
Controlled.
“What will you do if I don’t say anything, hmm?”
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He didn’t reply.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t move.
Just stood.
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Like statue.
Like stone.
Like no voice inside body.
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I laughed.
Light one.
Mocking.
“Ahhh… so you’re not a talker.”
“You’re just a doer, ah?”
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Still silent.
Still breathless.
Still mute.
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I stepped one inch closer.
One soft shuffle.
Now my saree pallu was brushing his uniform.
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He didn’t move.
Didn’t twitch.
Didn’t look down.
Just steady.
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“Don’t make me laugh.”
I said.
Eyebrows narrowing.
Voice dry.
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Still no reply.
Not even flicker.
Not even blink.
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“I ask you a question, you give full drama.”
“Silent movie actor.”
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I looked at him.
Up and down.
Like scanner.
Like judge.
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That pant?
Still bulging.
Still bold.
Still standing.
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His face?
Still calm.
His mouth?
Still shut.
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“You think you’re man, ah?”
I asked.
Scoffing.
Not smiling.
Just sharp.
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He blinked.
Once.
That’s all.
Still no word.
Still no breath.
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I scoffed again.
Like air pushed through teeth.
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“You’re nothing but a dog.”
I said.
No mercy in voice.
No pity.
Just flat truth.
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He didn’t react.
Not even eyelid twitch.
But something in air tightened.
Like silent string.
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I stepped even closer.
Now just breath between us.
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Voice dropped.
Sharper now.
“But obedient dog.”
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“One slap.”
“One shout…”
“You’ll sit.”
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He breathed out.
One soft puff.
Like warm cotton air.
But still didn’t speak.
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“You can’t even come out of your own guts.”
I said.
Face close.
Words closer.
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He kept watching me.
Not flinching.
Not falling.
But not answering.
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I shook my head.
Like disappointment.
One slow shake.
“Don’t act manly.”
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He was still standing.
Same place.
Same breath.
Same stare.
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Like some security statue.
Not wood.
Not stone.
But something stiff.
Unmoving.
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He was blinking.
He was breathing.
But that’s all.
No talk.
No move.
No boldness.
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Even after all my words.
All my taunts.
All my smirks and insults.
All my finger-pointing and shouting.
Still there.
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Still not daring.
Still not stepping.
Still not proving.
Just standing.
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I tilted my head slightly.
One small angle.
Then raised one eyebrow.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
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“You really don’t have the balls, do you?”
I said.
Each word slow.
Dripping like tap.
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He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t wince.
Didn’t speak.
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“You stand here thinking you can do something,” I continued.
One sharp look.
Voice cool.
“...but deep down, you know you’re nothing.”
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Still no answer.
Still just eyes.
Still just air between us.
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I smirked.
Small curve of lips.
No joy.
Just mock.
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“Not man.”
“Not brave.”
“Just standing, watching, waiting…”
“...like one pet dog.”
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And then—
He spoke.
First time in five minutes.
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Voice quiet.
But steady.
No shake.
No apology.
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“Madam… I can do.”
That’s all.
Four words.
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I blinked.
Slow.
Like lamp flickering.
Then I spoke.
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“Oh ho ho…”
I folded my arms.
Chin raised.
“Suddenly you found your tongue?”
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He nodded once.
Small.
But confident.
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I stepped one inch closer.
Soft step.
No noise.
Just presence.
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Chin still lifted.
Eyebrows pointed.
“What can you do, ah?” I asked.
“Say it.”
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He looked at me.
Face calm.
Grounded.
Not excited.
Not proud.
Just ready.
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“Whatever you want me to do.”
He said.
Simple.
Flat.
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I stared.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Then—
Burst out laughing.
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“Oh! So clever answer, no?”
Mocking tone.
Teeth showing.
Eyes glinting.
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“No madam… just truth.”
He said again.
Plain.
No spice.
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“You’ll do anything I want?”
I asked.
Voice like test.
Like trap.
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“Yes madam.”
He said.
That same slow nod.
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I started walking.
Slow steps.
Soft footfalls.
Around him.
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One circle.
Watching him.
From side.
From back.
From other side.
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Like I was judging one bull in village fair.
Checking muscles.
Checking breath.
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“Okay…”
I said.
Voice mocking.
One eyebrow lifted.
“Then show me.”
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He looked up.
Eyes straight.
No blink.
No tilt.
Just full attention.
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“Be a man,” I said sharply.
One sentence.
Strong.
Like slap.
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“Don’t stand like spoon.”
“Show me what you can do.”
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He hesitated.
One second.
One pause.
Then he asked—
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“Madam… are you sure?”
Soft voice.
But full.
No joke.
No shake.
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I paused.
Turned.
Faced him.
Body straight.
Eyes locked.
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“Am I sure?”
I repeated.
Flat voice.
One echo.
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He nodded.
That same low tone.
Like one respectful criminal.
Asking permission.
Before robbing temple.
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I grinned.
Mouth tilted.
Eyes flashing.
“Why won’t I be sure?”
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Still silent.
His face didn’t shift.
Just focus.
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“You think I’m scared of you?”
I asked.
Teeth showing.
Mocking.
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“No madam…”
He said.
Still honest.
Still soft.
Still strong.
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“Don’t act like cocky fellow…”
“...just because your pants are bulging.”
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He blinked.
Once.
Didn’t answer.
Didn’t react.
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I stepped in again.
Closer.
Right up to his chest.
Saree touching cloth.
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I stared.
Right at his face.
Strong stare.
Tight jaw.
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“You think I won’t handle you?”
I asked.
No blink.
No smile.
Just sharp breath.
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No answer.
He just breathed.
Calm.
Focused.
Waiting.
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I leaned in.
Real close.
Mouth near his collar.
Voice low.
Words hot.
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“I’ll cut your tongue…”
“…and throw it in the dumpster.”
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He breathed out.
One slow puff.
Not panic.
Not power.
Just stillness.
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Then he said—
“Okay, madam.”
One line.
Simple.
Quiet.
Final.
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Then he started stepping forward.
One step.
Two steps.
Coming straight.
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At me.
Full direction.
No turn.
No stop.
No blink.
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Eyes focused.
Like he believed I was scared.
Like he thought he had upper hand.
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But I stood.
Still.
Straight.
Unmoving.
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Because only I knew—
I was the one provoking.
I was the one pressing his buttons.
I was the one testing what he could do.
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I didn’t move.
Not one step.
Not one breath out of place.
Even as he came closer.
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One step.
Then another.
Slow.
Steady.
Heavy with silence.
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His eyes — calm.
Not soft.
Not harsh.
Just calm.
Like water that’s hiding storm.
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His face — unreadable.
No smile.
No frown.
Just quiet stone.
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His body — confident.
Each movement slow.
But not shy.
Not scared.
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But me?
My body was still.
Feet planted.
Breath stuck.
Voice?
Full sharp.
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“Don’t think I’m afraid of you.”
I said.
Firm.
Cold.
Like blade.
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He didn’t reply.
Didn’t nod.
Didn’t smirk.
Just kept coming.
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“Do whatever you want.”
I said again.
Louder.
Like challenge.
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Still silent.
Like he was listening to different voice.
Some internal one.
Not mine.
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“I won’t complain.”
I added.
Smirk playing on lips.
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His eyebrows lifted.
Slightly.
Tiny arch.
That’s all.
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I smirked.
“One eyebrow?”
I mocked.
“Let’s see if you have guts…”
“…or you’re just boneless inside uniform.”
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Still he stood there.
Still waiting.
Still silent.
Like he was watching for green signal.
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My heart?
Doing drum inside chest.
Not full drum.
Small one.
But steady.
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But face?
Face stayed queen.
Upper lip tight.
Eyebrows calm.
Eyes holding.
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Inside though…
Full mess.
No clarity.
No logic.
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I didn’t know what the hell was happening.
Why I was saying these things.
Why I was standing like that.
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What was I expecting?
One slap?
One kiss?
One fight?
I didn’t know.
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But one thing I knew—
One solid thing inside confusion.
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I was going to allow.
Allow and watch.
Just to see.
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How far he would go.
How much he actually dared.
How real this boldness was.
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He took one more step.
Now his breath touched me.
Hit my nose.
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Smelled like masala Boost.
And sweat.
That warm cottony male smell.
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Familiar.
Rough.
Strong.
I didn’t move.
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He looked at me.
Then sideways.
Around.
Eyes doing one full security check.
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First to window.
Curtains closed.
Latch tight.
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Then balcony door.
Locked.
Frame solid.
No gap.
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Then kitchen entrance.
Open space.
But no shadow.
No sound.
No one.
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Just silence.
Only air.
Only us.
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Inside this flat.
Inside this kitchen.
Inside this exact moment.
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Then—
He looked back at me.
Eyes meeting.
No questions left.
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And said softly—
“Okay, madam… Since you said…”
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Then one more step.
Closer.
Now—
Our bodies?
Almost touching.
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His chest was right near my bust.
I could feel the heat.
The pull.
The shape.
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I didn’t back away.
Didn’t twitch.
Didn’t adjust my blouse.
Just stood.
Watching.
Waiting.
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Then—
His hand lifted.
One slow movement.
Toward my pallu.
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That green-gold cloth.
Still tucked across my shoulder.
Still pinned to blouse lining.
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I raised my hand fast.
Palm open.
Sharp fingers.
Full slap pose.
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“Oi!” I shouted.
“What are you—”
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But before I could finish—
His other hand moved.
Caught my wrist.
Mid-air.
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Again.
Same as before.
Like routine.
Like habit.
Like training.
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Like my slaps were mosquito bites.
Like he had learned my pattern.
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I struggled slightly.
Pulled once.
Pulled twice.
“Leave my hand!”
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He didn’t.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t argue.
Didn’t even look at my hand.
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Because his first hand?
It reached the pallu.
Right near my shoulder.
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Right at the pinned edge.
Two fingers.
Then full grip.
Like decision.
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I stared.
Eyeballs wide.
Jaw half open.
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“Eh… What are you doing now?”
Still no answer.
Still that same damn silence.
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He didn’t ask permission.
Didn’t check my face.
Didn’t test mood.
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Just acted.
Like his hands had more guts than his mouth.
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That safety pin.
Small one.
Still attached.
Still holding pallu in place.
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He tugged it.
Once.
Sharp.
Straight.
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Pin didn’t break.
Just bent.
Cloth stretched slightly.
Tension rising.
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I opened mouth—
“Oi! Don’t pull like—”
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But he didn’t stop.
His hand yanked it again.
Hard.
Fast.
Confident.
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And the sound—
CHHK!
That tiny metal snap.
Sharp in kitchen air.
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The pin broke open.
Pallu rushed out.
Slipped from fingers.
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Fell away from my chest.
Tumbled down.
Soft green-gold cloth sliding off me.
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And I—
Screamed.
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I screamed.
Loud.
Sharp.
Echoing in kitchen tile air.
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But not because of shame.
Not because of blouse opening.
Not because of chest showing.
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Not even fear.
Not that type.
It was pain.
Small one.
Surprise pain.
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Because—
That stupid pin.
That small metal devil.
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When he pulled my pallu—
It dragged more than just cloth.
It took part of blouse lining too.
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The blouse tore.
Near the shoulder.
Not full rip.
But tear.
Corner gone.
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And the pin?
That metal pin?
It scratched my skin.
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One sharp scratch.
Right near top of left breast.
Just above the bra cup line.
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Not bleeding.
But red.
One line.
Plain and visible.
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I hissed.
Teeth clenched.
Eyes dropped down.
Looked at it.
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“Eyy!”
I shouted.
“What did you do!”
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He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t blink.
Still standing.
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Still holding my right wrist.
Still watching me.
But his eyes?
Now stuck.
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On my chest.
Blouse still there.
But open at corner.
Side of bra cup slightly visible.
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That bare patch of skin—
And that scratch line.
Like one underline.
Red.
Hot.
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I jerked my hand.
“Leave me!”
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He didn’t.
Still holding.
Still breathing.
Still watching.
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“Look what you did!”
I shouted.
Voice full heat.
Used my left hand.
Pointed at the scratch.
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“See this! It’s burning!”
Still no reply.
Not even blink.
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He just stood.
Watching.
Like I was some museum item.
One damaged statue.
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“You’re mad,” I snapped.
“Fully mental case.”
Words sharp.
Tone flat.
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Still no expression.
Face calm.
But his breath?
Different.
Little deeper.
Little heavier.
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Like something rising from his chest.
Slow volcano.
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I pulled my wrist again.
Still locked.
No use.
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So I reached for pallu.
Left hand.
Slipped across my waist.
It was still there.
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Still hanging down one side.
Still clinging to shoulder edge.
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I grabbed it.
Started pulling.
To cover myself.
To hide.
To fix.
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But before I could—
He caught my wrist.
The other one now.
Left hand trapped too.
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“Eh!”
I shouted.
“Don’t you dare!”
Voice rising.
But breath breaking.
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He still didn’t speak.
Still no expression.
Only motion.
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He moved.
One fast movement.
Like reflex.
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He spun me.
Spun my whole body.
Like dance move.
Quick pull.
Quick twist.
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Suddenly I was facing away.
My back to his chest.
His body behind me.
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I gasped.
Loud breath.
Because in that spin—
My saree moved.
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Pleats untucked.
Border twisted.
Tension released.
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The full six-yard drama—
Now looked like garden hose.
Hanging.
Tangled.
Wild.
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Still partly clinging to front shoulder.
But mostly sliding off.
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I froze.
Stiff.
Then shouted—
“Prakash!”
One cry.
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His hand was near my waist now.
Fingers moving.
Going lower.
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To the second pin.
Brass one.
Old-fashioned.
Tied to side of petticoat.
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That pin—
That one held everything.
Whole saree balance.
That was the anchor.
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I stiffened.
“Don’t,” I warned.
Firm.
Flat.
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He didn’t reply.
Fingers kept moving.
Closer.
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“Don’t touch that one.”
I said again.
Eyes staring at kitchen shelf in front of me.
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Still silent.
Still acting like my voice was background noise.
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“Prakash. I’m serious. That one—”
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CHHK!
The sound.
Again.
Not as sharp.
Not as loud.
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But dangerous.
More dangerous.
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He had done it.
He pulled the second one.
Snapped it open.
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No scratch this time.
No pain.
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But—
The side seam of my petticoat tore.
Right at the hip.
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Not full tear.
Just one short rip.
One stupid hole.
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And inside that hole?
My panty.
Visible.
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Only small patch.
But enough.
White.
Plain.
Elastic edge showing.
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Soft waistband.
One glimpse.
Too much glimpse.
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“YOU—!”
I screamed.
Spun around.
Whirled back to face him.
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“I’ll KILL you!”
Words shouted.
Full power.
No filter.
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He didn’t move.
Didn’t even blink.
Didn’t lift hand in defence.
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Only stood.
Now holding my full saree.
Bunched in one hand.
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And still holding my wrist.
In the other.
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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
My eyes were open.
But brain?
Blank.
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My entire saree—
Gone.
Just gone.
Vanished like magic cloth.
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His hand?
Still holding my wrist.
Same grip.
Same calm pressure.
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And I…
I was standing there.
Middle of kitchen.
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Only in blouse and petticoat.
Inside, yes.
Bra and panty were there.
Still holding.
Still hugging skin.
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But outer layer?
Torn.
Removed.
Thrown.
Like old bedsheet.
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And him?
His eyes were scanning.
Full scan.
Top to bottom.
Slow.
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Shameless.
Bold.
Like he had full right.
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His stare moved from my waist…
To my blouse.
To that red scratch near chest.
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To the torn seam on the petticoat…
To the side hip.
To that tiny hole.
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Like I was one mannequin on display.
Dressed in damage.
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I swallowed.
Hard.
Then shouted—
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“What the HELL are you thinking!”
My voice broke sharp.
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He didn’t answer.
Didn’t even blink.
Just stared.
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“Hello? Idiot? Did you lose mind?”
Still nothing.
Like wall.
Only eyes moving.
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And then—
He threw the saree.
Just like that.
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Flung it across kitchen.
One smooth fling.
Like disposing paper.
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It flew.
Landed near dining table.
Half on chair.
Half on floor.
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Like waste cloth.
Discarded.
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“EH!”
I yelled.
“That’s saree, not mopping rag!”
My voice was shaking.
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He didn’t even look.
Not once.
Now—
Both his eyes were fully on me.
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He pulled me.
Slight tug at the wrist.
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Made me step closer.
Involuntary step.
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Chest to chest.
Almost.
Heat to heat.
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I tried to resist.
Leg pulled back once.
Didn’t work.
Still got dragged.
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So I raised my voice.
“What you planning, idiot?”
“You think this is romantic scene or what?”
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He didn’t speak.
Still nothing.
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Instead—
He touched me.
Again.
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Fingers straight.
No curve.
No flirt.
Right to my belly.
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Right to navel.
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“Aaahhh…”
I moaned.
It escaped.
On its own.
No warning.
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My body jumped.
Small twitch.
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That place was already sensitive.
Already awake.
Already waiting.
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Now—
Bare.
Open.
Hot.
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His thumb moved.
Soft.
One circle.
Then lower.
Then sideways.
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My blouse shifted.
Barely.
But enough.
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My body tensed.
Muscles hard.
Skin hot.
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“Stop doing these things!”
I said through teeth.
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He didn’t.
Hand slid around.
To my back.
Lower.
Below waist.
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Then—
Under my ass.
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I gasped.
Air caught.
“Don’t touch there!”
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Too late.
Already there.
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He bent slightly.
Hand under.
Gripping.
Lifting.
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Then—
He lifted me.
Full lift.
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Like sack of rice.
Like Boost can.
Like cooking cylinder.
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“Ayyyo! You mad fellow—PUT ME DOWN!”
I shouted.
Loud.
But useless.
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He didn’t stop.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even grunt.
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I hit his back.
Fist to spine.
“IDIOT!”
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No effect.
He shifted my weight.
Adjusted hold.
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Now—
He had thrown me.
Over his shoulder.
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Like luggage.
Like sack of onions.
Like vegetable basket from weekly market.
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And my bare navel?
Resting.
Right on his uniform shoulder.
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That cloth—
Rough cotton.
Dry.
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And my skin?
Warm.
Bare.
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That direct touch—
It sent one electricity line through my hips.
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Shocking.
Wrong.
Sweet.
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“Put me down!”
I yelled.
“This is not gas delivery!”
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But he didn’t flinch.
Didn’t shake.
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He just started turning.
One step.
Then another.
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From the kitchen.
Carrying me like that.
Like this was his job.
Like this was his duty.
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He walked.
Slow.
Steady.
His boots were heavy on the tile.
Each step made a soft thud.
Like distant drumbeat.
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I was on his shoulder.
Still.
Bent.
Folded.
My whole body hanging down, helplessly.
Like one half-filled cylinder being carried for gas stove.
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My waist was pressing against his shoulder.
Hard.
Firm.
The bone was digging into me slightly.
Not pain.
Just pressure.
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My belly was against his uniform cloth.
It was rough cotton.
Dry.
Warm.
It rubbed softly against my skin with every step.
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My hair was falling.
Like mop.
Down.
Long strands slipping over my face.
Down to the floor almost.
Swinging with his steps.
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Through the dining room he walked.
Like he owned the path.
Like he owned the house.
Not even asking.
Not even hesitating.
Just walking.
Like it was his plan from beginning.
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I shouted.
“Eh! Prakash!”
My voice bounced off the walls.
Shrill.
Sharp.
But my body was still bouncing on him.
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“You’re taking advantage now!”
I said it loud.
Like accusation.
Like warning.
But he didn’t reply.
He didn’t flinch.
He didn’t slow.
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I tried again.
“Enough! I’m warning you!”
Still silence.
Only the dull thudding sound of his boots on the floor.
Only his strong arm around my thighs.
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But inside me?
Different story.
Not shouting.
Not fighting.
Inside me?
There was something else.
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Curiosity.
It was bubbling.
Excitement.
It was rising.
Like small soda bottle being shaken slowly.
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My stomach felt fluttery.
Not fear.
Something else.
Little nervous.
But also—
Little thrilled.
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I wanted to know.
What he’d do next.
What he was planning.
What this quiet madness was.
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We entered.
My bedroom.
Just like that.
No warning.
No knocking.
Only movement.
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The room still smelled—
Like the last incense stick I lit.
Soft sandalwood smoke.
Still hanging in the corners.
Still hugging the curtains.
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Fan was on.
Slow speed.
Making that ticking sound.
Blades turning lazy circles above.
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Blanket was folded neatly.
Pillow was pushed to one side.
Bed looked innocent.
Calm.
Waiting.
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I kicked my feet.
Little kicks.
Tried to protest.
“Ayyyo! Put me down!”
I shouted.
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And he did.
Just like that.
He lowered me.
Not thrown.
Not dropped.
Just placed down.
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I landed on the edge of the bed.
My thighs bent.
My back still straight.
My breath fast.
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My petticoat had shifted.
That stupid slit on the side—
It opened a little.
One thigh almost showing.
Skin peeking through the gap.
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I gasped.
Caught my balance.
Looked up at him.
He was still holding my wrist.
Still gripping.
Still owning.
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I pulled it.
“Leave me!”
No use.
His fingers were firm.
Like handcuffs.
Not hard.
But unrelenting.
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So I used my other hand.
Raised it up.
High.
Palm open.
Full slap mode.
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But he caught it.
Again.
Like he knew it was coming.
Caught it mid-air.
Smooth.
Fast.
Sure.
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But this time—
He didn’t just hold.
He brought it to his lips.
Slowly.
Gently.
Softly.
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And kissed it.
Right on the wrist.
Warm.
Moist.
Tender.
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I froze.
My eyes widened.
That feeling…
It shot straight into my stomach.
Warmth.
Liquid.
Quick.
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“Ahhh…”
It escaped me.
Soft sound.
Barely a moan.
But real.
From deep inside.
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But I didn’t show on face.
Not fully.
My lips stayed tight.
I snapped.
“I didn’t ask for that.”
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Still no reply.
But he started releasing.
One finger.
Then another.
Letting go of both hands.
Like slow surrender.
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I jerked back.
Pulled away.
Stood up straight.
Adjusted my blouse strap.
Fingers trembling.
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I snapped again.
“What are you thinking, ah?”
Still no reply.
His eyes were calm.
Face still.
Unmoving.
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“Don’t think you’ve become something great!”
I said it with heat.
Anger.
But he didn’t react.
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So I slapped.
One side.
Hard.
Sharp.
Tight across his cheek.
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His face turned slightly.
But nothing changed.
No flinch.
No blink.
Like my slap was just breeze.
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“Don’t act like you’re hero,” I scolded.
Still no answer.
Still that unreadable face.
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Then—
He stepped closer.
Suddenly.
Quietly.
Steadily.
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He took both my hands again.
Held them.
Gently.
Then—
He pulled them down.
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Then his hands came forward.
To my chest.
Right over the blouse.
Right over the soft cups.
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I gasped.
Body froze.
Eyes widened.
Breath stopped.
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Then—
His fingers slid.
Under the blouse.
Into the gap.
Between fabric and skin.
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Not touching the breasts yet.
But close.
Too close.
I could feel the intent.
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I gasped louder.
“Prakash!”
He paused.
Not pulled back.
Not stopped.
Just paused.
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He was feeling for the seam.
The stitch.
The blouse line.
I could feel his fingers.
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I whispered fast.
“Don’t. This is one of my best pieces.”
No reply.
His eyes didn’t move.
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“Costly blouse,” I said. “Don’t mess.”
Still silent.
Still fingers moving.
Still searching.
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I panicked.
Grabbed his wrists.
Both hands.
Held them tight.
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“Don’t do it.”
I said it quietly.
But clearly.
My heart was thudding.
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His eyes were calm.
Unmoving.
Still watching me.
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“Too much,” I whispered.
“This is becoming full madness.”
I was saying—
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He didn’t listen.
Not even little.
Not even after I held his wrists tight.
Not after I warned him.
Not after I whispered, “Don’t.”
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He ripped it.
Just like that.
No waiting.
No asking.
Only doing.
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One sharp tug.
One harsh pull.
Sudden.
Strong.
Direct.
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And the blouse—
It tore.
Right from the middle.
Right where the hooks were hiding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
CHHHK!
That was the sound.
Rough.
Quick.
Metal tearing out from cotton.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
CLINK!
Two hooks.
They flew.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One hit my arm.
Cold.
Sharp.
One tiny sting.
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The other?
It dropped somewhere on the floor.
Tiny sound against the tile.
Gone.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I gasped.
Loud breath.
Quick inhale.
“Prakash!”
I shouted.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My bra—
It was there.
Fully exposed now.
Nothing hiding.
Nothing covering.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The blouse fabric?
It was hanging.
Loose.
From one armhole.
Like dead leaf.
Like one torn ribbon.
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The rest of it?
It peeled open.
Like wet gift wrapper.
Soggy.
Loose.
Falling away.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I just stood.
Breath stuck.
Eyes wide.
Mouth open.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shocked.
Completely.
My body didn’t move.
My arms didn’t rise.
My knees didn’t bend.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I was the one…”
I whispered.
My lips barely moved.
Even my voice was ashamed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I had pushed him.
I had taunted.
I had said, “Show guts.”
Like some challenge.
Like game.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And now?
He was showing.
Really.
Fully.
Not teasing.
Not hinting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No questions.
No delays.
Only action.
His own kind.
His own speed.
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And he didn’t stop.
Didn’t wait.
Didn’t look at my face to ask.
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He moved behind slightly.
Twisted my waist.
Not roughly.
But with purpose.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then with one strong grip—
He peeled the blouse off me.
Right off my arms.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His fingers were fast.
Confident.
They pulled the sleeves down.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Smooth.
Forceful.
Like butter melting.
That easy.
That final.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My chest was exposed.
My back was bare.
Only my bra holding me.
Thin cloth.
Tight strap pressing across my skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He threw the blouse.
Across the room.
Like nothing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like rubbish.
Like waste.
Like torn cloth no longer needed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It landed near the bedroom door.
Half-crumpled.
Half-hanging on the floor.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Torn.
Useless.
Silent proof of what he did.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stood there.
Breathing heavy.
Breath loud inside chest.
Heart wild.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My bra was rising with each breath.
Up and down.
Cup to chest.
Tight.
Close.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
I slapped him.
One full slap.
Right on cheek.
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Hard.
Sharp.
Without delay.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His head turned slightly.
But his face?
No expression.
No sound.
Nothing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like statue.
Like stone.
Only eyes alive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I scolded.
“You think this is joke?”
My voice broke.
Felt thin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still calm.
Still watching me.
Like reading page.
Not person.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Wait, madam,” he said softly.
One line.
Only that.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wait?
WAIT?
My blouse is on the floor!
My chest is out!
My arms are bare!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried to hide.
One arm came up.
Crossed over my chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Trying to cover the cups.
The soft cotton.
The pale colour.
My skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But his hand—
He took my wrist again.
Calmly.
Confidently.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He lowered it.
Down.
Gently.
But firmly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Exposing me again.
Fully.
In that fan-lit room.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I shivered.
But didn’t stop him.
Couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
Didn’t know.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Because next—
His other hand moved.
To my waist.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
To the knot.
The tight little bow.
The drawstring of my petticoat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I gasped.
“Prakash… no… don’t rip…”
My voice cracked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I thought he would.
I braced for it.
Fingers tensed.
Belly tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But—
He didn’t rip.
He untied.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fingers moved into the knot.
Soft.
Skilled.
Sure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
One clean tug.
The string came loose.
Like curtain opening.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And the petticoat?
It fell.
Straight down.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Dropped to my feet.
Like towel sliding off hook.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked down.
My mouth open.
No sound.
Just breath.
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Then looked back up at him.
Eyes meeting.
My lips parted.
My chest rising.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was looking.
Fully.
From head.
To toe.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My bare legs.
My plain bra.
My soft cotton panty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now fully visible.
Nothing hiding.
Nothing left.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was standing.
Right in front of him.
Only in innerwear.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I felt it.
Straight through chest.
Down to legs.
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Ashamed.
Real.
Raw.
Still.
Breathing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was not going to listen anymore.
That much—
I understood.
Deep in my chest.
Deep in my breath.
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His eyes had changed.
Not like before.
Not soft.
Not scanning.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now?
Fixed.
Still.
Heavy with something I couldn’t name.
Like weight.
Like fire.
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His breath had changed too.
Little deeper.
Little stronger.
Like something was rising up from inside him.
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Even the way his hand was resting—
Was not soft now.
It wasn’t floating.
Wasn’t testing.
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It was firm.
Flat.
Decided.
Set.
Like anchor.
Like decision.
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And the worst part?
Somewhere…
Somehow…
Some quiet corner inside me…
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I had wanted this.
Not the chaos.
But the certainty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not gentle words.
Not soft nonsense.
Not useless begging.
Not checking face again and again.
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I had tested him.
Again and again.
Played with limits.
With lines.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now?
He had stopped asking.
And I had stopped resisting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t say anything.
Didn’t warn.
Didn’t threaten.
No hand raised.
No slap.
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I just stood.
Still.
Breathing quiet.
Waiting.
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Letting it come.
Letting him come.
Letting the moment stretch.
Melt.
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Let’s see, I thought.
Let’s see how far this goes.
Let’s see what happens if I don’t stop it.
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Then—
He pulled me.
Sudden.
One quick tug.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like how you bring suitcase closer before packing.
Not violent.
But solid.
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Strong enough that I stumbled slightly.
My feet came forward.
My body followed.
Like thread being pulled by hand.
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He bent down.
Not waiting.
Not pausing.
No warning.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And placed both hands—
Right on my backside.
Over the panty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Full grip.
Fingers wide.
Palms pressed.
Firm.
Claiming.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I inhaled.
One sharp breath.
“Prakash…”
I said it calm.
Still calm.
Still steady.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Don’t start like this…”
But he didn’t reply.
Nothing.
No sound.
Only the feel of his thumbs—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They pressed inward.
Gently.
Firmly.
Fingers curved under the cheek line.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then—
He made me turn.
One quick twirl.
Like waiter flipping dosa.
No chance to resist.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now I was facing away.
Back to him.
Backside facing his chest.
Panty right in front of his eyes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Trying to understand.
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“Okay, okay… what now?”
I muttered.
Sarcastic.
Flat.
“You made me turn like doll. Happy?”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
I felt it.
His palm.
On the small of my back.
Pushing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Eh…”
I said.
Not loud.
Just confused.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pushed again.
Lower.
Lower.
Till my hips bent.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body bent forward.
Not fully.
But enough.
Enough to need balance.
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My hands reached.
Found the bed edge.
Held on.
Supported myself.
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“Oi…”
I said again.
Still not shouting.
Still not sure.
“What are you doing…”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
THWACK.
One tight sound.
Loud.
Sharp.
Clear.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I screamed.
“Ayyyyyy—YAAA!”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One full slap.
Right on my backside.
Over the panty.
Loud.
Real.
Hot.
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I twisted back.
Whipped my neck.
Eyes wild.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!”
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He didn’t answer.
Not even blink.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Prakash!” I shouted.
“You lost your bloody mind or what?!”
Still nothing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“That SLAP… Don't repeat.... I’m warning you.”
“That’s ENOUGH. I said ENOUGH.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No reply.
His hands stayed.
Just stayed there.
Like they had their own rules now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Hello?” I snapped.
“Are you hearing or your ears are closed with your stupid guts?”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still no talking.
Only breathing.
Thick.
Heavy.
Quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He started pressing.
Both hands.
Flat.
Firm.
Over the panty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Squeezing.
Like checking dough texture.
Slow.
Sure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I jerked.
Twitched.
“OI! That’s NOT dough!”
“It’s MY—!”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still no answer.
Still pressing.
His thumbs tracing under panty line.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Prakash,” I warned, “you’re touching like it’s Dough.”
“Stop it, I’m telling.”
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He ignored.
His palm cupped.
Spread slightly.
Then closed again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Another slap.
PAKK.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This time—
I let out a sound.
Half-moan.
Half-yell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Aiii! I SAID STOP!”
Still nothing.
Still hands on me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
His hands moved.
Lower.
Not to leg.
Not to thigh.
But inward.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Between the panty and my skin.
Both sides.
Both hands.
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My breath froze.
“Eh—eh Prakash…”
I stammered.
Voice breaking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Don’t… don’t do that…”
His fingers slid inside.
Not deep.
Just till the curve.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Oi. OI!”
I shouted.
“That’s MY panty elastic.”
“Not your secret pocket!”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still nothing.
I twisted.
Slightly.
Tried to wriggle.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You want to tear it, is it??”
No response.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His fingers went deeper.
His thumbs tugged.
Pulled once at the band.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“PRakash!”
I snapped.
Voice high.
“Stop it! You’re behaving like dog who found meat inside wrapper!”
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He didn’t stop.
One finger curved.
Touched skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Warm.
Soft.
Private.
That skin under the panty.
Now in his hand.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Prakash,” I said slower.
Lower now.
“Listen to me.”
“I said enough. Just leave.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still nothing.
His fingers didn’t obey.
His hands didn’t leave.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was not in the mood to go back.
I felt it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That moment.
That shift.
It had happened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He had stopped hearing my words.
And I…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was still standing there.
Bent over.
Panty hugged to my backside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hands inside it.
Like it was all allowed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I knew.
He’s not in listening mode anymore.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was pulling it.
Not lightly.
Not teasing.
Not testing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Both hands.
Firm.
Set.
Like he had made full plan.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His fingers were deep inside the side bands.
Tucked.
Buried.
Hooked into the elastic.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Gripping it.
Tight.
Strong.
Thumbs pressing into my hipbone.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Oi… OI!”
I shouted.
Voice jumping.
Body twisting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Don’t pull like that!”
Still no use.
Still no reply.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t loosen.
Didn’t change grip.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was pulling outward.
Hard.
Stretching from both sides.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Side to side.
Elastic went tight.
Tighter.
Till it felt like it might snap.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like rubber band about to fight back.
My hip jerked.
I screamed—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Ayyyyo—PAINing!”
My skin was stinging.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“It’s biting my hip!”
I shouted.
Twisting more.
Trying to escape his hands.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still he didn’t slow.
His palms were tugging in opposite directions.
Like he was trying to split me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Side to side.
Opposite force.
Elastic pulled hard across the soft skin.
My breath hitched.
My ribs tensed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Ayy! Prakash! It’s hurting!”
I cried louder.
Still no voice from him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Hellooooo?!”
“Are you hearing or turned into buffalo?!”
Still no talking.
Only pulling.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pulled more.
More tension.
More pain.
Elastic burning into skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Shit nooo…”
I shouted.
“It’s cutting into my skin!”
It really was.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The elastic—
It was already old.
Already weak.
Now?
It was twisting.
Digging deep.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One corner folded.
It bit into my hip like blade edge.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“STOP IT!”
I almost cried.
“IT’S NOT ROPE! It’s elastic panty!”
No response.
Only his grip.
Harder now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His knuckles were going white from the force.
My hips jerked forward from the pull.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Ayyyo Prakash, I’ll get red mark!”
Still no mercy.
No slowing.
No softening.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“It’s not drawstring!”
“What you’re doing—tying tent ah?!”
I shouted louder.
Still nothing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
It happened.
SNAP.
One sound.
Clean.
Deadly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My breath stopped.
I froze.
Then—
I screamed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“AIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYY—!”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The panty tore.
Right at the waistband.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The seams on both sides—
They gave up.
Like torn paper.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I felt it.
Sudden.
Immediate.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Suddenly open.
Suddenly bare.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My ass—
Fully exposed.
Warm air hit the skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No more cloth.
No more cover.
Gone.
Gone.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Oh my god—”
I shouted.
Shaking.
Shocked.
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It fell.
Half-dangling.
Then slipped.
Down my thighs.
Down to knees.
Down to floor.
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My backside—
Now outside.
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Warm skin.
Red from earlier slaps.
Soft.
Open.
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Visible.
Vulnerable.
Flesh exposed to light.
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I spun around.
Fast.
Wild.
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My face was burning.
My breath was high.
Heavy.
Fast.
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And I SLAPPED him.
PAK!
Right on the cheek.
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“ARE YOU ANIMAL?!”
I screamed.
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Another slap.
PAK!
Other side.
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“ARE YOU FULL MAD?!”
My hands were shaking.
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But he didn’t flinch.
Didn’t move.
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Just stood.
Cheek turning pink.
Eyes on me.
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Then he said softly—
“Madam… this is what you want.”
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I froze.
“What?”
My voice dropped.
Confused.
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He looked down once.
Then back at me.
Then said—
“You told me to do this.”
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I stepped closer.
One step.
Pointed finger on his chest.
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“I told you to STOP!”
He nodded once.
Then tilted head.
Calm.
Still.
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“You also told me not to listen.”
“To go on any extreme.”
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My mouth opened.
Then closed.
No words.
Just breath.
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“You said… don’t ask, don’t wait.”
“Just do.”
“You remember?”
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I stared.
He was right.
Fully right.
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I had said it.
I had provoked.
Pushed.
Dared.
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This was me.
This madness.
This whole breaking-control thing.
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My face flushed.
Not from guilt.
But heat.
Strong.
Burning.
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Still I snapped.
“I said many things!”
“That doesn’t mean you tear my underwear!”
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“I didn’t plan,” he said.
“It tore by itself.”
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“HAH?!”
“You think elastic has mind of its own?”
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He didn’t smile.
Just looked down once.
Then stepped forward.
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Before I could say anything—
He flipped me.
Again.
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One smooth move.
Like turning a bedsheet before folding.
I stumbled.
Bent.
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My hands hit the mattress again.
The fabric cold against my palms.
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Bare ass.
Facing him now.
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Fully bare.
No more panty.
No more covering.
Just skin.
Just me.
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Soft.
Red.
Open.
Waiting.
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He stood behind.
I couldn’t see his face.
But I could feel his stare.
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That burning.
That weight.
That air.
Full of pressure.
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I closed one eye.
Bit my lip.
“Ayyyo,” I muttered.
“Now what…”
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Then—
THWACK.
Louder than all before.
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His palm.
Flat.
Hard.
Sharp.
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On my bare cheek.
No cloth.
Only skin.
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I screamed.
“AIIIII—noooooo!!”
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I bit my own wrist.
Teeth pressing hard.
“Too hard! It’s stinging!”
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He didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
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My backside was on fire.
That red skin—
Now pulsing.
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And he?
He was still behind.
Still holding me bent.
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And I was just breathing.
Heavy.
Waiting.
Knowing.
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He’s not finished.
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I cried.
Out loud.
Not full sobbing.
But that broken sound.
Between pain and shock and confusion.
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“ammm aaah…”
That was the sound from my mouth.
Not word.
Not sentence.
Just… that.
A sound full of burning.
Full of stinging.
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My backside was burning.
Truly.
Fully.
Not just sore.
But burning like someone had rubbed fire chili there.
Red chili.
Green chili.
All kinds.
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The skin was already tender from before.
Already punished.
Already warm.
Now it was stinging.
Really stinging.
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It hurt.
Proper hurt.
Real pain.
But also…
I was liking it.
Somehow.
Without permission.
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“mmaaa…” I whispered to myself.
Eyes down.
Head low.
“What’s wrong with me…”
The whisper didn’t even feel like mine.
It was shaky.
Trembling.
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It was burning.
Yes.
But also…
Pulsing.
Throbbing.
Something was happening inside.
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Not just skin.
Not just outside.
The slap had gone deep.
Very deep.
Into that soft ache under my belly.
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That strange place.
That secret place.
Where heat comes from nothing.
Where it just starts.
Without touch.
Without warning.
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“Ahhh……”
I moaned slightly.
Very low.
Very unsure.
“This is not normal…”
My mouth said it.
But my body…
Didn’t listen.
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My eyes were wet.
Truly wet.
Not drama.
Not fake.
Real tears collecting.
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One tear even fell.
Down the side of my cheek.
Slow.
Salty.
Warm.
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I was moaning.
I was crying.
I was breathing like a dog.
All together.
At once.
All messy.
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“MAD…” I whispered to myself.
Quietly.
Weakly.
“He’s doing like owning me…”
And then—
THWACK.
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Other side.
His palm.
Again.
This time, on the opposite cheek.
Right on the curve.
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“AAAAAIYYYYYAAAAA!”
I screamed.
High-pitched.
Raw.
Like some electric shock had gone through me.
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My voice cracked like lightning.
Split in two.
My knees jerked forward.
Like my bones had jumped.
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My arms twisted.
My elbows shook.
I grabbed the corner of the bedsheet.
With full desperation.
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And I bit it.
My teeth sank into the cloth.
To stop the scream.
To hold something real.
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“Prakash, you bastard…”
I whispered into the cloth.
Mouth still pressed.
“You want to kill me or what…”
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My backside now?
Fully red.
No doubt.
Like two overripe tomatoes.
Swollen.
Shining.
Glowing.
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My breath?
Gone.
No rhythm.
No order.
All that came out was sound.
Strange, mixed sound.
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Small moans.
Soft screams.
Confused cries.
All overlapping.
All crowding.
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I was shaking my head.
Left and right.
Again and again.
“No no no…”
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“Stop it…”
I was saying.
Voice broken.
Face twisted.
“This is mad…”
“This is crazy…”
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But my body?
It didn’t move.
Didn’t stand.
Didn’t run.
It stayed bent.
Still.
Still offered.
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Because deep down — I knew.
I knew the truth.
Even if I didn’t want to.
This is what I had asked for.
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Then I heard it.
Small sound.
Faint movement.
Somewhere behind me.
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Like kneeling.
Like cloth rustling near the floor.
Quiet.
Careful.
Steady.
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I turned my neck slightly.
Couldn’t see him properly.
Just a shape.
Just a shadow.
But I could tell.
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He had bent down.
Now kneeling behind me.
Right there.
Right in front of my backside.
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“Eh… what now?” I said.
Still out of breath.
Still lost.
“You’re planning what next? Drum beating?”
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Still silence.
Still no answer.
But I could feel something.
Air.
Warm air.
On skin.
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His breath.
That heat.
That male, thick breathing.
Soft bursts.
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They were hitting the raw skin near my ass.
Lightly.
Then stronger.
Steady rhythm.
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“Prakash…?” I said slowly.
Each syllable careful.
“What are you doing…”
Still no answer.
Just that breath.
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Then his fingers came.
Sudden.
Gentle.
But clear.
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They touched my ass cheeks.
Both sides.
Light at first.
Then firmer.
Spreading.
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“AHH!”
I gasped.
Head jerked.
Back arched.
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“Hey! What the hell!”
I shouted.
But too late.
He had gripped.
He had spread.
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Firm grip.
Pulling cheeks apart.
Opening me.
Fully.
Deeply.
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My hands clutched the bed tighter.
Knuckles pale.
Fingers shaking.
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“PRakash! Wait!”
I said again.
Breath gone.
But he didn’t reply.
Didn’t even make a sound.
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But I could feel it.
His face…
Closer.
Closer still.
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That breath?
Now deeper.
Now warmer.
Right there.
Right there.
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I couldn’t see.
Couldn’t turn.
Could only feel.
Could only guess.
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And then—
LICK.
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One long stroke.
His tongue.
Right on my asshole.
Straight.
Direct.
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Not my pussy.
Not thigh.
Not hip.
Right on the hole.
That tight, soft place.
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“AaaaaaaaaaaaAAHHHHH—!”
I screamed.
My whole spine curved.
My body jerked up.
My chest rose high.
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Like I’d been shocked.
Lit on fire.
“Hey! WHAT THE HELL!”
Still no answer.
Only wetness.
Only tongue.
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Again he licked.
Wet.
Flat.
Strong.
Over that small, tight hole.
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“OH MY GOD—”
I cried.
“You’re licking my… my…”
I couldn’t say the word.
Couldn’t name it.
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My face was burning.
My fingers dug into the mattress.
My breath shook.
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And I moaned.
Loud.
From my stomach.
From my soul.
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“AHHH—ahhhh—WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!”
Still he didn’t stop.
His grip spread me wider.
His face — buried.
Right there.
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And then he finally spoke.
Voice deep.
Right behind me.
“I’m going to show you what you wanted, Pavitra.”
Not “madam.”
Not “sorry.”
Not “can I.”
Just… Pavitra.
Only name.
Only promise.
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Another lick.
Just like that.
But this one…
Stronger.
Different.
Heavier.
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I felt it the second it started.
Not like before.
This was not soft.
Not shy.
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That hot, wet drag of his tongue—
It landed.
Firmly.
Confidently.
Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
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This time, it started lower.
Not on the pussy lips.
Not there.
But just above.
Right in between.
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That small patch of skin.
That flat, quiet space.
Between the pussy and the asshole.
That hidden zone.
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Right there.
Where the nerves live quietly.
Sleeping.
Until now.
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He started from that.
Right from that middle.
That untouched place.
The forgotten spot.
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“nooo…” I whispered.
Mouth barely moving.
“This guy…”
My breath was tight.
My chest trembling.
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The tongue came up.
Slowly.
Not rushing.
Not darting.
Just rising.
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Not touching the pussy.
But brushing close.
Too close.
Dangerously close.
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My thighs trembled.
Both sides.
Quivering like scared animal.
Not from fear.
But from that trembling heat.
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“Eh… Prakash…”
I warned softly.
Voice weak.
Legs weaker.
“Don’t go too wild…”
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Still no answer.
Not even one sound.
Only his breath.
And his tongue.
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His tongue went higher.
Steady.
Sure.
Climbing that groove.
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One long stroke.
From bottom to top.
Upward.
Over the soft, tight skin.
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Then it landed.
Right at the asshole.
Right there.
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“AAHHH!” I cried.
Loud.
Sharp.
“haaaa!”
My body jumped.
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That spot—
Already licked once.
Now again.
But deeper.
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Wetter.
Hotter.
His tongue felt heavy now.
Full of purpose.
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I clutched the mattress tighter.
My fingers wrapped the sheet.
Tense.
Clawing.
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My knees pressed.
Trying to stay upright.
Trying not to fall.
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My mouth opened—
But no words came.
Only sound.
Only breath.
Only rawness.
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“Ahhhhhh… aiyyyaaaa… uhhh…”
The sounds spilled.
Like milk from overboiled pot.
Messy.
Hot.
Unstoppable.
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His tongue paused.
Right there.
Right on that small, puckered point.
Not moving now.
Just resting.
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And I was melting.
Fully.
Like sugar on hot plate.
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No pride.
No scolding.
No words.
Just one shaking woman.
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Bent forward.
Like heat-struck cow.
Bare backside out.
Shivering.
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Then—
The tongue went up again.
Another stroke.
Slow.
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Over the crack.
That private line.
Climbing higher.
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Past the asshole.
Over the curve of cheek.
Upward.
Rising.
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Till the top of the ass line.
That upper end.
That soft finish.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
It came down.
Slowly.
One slow return stroke.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Downward.
Dragging.
Like his tongue was painting.
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Painting something with spit.
With heat.
With madness.
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“Godddddd…” I moaned into the bed.
Face pressed down.
“Mad… this is mad…”
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It ended exactly where it started.
At the asshole.
Full circle.
One complete stroke.
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And stayed there.
No movement.
No leaving.
Just stillness.
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He didn’t speak.
I didn’t move.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body?
Buzzing.
Like live wire.
Sharp.
Tingling.
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My pussy was dripping.
I could feel it.
Sticky heat.
Running slowly.
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And he hadn’t even touched it.
Not once.
Not yet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He took his face back slightly.
Lifted it.
I exhaled.
Big breath.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
THUPP.
One small sound.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hand.
Slapping my ass cheek.
Not hard.
Not angry.
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Just a soft, open-palmed, lovely slap.
Like how you pat soft bread.
Fresh bread.
Puffy bread.
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I twisted slightly.
Neck turned.
“Now what’s this…”
I whispered.
Voice lazy.
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“Slapping like I’m your. .. …”
Still no reply.
Only breath.
Only body.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I heard it.
Khkhkh…
That throat-clearing sound.
Wet.
Warning.
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“Eh…” I muttered.
Nervous.
Unsure.
“Don’t you dare…”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He made that spitting sound.
Thick one.
Sticky one.
Wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“PRakash!” I shouted.
High-pitched.
“Don’t act like insane!”
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Too late.
SPIT.
Right there.
Right on my asshole.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I gasped.
Mouth wide.
Back straightened.
“noooo!”
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The chill.
That sudden splash of cold spit—
Landing exactly on the most hot, tingling part of me.
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It hit like ice.
Wet ice.
Mad ice.
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I jerked.
My spine curved.
Toes curled.
Hands grabbed sheet tighter.
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“HeyI! You spat?!”
I shouted.
Voice full confusion.
Full heat.
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He didn’t answer.
But I could feel him there.
Face close again.
Closer.
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And next second—
LICK.
From bottom to up.
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One full lick.
Over the spit.
Over the wet skin.
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One slow stroke.
Tongue sliding across coldness.
Blending the hot and cold.
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And me?
I broke.
I melted.
I moaned.
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“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…”
I moaned.
Loud.
Ugly.
Full.
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Like my body had become instrument.
Playing one mad song.
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I wasn't talking anymore.
Just moaning.
Just shaking.
Just breathing.
Waiting.
Waiting for the next one.
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He moved back slightly.
Just one step.
Only one.
But I felt it.
Fully.
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That warmth behind me—
It disappeared.
Gone in one breath.
One second.
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I blinked.
Once.
Then again.
Suddenly there was air.
Cool air.
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On my backside.
Still wet.
Still open.
Still tingling.
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Then—
His hands came.
Quickly.
Suddenly.
From the sides.
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They held both my arms.
Strong grip.
Full hold.
Not tight.
Not cruel.
But steady.
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Then slowly—
He lifted me.
Guided me.
Pulled me upward.
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From that bent position.
From that folded pose.
He made me stand.
Straight.
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My knees shook slightly.
Trembled like young calf.
But I stood.
Somehow.
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Chest rising.
Up and down.
Heavy.
Rushed.
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Backside still tingling.
Still stinging.
Still burning.
Still open to air.
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Hair stuck to my cheek.
One strand.
Maybe two.
Sweaty.
Ticklish.
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Then—
He turned me.
One sudden twirl.
Fast.
Unexpected.
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Again.
Another spin.
This man was not done spinning me.
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Now I was facing him.
Face to face.
Fully.
Nothing hidden.
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Except My breasts in bra—
They rose.
Then fell.
Then rose again.
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My lips were open.
Mouth parted.
No words.
Only breath.
Only heat.
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And before I could speak—
PAK.
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He slapped me.
Right across my cheek.
Sudden.
Real.
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I jerked.
Head turned.
Eyes wide.
Very wide.
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Not hard like the ass slaps.
Not like those.
But still real.
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Real enough to sting.
Sharp.
Direct.
One clean line.
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My jaw tilted.
Slightly sideways.
Neck moved.
Like pulled by string.
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Hair bounced.
A little messy wave.
Back to my shoulder.
Back to my face.
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“WHAT THE—”
I started.
Mouth open.
Shocked.
But he interrupted.
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“This what you want, right, Pavitra?”
His voice.
Low.
Serious.
Still.
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My mouth stayed half open.
Like stuck.
Frozen.
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He was looking at me.
Eyes locked.
No smile.
No softness.
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“Tell me,” he said.
Again.
“Right?”
One word.
One question.
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I swallowed.
Quietly.
Slowly.
Even that felt difficult.
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His hand—
Had just been inside my panty.
Just now.
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His tongue—
Had just been inside my ass.
Ten seconds ago.
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And now?
He was slapping me.
On the face.
Open.
Raw.
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And I was…
Standing.
Still.
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Not fighting.
Not running.
Just standing.
Breathing.
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It hurt.
Yes.
That slap.
It had power.
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It left a line on my cheek.
Like memory.
Hot.
Real.
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But under the sting…
There was something else.
A small thrill.
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That strange, twisting warmth.
The one that comes when someone shows boldness.
True boldness.
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And I couldn’t say no.
Not really.
So I didn’t say anything.
Nothing at all.
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Just stood.
Still.
Silent.
Breathing.
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Then—
PAK.
Second slap.
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Opposite cheek.
Opposite sting.
Opposite heat.
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My head jerked again.
Sharp.
Quick.
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My eyes closed.
Automatically.
Tight squeeze.
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And this time—
I nodded.
Once.
Small.
Barely visible.
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But he saw it.
He caught it.
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“Good,” he said.
Just that.
Then softer.
“Come closer to me.”
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I didn’t move.
Not at first.
My legs refused.
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But he stepped in.
One step.
No waiting.
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Now I could feel him.
Again.
The heat from his chest.
The breath from his nostrils.
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The press of his thigh near mine.
Almost touching.
Almost melting.
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Then—
His face came closer.
Bit by bit.
My breath caught.
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I froze.
Completely.
Just stood there.
Staring.
Waiting.
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His lips—
They were coming closer to mine.
Inches now.
Just inches.
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Closer…
Closer…
One breath away.
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I could smell him.
That smell—
Raw.
Male.
Human.
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Old sweat.
Faint cigarette.
That unwashed-shirt smell.
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That half-unclean.
Half-male.
Mouth-smell.
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And some part of me…
Liked it.
Without shame.
Without sense.
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It was wrong.
It was raw.
But it was him.
It was real.
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Then—
He kissed me.
For the first time.
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His mouth.
On mine.
Full contact.
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His lips—
Just ten seconds ago—
They were on my asshole.
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Now—
Inside my mouth.
Wet.
Warm.
Open.
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And I didn’t pull back.
Not even a little.
Not even an inch.
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After that kiss…
That wild, unthinkable kiss…
His lips finally left mine.
Gently.
Suddenly.
Quietly.
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I was still breathing hard.
Mouth open.
Chest moving.
Everything inside me shaken.
Everything outside me hot.
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Still confused.
Still pulsing.
Still not believing.
That his lips were just now—
On my mouth.
After being on… there.
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His face moved slightly back.
Only a little.
Enough for breath to enter between us.
But his eyes?
His eyes stayed.
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Right on me.
Right on my face.
Right on my lips.
Like something was still unfinished.
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Then—
His hands moved up.
Slow.
Both sides.
Softly rising.
Not sudden.
Not rough.
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They slid over my waist.
Slow drag.
His fingers traced the curves.
They passed my sides.
They reached my ribs.
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Then higher.
To the bra line.
That edge of cloth.
That tight strap.
He stopped there.
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On the cups.
Right over them.
His palms resting.
Warm.
Still.
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“Eh—” I said immediately.
One hand came up.
I slapped his wrist.
Lightly.
But sharp.
“Don’t touch that!”
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He didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
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“Listen,” I said sharply.
Finger pointing.
Voice scolding.
“This bra is not cheap, okay?”
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He kept staring.
Eyes on mine.
No reply.
Not one word.
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“It’s costly,” I said.
Chin raised.
Defensive.
“One of my costliest.”
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Still nothing.
Still silence.
Still hands resting.
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“I’m serious, Prakash.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“I’m not joking.”
“One bra cost more than your full month’s salary.”
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His hand didn’t move.
Still sitting on my breast.
Like statue.
Like wall.
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“You think you can break this? Like panty?”
My eyebrows lifted.
“No way.”
“You tear it—I’ll tear you.”
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Still nothing.
Still that quiet, slow defiance.
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Then—
His hand slid behind me.
Smooth.
Like thief hand.
To the hook.
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“Eh. EHH!”
I shouted.
Real now.
My voice jumped.
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“Don’t even THINK about it!”
My body twisted.
Shoulder leaned.
Elbow blocking.
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“PRakash, I’m not joking!”
“This is TIGHT HOOK, you’ll damage it!”
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He didn’t speak.
Didn’t reply.
Didn’t even nod.
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His fingers started working.
Clumsy at first.
Guessing.
Feeling.
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I gasped.
My spine tensed.
My belly tightened.
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“Hey! Don’t pull blindly—”
“One wrong move and underwire will poke my heart!”
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Still he didn’t speak.
Still his fingers played.
Still the bra held.
For now.
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Now I was full shouting.
Real volume.
Angry.
Afraid.
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“STOP IT I SAID!”
“I’ll remove!”
“I’ll remove myself, wait!”
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Still no reply.
Just tugging.
Just testing.
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I could feel his fingers on the back hook.
Fumbling.
Jerking.
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He didn’t even know the clip style.
This fool was guessing.
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“Idiot!” I shouted.
“You think all bras have same hook?”
“This is triple-layered!”
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Then—
In one sudden move—
PULL.
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The bra came off.
Just like that.
Clean.
Total.
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My eyes went wide.
Mouth opened.
Shocked.
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“AYYYYYY!” I yelled.
Loud.
Wild.
“How?!”
“You what?!”
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He didn’t answer.
Didn’t even smirk.
Just held the bra.
In one hand.
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Not torn.
Not broken.
Just… removed.
Fully.
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He held it like trophy.
Like prize.
Like conquered thing.
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Then—
With no respect—
He threw it.
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Like it was some old rag cloth.
Like it had no value.
No memory.
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It flew.
Floated.
Then hit the corner wall.
Then fell.
Onto the floor.
Silent.
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And me?
I was standing.
Bare.
Fully.
Completely.
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Naked.
In front of my building's security guard.
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Fully nude.
In daylight.
In open air.
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I looked down.
Slowly.
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My breasts — full, heavy, brown — were right there.
Right in the open.
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Backside still tingling.
Thighs slightly wet.
Hair messy.
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Lips swollen.
Chest red.
Face dazed.
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And him?
He didn’t wait.
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He leaned forward.
One step.
No warning.
No asking.
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And put his mouth…
Directly on my breast.
One side.
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That wet, strong mouth.
Just moments ago, it was on my ass.
Now—
On my nipple.
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“Heyyyyy!” I shouted.
“What you’re doing—mad dog ah?!”
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He didn’t answer.
His tongue circled.
Slow.
Sticky.
Warm.
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Then sucked.
Deep.
Full.
Sharp inhale of my skin.
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My knees bent slightly.
Unsteady.
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“aaahhhhhh…” I groaned.
My head tilted.
Back arched.
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At the same time—
His other hand…
Came up.
Reached the other boob.
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Full grip.
Fingers wide.
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“Not like that!” I scolded.
Breathless.
Confused.
“It’s not dough!”
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But he was squeezing.
Firmly.
Pressing.
Owning.
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Kneading.
Like parotta dough.
Warm palms rotating.
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Thumb pressing the side curve.
Flattening.
Spreading.
Massaging.
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I moaned.
Eyes shut.
Skin trembling.
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But also—
“IDIOT,” I hissed.
Through teeth.
“You can't eat fully…”
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Still he didn’t stop.
Mouth on one.
Hand on other.
And me?
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Just standing.
Naked.
Owned.
Breathing like steam pipe.
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He moved.
His body shifted.
Just a little.
But I felt it.
All of it.
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His mouth—
Wet.
Hungry.
Warm.
It left the first boob.
Just lifted away.
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A small pull.
A soft sound.
A tiny smack of suction.
Gone.
Off.
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And without even asking,
Without even pausing,
He switched.
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To the other side.
One smooth shift.
No announcement.
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His lips landed.
Right on my second breast.
That untouched one.
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Fresh.
Unbitten.
Unfelt till now.
Clean and warm and waiting.
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“Aaaah…” I moaned low.
Neck tilted.
Lips parted.
“Again ah…”
My voice was weak.
Playful.
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“You can’t milk me…”
I said it soft.
But it came out hot.
Like whisper inside fire.
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At the same time—
His free hand—
That greedy one—
It moved across.
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Now holding the first one.
Again.
Still soft from sucking.
Now grabbed again.
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Both my breasts—
Under attack.
Taken.
Owned.
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One by tongue.
One by palm.
His mouth hot.
His hand heavier.
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He sucked the nipple.
Properly.
With full force.
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Full mouth sealed.
Like vacuum.
Like clamp.
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“Oye…”
I groaned.
Back arching.
“Don’t eat it like ice candy…”
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His tongue flicked.
Quick circles.
Smooth.
Fast.
Swirling on the tip.
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I was shaking.
Fully.
From spine to toes.
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My chest bounced.
Up and down.
Side to side.
His mouth dragging it.
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Hair falling over my face.
Strands sticking to cheek.
Some near my lips.
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My body?
Gone.
Out of control.
Swaying.
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My pussy?
Wet.
Dripping.
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Leaking like broken tap.
Warm trails sliding down.
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I couldn’t stop moving.
Hips twitching.
Thighs rubbing.
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Back arched.
Toes curling.
My whole shape trembling.
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“Prakash…”
I whispered.
Soft.
Like prayer.
Like begging.
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He didn’t reply.
Nothing.
Just sucked harder.
Like challenge.
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Then—
He stood up.
Suddenly.
Mouth pulled away.
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My breast shivered from the release.
My skin felt cold there.
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His mouth shiny.
Lips wet.
Chin gleaming.
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He was breathing deep.
Like he had done workout.
Like he had claimed something.
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I thought maybe he’ll calm down now.
Maybe it’s enough.
Maybe.
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Instead—
THWACK.
His palm slapped my breast.
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“AAAIYEEE!”
I screamed.
Full volume.
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The whole boob shook.
Jiggled.
Bounced.
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Pain—
Straight from the skin to my ribs.
A hot line.
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“Heyyyy!” I shouted.
Loud.
Angry.
“What you doing?! Are you mad?!”
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Still no words.
Still no expression.
Just breath.
And hands.
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THWACK.
Second slap.
Other boob.
Harder.
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I cried out.
Neck bent back.
Chest jolted.
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Hands slapped the air.
Reflex.
Pain rising.
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“STOP IT!”
I yelled.
Spit flying.
Throat shaking.
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“I said ENOUGH!”
But still he didn’t stop.
Not yet.
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My boobs were full red now.
Stinging.
Throbbing.
Full heat.
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I tried to turn.
To twist away.
Escape.
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He held my waist.
Gripped it firm.
Kept me.
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Then—
His fingers came up.
To my nipple.
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And twisted.
Hard.
Sharp.
Mean.
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“AAAHHHHH nooo!”
I screamed.
Bent forward.
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“NOT LIKE THAT!”
Voice cracked.
Full crying.
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He kept turning.
Like opening bottle cap.
Tight lid.
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“WHAT are you trying to do?!”
I shouted.
Still burning.
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Still no mercy.
Fingers gripping tight.
Thumb and finger—
Turning.
Pinching.
Twisting that sensitive tip.
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Pain climbing.
Rising.
Building.
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But pleasure…
Also rising.
Curling.
Mixing.
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My knees bent.
Legs buckling.
My mouth opened.
Wider.
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Tears at corner of eye.
Wet.
Salty.
Shaking.
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“PRakash!”
I cried.
“Stop! Stop it!”
Begging now.
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He moved again.
To the other breast.
Same grip.
Same pressure.
Same twisting.
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“NOOOO—!”
I shouted.
“Too much!”
“That side also burning!”
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Still he did.
Still he twisted.
Still he played.
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My hips buckled.
I was dropping.
Losing balance.
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“Heyyy… ENOUGH!”
“It’s TOO MUCH!”
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I slapped his shoulder.
Weak.
Light.
Desperate.
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“Just leave it… please…”
“I’ll fall…”
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Then he stopped.
Finally.
His hand let go.
Relief.
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And I breathed.
Heavy.
Long.
Full chest.
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But before I could even speak—
He raised his hand.
Fast.
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PAK.
One slap.
Right on my cheek.
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My face turned.
Sharp.
My neck jerked.
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Then—
He spoke.
Low.
Clear.
Firm.
Right in front of my face.
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“Don’t order me, Pavitra.”
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I blinked.
Once.
Then again.
My eyes weren’t focusing properly.
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That slap—
It was still stinging.
On one side of my face.
Still fresh.
Still tingling like a burn.
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And now he was saying that?
Now?
That line?
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“Don’t talk too much…”
That’s what he had said.
Just like that.
Casual.
Firm.
Like I was some noisy child.
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My mouth stayed open.
For one full second.
Then another.
I couldn’t close it.
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My chest…
It rose once.
Heavy breath.
Then dropped.
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That anger…
It started rising again inside me.
But it wasn’t fire.
Not this time.
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It was dust.
Heavy.
Hot.
Dry.
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Settling everywhere inside my body.
Inside my breath.
My ribs.
My neck.
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I pulled my hand up to my cheek.
Slow.
Careful.
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Felt the heat there.
That skin was alive.
Sore.
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I looked at him.
Direct.
Quiet.
No words.
Only eyes.
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He wasn’t blinking.
Not once.
Just standing.
Like wall.
Like rock.
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I wanted to shout.
I did.
I wanted to scream.
To fight.
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But no voice came.
Only breath.
Rough.
Shallow.
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Small puffing sounds from my mouth.
That’s all.
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I turned my face away.
Once.
Quickly.
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Then looked back again.
And I said it.
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Quiet.
But sharp.
Like pointed nail.
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“Enough, Prakash.”
Two words.
That’s all.
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He didn’t react.
Not even blink.
Still those same eyes.
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My fingers…
They gripped the side of my thigh.
Bare thigh.
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Naked skin.
Warm.
Uncovered.
Held by my own hand.
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This whole thing…
Had gone too far.
Way too far.
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“You’re taking too much advantage,” I said.
Still not raising my voice.
Still low.
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“I was just provoking…”
“Just playing…”
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“But you—”
I stopped.
Froze.
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He wasn’t listening.
At all.
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His eyes were not even focused.
They were stuck.
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Somewhere between my face…
And my chest.
Not hearing.
Just seeing.
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“Hey,” I said again.
This time louder.
“Look at me.”
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He blinked.
Once.
Then he moved.
Fast.
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One step forward.
Too quick.
Too close.
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Before I could step back—
His hand came again.
Not up.
Not down.
Across.
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One tight slap.
Again.
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Right cheek this time.
Right on the bone.
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The sound—
It was too loud for that small room.
Too sharp.
Like shot.
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My face jerked.
To the side.
Hard.
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And this time…
I lost balance slightly.
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One foot stepped back.
Automatically.
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My hand went to my mouth.
Covering.
Feeling.
Shocked.
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I didn’t scream.
I didn’t slap back.
I just stood.
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Breathing.
In.
Out.
Like broken engine.
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That sharp taste in my mouth—
Like metal.
Like battery.
Like blood.
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That dizzy feeling behind my eyes.
Like I might fall.
Like world was spinning.
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Still naked.
Still standing.
Still stunned.
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Then—
He came forward.
Again.
Closer.
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Before I could move.
Before I could think.
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He kissed me.
Sudden.
Full.
Tight.
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Wet.
Loud.
Hot.
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No warning.
His lips crashed into mine.
Like they were angry.
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Like they were tired of waiting.
Like they had run out of patience.
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No space to breathe.
No gap.
No mercy.
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His mouth sealed mine.
Locked.
Pressed.
Firm.
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His tongue came in.
Without asking.
Without delay.
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Not gentle.
Not teasing.
Just entered.
Fully.
Deeply.
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My eyes stayed wide.
Wide open.
No closing.
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No melting.
No softening.
Just wide.
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Because it was too much.
Too fast.
Too sudden.
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My lips…
Didn’t even respond at first.
Frozen.
Numb.
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His tongue was everywhere.
Inside my mouth.
Pushing.
Pulling.
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Searching.
Tasting.
Claiming.
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And I…
I was still trying to process.
To catch up.
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One second ago he slapped me.
Now he was kissing me.
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And my body?
It didn’t help.
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It didn’t resist.
Didn’t push back.
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It didn’t lean away.
It stayed.
Still.
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Frozen.
But not fighting.
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Like it was confused.
Like it didn’t know whether to enjoy…
Or scream.
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I was in shock.
Real shock.
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Not drama one.
Not pretend.
Actual.
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My heart was pounding.
Fast.
Loud.
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My nipples were still burning.
From earlier.
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My ass was still sore.
From slaps.
From mouth.
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And now…
My lips were his.
Fully.
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My mouth was open.
Not mine anymore.
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My breath was his.
Stolen.
Taken.
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And inside my chest?
I couldn’t feel anything except heat.
And that confusion.
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How did I get here?
How did this go so far?
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How did this start with tea…
And end with this?
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But he didn’t stop.
He kissed like he was drinking me.
Like he was swallowing me.
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And I stood.
Still.
Tired.
Silent.
In shock.
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My lips were still wet.
Still moist from that kiss.
Still parted.
Still open.
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Still unsure what happened.
What that kiss even was.
Why it came.
Why I let it.
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Before I could even think—
To ask.
To speak.
To breathe properly—
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He grabbed me.
Sudden.
Fast.
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Both hands.
One under my thigh.
One behind my back.
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Rough grip.
Strong.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
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And he lifted me.
Just like that.
Off the ground.
Off the floor.
Off the moment.
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“Eh—Prakash—”
I tried to say.
But my voice—
It didn’t come out properly.
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Like caught in my chest.
Like stuck under my ribs.
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And the next second—
THUD.
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He threw me.
Not hard.
But not soft either.
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Straight on the bed.
No pillow.
No warning.
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My back hit the mattress.
One bounce.
My spine shifted.
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My legs—
They spread slightly.
From the fall.
From the way I landed.
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I pushed my elbows down.
Trying to sit up.
Trying to lift my head.
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“Wait—what are you—”
I started.
But no full sentence came.
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Because he didn’t wait.
Not even one breath.
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He climbed onto the bed.
Knees first.
One between my thighs.
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Hands—
Gripping my knees.
Firm.
Fixed.
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And before I could close them—
He spread them.
Wide.
Too wide.
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So wide I felt the air.
Cool air.
On my wetness.
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Still dripping.
Still open.
Still aching.
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“Prakash…”
I said it.
Breathless.
Thin voice.
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“Listen—”
But he didn’t.
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He bent forward.
His head moved.
But not where I expected.
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Not to my pussy.
Not to my chest.
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His head went to my left thigh.
Lower.
Side.
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And I felt it.
That first touch of his tongue.
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Warm.
Flat.
Rough.
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On the inside part of my thigh.
Just a little above the knee.
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“Ahhh…”
It escaped.
From my mouth.
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My neck dropped back into the bed.
I didn’t plan it.
It just fell.
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Not because I wanted to moan.
But because it just came.
All by itself.
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He licked again.
Longer.
Upward this time.
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From halfway up my thigh.
To almost near the centre.
But stopped.
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Didn’t touch my pussy.
Stopped just before.
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I shivered.
A cold quake.
From my hip to my toe.
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My hands—
They grabbed the bedsheet.
Clenched.
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He was moving slow now.
But not romantic slow.
Not soft slow.
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Hunting slow.
Stalking slow.
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Then he moved.
Shifted his head.
To the other thigh.
Same movement.
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Same tongue.
Same heat.
Opposite side now.
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He licked the full line.
From the curve of my hip.
To just above the knee.
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My legs trembled.
Both.
Slight.
Visible.
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And my pussy?
Tightened.
Fully.
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Juice was already there.
Sticky.
Warm.
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Now more came.
Fresh.
Hot.
Soaking the fold.
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I opened my mouth to speak—
But nothing came.
Only breath.
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He kissed that inner thigh.
Soft.
Then again.
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Two times.
Small ones.
Like claiming.
Like marking.
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And again—
I felt that pressure building.
That ache.
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That wanting.
That throb.
That heat between the folds.
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I bit my lip.
Hard.
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Then I whispered—
“Stop teasing me…”
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Still he didn’t reply.
Still he didn’t speak.
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His mouth was near now.
Just below.
Just at the edge.
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I could feel his breath.
On it.
On the clit.
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Hot and strong.
Wet air.
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I shut my eyes.
Then opened again.
Shivering.
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He came closer.
Right there.
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And then—
PAKK.
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One wet sound.
On me.
On it.
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I gasped.
Loud.
Not from pain.
From shock.
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He had spat.
Right on top of my pussy.
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A full spit.
Heavy.
Warm.
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Straight on the centre fold.
Right on the clit.
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I twitched.
My thighs jumped.
My hips curled.
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“Chee…”
I whispered.
“You mad idiot…”
But quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Barely audible.
Barely meaning it.
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But I didn’t stop him.
Couldn’t.
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The spit landed on my clit.
And mixed.
With my own wetness.
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That slimy sound.
That sticky drip.
Down one side.
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I felt it.
Like heat sliding inside me.
Like silk.
Like madness.
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“Ahhh—Prakash…”
This time louder.
More breath than word.
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Then he licked.
Not middle.
Not top.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He started from down.
From the very base.
Where it touches the bed when I lie flat.
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He licked upward.
One full stroke.
Slow.
Firm.
Hard.
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My back arched.
Spine lifted.
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I let out a cry.
“Aaah—!”
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That tongue—
Dragged everything upward.
Juice.
Spit.
Heat.
Shame.
Control.
All of it.
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He was licking me like I was his food.
Not dessert.
Main course.
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My thighs pressed against his face.
Automatically.
No thought.
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And my body?
It wasn’t mine anymore.
It was his.
Fully.
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But my mind?
Still trying to hold.
Still spinning.
Still questioning.
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How did this—
How did I—
How did this become pain and pleasure both?
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Why am I moaning?
Why am I letting?
Why am I—
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“Ahhh…”
That second lick ended the question.
Fully.
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And I moaned.
Hard.
From stomach.
From soul.
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Eyes open.
Mouth open.
Everything open.
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Only sound inside that room…
Was me.
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I didn’t expect it.
Not like that.
Not so sudden.
Not so deep.
Not so full.
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That tongue…
It came again.
No pause.
No warning.
No mercy.
Just came.
Straight in.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And that mouth—
Hot.
Open.
Firm.
Wet.
Searching.
It didn’t wait.
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His lips opened me.
My folds.
Fully.
Completely.
Parted like soft fruit.
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Not with fingers.
Not with hands.
Only lips.
Only his mouth.
Only that thick heat pressing.
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My legs twitched.
Once.
Twice.
Nerves running up the inside.
From thigh to chest.
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Then—
His tongue came inside.
In.
Real in.
Wet and thick and bold.
Like it had decided.
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My pussy flinched.
Welcomed.
Tensed.
Then opened.
Fully open.
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He was eating me.
Not licking.
Not teasing.
Eating.
Proper.
Hungry.
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His lips moved like hunger.
His tongue moved like thirst.
His breath was hot wind.
And I—
I was melting.
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“Ahh—haaah—aaah…”
My voice…
It came without shape.
No word.
No language.
Only sound.
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My thighs shook.
Lightly.
Then stronger.
Trembling like leaves.
Under his mouth.
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My head dropped.
Back.
Into the pillow.
Neck loose.
Breath loose.
Body loose.
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His face…
It was deep between my legs.
So deep I couldn’t see him.
Only feel.
Only heat.
Only tongue.
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And my pussy?
It was crying and laughing.
At the same time.
Pulsing.
Throbbing.
Calling.
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He licked the clit.
Then didn’t stop.
Didn’t rest.
Didn’t slow.
Kept going.
Relentless.
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He sucked it.
Pulled it in.
Made it his.
Sucked it till it tingled.
Till it swelled.
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His tongue worked around it.
Flat pressure.
Then tip flick.
Then side sweep.
Then full circle.
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Slow circle.
Then fast.
Then pause.
Then again.
My breath followed each stroke.
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My body jerked.
Small spasm.
Then bigger.
Like electric current.
Across my spine.
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“Prakash…”
I whispered.
Or maybe I thought.
I didn’t know.
Inside or outside.
My lips or my mind.
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Because all I could hear now…
Was him.
Not me.
Only him.
Only sound of eating.
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Wet mouth.
Hot breath.
Tongue sliding.
Lips pulling.
Juice dripping.
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Sticky now.
My own thighs.
Sticky.
Wet skin rubbing.
On each other.
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I tried to move.
To shift.
To lift.
Couldn’t.
His mouth was holding me down.
Like weight.
Like chains.
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He pushed his face deeper.
Pressed harder.
And I made a sound—
Thin.
Sharp.
Like glass breaking.
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“Aaahhh—Prakashh…”
It tore out of me.
Not planned.
Just born.
Right from the pit of breath.
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My hand went to his head.
Grabbed.
Hair in fingers.
Tugged.
Not pulling back.
But pushing.
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My thighs—
They moved by themselves.
Lifted.
Wrapped around his head.
Pressed in.
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Tight.
Strong.
My ankles locked.
Behind his neck.
Like seatbelt.
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I held him there.
Pressed.
Trapped.
Buried.
Smothered.
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And he didn’t pull away.
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t even flinch.
Just obeyed.
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His tongue worked deeper.
Sharper.
Faster.
Wider.
Messier.
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I shook.
Fully.
Every part.
Toes.
Knees.
Back.
Neck.
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My toes curled.
My spine lifted.
I couldn’t stop it.
Like strings pulling me upward.
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One hand—
It gripped the pillow.
Twisted the cloth.
Crushed it.
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Other hand—
Still in his hair.
Fingers tight.
Lost.
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I was gone.
Not here.
Somewhere far.
Somewhere deep.
Inside sweat.
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Inside breath.
Inside sound.
Inside him.
Only him.
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I didn’t know time.
Couldn’t count seconds.
Couldn’t name minutes.
Couldn’t care.
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He didn’t stop.
He didn’t ask.
He didn’t talk.
Just kept eating.
Mouth on me.
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I moaned.
Till throat dried.
Till voice cracked.
Till body clenched.
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My legs—
Tightened around him.
My belly—
Pulled inward.
Hard.
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My eyes blurred.
Vision soft.
Spinning slightly.
Like dream.
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The world faded.
Shrank.
Got smaller.
Till it was only that.
Only that one place.
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That tongue.
That pressure.
That heat.
That man.
That moment.
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Between my legs.
Inside my skin.
Inside my moan.
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And I was—
“AAAHHHH—hhhhh…”
Gone.
Gone into it.
Voice melting.
Like candle.
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My legs locked tighter.
Wrapped.
Closed.
His face buried.
Fully.
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My pussy opened more.
And more.
And more.
And I was—
Still moaning.
Still shaking.
Still alive.
Still there.
Fully.
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My thighs were shaking.
Not just trembling.
Not soft.
Tight shaking.
Like something inside was holding on too hard.
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That pressure inside me—
It was rising.
Like wave.
Climbing higher.
And higher.
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Each second, it grew heavier.
Like I was filling with light.
With heat.
With something sharp and golden.
Too much. Too much.
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My moan—
It was stuck.
Right in my throat.
Half scream.
Half prayer.
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I only had one breath left.
Just one.
And I was going to—
Going to—
Break.
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I clutched the bedsheet.
Tight.
Both fists.
Wrinkled cloth crushed in palms.
Like I might fall off the world.
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My toes—
They pointed.
Stiff.
Straight.
Sharp lines of tension from heel to foot.
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My legs—
They squeezed.
Hard.
Around his head.
Pressed him in.
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He felt it.
He knew.
He understood.
That grip.
That tightness.
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My thighs had stiffened too much.
He could sense it.
That moment.
That edge.
That second just before.
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And he pulled back.
Suddenly.
Fast.
Gone from me.
Vanished from that heat.
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I gasped.
Loud.
Sharp.
Broken.
“No… ahhh—why…”
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But I couldn’t even speak properly.
My lips moved.
But the voice didn’t come right.
Only sounds.
Only breath.
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I was seconds away.
Just seconds.
And now—
Empty.
Hollow.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That edge broke.
Like thread cut.
Snapped.
And all the feeling…
Scattered.
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My body—
Still twitching.
Small shakes.
Little pulses.
But the climax… gone.
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My pussy was still wet.
Still wide.
Still waiting.
Still aching.
But he moved.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He shifted his weight.
Down.
Lower.
And his hands came.
Firm.
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They grabbed under my thighs.
Thick hands.
Warm grip.
Steady.
Confident.
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And then—
He lifted me.
Just like that.
One smooth motion.
Like I weighed nothing.
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My ass—
It rose.
Off the bed.
Floating.
Hips high.
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Back still on mattress.
But hips up.
Lifted.
Tilted.
Exposed.
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Then I felt his fingers.
On my cheeks.
My backside.
My bare skin.
Opening me.
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Pulling gently.
But fully.
Spreading.
Revealing.
Bareness.
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And then—
His mouth came.
There.
To the middle.
To the line.
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Not higher.
Not lower.
Right there.
Between the cheeks.
Soft skin.
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He started licking.
My ass.
Real licking.
Slow.
Firm.
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Not brushing.
Not playful.
Not teasing.
Eating.
Actual eating.
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His tongue—
It dragged up that line once.
From bottom to top.
With heat.
With pressure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I—
I choked on a sound.
Tried to speak.
But moaned instead.
“Prak—haaaah—Prakash—what…”
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But I didn’t finish.
Couldn’t.
Because that feeling—
It pulled another moan.
Louder.
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That place—
Wasn’t meant to be touched.
Not like that.
Never thought of it like that.
Not once.
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But now—
He was kissing it.
Licking it.
Spitting and licking again.
And I—
I couldn’t take it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My thighs trembled.
Again.
Harder.
My hips twitched upward.
But his hands held me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Firm grip.
Behind my thighs.
Keeping me up.
Keeping me open.
Keeping me his.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And his face—
Still buried.
In that space.
Between the cheeks.
Tongue working.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Small strokes.
Tight circles.
Right on the edge.
Soft skin burning.
Sensitive nerves screaming.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Every lick—
Sent a wave.
Through belly.
Through chest.
Through thighs.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My back arched.
I pushed one hand against the headboard.
Needed to hold.
Something.
Anything.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But then—
His other hand came.
Didn’t see it.
Only felt it.
From below.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It reached forward.
Between my legs.
And touched—
“Ahhhhhh—!”
My pussy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cry—
Came from stomach.
From soul.
Deep.
Long.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One finger—
Slid in.
Between folds.
Slow.
Testing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then circled the clit.
Just once.
But it hit like lightning.
Because his tongue—
Still on my ass.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Mouth and hand—
Together.
Front and back.
Same time.
Same rhythm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Cheee…”
I whispered in my head.
“What is this feeling…”
So mad.
So wrong.
So good.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t pause.
He spread me wider.
Licked again.
Finger teased.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Teased the entrance.
Of pussy.
Then circled.
Then moved up.
Then circled clit again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was moaning.
Non-stop.
Some high.
Some low.
Some just breath.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Some—
No sound at all.
Mouth open.
But empty.
Only air.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body—
Didn’t know what to do.
My chest heaved.
Skin hot.
Pulse wild.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Between my legs—
I was dripping.
Real dripping.
Juice and spit.
Messy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My whole hole—
Both holes—
Were pulsing.
Front and back.
Together.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His mouth on one.
His fingers on the other.
And me—
Somewhere between heaven and madness.
Alive.
Still burning.
Still not coming down.
Not yet.
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His mouth—
It was still there.
Still between my ass cheeks.
Still moving.
Still licking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That tongue…
It didn’t stop.
It circled.
Softly.
Wet.
Slow.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
It pushed.
Just slightly.
Just the tip.
Inside.
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And I gasped.
Loud.
Sharp.
Not planned.
Not controlled.
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A tight pull spread across my belly.
Like rope.
Invisible.
Twisting inside.
Clenching me from within.
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“Ahhh—”
It came out broken.
Breath wrapped in sound.
Like a small scream hiding under breath.
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He tried again.
Pushed once more.
Just the tip.
Just a little.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But my ass—
It clenched.
Tight.
Too tight maybe.
Nervous tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And he felt it.
Immediately.
Understood it.
In the way my body closed.
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So he stopped.
Pulled back.
No force.
No push.
Just stopped.
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I felt the cold air.
Right there.
Sudden.
Sharp.
Against that wet skin.
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My breath—
It was shaking.
Fast.
Open-mouthed.
Ragged.
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Then I heard it.
That sound.
His knee shifting on the mattress.
A small movement.
A shift of weight.
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Then his hands.
Back on my thighs.
Strong.
Warm.
Gripping.
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“Wait—what now—”
I tried to say.
But no voice came.
Only air.
Only a whisper inside my chest.
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He pulled me.
Quick.
Sharp.
One movement.
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And I flipped.
Onto my stomach.
Just like that.
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Didn’t even lift myself.
Didn’t get a chance.
His hands grabbed my hips.
Raised them.
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My knees bent.
Under me.
Automatically.
Reflex.
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And suddenly—
I was kneeling.
Body low.
Ass high.
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My arms stretched in front.
Elbows straight.
Hands flat.
Face down.
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My cheek pressed into the bed.
Pillow gone.
Only sheet.
Cotton against my skin.
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My ass?
Up.
High.
Open.
Bare.
Offered.
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My hair—
It fell across my cheek.
Stuck with sweat.
Sticking to my jaw.
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My mouth—
Was open.
Breathing heavy.
So heavy.
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I couldn’t see him.
Not from that angle.
But I felt him.
Fully.
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His hands came again.
Spread my buttocks.
Wider.
Deeper.
No shame.
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He was looking.
At everything.
No hiding now.
Not one inch.
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I felt the air—
Cool.
On my wetness.
And I was wet.
Soaked.
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Inside.
Outside.
All around.
Wet from him.
Wet from me.
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Juice was running.
Down my inner thigh.
Slow trail.
Sticky line.
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My asshole—
Still wet.
From his tongue.
Still tingling.
Still pulsing.
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Clit throbbing.
Pussy lips parted.
Open.
Swollen.
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And I—
I was kneeling.
Like animal.
Held.
Presented.
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I felt it.
And I didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
Didn’t want to.
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Then—
He came close.
Again.
That warmth.
Near.
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I braced myself.
Tensed slightly.
Breathed deep.
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And then I felt it.
That tongue.
Again.
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Starting from the front.
From the clit.
From the softest part.
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Flat lick.
One stroke.
Long.
Slow.
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Upward.
From clitoris—
Over the slit—
Across the lips—
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Between the folds—
To the base—
Then lower—
To the back—
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Over the asshole.
And still up.
Right through the middle of my crack.
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And I moaned.
Loud.
Unfiltered.
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Like a bitch.
Real bitch.
That sound escaped me.
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No shape.
No word.
Only moan.
From belly.
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“Ahhhh—aaahhh—hhhaaaa…”
No shame.
Only breath.
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He did it again.
Same motion.
Same path.
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Heavy tongue.
Dragging everything.
Juice.
Sweat.
Spit.
All of it.
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He licked me—
Like he was cleaning a plate.
Not gentle.
Not soft.
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Firm.
Messy.
Wet.
Claiming.
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And again.
I moaned.
Still kneeling.
Still open.
Still burning.
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My face—
Still pressed to the bed.
Cheek smashed into the sheet.
Hot breath fogging the cotton.
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Drool hung from my lip.
Sticky.
Warm.
Falling.
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I was gasping.
Through teeth.
Through throat.
Through heat.
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My hands—
Gripped the edge of the bedsheet.
Knuckles white.
Fingers tense.
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Knees wide apart.
My back arched.
Automatically.
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So he could go deeper.
Lick longer.
Own more.
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Again he licked.
From pussy to ass.
Full length.
One hot stroke.
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“Ahhh—fuckkk…”
It came out.
Loud.
Raw.
Real.
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Didn’t know I said it.
Didn’t care.
Only felt.
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Melting from inside.
Fully.
Completely.
Every stroke—
Made my pussy twitch.
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Every twitch—
Pushed more juice out.
Warm.
Dripping.
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Onto the bed.
Between my legs.
Sticky trails.
Messy heat.
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His tongue passed the clit again—
My spine jerked.
Sharp.
Immediate.
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One hard moan—
Tore out of me.
From nowhere.
From everywhere.
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I felt like animal.
No shame.
No control.
Only sound.
Only body.
Only feeling.
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His face—
Was behind me.
Mine—
Was buried in the bed.
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But my mouth—
Still open.
Still moaning.
Still giving.
Still being.
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Like I had no other job in this world.
Except this.
To kneel.
To take it.
To be eaten.
To moan.
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My face—
It was pressed deep.
Deeper than before.
Into the bed.
Into the fabric.
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One cheek squashed.
Flattened against the sheet.
Skin warm.
Cotton soft.
Breath hot.
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My eyes—
They were open.
Not blinking.
Just staring.
Straight into the threads.
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At the tiny lines.
The weave.
The tiny bumps of the cloth.
So close.
So sharp.
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I was breathing fast.
Mouth open.
Half open.
Wet.
So wet.
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Drool.
Falling.
Dripping from the corner.
Sliding down my chin.
Sticky trail.
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But I couldn’t close my mouth.
Couldn’t stop the air.
Couldn’t swallow.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t move.
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Because of that tongue.
That one tongue.
Still working.
Still licking.
Still owning me.
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That tongue—
It was relentless.
Up and down.
Long strokes.
From pussy to ass.
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And then again.
Back up.
Same path.
Wet.
Hot.
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He didn’t stop.
Not once.
Didn’t pause.
Didn’t slow.
Didn’t even breathe.
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I was gripping.
The edge of the bed.
Both hands.
Hard.
Fingers bent.
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Arms shaking.
Forearms tight.
Shoulders stiff.
Like I was hanging on.
To the world.
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My legs were bent under me.
Knees pressed to the bed.
Thighs spread wide.
Skin sticky.
Breath wild.
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Back arched.
So high.
Spine curved.
Ass lifted.
Exposed.
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I couldn’t control it.
Couldn’t fix it.
Couldn’t straighten.
Couldn’t move.
I was stuck.
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Frozen.
Burning.
Breathing.
Alive.
Too alive.
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Then—
I felt it.
A hand.
His hand.
Coming from behind.
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Sliding under.
One palm.
Warm.
Firm.
Familiar.
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It came between my thighs.
From behind.
Right into the heat.
Between the mess.
Under the wetness.
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And then—
A finger.
His finger.
I felt it.
Right there.
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At the entrance.
Of my pussy.
Just resting.
Waiting.
Testing.
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Not pushing yet.
Just there.
Breathing with me.
Feeling me.
Hovering.
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I gasped.
Loud.
From nowhere.
From my throat.
“Ahhh—”
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The breath broke.
Halfway.
I hadn’t even known I was holding it.
Till it escaped.
Like a balloon.
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Then—
He pushed.
Slow.
Not hard.
Not rough.
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Just the tip.
First.
Just enough to open me.
Enough to slide in.
To enter.
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I moaned.
Loud.
Unfiltered.
Raw.
“Aaahhh—haaahh…”
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My hips jerked.
Slight.
Small reaction.
Uncontrolled.
Honest.
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That finger—
It went in more.
Deeper.
Smooth.
Like it belonged there.
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Warm inside me.
Inside that dripping space.
That aching spot.
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My pussy—
Tightened around it.
Welcomed it.
Clutched it.
And I moaned again.
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From my chest this time.
From my ribs.
From my middle.
“Hmmnnn… haaahhh…”
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My knees—
They widened.
To give more space.
To let him in.
To let me open.
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My elbows—
They bent.
Arms low.
Body sunk down.
Still face down.
Still ass high.
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The finger moved.
Again.
Deeper now.
All the way.
Inside.
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Slow strokes.
In.
Out.
Gliding.
Pushing.
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Then—
Another sensation.
New.
Hot.
Sharp.
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His other hand.
The second one.
It came around.
From the front.
From under.
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And it found—
My clit.
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Finger on it.
Touching.
Testing.
Circling.
Flicking.
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Tiny fast movements.
All on that one spot.
The burning one.
The one screaming.
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I cried out.
Loud.
Scared and needing.
“Ahhh—ahh—nnghh—stop—nooooo…”
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But I didn’t mean it.
Couldn’t mean it.
My pussy was pulsing.
Around his finger.
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And my clit—
Was alive.
Burning.
Tingling.
Sparking.
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He rubbed it.
Small circles.
Same time his finger—
Was sliding in and out.
Of me.
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And his tongue?
Now only on my asshole.
Focused.
Deliberate.
Owned.
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Suddenly—
It stopped.
Just like that.
No signal.
No pause.
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His mouth.
Gone.
His tongue.
Gone.
His lips.
Pulled back.
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From between my cheeks.
From that heat.
From that ache.
Just gone.
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I felt the change.
Immediately.
The moment it happened.
The shift.
The difference.
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That wet warmth—
Replaced.
By air.
Cool.
Open.
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Air on wet skin.
On pulsing skin.
On licked skin.
Too sudden.
Too cold.
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My breath caught.
One tight inhale.
Chest rising.
Pressing into the bed.
Crushing the sheet.
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Face still down.
Cheek on pillow.
Mouth open.
Still drooling.
Sticky thread from lip to cotton.
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But his hands—
They didn’t leave me.
Not both.
One stayed.
Low.
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Between my legs.
That hand.
Still rubbing.
Still circling.
Still teasing.
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My clit.
Still under his finger.
Still tingling.
Still twitching.
Every round stroke sent a jolt.
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The same rhythm.
Same pace.
Soft.
Slow.
Unchanged.
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But the other hand—
That one moved.
I felt it rising.
Upward.
Over my skin.
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Sliding softly.
Over one butt cheek.
Then across.
To the other side.
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Then—
It stopped.
Right above.
At the centre.
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Above my asshole.
Resting.
Still.
Heavy.
Breathing with me.
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My heart jumped.
One thud.
In my chest.
Hard.
Sharp.
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Because I knew.
I understood.
What that meant.
What that pressure was.
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That place—
It was sensitive.
Already wet.
Already tingling.
Still raw.
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From his tongue.
From earlier.
From heat.
From want.
But not ready.
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Not like that.
Not now.
Not with everything so loud.
So full.
So much.
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I tensed.
Just slightly.
Legs pulled in a bit.
Reflex.
Warning.
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“Prakash,” I said.
Soft.
Quiet.
But real.
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My voice—
It came cracked.
Rough.
Dry from moaning.
But clear.
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I was out of breath.
Still recovering.
But I said it.
Just that.
His name.
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No drama.
No shout.
No anger.
Just presence.
Just warning.
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He didn’t reply.
Didn’t say anything.
Didn’t stop either.
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That finger—
Still there.
Hovering.
Waiting.
Measuring.
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One second.
Two.
Then—
SPAT.
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Right on it.
On my asshole.
One wet spit.
Heavy.
Warm.
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It landed with a sound.
Soft slap.
Sticky splash.
Right on that skin.
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I flinched.
My whole body twitched.
Tiny recoil.
From the sound.
From the feel.
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He didn’t stop.
Used his finger.
Spread it.
Over the spot.
Lubricating.
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My heart—
Was faster now.
Louder.
I could feel it in my ears.
In my chest.
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I shut my eyes tight.
Tried to breathe.
Through nose.
Through mouth.
Didn’t help.
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Because I knew.
What was next.
I knew that feeling.
I knew what that pressure meant.
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Then—
I felt it.
That fingertip.
Return.
This time—
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Not to my clit.
Not to my pussy.
But right there.
Center.
Back.
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He pressed.
Just the tip.
Just resting.
Not pushing.
Yet.
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But I jumped.
Pulled forward an inch.
Spine straightened.
Breath caught.
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“No.”
That’s what I said.
Still not loud.
But firmer.
More breath.
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My arms moved.
Finally.
Both palms.
Flat on the bed.
Ready.
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I pushed.
My body.
Forward.
Slow but sure.
Clear.
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His hands stayed.
For a second.
Still holding.
Still open.
But—
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I straightened.
Dropped my hips.
Let my legs stretch.
Long.
Flat.
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My chest—
Already pressed to the bed.
Now—
My stomach.
My thighs.
My whole body.
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Flat.
Still.
Soft.
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Face turned to one side.
Cheek down.
Hair stuck.
Wet strands over my mouth.
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Breathing fast.
But calm.
But mine.
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His hands didn’t follow.
Didn’t chase.
They paused.
Held in air.
Then—
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They pulled back.
From my ass.
From my pussy.
From my body.
From everything.
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Silence.
Real silence.
Except breath.
Except heartbeat.
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Wetness still on my skin.
Spit.
Juice.
Heat.
Sticky lines on my thighs.
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But his hands—
Gone.
That spread feeling?
Gone too.
Closed now.
Mine again.
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I just lay there.
Still naked.
Still full.
Still pulsing.
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Face in the bed.
Legs stretched.
Back moving with each breath.
Rising.
Falling.
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Between my thighs—
Still wet.
Still open.
Still warm.
Still quiet.
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I closed my eyes.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
Just stayed.
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Letting that moment end.
On my terms.
Only mine.
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Few seconds passed.
Not many.
Just a handful.
But they felt long.
Very long.
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And in that time—
Nothing happened.
No breath.
No sound.
No touch.
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No movement behind me.
No warmth.
No hand.
No mouth.
Just stillness.
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And my body—
It didn’t move either.
Didn’t twitch.
Didn’t stretch.
Didn’t shift.
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I just lay there.
Face turned to the side.
Cheek on the pillow.
Mouth still half open.
Breath softer now.
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Naked.
Fully.
Completely.
Not covered.
Not hiding.
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But quiet.
Soft.
Breathing.
Still.
At peace.
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And somehow—
I liked it.
That moment.
That second of nothing.
It felt… good.
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That sudden quiet.
That stop.
That pause.
Like a line was drawn.
Like I had taken something back.
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That second of peace.
A single breath.
Mine.
Just mine.
Before the next thing.
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And then—
He moved.
Gently.
No rush.
No force.
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His hand came.
To my side.
Light touch.
Not grabbing.
Just resting.
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And he flipped me.
Rolled me.
One smooth motion.
Not sudden.
But sure.
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Onto my back.
From face-down to face-up.
My head followed.
My arms stayed loose.
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I didn’t resist.
Not at all.
Just let him.
Let myself turn.
Let the moment turn.
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My legs bent slightly.
Loosened.
Followed the movement.
I felt my thighs shift.
My knees open slightly.
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Now I was lying flat.
Facing up.
On my back.
Soft.
Bare.
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Eyes half open.
Not blinking much.
Just watching.
Just floating.
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He was looking down at me.
From above.
Still quiet.
Still unreadable.
But present.
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And he understood.
He got it.
Everything.
What I said.
What I didn’t say.
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That I didn’t want it there.
Not like that.
Not today.
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And he didn’t ask.
Didn’t push.
Didn’t test.
Didn’t speak.
Just stopped.
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He stepped back.
Half a step.
No words.
Then his hand—
It reached.
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To my wrist.
Fingers closed.
Soft grip.
Not pulling.
Just inviting.
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He gave a small tug.
Gentle.
Like asking.
Not dragging.
And I followed.
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He helped me sit up.
Slow.
One hand under my elbow.
Other still on my wrist.
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Then he helped me off the bed.
Guided me.
Off the edge.
To the floor.
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I stood.
Feet flat.
Slightly shaky.
Legs still wobbly.
Breath still shaky.
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But I was upright.
Fully.
Bare.
Facing him.
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He stood close.
So close.
His naked chest—
Right in front of me.
Warm.
Still.
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And then—
He kissed me.
No build-up.
No words.
Just lips.
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Mouth pressed onto mine.
Firm.
Straight.
Wet.
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Not like before.
Not hungry.
Not angry.
Just quiet.
Just full.
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Then he pulled back.
Slow.
Breathed.
Still watching me.
Still saying nothing.
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And then—
His hands came.
To my shoulders.
Both palms.
Warm.
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He pushed.
Gently.
No force.
Just guidance.
Down.
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I dropped.
To my knees.
Slow.
Soft.
Without resistance.
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My hair fell.
Over my shoulders.
Over my breasts.
Over my chest.
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I looked up.
Just slightly.
He was there.
Standing tall.
Right above me.
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Still no words.
Just presence.
Just waiting.
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His hands moved.
To his waist.
Touched his belt.
Held it.
Didn’t open.
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Just held it.
In front of me.
Still.
Like signal.
Like message.
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His other hand—
Hovered near his buckle.
Waiting.
For me.
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I looked.
At his hands.
Then at his face.
Then back down.
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I didn’t want to.
Not yet.
My fingers—
They hesitated.
Still.
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Then—
PAK.
One slap.
Side of my cheek.
Quick.
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Sharp.
Not full force.
But loud.
Real.
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Enough.
Enough to say: do it.
Now.
No waiting.
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I blinked.
Once.
Eyes wet.
Not from pain.
But that sting.
That push.
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That line crossed.
Again.
And I moved.
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Slow.
Fingers raised.
Touched the belt.
Unhooked the pin.
Felt the leather shift.
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Pulled it loose.
It slid out.
Dry sound.
Smooth.
Familiar.
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I opened the buckle.
One hand held it.
Other went to his pant button.
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Still breathing slow.
Still kneeling.
Still obeying.
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Even as my mind…
Was still catching up.
Trying.
Spinning.
But too late.
Too deep.
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Here I touched anything else—
Even before fingers moved fully—
I saw it.
Felt it.
Knew it.
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His cock.
It was there.
Standing.
Hard.
Fully.
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Inside the pants.
Pushing forward.
Against the cloth.
Firm.
Solid.
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The shape—
It was clear.
Pointed.
Pressed.
Alive.
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I stared.
And my throat—
It went dry.
Slightly.
Just a little.
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Like my breath paused.
Like the heat went down inside.
Settled at the base.
Thick.
Heavy.
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But I didn’t stop.
Didn’t look away.
Didn’t hesitate.
My hands—
They moved.
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Reached for the belt.
The leather was warm.
Tight.
Tucked inside itself.
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I touched the buckle first.
That tongue of leather—
It was inside the loop.
Firm.
Neat.
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I slid it out.
Slow.
One hand holding the front.
Other tugging the end.
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The metal made a small click.
Tiny sound.
But loud to me.
To my ears.
To my breath.
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I unthreaded it.
Pulled it down.
The belt dropped loose.
Hung on both sides.
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But the pant—
It didn’t fall.
Still up.
Still tight.
Still holding.
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There was a hook.
Tiny one.
Above the zipper.
Sitting flat.
Sitting strong.
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I pulled at it.
Pinched.
Tugged.
It didn’t move.
Not at all.
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I tried again.
Held the cloth under.
Gave a quick jerk.
Still stiff.
Still stuck.
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“Chee… what is this…”
I muttered.
Half under breath.
Still kneeling.
Still looking up.
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Then I heard him.
A breath.
Soft.
Steady.
Calm.
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I looked again—
And saw it.
A movement.
Small.
But there.
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He pulled his stomach in.
Just a bit.
A small tightening.
Subtle.
Quiet.
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And the pant shifted.
Just enough.
The button gave a pop.
Soft.
Click.
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I used the chance.
Slipped my thumb.
Behind the hook.
One quick pull.
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And it came loose.
Smooth.
Clean.
Effortless now.
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One second later—
I unzipped.
Zzzkk—
Dry sound.
Loud.
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That zipper sound—
It echoed.
In that room.
In that moment.
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I held both sides.
Of the waistband.
Pulled.
Gentle.
Then firm.
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The pant began to slide.
Down his thighs.
Slow.
Dropping.
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And inside—
It came forward.
His cock.
Pressed.
Still trapped.
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But pushing.
Straight.
Stiff.
Heavy.
Almost at my eye level.
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I didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Just looked.
Just took it in.
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His underwear—
It was tight.
Thick grey brief.
With one front hold.
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And from there—
That cock.
Was pushing.
Trying to come out.
Fighting the cloth.
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It looked like a tent.
Sharp shape.
Heavy curve.
Pointing up.
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I raised my eyebrows.
Without thinking.
Stared.
Hard.
Focused.
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That innerwear—
It was struggling.
One tiny opening in the front.
Trying to hold back that monster.
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I let out a breath.
Through my nose.
Quiet exhale.
Amused.
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Then I said it.
Low.
Dry.
Without thought.
“…This brief has more job than you.”
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He didn’t laugh.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t say anything.
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Only his jaw—
It tightened.
I saw it.
One second.
Then—
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PAK!
Another slap.
Hard.
On my other cheek.
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The sound—
Sharp.
Real.
It cut through the room.
Through my chest.
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My face jerked.
To the left.
Quick snap.
Stunned.
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I didn’t fall.
Didn’t cry.
But I gasped.
Sharp breath.
“Ahhh—”
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My eyes shut.
Tight.
Instant.
Breath caught.
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That side of my face—
Stung.
Fast.
Burned.
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Sharp heat.
Warm pain.
Spreading.
Flashing.
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I touched it.
With my left hand.
Slowly.
Still kneeling.
Still under him.
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His cock—
Now hanging right in front of me.
So close.
So waiting.
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My face?
Red.
Hot.
Throbbing.
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It hurt.
Yes.
But—
Not the way I expected.
Not rejection.
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There was something else.
Inside that pain.
Beneath the sting.
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A tingle.
In my belly.
In my chest.
Down below.
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Like my body—
Liked it.
Not just tolerated.
Enjoyed it.
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The heat travelled.
From cheek to chest.
To ribs.
To navel.
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I opened my eyes.
Again.
Slow.
My lips parted.
Breathing shallow.
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Still stinging.
Still burning.
But something inside me…
Liked how it felt.
Loved how it hurt.
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My cheek—
It was still red.
Still warm.
Still tingling from that last slap.
Like fire pressed into skin.
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It wasn’t fading.
Not yet.
It stayed.
That heat.
That hum.
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My breath—
It was slower now.
Heavy.
Drawn out.
Like wind through soft flame.
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Air moved in.
Then out.
Through my mouth.
Half open.
Dry lips.
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My knees—
Still on the floor.
Bent.
Soft skin against tile.
Silent.
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Toes curled.
Tucked under.
Like a child kneeling in prayer.
Still.
Small.
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My hands were loose.
Near my lap.
Not gripping.
Just resting.
Soft fingers.
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And his cock—
It was there.
Right there.
Still inside that brief.
Still standing.
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Still thick.
Still full.
Still waiting.
Like a command.
Without words.
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He looked down at me.
From above.
From height.
And I looked up.
Still quiet.
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No smile.
No frown.
Just stillness.
Then his voice—
Finally.
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“Remove it. Why are you waiting?”
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Rough voice.
Not loud.
Flat.
Straight.
Like order.
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I didn’t reply.
Didn’t argue.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t tease.
Not this time.
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I just moved.
Because that voice—
And that slap—
And that heat inside me—
They had all mixed.
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Everything had shifted.
Blended.
Changed me.
Softened me.
Owned me.
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I felt like I was already his.
I didn’t say it.
But I felt it.
All through my breath.
All through my body.
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I reached forward.
Hands light.
Touching his pants again.
They were loose.
Half fallen already.
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I pulled them down.
Lower.
Past his thighs.
Over his knees.
Slow fabric.
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They dropped to the floor.
Soft sound.
Quiet rustle.
His legs were bare.
Exposed.
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Brown.
Strong.
Lightly hairy.
Warm.
Real.
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I looked up once more.
At him.
At what was left.
Just that brief.
Tight.
Holding.
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Holding that cock inside.
Barely.
Like a snake trapped in cloth.
Alive.
Pressing.
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I brought my fingers up.
Soft.
Slow.
Touched the waistband.
Held it.
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Both sides.
Firm grip.
Then—
I tugged.
Down.
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Over his hips.
Bit by bit.
The cloth dragged.
Stretched.
Rubbed.
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Against his cock.
And it twitched.
I felt it.
Before I saw it.
Just that tiny jump.
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Then the head—
It pushed forward.
Out of the front hole.
Flushed.
Thick.
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Shining.
Wet light on the skin.
Then—
FLOP.
It came out.
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The whole cock.
Heavy.
Big.
Full.
Alive.
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Bounced up.
Straight.
Hard.
Like it had its own will.
Like it was angry.
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And it hit me.
Right there.
Bottom of my chin.
Solid slap.
“Mmhh—”
I let out a sound.
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Neck tilted back.
Slight.
My body absorbed it.
That weight.
That message.
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That cock.
Thick.
Dark.
Long.
Eight inches.
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Slapped my chin.
Not soft.
But not cruel.
Just… there.
Claiming space.
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Heavy.
Warm.
Still bouncing.
Still alive.
Still mine to face.
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I froze.
Still kneeling.
Still silent.
Eyes wide.
Breath shallow.
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My chest lifted.
Once.
With breath.
With feeling.
With need.
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That thing—
It wasn’t calm.
Not resting.
It was slapping.
Demanding.
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Not with hand.
With cock.
With power.
With message.
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It twitched again.
Jumped.
Then brushed—
The side of my mouth.
Soft swipe.
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Like it was choosing.
Where to land next.
Where to speak next.
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My lips—
Still open.
Still parted.
Still warm from breath.
Still stinging from slap.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now—
My face.
Getting beat again.
But not by hand.
By cock.
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And I didn’t move.
Not even one inch.
Not even to flinch.
I stayed.
Ready.
Waiting.
Wanting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The cock bounced again.
Softly.
Not angry.
Not hard-hitting.
Just that same heavy bounce.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That thick, flushed head—
It swung up once more.
And then… came back down.
Not on my lips.
Just below.
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It landed softly.
Right there.
Under my lower lip.
Pressed against my chin.
Heavy. Warm. Real.
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And with that touch—
With that soft weight—
Came a smell.
A smell that was sharp.
That was strong.
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Not a sweet smell.
Not like perfume.
Not like skin.
But something else.
Something bad.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Urine.
It smelled like that.
Exactly like that.
Like piss.
Fresh. Harsh. Dirty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It hit me straight.
Right in the nose.
No delay.
No warning.
No hiding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sweaty.
Sour.
Raw.
Deep.
Like it had stayed there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like that part hadn’t been washed.
In two days.
Maybe more.
The smell was thick.
Strong like smoke.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My face changed.
Just slightly.
My lips stayed shut.
But my nostrils flared.
I couldn’t stop that.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That first breath—
It entered me.
Went all the way up.
And made my eyes blink.
One quick flutter.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My shoulders reacted.
Pulled back.
Just an inch.
Reflex.
No thinking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t say anything.
Not out loud.
But my body said.
Said something.
By that one inch back.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
They pressed together.
Tight.
Like holding back breath.
Like sealing the taste out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was still kneeling.
Still down there.
Still facing it.
Still looking.
Still under him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock—
It was out.
Fully out.
Free.
Alive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Twitching.
Like breath.
Like animal.
Veins showing.
Thick and wet and full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But that smell…
It stayed.
Didn’t fade.
Didn’t soften.
Didn’t let me forget.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And yet—
Inside me…
Something.
Shifted.
Changed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That shame feeling.
That tight feeling.
The one that hides.
That one.
It woke up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Strange heat.
Inside my chest.
Inside my thighs.
Low down.
Quiet but real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t like it.
No.
Not the smell.
Not the touch.
Not the dirt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But I wasn’t stopping.
Not yet.
Not fully.
And that…
That made it worse.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked again.
Eyes wet.
Neck stiff.
Head full.
Chest tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pulled back a little.
Small move.
Inch of space.
Not escape.
Just space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As I moved—
That cock brushed.
Down my neck.
Left a trail.
Of heat. Of smell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
His hand.
I felt it.
On my head.
Back side.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Grabbed my hair.
Tight grip.
Not gentle.
Not pulling yet.
But firm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like warning.
Like hold.
Like signal.
Without voice.
Without need.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Prakash—wait—”
I said it.
Soft voice.
Almost whisper.
Trembling.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But he didn’t wait.
He already tugged.
Not hard.
But enough.
To move me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My head went forward.
A little.
Toward it.
Toward the heat.
Toward the smell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I turned.
Neck tilted.
To the side.
To avoid.
To resist. Quietly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips parted.
Only half.
One breath.
Out.
Soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Stop…” I said.
One word.
One line.
From deep inside.
From my chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock—
It touched.
Right at my mouth.
Rested.
Hot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I kept lips shut.
Tight shut.
But it was there.
Touching.
Pressing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I opened eyes fully.
Wide.
Clear.
Looked up.
At him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“It’s too big,”
I said.
Real voice.
Real breath.
Real fear.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One sentence.
One truth.
“I can’t.”
I told him.
Not joking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Breathing hard.
Nose full of smell.
Mouth full of heat.
Head full of worry.
Still kneeling.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I can’t take it in my mouth,”
I added.
Soft voice.
Trying.
Holding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t reply.
Not to that.
Didn’t say sorry.
Didn’t ask.
Just looked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He said one thing.
“You can, madam.”
Just that.
With straight voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like joke.
Like order.
Both together.
And that word—
“Madam.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He brought it back.
Like slap.
In a smile.
And it hurt.
A different hurt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked up.
Eyes half-wet.
Lips half-open.
Heart too full.
Neck too tired.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hand tugged again.
Lower.
My face went closer.
The cock now…
On my lip.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still hot.
Still smelling.
Still waiting.
Still pressing.
Still wrong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I turned my face.
Again.
Neck moved.
Lips moved.
Breath cracked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Not like this…”
I said it.
Broken.
Low.
Real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I spoke again.
Sharper this time.
“At least go and wash.”
My voice—
Half-plea. Half-command.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I raised one hand.
Touched his thigh.
Soft.
Not push.
Just asking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I’ll wait,”
I said.
Voice soft.
Quiet.
Tired.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Honest.
Real.
Still breathing.
Still smelling.
Still kneeling.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t go.
Didn’t wash.
Didn’t move.
Just stood.
Still holding my hair.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then he said—
“No.”
Flat word.
No rise.
No fall.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Final.
Quiet.
Cold.
Still real.
Still there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock—
Still at my lips.
Still smelling.
Still pressing.
Still waiting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And me?
Still on my knees.
Still breathing.
Still thinking.
Still torn between disgust…
And heat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pushed me.
Not hard.
Not fast.
But with weight.
With full body.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That smell—
Oh god.
That thick, sharp, rotting smell.
It hit my nose again.
Full force.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not like before.
Not a hint.
Not in the air.
Now it was direct.
Right at my face.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Filthy.
Humid.
Like wet heat.
Like something old.
Something used.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like rubber and salt.
Like socks after rain.
Like cloth not dried properly.
And underneath that—
A body smell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It touched my lips.
That thing.
That cock.
With all that smell.
And I said no.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No.
Inside my head.
No.
Again.
But quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t want to open.
I didn’t.
I held my breath.
Tight.
Like balloon.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tightened my lips.
Clenched them.
Made them small.
Made them shut.
Like wall.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I shook my head.
Just a little.
Little tremble.
Saying no.
Saying please no.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But my lips—
They betrayed me.
They opened.
Not big.
Not wide.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just enough.
One breath.
One soft gap.
And that was enough.
It slipped in.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t even know.
I wasn’t thinking.
It just happened.
My mouth—
It opened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then—
The taste.
It came.
Right there.
On my tongue.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Salty.
So salty.
More than sea.
More than sweat.
Like poison sweat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It burned.
Burned my tongue.
Like metal.
Like rust.
Like old tap water.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like something stale.
Something sour.
Not food.
Not body.
Something worse.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My head jerked.
Back.
Just slightly.
Reflex.
Like animal.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I almost gagged.
It rose.
Inside me.
That gag.
Throat tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhkk—”
It came out.
From my mouth.
From deep inside.
Sound of shock.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But his hand—
It didn’t let me go.
Didn’t loosen.
Didn’t let me pull back.
Just stayed there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He pushed again.
Forward.
Just one inch.
Then two.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thick.
Dry.
Warm.
It entered me.
Fully.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My eyes widened.
Big.
Round.
I couldn’t believe.
It was happening.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat squeezed.
Tightened.
Reflex again.
But too late.
It was inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Inside.
My mouth.
My jaw.
My breath.
Everything full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mmhhh—!”
That noise.
That small whimper.
It came from me.
Soft and weak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips stretched.
Too wide.
Too fast.
Pain came.
At the sides.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My jaw hurt.
Already.
Just holding it.
Just trying.
To stay there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The taste—
It grew stronger.
Like rust.
Like salt.
Like warm skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My tongue curled.
Back.
Tried to run.
Tried to hide.
But there was no space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The base—
It reached.
Pressed on my lips.
Thick.
Still pushing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still going in.
More.
Not stopping.
And me—
Not stopping either.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhhhkk—no—wait—”
I tried.
Tried to say.
Tried to breathe.
But it was inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Half my throat.
Full of it.
Thick shape.
Too big.
Too dry.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tears came.
In my eyes.
Fast.
Without asking.
Like pain tears.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried to breathe.
Through my nose.
Desperate.
Panicked.
But—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That smell.
Worse now.
Hot.
Sweaty.
So male.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Filled my head.
My brain.
My chest.
My whole mind.
Flooded.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like a hundred days of summer.
Stuck.
Inside my nose.
No escape.
No mercy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His skin—
Smelled like guardroom.
Like sweat soaked into shirt.
No fan.
No breeze.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked.
Hard.
Dizzy.
My throat pulsed.
I was choking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But not stopping.
Why?
Why wasn’t I stopping?
Why wasn’t I pushing him?
Why was I…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I shifted.
On my knees.
To adjust.
To find breath.
And I felt it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wetness.
Between my thighs.
Real.
Silent.
Thick.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not dripping.
But there.
Sitting.
Waiting.
Present.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No.
No.
No.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this.
Not now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not here.
Not during this.
Not while gagging.
Not while hurting.
But…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was still inside.
Still deep.
Still pushing.
Still there.
Still real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t speak.
Not one word.
Not even breath.
Just his hand.
On my head.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Holding.
Not rough.
But firm.
Like grip.
Like border.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fingers in my hair.
At the roots.
Still.
Waiting.
Pressing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn’t look.
Not up.
Not around.
Just stayed.
Still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked again.
Eyes full.
Then—
I pulled back.
Just a little.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Half inch.
A gasp.
My lips free.
Saliva dropped.
Down my chin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That taste—
Still there.
Still burning.
Still sitting.
Still raw.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My chest rose.
One big breath.
Trying to recover.
Trying to breathe.
But—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Before I could—
He pushed.
Again.
Back in.
Same speed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Two inches.
Same depth.
Same gag.
Same “uhkk—!”
Same helpless sound.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I slapped.
His thigh.
Weak.
Not full.
Not to stop.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just reflex.
Just my body.
Telling him.
Something.
Anything.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But I didn’t stop him.
Not really.
I didn’t pull him out.
I didn’t run.
I stayed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My jaw—
Still open.
Still wide.
Still aching.
Still obeying.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was there.
In my mouth.
Full.
Alive.
Claiming space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I wanted to say something.
Anything.
But nothing came.
Just a whimper.
Soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mhhh…”
That sound.
All I could give.
All I had.
Mouth full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His other hand—
It came.
Touched my neck.
Side of it.
Held me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not kind.
Not cruel.
Just holding.
Just present.
Just there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He stood there.
While his cock—
Sat inside my mouth.
Like it belonged.
Like it lived there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
What was I doing?
Why was I letting this happen?
I didn’t know.
I didn’t understand.
But I felt it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I moved my thighs again.
Soft.
Slow.
Secret.
Checked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
God.
Still wet.
Still warm.
Still aroused.
Still real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Even now.
Even like this.
While gagging.
While crying.
Still wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pushed again.
One more time.
Small.
Same depth.
Two inches.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat closed.
Again.
Reflex.
Same sound.
“Uhhk—”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fingers—
Dug into his thighs.
Tight.
But not to pull.
Not to run.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stayed there.
Still.
Still kneeling.
Still choking.
Still obeying.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That taste—
Still in my mouth.
Thick.
Filthy.
Heavy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My eyes burned.
My lips stretched.
My body trembled.
And my body…
My body was wet.
Soaking wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried to pull back.
My body moved.
My shoulders leaned.
Even a little.
Just to get space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just an inch.
Half-inch also.
Anything.
Any gap.
To breathe.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But he didn’t let me.
His hand stayed.
Firm.
Heavy.
Strong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
On the back of my head.
Fingers tangled in hair.
No pulling.
No hurting.
Just… not letting go.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not rough.
Not violent.
Just unyielding.
Like stone.
Like wall.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I brought my hands forward.
Palms open.
Fingers shaking.
I placed them—
On his thighs.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pushed.
Slow first.
Then harder.
Trying to push myself back.
Away.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But it was useless.
Like trying to move tree.
Like pushing a pillar.
Solid.
Unmoving.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mmghh—!”
That sound came from me.
A struggle.
A groan.
Throat half-blocked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That thick head of him—
Still inside my mouth.
Still hot.
Still full.
Still filling me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He started moving.
First slowly.
Then rhythm came.
One movement.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not fast.
Not thrusting.
Just a slow glide.
Back.
Then forward.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pulled out—
Only a little.
Maybe one inch.
Then pushed again.
Same pace.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And again.
And again.
Like rocking.
Like tide.
Slow and steady.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not deep.
Not rough.
But sure.
Unstoppable.
Soft but strong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Each time—
My jaw stretched.
Wider.
Bit more.
Pain growing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
They burned.
The corners pulled.
Like tearing.
Dry skin aching.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhhhhn—”
Another noise.
From my chest.
From inside.
Helpless.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That gag—
It teased.
Back of my throat.
In and out.
Like wave hitting shore.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Every movement—
It tapped something.
Too deep.
Too raw.
Too tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And that smell—
Worse now.
God.
That same thick smell.
It filled me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Old sweat.
Dried piss.
Sour heat.
Cotton left in sun.
Pressed against skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It came back.
Every breath.
Inside my nose.
Like poison air.
Sharp and sticky.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My nostrils flared.
Tried to filter.
Tried to manage.
But it made it worse.
So much worse.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I could smell it—
The line.
Where his underwear pressed.
All day.
Trapped heat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That deep male skin.
Sharp.
Sour.
Hot.
Alive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The back of my neck tingled.
But not nice.
Not pleasure.
But shame.
But sting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still kneeling.
Still gagging.
Still holding his thighs.
Like handles.
Like ropes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still wet.
Still.
Even now.
Even this way.
Still wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Why?
Why was I wet?
Why was my body…
Still reacting?
Still giving?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried again.
One more time.
This time pushed harder.
Palms against thigh.
Shoulder twisting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body leaned.
Back.
Like escape.
Like breaking free.
Almost.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Almost free.
One inch more.
Just about.
Then he moved.
Different now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He stopped.
Pulled out halfway.
Sudden.
My mouth empty.
My lips open.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I coughed.
Gasped.
Breath came in.
Big and sharp.
Air tasted dirty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
Soaked.
Drool dripping.
Sticky trail on chin.
Wet mouth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And in that second—
That breath—
I thought maybe…
Maybe it was over.
Maybe he was done.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked up.
Wide-eyed.
Mouth open.
Cheeks red.
Tears shining.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Please…”
I tried to say.
But no word came.
Only air.
Only croak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But his eyes—
Didn’t soften.
Not even blink.
Just fixed.
Still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And in his face—
I saw it.
I knew it.
He wasn’t going to stop.
Not now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That look.
Quiet.
Fixed.
Heavy.
Not angry.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Something else.
More dangerous.
More certain.
Like stone.
Like decision.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was going to continue.
I saw it.
Felt it.
Understood it.
Because—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I had started it.
I had opened my mouth.
Let him in.
Provoked him.
Dared.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And now—
I was facing it.
Facing what I had asked for.
Even without knowing.
Even without wanting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My stomach dropped.
Like falling.
Like something broke.
Down inside.
Heavy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shame.
It came.
Not regret.
Not fear.
Just helplessness.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hot.
Heavy.
Like iron.
Inside chest.
On skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fingers trembled.
Still on his thighs.
Still clinging.
Still pleading.
Weak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried again.
One last pull.
One twist.
My body leaned back.
One inch.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hand—
It tightened.
Quick.
Before I could turn—
Before I could move—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thapp!
The sound came first.
Then the heat.
Slap.
Right across my cheek.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not full force.
But enough.
To sting.
To stop.
To shock.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I froze.
Eyes wide.
Still.
Silent.
Breath stuck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Heat spread.
Across my cheek.
Like paint.
Like fire.
Red.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth—
It opened.
Not thinking.
Just reaction.
“Ahh—”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And that—
That was all he needed.
One gap.
One second.
He pushed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Harder.
Deeper.
One motion.
Fast.
Full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
It filled my mouth again.
And more.
More than before.
More than I thought.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Four inches.
I felt it.
I counted it.
I lived it.
Inside me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It hit deep.
Roof of my mouth.
Scratched it.
Thick.
Hot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My tongue flattened.
Underneath.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to breathe.
Just hold.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat jumped.
Panic.
Tightness.
Reflex.
Gag.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“UUHHHK—!”
I jerked.
Forward.
Then froze.
No escape.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tears ran down.
Both cheeks.
Steady.
Warm.
Shameful.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
Stretched wide.
So wide.
They throbbed.
They begged.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My chin—
Dripped.
Wet from drool.
From breath.
From him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His skin—
Hot in my mouth.
Alive.
Pulsing.
Claiming me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Too big.
Too deep.
But still inside.
Still whole.
Still him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And his hand—
Still there.
On my head.
Firm.
Holding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not shaking.
Not jerking.
Just still.
Just there.
Just owning.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I stayed.
On my knees.
On the floor.
With that heavy, thick dick buried four inches deep inside my choking, soaking mouth.
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He didn’t say a word.
Not even one.
Not even a whisper.
No breath sound.
No grunt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He just moved.
Like breath.
Like wave.
Smooth.
Certain.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Slow.
So slow.
He pulled back.
Soft sound.
Then forward again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Again slow.
Same beat.
Same glide.
Not rush.
Not force.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Back.
And forward.
One rhythm.
One tempo.
One body.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My head—
It rocked.
Not because he pushed.
Not pulled.
Just… rhythm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like my body…
Was syncing.
To his motion.
Without asking.
Without thinking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth—
It was losing the fight.
Slowly.
Quietly.
Without drama.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My jaw…
Stopped resisting.
It didn’t fight.
Didn’t clench.
Just opened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hung open.
Too tired now.
Muscles soft.
Like cloth.
Just… accepting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I could feel it.
The stretch.
Still there.
But not new.
Not shocking anymore.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still wide.
Still sore.
Still full.
But not tearing.
Not panicking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
They had gone numb.
From stretching so wide.
From holding him.
Too long.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The corners—
They burned.
That raw feeling.
Like skin split.
Like paper cut.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And the drool—
Oh god.
It was dripping now.
Not drops.
Not soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Long strands.
Stretchy.
Sticky.
From my chin to neck.
Pulled like thread.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It soaked—
The front of my blouse.
My chest.
My throat.
That cloth stuck to me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Every time—
He pulled out a bit.
More drool came.
With him.
Clinging.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sticky.
Hanging.
Like syrup.
Like spider web.
Wet and shiny.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I wasn’t swallowing.
Not anymore.
Not even trying.
There was no time.
Only movement.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Push.
Pause.
Pull.
Pause.
Push again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Every deep stroke—
Brought the gag.
Not loud.
Not violent.
Just dull.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Helpless choking.
From my throat.
Soft.
Regular.
Surrendered.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Ghhk—uhhn—ghk—”
That sound.
From me.
Every time.
Like habit.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But he understood.
Somehow.
Without talking.
Without asking.
He knew.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Because every time—
The gag hit hard,
He pulled back.
Just a little.
Just enough.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like his cock—
Knew.
Where to stop.
When to stop.
When to wait.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As if—
It had done this before.
Trained.
Experienced.
Certain.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like my mouth—
Was a sheath.
For him.
Learning its shape.
Learning how to hold.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat…
God.
It felt used.
Touched again and again.
Pressed and rubbed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Each movement—
Scratched the roof of my mouth.
Rubbed my tongue.
Nudged the back.
Hit the wall.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That edge.
Where I couldn’t take more.
He danced on it.
Didn’t cross.
Just tested.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fucking my face—
Like music.
One-two.
One-two.
Slow drumbeat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hypnotic.
Mindless.
Automatic.
And me—
Just there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Drooling.
Like a broken tap.
Steady line.
From lips to neck.
To chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My whole chin—
Soaked.
Slippery.
Shiny.
Raw.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Even my nose—
Was starting to run.
Thin drip.
Joining the wet mess.
No control.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still gagging.
Still choking.
But not stopping.
Not pulling back.
Not fighting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t know why.
Truly.
Didn’t understand.
But it was happening.
Like surrender.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body…
Had given in.
Some part of me.
Had accepted.
Without voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Moved in and out.
Wet.
Hot.
Salty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Rubbed my tongue.
Pressed my roof.
Claimed space.
Took shape.
Stayed there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That gag—
Now background.
Softer.
Like distant drum.
Not screaming.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My hands—
Still holding his thighs.
Fingers curled.
Nails light.
No grip.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then suddenly—
He let go.
Of my head.
Just for a second.
I blinked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He took my right hand.
Firm grip.
Not rough.
Not loose.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pulled it.
Forward.
Then down.
I followed.
Still confused.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I felt it.
Hair.
Curly.
Dense.
Wet with sweat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His balls.
My palm touched.
The skin.
Rough.
Soft beneath.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Warm.
Swinging.
Alive.
Heavy.
Like small animal.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pressed my hand there.
Firmly.
Not forcing.
Just placing.
Like saying: hold this.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t move.
Didn’t ask.
Just looked up.
Eyes glossy.
Throat twitching.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Still in my mouth.
Still moving.
Still filling.
Still there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I gripped.
Stupidly.
Awkward.
Like I didn’t know how.
Like mistake.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They shifted.
Inside my hand.
Heavy.
Real.
Furry fruit.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And his cock…
It didn’t stop.
It kept moving.
In and out.
In and out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like it belonged there.
Fully.
Claimed.
Fitted.
And my mouth…
Was starting to shape around it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was fucking my mouth.
No doubt now.
No maybe.
No confusion.
He was doing it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fucking.
Not teasing.
Not nudging.
Not pressing.
But fucking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That rhythm—
It returned.
Same as before.
But different now.
Faster.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The slow back-and-forth—
It changed.
Became something else.
Steady.
Relentless.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Pump.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No stop.
No wait.
No ask.
Just drive.
Just rhythm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My head—
It rocked with it.
Loose.
Like doll.
Like toy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
Flapping wetly.
Around his shaft.
Stretched.
Slippery.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I—
I was making sounds.
Me.
From my mouth.
From my throat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not words.
Not cries.
Just noises.
Wet.
Helpless.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mhhkk—ghk—mhhh—uhhn—”
Each one—
Fell out.
From inside.
Trapped.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Trapped under him.
Under his thick length.
Each sound bouncing.
Off my tongue.
Out through lips.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And the spit—
God.
There was so much.
Too much.
Endless.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thick.
Stringy.
Ropes of it.
Clinging to his shaft.
Pulling from my lips.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Some of it—
Hung.
Between us.
Like thread.
Like glue.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth—
To his cock.
A bridge.
Made of spit.
Made of need.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And in that spit—
Something new.
Something different.
Warm.
Strange.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Pre-cum.
I could taste it.
Sudden.
Bitter.
Soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like plastic.
Like warm salt.
Like something not clean.
But not dirty either.
Just… there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t flinch.
Not even blink.
No protest.
My mouth…
Accepted it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That sharp urine stink—
From earlier.
It was fading.
Gone now.
Almost.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Maybe my nose—
Had adjusted.
Or maybe—
His pre-cum washed it out.
Changed it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now—
Only musk.
Male.
Warm.
Like locker.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not unpleasant.
Just strong.
Just heady.
Just there.
On my skin. In my mouth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I—
I was still holding his balls.
No.
Not just holding.
Playing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
When did that start?
I didn’t know.
Couldn’t remember.
Just happened.
Like breath.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fingers—
Moving without thought.
Curling around.
Squeezing gently.
Feeling him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They swung—
With every thrust.
Loose.
Heavy.
Real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And me—
Petting them.
Thumb circling.
Fingertips brushing hair.
Palm pressing soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like I knew how.
Like I’d done this before.
I hadn’t.
But my hand…
It remembered.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Same rhythm.
Same tempo.
Same strokes.
My hand and his cock.
Moving together.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And my mouth—
It had opened more.
Wider now.
No force.
Just surrender.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn’t take him fully.
Still too big.
Still too thick.
Still too much.
Still trying.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Each thrust—
Left one inch outside.
The base.
Veined.
Slick with spit.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shiny.
Hard.
Waiting.
Beating with pulse.
Right at my lips.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But he didn’t slow.
Not one bit.
He went faster.
Firmer.
Deeper.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My head—
Jerked with each one.
Back and forth.
Like toy.
No control.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His skin—
Slapped my lips.
Again and again.
Sticky sounds.
Sharp pressure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat—
Fluttered.
Tightened.
Jumped.
Held.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The wet sounds—
Louder now.
Worse.
Obscene.
Unstoppable.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Ghhkk—uhhk—slrk—mmhh—”
Over and over.
No breaks.
No pause.
Just noise.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Drool—
Ran freely now.
Down my chin.
Over my throat.
Dripped between my breasts.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn’t breathe fully.
Didn’t try.
Didn’t care.
Mouth too full.
Too stretched.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth—
Had given up.
It wasn’t mine.
Just a hole now.
His.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A home for his cock.
Jaw aching.
Lips stinging.
Nose dripping.
Neck stiff.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But my fingers—
Still played with his balls.
Gently.
Regular.
Like I owned them.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Rolling.
Squeezing.
Petting.
Slow circles.
Like second nature.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As if—
This was my job.
My role.
My ritual.
Mine.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And my mind—
Blank.
No thought.
No plan.
Just rhythm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Only cock.
And spit.
And skin.
And pulse.
And movement.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
Suddenly—
He pulled out.
All of it.
One sharp move.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That thick shaft—
Slid out.
Fast.
Wet.
Loud.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Plup.”
That sound.
Sloppy.
Smacking.
Like kiss.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I gasped.
Mouth still open.
Breath caught.
Throat sore.
Lips parted.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Chin soaked.
Face red.
Eyes wet.
And hands—
Still there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still cupping his balls.
Still holding him.
Like nothing had happened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The moment he pulled out—
I felt something.
Not relief.
Not freedom.
But emptiness.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Empty.
Not only in my mouth.
Not only on my tongue.
But inside.
In my chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In my head.
Like something unplugged.
Disconnected.
Removed.
Quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Air rushed in.
Fast.
Cold.
Strange.
Like winter breath.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I coughed.
Once.
Then again.
Jaw snapped shut.
On its own.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But it trembled.
Like shivering.
The corners of my lips—
They felt raw.
Pulled. Tired.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat—
It throbbed.
Like pipe had been forced in.
Stretched.
Then removed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked.
Once.
Then again.
My eyes wet.
My mind blank.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Spit—
Ran down my chin.
Big drops.
Fat.
Sticky.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Soaking into my blouse.
Right at the top.
Near the buttons.
Dark patch.
Wet cotton.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My knees—
Still on the floor.
Still bent.
Still frozen.
Numb.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My hands—
Still on him.
Still touching.
His balls.
Loose and wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He looked at me.
Not smiling.
Not frowning.
Just… looking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Expressionless.
Nothing in his face.
No smirk.
No pride.
No victory.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just calm.
Like shadow.
Still.
Dark.
Present.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then—
He stood.
Slow.
No word.
No help.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No kiss.
No touch.
No gesture.
Nothing.
Just standing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He adjusted himself.
Casually.
As if fixing a belt.
As if wiping his face.
Normal.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
For one second—
I stared up.
From below.
My knees still down.
My mouth still half open.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
Swollen.
Sticky.
Shiny with spit.
Slightly open.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He looked down.
At himself.
At his cock.
Wet.
Red near the ridge.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Coated in spit.
My spit.
Our spit.
From my mouth.
Still glistening.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He looked away.
No word.
No kiss.
Nothing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That part—
It hit something.
Inside me.
Not pain.
Not rejection.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just space.
A strange space.
Empty.
Open.
Quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My hands—
Dropped.
Slow.
From his body.
To my lap.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He unbuttoned his shirt.
Now.
One by one.
Slow fingers.
Like routine.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Casual.
No rush.
No tension.
Like at home.
Like comfort.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like it was his room.
Not mine.
Not shared.
Only his.
Only for him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He dropped the shirt.
Then vest.
Then pants.
Then underwear.
Everything.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
All on the floor.
One pile.
Soft cloth.
Empty shell.
Gone.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And me—
Still kneeling.
Still silent.
Still wet-faced.
Still warm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He walked over.
Naked.
Without shame.
Without pause.
Without mask.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thick legs.
Dark with hair.
Feet firm.
Steps slow.
Close.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Belly soft.
But full.
Chest open.
Cock hanging.
Still wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He sat.
On the bed.
Our bed.
Just like that.
No ask.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Right in the middle.
Legs wide.
Balls resting down.
Between his thighs.
Like they belonged there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked again.
Still down.
Still floor.
Still stuck.
Still spinning.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
What was I doing?
What was this?
What was happening?
No answer.
Just breath.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He reached.
Grabbed my wrist.
Simple hold.
Not tight.
Just sure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pulled.
Gently.
Forward.
Up.
Inviting.
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I stood.
Slow.
Legs wobbled.
Unsteady.
Still dazed.
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No words.
From him.
From me.
Only breath.
Only silence.
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Breathing hard.
But quiet.
Face hot.
Chest tight.
Skin buzzing.
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He pulled me closer.
Still holding my wrist.
Then leaned back.
On the bed.
One slow motion.
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Flat.
Back on sheet.
Like resting.
Like relaxing.
After long day.
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And me—
He pulled me too.
Right on top.
I stumbled.
Fell a little.
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Knees landed.
On the bed.
Either side of his hips.
Now I was—
Straddling him.
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Me fully clothed.
He, fully nude.
My skirt loose.
His cock softening.
But warm.
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My thighs—
Touched his stomach.
Light.
Warm.
Firm.
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My breasts—
Just above his chest.
Breath rising.
And falling.
Like tide.
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His cock—
Touched my inner thigh.
Still wet.
From my mouth.
Sticky heat.
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I felt it.
Breathless.
Was he going to—
Fuck me?
Was this it?
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Done with my mouth.
Now ready for more?
For next part?
I didn’t know.
My body asked.
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But he didn’t move.
Not like that.
Didn’t thrust.
Didn’t pull.
Didn’t open buttons.
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He slid down.
Back against bedsheet.
Head to pillow.
Hips flat.
Eyes calm.
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And he pulled me.
With him.
Not rough.
But straight.
Smooth shift.
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Now I was lower.
My hips moved.
Back.
To balance.
To hold position.
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And I felt it.
Suddenly.
His knees.
Under my thighs.
Supporting me.
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He had moved me.
Not over his cock.
Not between legs.
But back.
Lower.
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My ass—
Now resting just above his knees.
Skirt bunched.
Thighs exposed.
Breath quick.
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Then his hands came.
Both.
Upward.
To my shoulders.
Firm.
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And he pushed.
Not body.
Not waist.
But head.
My head.
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Down.
Slowly.
Guiding.
Not force.
But final.
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No struggle.
No option.
Just path.
One line.
One command.
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I froze.
Just for one second.
Paused.
Because I knew.
Already knew.
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Where he was sending me.
What he wanted.
Where this was going.
My mouth had taken him.
Now he wanted more.
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He pushed again.
Gently.
But sure.
And I obeyed.
No protest.
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My head lowered.
Neck bending.
Hair falling.
Face moving down.
Over his stomach.
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Past his belly.
Past his navel.
Breath hot on skin.
Eyes half closed.
Breath slower.
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And then…
Right to his balls.
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He removed his hand from my head.
Just like that.
No grip now.
No fingers.
No weight.
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Just air.
Just nothing.
Like a thread snapped.
Like leash untied.
Like he trusted.
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Trusted I’d stay.
Trusted I’d do.
Trusted I’d finish.
Not with words.
But with stillness.
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He didn’t move.
Didn’t pull.
Didn’t guide.
Just waited.
Just breathed.
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And me—
I didn’t move either.
Not right away.
Not fast.
Not with want.
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Just stayed.
Right there.
Face hanging.
Just above his crotch.
So close.
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My breath—
It brushed.
Softly.
Across his skin.
Across those balls.
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They were right there.
Hanging.
Loose.
Heavy.
Still damp.
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I looked at them.
Just looked.
One second.
Two.
Three.
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Half-shaven.
Half-wild.
Hair stuck to sweat.
Curly tufts.
Skin dark.
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Darker than before.
Maybe from spit.
Maybe from blood.
Maybe from shadow.
I didn’t know.
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They moved.
Just a little.
Every breath he took—
They twitched.
Soft sway.
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The skin—
So strange.
Wrinkled.
But soft.
Like dried fruit.
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But heavier.
Fleshier.
More alive.
Not dry.
Not dead.
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I swallowed.
Once.
Hard.
Throat sore.
Still sore.
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Then my tongue came out.
Slow.
Unsure.
Like it was learning.
Like it wasn’t mine.
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My hand—
It moved too.
Without thought.
Reached.
Found him.
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His cock.
Still warm.
Still damp.
Still thick.
Still real.
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I wrapped my fingers around.
Held.
Felt it settle.
Heavier than before.
Like it knew my palm.
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My thumb—
It rubbed.
Gently.
Just under.
Near the base.
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Slick already.
From spit.
From before.
Still wet.
Still pulsing.
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Then I leaned.
Head down.
Face close.
Lips parted.
Tongue forward.
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And touched.
Just touched.
With the tip.
One ball.
One stroke.
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The taste—
It hit.
Fast.
Strong.
Familiar now.
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That smell.
That same smell.
From before.
Sour.
Male.
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Like briefs.
Like old clothes.
Like sweat.
And maybe…
A little piss.
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But I didn’t stop.
Didn’t recoil.
Didn’t blink.
My head stayed.
My tongue moved.
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Maybe I was used to it.
Maybe my brain…
Had shifted.
Maybe I didn’t care.
Not anymore.
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I licked again.
Slower.
Longer.
From base to fold.
Savoring.
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Salty.
Musky.
Real.
Like skin.
Alive skin.
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His thighs—
They jerked.
One twitch.
Then still.
Then breath.
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I didn’t stop.
Swirled now.
Circles.
Little ones.
Between them.
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Where the skin folded.
Where they met.
That seam.
That soft crease.
I licked there.
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He was silent.
Still.
But I felt him.
His chest.
Rising slower.
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Like melting.
Like surrender.
Like trust.
Not loud.
But full.
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My hand—
It gripped.
Tighter now.
His shaft—
It grew.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thicker.
Heavier.
Hardening again.
With each lick.
With each second.
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I bent lower.
Mouth open.
One ball.
I sucked it.
Gently.
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It filled me.
Not like his cock.
Different.
Soft.
But full.
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Slippery.
Warm.
Skin folding.
My tongue underneath.
Holding.
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Then I let go.
And took the other.
Same way.
Same suck.
Same pull.
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His crotch—
It was soaked.
From my mouth.
From drool.
From breath.
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Wet sounds.
Sticky.
Thin trails.
From lips to skin.
To crease.
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Then I moved.
Mouth up.
Tongue out.
From base to top.
One long drag.
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Over veins.
Over shaft.
Over ridge.
Up to tip.
There it was.
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Pre-cum.
A drop.
Clear.
Sticky.
Waiting.
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I didn’t think.
Just moved.
Lips wrapped.
Mouth opened.
I began.
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My second one.
A blowjob.
Slow.
Focused.
Careful.
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He slid in.
Not all.
Still big.
Still hard.
But smoother.
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My hand stayed.
At the base.
Guiding.
Helping.
Holding.
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My lips moved.
Better now.
My tongue—
It knew.
Where to press.
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I sucked.
I licked.
I pulled.
I gave.
And he—
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He lay there.
Still.
Flat.
Naked.
Quiet.
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Eyes closed.
One arm up.
The other near me.
Not touching.
Just resting.
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He wasn’t watching.
Wasn’t moving.
Wasn’t helping.
Just letting me.
Just receiving.
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Like it was normal.
Like it was mine to do.
Like I belonged there.
Mouth full.
Heart quiet.
I kept going.
Just like that.
My lips—
They stayed on him.
My hand—
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It kept moving.
Together.
With my mouth.
With my breath.
No thought now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just rhythm.
Slow.
Steady.
Even.
Like habit.
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In.
Out.
Suck.
Glide.
Hold.
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My tongue curled.
Under the shaft.
Each time.
A little scoop.
A little press.
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My lips—
They held him.
Not tight.
Not loose.
Just enough.
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Spit covered everything.
My mouth.
My chin.
The base of his cock.
The sheet beneath us.
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It was wet now.
So wet.
Sticky threads.
Glossy sheen.
Sloppy sounds.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I—
I didn’t care.
Not even a little.
My jaw ached.
But I didn’t stop.
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He tasted—
Like salt.
Like skin.
Like heat.
And something deeper.
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Something leftover.
From earlier.
From me.
From us.
Mixed.
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Then suddenly—
It changed.
His hand came down.
Fast.
Firm.
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Right on my head.
The back.
One palm.
Heavy.
Not angry.
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Not guiding.
Not pressing in.
Not controlling.
Just—
Stopping.
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A pause.
A halt.
A message.
And I froze.
Mid-suck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Still inside.
Halfway.
Still warm.
Still slick.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fingers—
Still gripping.
Still holding the base.
Steady.
Waiting.
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Then he pulled me.
Upward.
Not rough.
Not sudden.
Just… upward.
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Like lifting something.
Something soft.
From the ground.
He picked me.
From his cock.
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I followed.
Mouth wet.
Nose blocked.
Eyes blinking.
Face flushed.
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I moved up.
Across him.
Chest.
Stomach.
Belly.
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Then—
He kissed me.
Finally.
Without waiting.
Without pause.
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His lips—
They landed.
On mine.
Wet.
Heavy.
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No gentleness.
No question.
Just kiss.
Full.
Claiming.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His tongue—
It entered.
Fast.
Certain.
Hungry.
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He tasted me.
And him.
Mixed together.
On my lips.
In my mouth.
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There was no shame.
No flinch.
No grimace.
Just more.
More kiss.
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Hot breath.
Wet lips.
Soft noses brushing.
His hand—
It found my waist.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Held me there.
Then—
A shift.
One movement.
One turn.
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He flipped me.
Like page.
Like cloth.
Onto my back.
Flat.
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I gasped.
One sound.
Soft.
Breathless.
Surprised.
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The bed caught me.
Sheets wrinkled.
Skirt bunched.
Hair stuck.
Face warm.
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He didn’t stop.
Not even wait.
Hands came.
Strong.
Heavy.
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Under my knees.
Gripping.
Pushing.
Opening.
Wide.
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Wider than I would.
Wider than I could.
My legs—
They trembled.
Shocked.
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The air touched me.
Cool.
Wet.
Right there.
Between.
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My panties—
Soaked.
Like glue.
Clinging.
Melting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He grabbed them.
No gentleness.
No slow.
Just tug.
Snap.
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Elastic pulled.
Snapped.
Then down.
To my knees.
Left hanging.
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I didn’t speak.
Couldn’t.
My heart—
It thundered.
Too loud.
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In my ears.
In my throat.
My whole body—
Buzzing.
Still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He moved.
Sat between my legs.
Firm.
Ready.
Cock in hand.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hard now.
Wet.
Red.
Shiny.
Aimed.
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He looked.
Down.
At me.
At my centre.
Then pressed.
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I gasped.
One sharp sound.
Mouth open.
Head back.
“Ahhh—”
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The tip—
It touched me.
Hot.
Alive.
Real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My folds parted.
From the heat.
From the pressure.
And he—
He pushed.
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Just one inch.
But it burned.
Not sharp.
But deep.
Stretching.
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Like opening.
A part of me.
That was shut.
For too long.
Now waking.
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He pushed more.
My hips jerked.
My back arched.
His hands—
They held me down.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No delay.
No ask.
Just push.
Inch by inch.
Heavier.
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My walls fought.
Tight.
Clenching.
But losing.
Slowly.
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“Unghh…”
That sound—
It escaped.
From me.
From deep.
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It hurt.
Yes.
It stretched.
Yes.
But—
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God—
I needed it.
That ache.
That press.
That weight.
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Even if it tore.
Even if I wept.
Even if it marked me.
I needed him.
Inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock.
That thickness.
That pain.
That pressure.
That fill.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He entered me.
Truly.
Finally.
No stopping.
No pause.
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Slow.
Deliberate.
So slow.
Not harsh.
Not sudden.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just one…
Long…
Push.
Heavy.
Full.
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I felt it.
Every inch.
Every line.
As he spread me.
Wider.
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My lips parted.
No sound.
Just breath.
Through my nose.
Sharp.
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He was inside.
Truly inside.
Not just touching.
Not just pressing.
But in.
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The first inch—
It felt like a punch.
Like a fist.
Thick.
Intruding.
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Then the second.
Deeper.
Hotter.
Heavier.
Like a stretch.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then the third.
My walls—
They fluttered.
Squeezed.
Tried to adjust.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was heat.
Real heat.
Not just friction.
But pressure.
Weight.
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His cock—
I already knew.
It was thick.
But inside—
It felt bigger.
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Too big.
Too deep.
Like it was making space.
Carving room.
Inside me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Space that wasn’t there.
He pulled back.
Slow.
Wet.
A soft squelch.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I gasped.
Not loud.
Just air.
Pulled in.
From shock.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then he pushed.
Again.
Same way.
Same weight.
Same press.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Push.
Pull.
Push.
Pull.
The rhythm started.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Slow strokes.
Measured.
Steady.
Like he was learning me.
From inside.
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My hips shifted.
Automatically.
They rose.
They tilted.
They gave in.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My pussy—
It changed.
Softened.
Opened more.
Welcomed him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Juice leaked out.
Warm.
Thin.
Not gushing.
Just streaming.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Soaking the sheet.
Under my ass.
Under my thighs.
His rhythm deepened.
Push.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Pull.
Push.
More push.
My walls—
They clung.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tighter now.
Not resisting.
Needing.
My body…
It wanted.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Each stroke—
More welcome.
More right.
More deep.
He slid.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Veins.
I felt them.
Real.
Ridges.
Thick.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Along the sides.
Like ropes.
Brushing inside.
Every push.
Every pull.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not painful.
Not hard.
Just… textured.
Raw.
Intense.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Pleasure—
Not smooth.
But ribbed.
Alive.
Gripping me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I clenched.
All of me.
A twitch.
A flutter.
A gasp.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then—
He went deeper.
All the way.
One push.
Fully inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth opened.
Shock.
Full shock.
My belly—
Tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I could feel him.
Everywhere.
Entrance.
Deep inside.
Higher.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Near my stomach.
So deep.
So thick.
He filled me.
Completely.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
Faster.
Suddenly.
No warning.
He moved.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thrusting.
Hard.
Steady.
Again.
And again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The bed—
It rocked.
Creaked.
Under us.
With us.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Flesh.
On flesh.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No gentleness.
No tease.
Just fuck.
Real.
Raw.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sticky sounds.
Wet rhythm.
His weight—
It hovered.
Over me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not crushing.
But there.
His stomach—
It brushed mine.
His hairs—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tickled my thighs.
My smooth skin.
His breath—
On my cheek.
Hot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fast.
Sharp.
Real.
His mouth moved.
To my neck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He kissed.
Not sweet.
Not hard.
Just present.
Wet lips.
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On my throat.
Gliding.
Sucking.
Tongue sometimes.
Skin to skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And still—
Still thrusting.
Fast now.
Too fast.
My body—
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It couldn’t match.
My hips twitched.
Tried to move.
To meet.
To follow.
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But he was faster.
Harder.
I just took it.
Arms loose.
Eyes shut.
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Gasps.
From my mouth.
Moans.
Through teeth.
Breath cut.
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His hands—
One grabbed my hip.
Held me steady.
The other—
Found my breast.
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Full grab.
Firm.
Not playful.
Not gentle.
Just… his.
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Fingers around.
Thumb brushing.
My nipple—
Still covered.
Still sensitive.
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He didn’t lift the top.
Didn’t need to.
He pressed.
Hard enough.
Through cloth.
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My breast bounced.
With every thrust.
Every slap.
Jiggling under him.
Under his palm.
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He was enjoying it.
Fully.
Completely.
Owning the moment.
And me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fucking me.
Like the bed was his.
Like the room was his.
Like my body—
Was his too.
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And it was.
Right then.
Right there.
It all was.
Ours.
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He didn’t stop.
Not even a little.
Not for breath.
Not for balance.
Not for me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Same rhythm.
Same speed.
Same weight.
Fast.
Heavy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just full-bodied fucking.
Ten minutes.
Straight.
No words.
Just movement.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hips—
They slammed into me.
Again.
Again.
Again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Flesh hitting flesh.
Over and over.
Loud.
Wet.
Unstoppable.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
That sound—
It filled the room.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like wet cloth.
Slapping stone.
Laundry on rocks.
Loud.
Clear.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The bed—
It groaned.
Sharp metal creaks.
Under us.
Beneath every thrust.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My breasts—
They bounced.
In my blouse.
Pressed against his chest.
Sweating.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Jiggling.
Trapped.
Hot.
Moving with him.
Rubbed every time.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then—
I felt it.
Something shifting.
In my body.
In my stomach.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A build-up.
Real.
Raw.
No slow tease.
Just rise.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A pressure.
Climbing.
Inside me.
No soft warning.
Just sudden.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My back arched.
Toes curled.
My thighs shook.
Fingers clawed the sheet.
Tearing it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I held on.
Breath caught.
Heart wild.
I was right there.
So close.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was coming.
A wave.
Huge.
Inside me.
Building.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And he—
Somehow—
He knew.
He felt it.
In my legs.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In my thighs.
Tensing.
He responded.
Not with words.
With fucking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
Full body.
Cock driving.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He slammed in.
Like he belonged.
Inside me.
Like he was made for it.
Claimed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I opened my mouth.
And the sound—
It came out.
Loud.
Helpless.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“AAAhhh—”
My moan.
Not girlish.
Not gentle.
Guttural.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It ripped through my throat.
Out of me.
Another thrust.
Another cry.
“Aaaaahh—nggh—ahhh—!”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shameless.
Loud.
Echoing.
I didn’t recognise it.
My own voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Oh god—
Could someone hear?
Could it travel?
Through the door?
Into the hall?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They’d hear.
They’d know.
Someone was fucking me.
Right now.
Right here.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And it wasn’t love.
It wasn’t romance.
It was raw.
Bare.
Hard.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was Prakash.
Security.
Fucking me.
Like a bull.
Unstoppable.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sweat dripped.
From him.
Onto my chest.
Hot beads.
Sliding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Thick.
Hot.
Full of veins.
Still pulsing inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I—
I was moaning.
Louder.
Freer.
Because—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was about to cum.
Truly.
Fully.
It was rising.
Right now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No control.
No shame.
Just rush.
Legs shaking.
Eyes fluttering.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fingers twisted.
Into claws.
Sheet tight.
Moans broken.
Whimpering.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then it hit.
No waiting.
No warning.
A flood.
From inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My pussy clenched.
Like a fist.
Tight.
Squeezing him.
Sucking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The orgasm—
It exploded.
In my stomach.
My spine.
My scalp.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
All over me.
Through me.
I screamed.
Not just moaned.
Screamed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“AAAHHH—aaaaaahh—noooooo—aaaaahhh!”
It filled the room.
My house.
Maybe outside.
I didn’t care.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And he—
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow.
He kept fucking.
Through it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Kept going.
In and out.
Ripping through my orgasm.
Dragging it longer.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I twisted.
I gasped.
My voice cracked.
I felt faint.
Still moaning.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Ahhh—nghh—stop—stop—enough—!”
I said it.
I begged.
Words choked.
From pleasure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Enough… please…”
But he didn’t.
He kept going.
One more minute.
Then two.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Full speed.
No mercy.
No pause.
Just thrusts.
Just heat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My pussy—
Still twitching.
Still clenching.
Leaking.
Sore.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Overstimulated.
But he fucked through it.
Riding it.
Owning it.
And then—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His grip tightened.
Thighs locked.
One last thrust.
Hard.
Deep.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
Heat.
Inside.
A sudden rush.
Thick.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hot.
Wet.
Filling me.
So deep.
Everywhere.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He came.
Fully.
No condom.
No hesitation.
Just release.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Raw.
Messy.
Flooding me.
Inside.
Buried.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Inside my pussy.
Still twitching.
Still soaked.
Still his.
Still mine.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
It was still inside.
Still thick.
Still hot.
Still there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fully released.
But not gone.
Still buried.
Still lodged.
Like a plug.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I could feel it.
The shape.
The length.
The weight of it.
Changing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Softening.
Slowly.
Losing its edge.
But still full.
Still filling me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And his cum—
God.
It was inside.
Heavy.
Hot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
So much.
More than I expected.
More than I could hold.
Already leaking.
Already seeping.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Around him.
Around his cock.
Sliding deeper.
Pooling somewhere.
Deep inside me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He collapsed.
Without warning.
Without words.
Just dropped.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Straight down.
Full body.
On top of me.
Heavy.
Wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No gentleness.
No caress.
No pose.
Just weight.
Like a sack.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A sack of bricks.
Slamming down.
Flat.
Unapologetic.
Real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhhh…”
It came out of me.
Not from pain.
From breath.
Being pushed out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His chest hit mine.
Boobs flattened.
Pressed sideways.
Squeezed.
Sweating.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cheek—
It pressed my face.
Skin to skin.
Stubbled.
Sticky.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His thigh slid between mine.
His stomach touched mine.
So warm.
So damp.
Sweat sticking to my blouse.
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I blinked.
Staring up.
Ceiling above.
Still.
My chest rising in pulses.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn’t move.
Truly.
My arms were loose.
My legs still parted.
My whole body—stilled.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Each breath I tried—
His chest pressed back.
Kept me down.
Held me.
Softly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My arms were pinned.
Not tight.
But not free.
Under his weight.
Caught.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth—
Still open.
Not for words.
Just for air.
Panting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t say anything.
Not even breath.
Just loud exhale.
From his nose.
From his throat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Still inside.
Still twitching.
One tiny pulse.
Then still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then finally—
He moved.
A roll.
Shifted sideways.
Off me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
It slid out.
Fast.
Slippery.
“Plup.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That sound again.
That wet pop.
And my body flinched.
Naturally.
From the sudden exit.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Warm cum—
Spilled out.
Right after.
Onto the bed.
Onto the sheet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t move.
Just lay there.
Arms loose.
Legs sticky.
Blouse rumpled.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He opened his hand.
Wide.
Palm flat.
Right near his head.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked.
Looking at it.
Not knowing.
Just waiting.
Breathing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then slowly…
I turned.
Turned my head.
And rested it.
Right there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
On his hand.
On that palm.
Soft.
Warm.
Rough at the edges.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But familiar.
Now.
Known.
Safe.
Almost.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My cheek pressed it.
My face turned.
Toward his chest.
His breath.
His skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And we lay like that.
Still.
Facing each other.
Not touching more.
Just eyes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Breathing.
Together.
Silent.
Soft.
Stunned.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked.
At him.
He looked.
At me.
And something…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Something flickered.
In my chest.
Not love.
Not hate.
Not shame.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just something.
Soft.
Still.
Human.
Raw.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stayed.
Panting.
Leaking.
Sore.
Open.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He looked into my eyes.
Long.
Without blinking.
Until—
Something changed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His face twitched.
A blink.
A jaw shift.
Breath held.
Like a thought struck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I saw it.
Clearly.
In his whole body.
A stiffness.
Like remembering.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Where he was.
Who he was.
Who I was.
Then—
He sat up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fast.
No stretch.
No breath.
Just motion.
Up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And stood.
Beside the bed.
Naked.
Still sweating.
Still dripping.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Soft now.
Hanging.
Wet.
Glistening.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t look at it.
He looked at me.
Then—
He spoke.
One word.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Madam.”
A whisper.
A title.
Not lover.
Not equal.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like a servant.
Like before.
Like nothing happened.
I blinked.
Still lying there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Cum still dripping.
Face turned.
Eyes on him.
He called me Madam?
Now?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
After all this?
I looked.
Directly.
My eyes narrowed.
Just slightly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
What now?
Like that.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked again.
Once.
Then twice.
My lashes stuck a little.
Still damp.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still flat.
On the bed.
On the wet bedsheet.
My back soaking it in.
My skin sticky against the cloth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My breath—
It hadn’t slowed.
Still fast.
Not panicked.
Just tired.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My thighs—
Sticky.
From outside.
From between.
Everything stuck together.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The sheet under me—
Wet.
Damp in patches.
From what?
I didn’t even want to list it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sweat.
Spit.
Cum.
More.
All soaked in.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And he—
Prakash.
Still standing.
Right there.
Next to the bed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Naked.
Completely.
His skin glistening.
Chest shiny.
Still breathing hard.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was looking down.
At me.
Silent.
Expression unreadable.
Just looking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I said it.
One sentence.
Soft.
No edge.
Just tired.
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“What now, Prakash?”
I didn’t raise my voice.
Didn’t add drama.
Just spoke.
Flat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He blinked.
Once.
Then looked away.
His lips moved.
Tongue wetting them.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then he bent.
Slightly.
Hands together.
In front.
Like a collegeboy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Sorry, madam…”
His voice.
So small now.
So soft.
Almost unsure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As if—
Nothing had happened.
As if—
He hadn’t just…
Done all that.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As if his cock—
Hadn’t just destroyed my insides.
Twenty minutes.
No protection.
No pause.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now his voice—
Was like a whisper.
A child explaining.
After being caught.
Not a man who just…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He kept speaking.
“Because… you said it that time, madam.”
His words stammered.
“Show me guts.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stared.
Blank.
No frown.
No lift of eyebrow.
Just… staring.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still lying down.
Leg bent halfway.
One boob slipping out of my blouse.
Hair stuck to my cheek.
Like nethili fish.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t look at my face.
Not even at my chest.
He looked lower.
Eyes somewhere near my feet.
Guilty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You kept saying it,” he said.
“Again and again.”
“I couldn’t control myself.”
“Sorry… if I overboarded again.”
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Overboarded?
My mind repeated the word.
Overboarded?
Really?
Now?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This man—
He had thrown me down.
Ripped half my saree.
Left scratches on my back.
Fucked my mouth till I drooled.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Came inside me.
Without asking.
Without care.
And now—
He was standing like student caught cheating in exam.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This same man.
Who was grinding into me.
Like a damn road roller.
Five minutes ago.
Now bowing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t move.
Didn’t sit up.
Just lay there.
Sprawled.
Like thrown laundry.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth twitched.
Not a smile.
Not a smirk.
Just that thing—
That tired twitch.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
When the brain—
Gives up.
When humour comes in sideways.
Because nothing else fits.
That twitch.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This man.
He acted like full man.
Grunting.
Dominating.
Holding me down.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tearing my clothes.
Scratches still stung.
I had—
Licked his balls.
Sucked his cock.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Taken his full load.
Inside me.
Every drop.
Every twitch.
Everything.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And now—
He was saying I provoked him.
“You provoked me.”
Like I caused it.
Like I asked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Technically—
Yes.
I said it.
Show me guts.
But…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was a joke.
A line.
Flirting.
Playful.
Nothing real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Who knew—
His guts were twelve inches long.
Curved.
Like cobra.
And just as deadly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I kept staring.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t speak.
Just breathed.
Shallow.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat—
Dry.
Scratchy.
Chest still rising.
Still tired.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t know what to feel.
Not anger.
Not laughter.
Not affection.
Nothing clear.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I didn’t know what to reply.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was still there.
Still standing.
Still naked.
Still silent.
Still… Prakash.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That thick silence—
It hadn’t moved.
It stayed.
All around us.
Pressed on my skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Only the fan above.
Turning slowly.
A creak in every spin.
Even that—
Sounded wrong now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like the air didn’t know what to do.
Like the ceiling didn’t want to watch.
Like the room had changed.
And me—
I was breathing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Trying.
Not relaxed.
Not sleepy.
Not aroused.
Just… breathing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I wasn’t lying soft.
I wasn’t floating.
I wasn’t dreamy.
I was just…
Still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Everything open.
Everything exposed.
Everything used.
My thighs—
Still sticky.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Between my legs—
Still damp.
Still sore.
Still parted slightly.
Still his scent.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth—
Still tasted him.
Not kiss.
Not sweetness.
Just skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My neck—
Red.
Where his lips had rubbed.
Where his stubble had burned.
Where it stung.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The pillow behind me—
Half fallen.
Twisted.
The edge of my saree—
Hanging off the bed like dead skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The sheet—
Damp.
Wrinkled.
Warm in some places.
Cold in others.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And the smell—
Spit.
Sweat.
Sex.
Heavy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Dirty.
Unfiltered.
Real.
Clinging to the room.
To me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked at him.
That cock—
Soft now.
But still heavy.
Still hanging.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still stained.
With me.
With sweat.
With spit.
Still not innocent.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And him—
He wasn’t speaking.
Not a word.
Just standing.
Like a statue.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Nude.
Still.
Head slightly tilted down.
Like waiting.
For scolding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But no words came.
Not from my mouth.
Not first.
Only my hand moved.
Up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Covered my breast.
Slowly.
Without thought.
Then I sat.
Halfway.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body stiff.
But I sat.
And then it came.
The voice.
Low.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Flat.
From deep inside me.
“Okay now…”
I said it.
He looked.
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My lips—
Trembling.
But I spoke again.
“You said this no…”
I swallowed once.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You provoked… you challenged…”
He didn’t reply.
“I accepted…”
My voice cracked.
Just once.
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I cleared my throat.
Soft.
“I let you.”
Then my eyes—
Looked again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Harder now.
“But…”
Our eyes locked.
No blinking.
No shifting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I told you to stop.”
His face—
It twitched.
Slightly.
I saw it.
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“I told you…”
I shook my head.
Once.
Clear.
“Before you pulled my saree.”
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His mouth opened.
A little.
But no words.
Nothing came out.
Just air.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Before you ripped that pleat from petticoat…”
I said it slowly.
“You heard.”
Still nothing.
No denial.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I said it again.”
My throat tightened.
Tears touched the corner of my eyes.
I blinked.
Hard.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Didn’t let them fall.
“When you pulled my blouse…”
I paused.
“I said it.”
My chest was tight now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You tore it anyway.”
He stepped.
Just slightly forward.
I flinched.
Instantly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He froze.
Like a statue again.
I closed my legs.
Quick.
Tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Crossed them.
Pulled my arms in.
Covered myself.
Chest wrapped in elbows.
Breath held.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“And my panty.”
I said it.
Sharp now.
That word.
Like slap.
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“That too…”
I looked down.
Then back at him.
“You went like animal.”
No apology on his face.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I wasn’t shouting.
But my breath—
Was rough.
“You made red marks…”
I touched my thigh.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Winced.
Still sore.
“You… didn’t stop.”
The words—
Cracked now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I told you…”
I laughed.
Once.
Dry.
No smile.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I told you before you slapped me.”
His eyes—
They shifted.
Left, right.
Couldn’t stay still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You slapped again.”
Then again.
“Then again.”
I was shivering.
Not cold.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“But I said stop.”
I whispered.
Still no reply.
No defence.
Just that same silence.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“And even after that…”
I looked straight.
Right into him.
“Before you pushed that dirty cock in my mouth…”
I stopped.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shook my head.
Eyes burning now.
“I said stop.”
Nothing.
Still nothing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He tried.
His lips moved.
I raised my hand.
Quick.
“No.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Breath caught.
“You didn’t listen.”
I said it again.
“You didn’t listen.”
My voice broke.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pushed the blanket.
Aside.
Started to get up.
Legs shaking.
Body stiff.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t look at him.
Not again.
Just asked it.
Once.
Low.
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“Now what?”
He opened his mouth.
I cut him.
“You’re acting like good obedient servant now?”
My voice cracked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I scoffed.
Almost a spit.
Stood up halfway.
Neck stiff.
Back aching.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You doing revenge ah?”
Still no answer.
Just silence.
I looked again.
Eyes full red.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You tell me.”
I was getting up.
From the bed.
But inside—
I was not even standing yet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was standing now.
Truly standing.
My feet — they touched the cold floor.
Bare. Damp. Sticky.
The tiles felt rough and wet beneath my soles.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
There was a patch of something.
Right near my left heel.
Warm. Slippery.
I knew what it was.
I didn’t flinch.
Between my thighs — still sticky.
Still wet.
Still sore.
My inner legs touched and didn’t want to.
They clung slightly. Peeled apart with movement.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My knees —
They were not straight.
A slight bend was there.
Natural. From the strain.
From the weight of what just happened.
My chest —
It was rising.
Too fast.
Like my body was still trying to catch up.
Like the air hadn’t filled properly yet.
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And he?
Prakash?
He was still there.
Still nude.
Still close.
Not a sound.
Not a move.
Not even blinking now.
His eyes open — but lost.
Like someone pressed pause inside his brain.
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His body was not stiff.
But his silence — it was.
Tight. Stubborn. Frozen.
That same blank stupid face.
Like nothing existed.
Like he didn’t know what world he’s standing in.
Like he was trying to remember what just happened.
Like he was pretending not to.
I watched him.
Every second.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I moved.
One step.
Then another.
Slow.
Deliberate.
I walked toward him.
With purpose.
With heat in my chest.
And breath in my fists.
I didn’t stop.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now we were close.
Face to face.
My eyes — they reached his chin.
My breath — it fell right there.
Right on that little dip beneath his lip.
His chest —
It was inches from mine.
Still damp.
Still warm.
Still marked with sweat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And his cock?
It was soft now.
But still there.
Still thick.
Still dangerous.
Hanging between us.
Not rising.
But not innocent.
Just waiting.
Like it knew I saw it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tilted my head.
Slight.
Soft.
But sharp.
My eyes — they were full.
Red from before.
Red from breath.
Red from anger.
Red from knowing.
My lips shook.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not a smile.
Not softness.
Just that tremble.
That comes from everything being full.
Too full.
And I said it.
That one question.
Low.
Sharp.
Right in his face.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It didn’t come from my mouth.
It came from my throat.
From the heat inside.
From the place that still throbbed.
From the place that just took him in.
“From how many days…”
I asked it.
He blinked.
Once.
Didn’t reply.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I leaned in.
Just a bit.
Closer.
My breath touched his upper lip now.
Warm. Wet.
“How many days da…”
I said it softer.
Not begging.
Not pleading.
Just unblinking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He looked at my shoulder.
Not my eyes.
Wouldn’t meet them.
Couldn’t.
I didn’t look away.
I stared straight.
Right through him.
Right into that thick silence.
And I said it again.
“You wanted me to do this to you?”
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No movement.
No voice.
Just stillness.
Just guilt hanging.
Between skin and air.
“You were waiting for this no?”
I whispered.
Still nothing.
“You wanted revenge.”
My voice dropped even lower.
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“That day I tore your briefs…”
I said it with weight.
He flinched.
A slight twitch.
Tiny. But I saw it.
“You still holding that ah?”
No reply.
Just his mouth — closed.
Pressed together.
Like a child hiding teeth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“For that one underwear…”
I breathed.
Then let out one dry laugh.
No smile.
No fun.
“You reacted like this?”
I shook my head.
Soft.
Tired.
But steady.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still no answer.
Not even a flick of eye.
“Still no words ah?”
I whispered.
Low and cutting.
I moved even closer.
My breast brushed his chest now.
Bare.
Soft.
Stuck slightly with sweat.
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“You also counted no? My every slap?”
His eyes closed once.
Slow.
As if remembering.
As if collecting.
“Left cheek. Right cheek.”
I said slowly.
Evenly.
“On your cock also.”
No reply.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You kept all record.”
I nodded.
Once.
“You thought today you’ll give it back?”
No sound.
I stepped in.
Now my forehead was nearly touching his.
Close.
Too close.
Skin to skin without touching.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“You thought today you’ll teach lesson?”
His lips parted slightly.
No sound came.
Just breath.
Just fog.
He licked his lip.
A small twitch.
I watched him fully.
Then I lifted my hand.
High.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I slapped him.
One tight slap.
THAPP.
Straight across his cheek.
Loud.
His head jerked.
Not much.
Just enough.
He didn’t lift his hand.
Didn’t stop me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just took it.
Like he earned it.
His face turned slightly.
A red patch bloomed.
Bright.
I stared at that mark.
It pulsed slowly.
My fingers still tingled.
From the heat.
From the strike.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I moved again.
Closer.
Even closer.
My mouth reached his ear.
My breath reached his hair.
I leaned in.
Slow.
My voice —
Even slower.
“But you know what…”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He turned.
Eyes sideways.
Looking at me.
Still confused.
Still stunned.
Still guilty.
I didn’t wait.
Didn’t let him speak.
Didn’t let him guess.
I whispered.
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“I liked this.”
His brow pulled.
Just slightly.
A soft question inside it.
But no words.
I let one corner of my lip rise.
A smile.
Not full.
Just crooked.
“I liked this roughness…”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t move.
But I saw it.
His throat — it bobbed.
Once.
Swallowed something.
I moved down.
Head lower.
And kissed his chin.
Soft. Wet.
Just under his lip.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
On that rough patch.
Where stubble poked.
Where my skin had scratched before.
I pressed my mouth there.
Gently.
Then I moved my arms.
Lifted them around him.
Wrapped.
Around his waist.
Pulled.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My whole body leaned.
Into his.
Pressed.
My breasts flattened into his chest.
My nipples pushed soft against him.
My hips — they found his stomach.
Sticky skin on sticky skin.
My cheek — it rested on his shoulder.
Breath deep now.
My arms squeezed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I hugged him.
Long.
Tight.
Still.
Without words.
His hands didn’t move.
Still frozen.
Still in shock.
Still statue.
Still stunned.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But his chest —
I could feel it.
The thudding.
That dumb heavy heart.
Beating too loud.
I closed my eyes.
Not to sleep.
Not to cry.
Just to feel.
Just to sink.
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And inside.
Not from mouth.
Not from lips.
Only inside my chest.
I said it.
Soft.
Private.
Silent.
But real.
But I want another round.
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✨ Author’s Note – Season 1 Finale ✨
And that’s where we’ll close the curtains on Language of Her Heart – Season One.
This season has been a long and intimate journey through Pavitra’s world—her desires, her vulnerabilities, her quiet rebellions, and the awakening of emotions and needs she had never dared to acknowledge before. From the first spark that shook her marriage, to the unexpected connections she’s begun to form—with Raj, with Prakash, with Arjun, and even the gentle bond with Anusha—Pavitra’s life has shifted in ways she never imagined.
Every chapter was about peeling back the layers of her heart and mind, watching her transform from a silent wife into a woman slowly finding her voice, her choices, and her hidden language of love and lust.
This finale update is the biggest one I’ve given yet, and it feels like the right place to pause the story for now. Whether Season Two will pick up these tangled threads, or whether I’ll dive into an entirely new story next, I haven’t yet decided. But I promise—when we return, it will be even deeper, more daring, and more unforgettable.
To every reader who has followed Pavitra’s journey this far—thank you. Your time, your curiosity, and your support mean the world to me. This is only the end of a season, not the end of her story.
Until then, may her whispers stay alive in your imagination. ?
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✨ Season 1 Finale Update ✨
So… who all are waiting for Season 2? ?
I know a few of you have already asked me when the next part of Language of Her Heart is coming, and trust me—I’m just as excited to continue Pavitra’s journey.
But for now, Season 1 has officially wrapped up. I’m taking a little time to plot out what happens next—whether we jump straight into Season 2 or if I share a short new story first. Either way, the wait will be worth it.
Thank you to everyone who’s been reading and following along. This was the biggest update I’ve ever given, and I hope you enjoyed the Season 1 finale as much as I enjoyed writing it. The story isn’t over yet—it’s only getting started.
And let me just say this—Pavitra may have already crossed lines in Season 1… but in Season 2, she’ll go further than she ever thought possible, and nothing in her life will be the same again. ?
— Yazhini
