A/N -> Kids, close your eyes, this is not your chapter 🙈

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Simran

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"Scream my name, Jaan..."

The coldness of the mirror tingled my breasts. My erect nipples ached with pleasure, longed for something, and I didn't know what.

Perhaps they wanted to be covered with my husband's mouth over them, just like they were a few minutes ago. I couldn't help but moan as the image of a few minutes ago flashed in front of me, where my breasts were out of the clutches of my blouse, coated in my husband's saliva as he kept devouring them one by one.

I was uncovered from above, but my saree was still stuck at my waist. His fingers were clutching the pleats tighter as he tried pulling them out, trying to open the last shred of knot keeping me covered.

"You aren't letting me go now, right?" I asked with vulnerability brewing in me.

"Never."

His response came with conviction and determination.

"I didn't hold you to let go," he said and diminished whatever gap we had by pressing himself hard on me. His arousal touched my butt cheeks. I gasped in shock, feeling that hardness.

Though I was still covered at the bottom, the saree seemed too flimsy to stop me from feeling naked.

"Kiaan..." His name, instead of rageful, came out as a moan.

"Yes...my life...only me."

"Someone will see us..." I mumbled, eyeing the door.

"There is no one at home."

I didn't know where everyone was. I trusted him to be sure he must have sent everyone away, just so he could have alone time with me. And I wouldn't have wanted it in any other way.

But wait! The staff...

"But the staff..."

I voiced in panic while he kept pulling the pleats of my saree out desperately.

"I will kill them if anyone even steps a foot on this floor, and then I will make you mine... completely, irrevocably mine while I will fuck you on the blood of those traitors."

Fuck! Why did it sound like something I would enjoy?

I didn't get scared with his threat...instead, my core dripped and pulsated more as he mentioned what he would do to me in the blood of traitors.

"I know you want it too...that you want my dick buried in you after I kill our enemies," he grunted as he bit my earlobe and then sucked it.

He let the pleats of my saree fall completely now, and loosened the knots of my underskirt. The underskirt, along with the saree, pooled at my feet while I could only watch him watch me in our reflection.

I didn't dare to look down when he cupped my soaked panties...I didn't dare to look away when he hooked his fingers in it and pushed it down my legs.

I stood entirely naked now, nothing hiding me from his gaze anymore.

He grabbed one of my thighs and tried pulling it apart, and then he rasped, "Wider..."

My body reacted to its command, and he had finally spread my legs wider. He ran his knuckles over my thigh up and down, and then up...it went above slowly...yet with eagerness. His hand stopped at the conjunction where my thighs ended...my pubic area started.

I whimpered, still pressed to the cold mirror.

My body was burning with all the sensations...my nipples were in pleasurable pain because of being plastered to the cold mirror, and my core...they wailed like a needy woman ... .like me...because I was needy too.

"You are dripping, baby...you are so wet for me." 

He had touched the conjunction where my neediness had already streamed.

He then made some distance between me and the mirror.

"Baby...look at us..." I heard him as he ran his index finger up and down my folds. I gasped for breath as I dipped my nails in his arms.

"don't....stop...don't...stop"

My words died down as he cupped my pooled wetness.

"Watch my reflection bring ecstasy to your feet. Watch you riding my fingers."

"Watch me..."

He said as he pressed himself on me again, creating a friction between his covered dick and my naked ass while his fingers danced on my folds. He made me watch my wetness dripping, the way his eyes kept turning darker and darker the more he watched the reflection of my cunt, and he made sure I ended up riding his fingers while his other hand tormented my nipples, kneading, twirling, pressing.

It was all too much. Fuck! It was way too much.

And how did I end up at my beast's mercy?

Because I dared defy this beast.

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Simran was still seated on Kiaan's lap as they kept kissing each other. Their fervent kiss had turned into a soft one, and with each tangle of their lips, they had been moaning in bliss. They both wanted more of what they were getting.

Kiaam removed the veil of her saree as he pressed her breasts over her blouse. He broke the kiss for a moment to watch her expression while he touched her that way. He thrived on watching her be aroused like that...he thrived on having her at his mercy. He loved doing that to her.

She bit her lips as his hold on her breast was painfully firm this time. His own arousal poked hard from his pants as he watched her head fall back as he kept touching her like that.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, wife?" 

He murmured before entrapping her lips again, tasting her like he hadn't tasted her before. Like this was the first time he was kissing her.

Because every time he kissed her, she tasted like a forbidden puzzle he couldn't get enough of.

With urgency, he unhooked her blouse and then had it removed from her. Simran was too dazed to notice, so she let him do whatever he was doing. Because even she couldn't control her overflowing, electrifying emotions for her husband. While still kissing her, he had now removed her blouse from her arms. He had already unhooked her bra before even undoing the hooks of her blouse. Simran hadn't noticed it until her back was slapped with the cool breeze, which was quiet before, but not anymore.

Simran stilled all of a sudden. Kiaan pulled back from the kiss and felt some hesitance, so he demanded, "Say it...."

He needed to know what inhibitions she was carrying before proceeding.

"I don't know...what...what to do..." She stuttered shyly and with confused eyes.

"Look at me. Watch me when I do things to you...when I make you feel what you have been trying to avoid...feel me under you...feel the heat that seared with simply your existence."

She gulped, still nervous, yet thrilled. But then she nodded.

Kiaan held her steady and then pushed himself up off the floor, and she gasped when the friction occurred between her core and his manhood.

"Feel that?"

"Aah..." She gripped his shoulders because this sensation was too much; she hadn't experienced something like this ever before. Even when they were clothed, he made her feel like she was bare, and so was he.

"Tell me...how does it feel?"

He pushed himself up again, groaning while her eyes teared with the stimulation.

"Kiaan..." 

She cried as he kept doing it again and again...humping, because he was teaching her. He cupped her core over her saree, and her face reddened. She felt mortified, and as she tried to remove his hand, he grabbed hers and held them in a strong grip behind her back.

Cupping her core more firmly, he claimed, "That's where I want to bury my face every night. That's the heaven of yours I won't just want to taste but ravish."

He pushed himself up again, and this time she sobbed. Her nipples poking out from her bra, her cunt screaming for more friction.

"Feel the fire, huh? The one that you have ignited in me..."

"Aah...please...more..." She struggled to speak, and every syllable came out as moans.

Just then, he stopped, tormenting her. She stared at him, confused, her eyes still in a haze.

"Let go of your bra..." He ordered.

"Let me watch those breasts I so badly want to taste."

Simran was still in so much haze now, as if she was drunk. So, when Kiaan let go of her hands, which he was holding behind her back, she slid down the straps of her bra, gripping him by his shoulders for support.

She let her bra fall off completely. Her breathing labored, and so did his.

The moment her bra slid off, the moon shied away, hiding behind the clouds, and the breeze blew off the flickering candles, while the breeze giggled and coiled the couple who were too drunk in ecstasy and love.

Kiaan took in a sharp breath as he watched her breasts. Her skin glowed under the half-light of the moon. He watched her with not just desire but adoration. He was mesmerized. He hadn't seen anyone that gorgeous, that enchanting like a siren...someone who belonged to only him, who obeyed his command, whose eyes shied away when he watched her with that admiration.

"Don't look," She mumbled

"I will...They are mine to watch...to taste...to touch."

Her mouth gaped in slight shock. Watching her, he pressed one of her breasts softly.

'Fuck! They are so tight ... .so full...so mine...' He murmured.

Simran couldn't take it and squeezed her eyes shut. Kiaan kissed her roughly, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth, tasting every corner, battling with her tongue as he twirled her nipple with his thumb and index finger.

When he pulled back, she still wanted more of it, but Kiaan had other plans now. He massaged the weight of her breast on his palm, and Simran whimpered, but her eyes were still closed.

Kiaan brought her lips closer to hers as he licked her lips and then murmured, "What did I tell you to do when you said you didn't know what to do?"

"Watch you..." She replied.

"Then open your eyes and watch me suck your tits..."

Simran's eyes fluttered open, and her eyes widened. Even though she was still in need of more, she was anxious. Kiaan made eye contact with her as he dipped her face down to her breasts. Still watching her, he gave her nipple a long stroke...his tongue glistened her breast with his saliva.

Her insides churned, her heart raced, and her breath...it came with pauses. Kiaan didn't move her gaze for a second, not even blink. He licked her nipples again and again and again...until Simran had teared up with the sensation she didn't know her body was capable of birthing.

Then his lips puckered over her nipple, and he began sucking it. As much as Simran wanted to close her eyes, she couldn't because Kiaan hadn't wavered his gaze for even a second. His tongue lapped on her nipple, and he sucked it hard, making a sound filled with temptation.

Kiaan bit the nipple, causing her to scream.

"Aah...that hurts..."

He smiled mischievously at her cute frown and then soothed the pain by licking her nipple again. This was the beast's softest way. He wasn't going harshly. He knew she wasn't ready for that but he was to prepare her so that she could take what more awaited her.

What he did to one breast, he tormented the other one the same way.

"Kiaan..." She moaned.

His face was buried deep between the valley of her breasts as he nibbled into her skin in between, sucked it hard, bit it, marking her wherever he could.

When he moved back, she mewled because she was too tangled in this mess of passion and hunger. She wanted more, even when she was clueless about how.

"Look at you, all needy and desperate for me to suck your tits..." Kiaan mumbled as he twirled her nipple.

"Is that so...baby?"

He tugged on her nipple, watching her with a smirk.

"Please...."

Then he twirled it again, tugging it, pulling, and rubbing his thumb over it.

"...more...plea..please..."

He kissed her breasts, her nipples, and then trapped her lips in a soft, endearing kiss. Once he pulled back, he looked straight into her heavy, desire-pooled eyes and said, "Grind me..."

"Wha...what..." She got anxious.

"Grind me...like you are as needy as I am for you..."

"Ride me, maybe then I will show some mercy and fuck your tits tonight..."

All those words unraveled something in her. It opened all the doors of her craving...the doors she was aware of and some more she was always oblivious of. When she couldn't take what was happening to her body just from some words from her husband, she tried kissing him, but he turned his head.

"Cruel..." She whined.

"Do what I said, let me watch you while you do that..."

She didn't know how to, and everything in her screamed to be calmed down. She wanted him but didn't know how to have it...or how to voice it out.

"I don't know...how to..." She said softly.

"I will guide you, baby..."

Kiaan grabbed her Saree from both sides until it was pulled up to her thighs, until only her panty was the one in contact with his pants covering his dick. He then grabbed her waist firmer and guided her on how to move.

He made her glide on him.

Simran followed his instructions...started grinding against him...gasping for breath...the way each grind made her feel was incomprehensible for her. It was too much pleasure for her.

Her breasts were fully exposed, and so were half of her legs. When she moved, her breasts did too and that made Kiaan lose his mind, whatever was left.

Kiaan watched her, looking like his personal Goddess to him, giving herself to him, surrendering herself completely. He played with her nipples one by one, twisting, rubbing his thumb on them while he watched her grind him, feeling his own dick growing harder with her movements.

While she continued moving, her head fell back again, pushing her breasts up a little.

"You look exactly how I have always pictured you while you ride me..."

"Raw...gorgeous...needy...mine...my siren...my sin...my everything..."

Simran had nothing left in him to reply. She just wanted the pressure to stop...her thudding core to stop beating like a heart, but the more she rode him, the more it pounded and the more she felt good. Her hunger kept on growing.

That was what Kiaan wanted...for her to need more...and not to just chase satiation.

He traced her lips with his thumb, holding her firm, and then pushed his thumb inside her mouth. Simran didn't know what to do, so she did what her body felt was right. She sucked his thumb. Kiaan didn't let her do that for long and then pulled it out of her mouth, making her curious. And then he pressed her saliva-coated thumb on her nipple.

"Aahhh..." She cried out. It felt warm on her skin, and it perked her nipples more.

"Talk to me...tell me...how does it feel...."

Her throat went dry, she couldn't reply, and now he did the same to her other nipple. Her breasts ached to be touched by now, to be sucked again.

"Kiaan...plea...please...."

"Tell me...What do you want?"

"Say it...What are you pleading for?"

"Touch me....please...touch me....put me out of this misery." 

She couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't close to any peak nor any bottom.

Kiaan smirked before he let his lips capture one of her nipples so softly that she gripped her hair tighter. She tried clenching her core, which had now begun to feel liquidy. Her eyes shut again, and this time Kiaan pulled back.

Her eyes opened instantly, and she stared at him, confused, yet her eyes were faintly red with longing, too.

"Kiaan..." She called him, not understanding what had happened.

"I warned you to watch me, didn't I?"

Kiaan got up with ease, holding her in his arms, and then he walked to a distance where the floor-to-ceiling mirror was attached to one of the walls. He put her on her feet and then turned her to a mirror.

Simran felt shy watching her and a little shocked, too. 

Her hair was messy, her lipstick smudged beautifully, for she looked like someone whose husband didn't just kiss her but drank her in. Red, purple Hickeys painted all over her neck, breasts, her lips plumped, her breasts heavy, and her nipples erect. She tried removing her gaze, but he had her look at the mirror.

"DON'T.LOOK.AWAY," he emphasized.

"Tonight you watch me... watch us..."

"You see these..." He said as he palmed one of her breasts, fondling them.

"I feel these were made just for me...just so I can suck them all night..." She gasped as he cupped them.

"Would you want that?"

Simran might not have replied, but her head fell backwards on his chest. Her body answered instead of her words.

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Now we stood there while he massaged the nub over my wet folds. The rush was intense. I felt it too vehemently that I felt the need to just close my eyes and only feel it, but I couldn't.

"Watch me..."

And I watched him and us...watched myself being withered...watched him undo me piece by piece. He rubbed his fingers on my clit and I...I felt so good ...One of my hands reached out to his hair and grabbed it, the other held his arm. My cunt rode his fingers. I was dripping, coating his finger with my pre-release shamelessly, but I didn't know how to stop.

"No one will ever touch these folds, ever see this glistening pussy of yours, but me. You can't touch them either." He murmured over my hair, kissing me there as he kept the pace of his fingers steady.

I never knew that the stroke of one finger could feel that good on some parts of our body. I was clueless that I would be drunk in pleasure, and I wouldn't want it to stop ever.

"More...please..." I cried.

"What do you want, firefly?"

"I...I don't know..." I said with tears in my eyes. I had no idea why I was crying because my body...it was just enjoying it...riding his fingers. The more the friction, the harsher and faster the stroke...the more I felt good.

"I will tell you what you want..." He said.

"You want this pussy to be pleasured, you want my fingers to dance on this clit, right here. You want to come on my fingers. You want to soak my fingers so bad. You want me to taste you..."

His fingers moved faster, and I matched the pace.

"I am craving to taste my sin too..." He said. My eyes shut once more.

"What did I say? " He turned me to him now, my back stuck to the mirror behind. He stood face to face. He held one of my legs and wrapped it behind his waist, and then kissed me. He made his strokes faster on me while he twisted my nipple painfully.

His rough callous hands kneaded my breast and pressed on my nipple more aggressively.

"Look at you, so lusty for my fingers, so needy for this pleasure. Look at how you are riding my fingers."

I didn't know what it was...whether his dirty talk or the way he touched my body ... .whether it was his tongue on my nipples now, but I felt myself at the brink of something.

He sucked my nipple hard as I felt something happening to me.

"One day, I will fuck those tits and come in your mouth. You will take that too, right, baby?"

"Yes, yes...please..." I was too lost at that point...crying...wanting to be just calm.

"Some..something.. is happening..." I cried.

"Kiaan..I..I...."My mouth agape as I watched him watch me as if he was mesmerized.

"I know, baby, I know. Let it happen. Relax, let it go..."

"I...I don't know...." I cried.

"You are doing good. Just keep riding my hand like that."

I followed his command and kept on doing it.

"Good girl!!"

"You are doing so so fucking good..."

"Aahh..Kiaaan.." I screamed. 

My body shook as I almost went limp. It felt like I was at the peak of something, and someone had pushed me off some cliff.

It felt like I saw stars spinning around. My eyes shut completely. My mind went hazy and black as I sobbed, holding his arm. There was a pain growing in my core.

"Stop...stop....please..." I pleaded. But the beast hadn't stopped.

His strokes were still very rapid, the movement intense.

Until I screamed his name louder this time because something felt harsher, as if my body, which was floating before, touched the ground with a thud. I trapped his hand between my core. My body trembled with another shock.

I took deep breaths, my body fell on his, and Kiaan held me securely, tenderly whispering sweet things.

"You are fine with me, sweetheart. You are safe."

"I am here for you..."

"It's fine. You just had your first orgasm."

"It was the climax. Let your body get down from it. Let me help you."

When I finally opened my eyes, he gave me a soft smile, and I couldn't meet his eyes because the haziness curtain for that moment had been drawn. He kissed my hair, my forehead, and then I watched him bring his fingers to his lips.

I saw him licking his fingers like he was having a dessert he hadn't tasted in years. He licked my cum off his fingers leisurely, keeping intense eye contact with me.

"You taste just like my perfect sin," he said before he trapped my lips, making me taste myself in that kiss, which tasted like my need for him.

He kissed my forehead once more, then grabbed my saree and put it over me in a messy manner. I didn't understand what he was up to, but then I watched him grab my bra and blouse lying near the table. When he came closer, he had me come out of my underskirt and panties, which were still pooled at my feet.

Covering me with the saree, he scooped me up in his arms, making sure he had picked up my other clothes too, and then he took me to our bedroom.

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Kiaan gently put her on the bed...put away her saree, which he had covered her with, and hovered her. Simran shuddered as the coldness kissed her skin but Kiaan's warmth made everything bearable for her.

She reached out for his face and cupped his cheek. He kissed her palm and then pecked her lips.

"Are we sleeping now?" She mumbled.

"Sleep? Is that what you want?"

His voice was hoarse, and it appeared he still hadn't got down from the peak of ecstasy. And as for Simran...her state was no different. The orgasm hit her body hard, but her soul craved more. Kiaan treated her with tenderness, but her soul craved for raw the way her beast would like to do it.

Kiaan kissed her neck. His shirt and its buttons rubbed against Simran's bare body...the fabric created friction against her nipples. She gasped for breath, with her eyes half shut as her hands got lost in Kiaan's hair.

Kiaan slid her knuckles softly on her sternum, down to her abdomen, navel, and then stopped right above her clit. With his fingers, he spread her folds, while still leaving wet kisses over her neck. As he pressed on her clit Simran hissed 

Kiaan raised his head up, scanned her face for any discomfort, and asked, "Sore?"

"Little..." She replied, not wanting to repel him in any way.

The truth was, it was her first orgasm; it was intense, it was everything her body loved, yet felt fatigued from. He kept watching her as he gently fondled her pussy, spreading her wetness around. Simran kept watching him with her eyes pooled with desire, her lips parted, her chest heaving, while he explored her like he was to paint her on a canvas.

Kiaan slid his middle finger down until it reached her pussy hole. Simran quenched her legs, lines of worry formed on her face, unsure of what to expect.

"Spread your legs..." Kiaan said calmly, yet it sounded like a command. She did, shyly, slowly... but that wasn't enough.

"More..." He said, putting pressure on where his middle finger rested. Her breath hitched, and she grabbed his arm. He brought his face closer and tugged on her lower lip with his teeth, and when she finally spread her legs wider, he started pushing his middle finger in.

Air caught in her lungs, and her pussy walls clenched, not giving enough space for Kiaan's finger to go in. He kept the movement slow as he shoved his tongue in her mouth...making her dizzy in the process. She was so overtaken by the sensation of the kiss that she didn't even notice when Kiaan held her palm with his free hand and put it on his belt.

Kissing her, he had her open his belt, at the same time pushing his finger in more. The air was charged up with their need, their hunger, and none of it minded them. The moon travelled from one window to another until it stopped outside their bedroom, mischievously peeking inside.

Instinctively, Simran put his belt aside, and then Kiaan had her cup her manhood. He groaned so loudly in the kiss, kissing her harshly, and then pushed his finger a little more. Simran cried in the kiss...her nails dug into his arm before she started hitting him repeatedly, desperate for him to stop.

Kiaan stopped. He pulled back from the kiss, watching her with concern.

"That's..that's too much..." She mumbled.

"Don't resist...It will be fine..."

That was true; her body was resisting because she was scared.

Simran nodded as she sniffled and said, "Are you in?"

"I am not even half in...Jaan..."

Her cheeks turned crimson.

"No?"

"No..."

Kiaan realized her soul wanted to be drunk in ecstasy, but her body, perhaps, was tired and needed more energy. He pecked her lips and then pulled his finger out, getting off the bed.

Simran panicked, thinking he was leaving. Tears streamed down her face, and she felt guilty. But she didn't know Kiaan struggled between his desire and concern...and his concern had won.

He walked into the washroom and stayed in there for more than fifteen minutes while Simran waited for him, confused. When he was back, he was freshly showered, a towel hanging loose around his hip, and he was carrying another towel.

He walked to the bed, and when he grabbed her thighs, she couldn't understand what was going on.

"What..what are you..." 

She stammered, tried getting up when she saw him dabbing the wet towel on her legs.

"It's nothing. Just lie there." 

He dabbed the wet towel on her body, cleaning her legs, her breasts, her pussy at last.

Simran felt shier than she felt while they were making out. She hadn't pegged Kiaan to be that gentle and caring, who would take care of her like that.

"I could have showered," she mumbled softly, peeking at him from under her lashes. Red blush painted her skin, and she glowed like a tender, shy woman just worshipped by her husband.

Kiaan towered over her petite frame once he was done cleaning her, and then he kissed her forehead.

"You are burning up. I can't have you catch a fever."

When he stood up, he said, "Stop panicking, I am not leaving."

She nodded once as she watched him disappear into the washroom to leave the towel and then walked into the walk-in closet. He was out in two minutes, wearing grey boxers.

Simran admired that even without his three-piece suit or any formal attire, he still exuded the same aura, same dominance, and power. In fact, he was the power; he didn't need anything else to help him showcase that to others.

Kiaan noticed her watching him with those curious, hungry eyes, but he didn't tease her or call her out. He had his reason not to. 

Kiaan got under the covers after turning off the lights and pulled Simran to his chest, tucking her head under his chin, holding her close and secure, not uttering a word anymore, just leaving a chaste kiss on her hair.

Simran, on the other hand, couldn't help but wonder why Kiaan stopped.

Did he not like doing it to her?

Was she not good?

Insecurity bubbled inside of her like another typhoon. She was too exhausted to speak, but those insecurities had found their home; it was her.

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Insecurities now...Why? 😭

Hi Lovelies,

I hope you all are doing well. 🤗

Even after all these years of writing, it always feels like I lack something while writing SMUT. 🥹 

Do share your honest opinion about the chapter, so that I can improve if I am lacking somewhere. 🥹

So, while they made out and slept tired because of the climax, as well as the overwhelming emotions, what do you all think would happen now? 🤔

Are things between them sorted now? 🤔

Do share your views about the chapter. It would mean a lot to me. ❤️

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Shrishtee