#3 Ashlok Dark FF - My Ransacked Heart/UPDATED/ Chapter 38 /(Pg-135) - Page 10

Chapter 26

Bleeding Rose

Roses are dead,

Violets too,

My heart is empty,

Blood shed for you

All it takes is a beautiful fake smile to hide an injured soul ~ and they will never notice how broken you really are ~

"Daddy swing me higher", said a little girl of about 5 yrz . And when her father obliged she squealed with glee. "Daddy swing me one more time", she shouted with joy. "Okay my doll", the man swung her higher and then caught her in her arms. "Daddy I love you", she curled her small arms around the man's neck. "Your daddy loves you too my sweetheart", he kissed her cheek.

"Would you like to eat an ice cream sweetie, a chocolate one", the man asked ruffling her hair with affection. "Yes daddy, want an ice-cream, chocolate", she answered excitedly and curled her little fingers around his hand.

The man caught her small hand in his own fingers and they went towards the ice-cream stall, which was right outside the park, her left arm swinging with excitement. "Daddy want two, chocolate", she said, making a sign of two with her fingers. "Okay my doll, two it will be", he patted her cheek, affectionately.

The man bought a chocolate ice-cream and gave one to her, and signaled to the vendor to prepare another one. But as it was summer, many people were asking the vendor, for an ice-cream. The vendor was a boy of about 14 and new in selling business, the poor soul was getting confused and nervous with so many people gathering around his stall...

"Daddy come, wanna go", the girl was growing restless so she tugged at his father's sleeve. "Sweetie we'll go just let me get you another ice-cream, you another one right?, he said. "Yes daddy another one", she said innocently, while licking the ice-cream, which was in her hand.

It was then that she spotted a young boy of about 17 sitting on a bench beside the stall of ice-cream. He was sitting with his knees raised and his arms around his legs. There were other stalls of food too and everywhere there were people, moving and chattering excitedly but his was the only figure who looked lonely and forlorn while sitting in their midst. Maybe he didn't get an ice-cream, she thought...

Her daddy was angrily asking the vendor to give him the right flavor ice-cream, as the vendor had mistakenly given him a strawberry one. The poor boy was apologizing profusely. She hesitated then taking small steps, like a duckling, went straight towards the boy who was sitting on the bench.

"Wanna ice-cream", she swayed her ice-cream infront of his eyes. He raised his head from his knees, and looked at her with tearful eyes. He had amazing eyes, like her teddy bear, dark brown, with golden flecks in the pupils.

"No sad, happy", she babbled to him. He smiled tearfully. "No princess I am not sad, see I am happy", he caressed her chubby cheek gently. "Ice-cream, happy", she extended the ice-cream towards him. "No princess, it's yours I can't take it", he refused gently. "No, take, happy", she shoved it right under his nose. "Okay princess, I'll take if it makes you happy", he laughed and took the ice-cream from her hand. "Happy", she patted his cheek with chubby hands. ...

"Yes princess very happy", he kissed her little hand. "And now tell me where are your parents and I'll take you to them", he got up from the bench and caught her small hand in his fingers. "Daddy", she pointed towards the stall. "Okay, come on cutie pie", he started striding towards the stall, with her in the tow.

As they reached near the stall, her daddy turned back to see her with a chocolate ice-cream clutched in his hand. "Daddy, ice-cream", she tore away her hand from his grasp and ran towards her father. "Where did you go to princess? Don't ever leave my hand? Bad people around", he admonished her in a worried voice.

"Daddy, sad", she turned and pointed at the place behind her, but the sad boy was to be seen nowhere. "No there is no one sweetie, now don't you ever leave daddy's hand, promise", he admonished her again and when she nodded her childish head in a promise he swung her in his arms and turned to go back...

She again looked at the place where the boy had left her and found the same boy standing not far away, looking at them with angry eyes...

She got so much scared when she looked at him that she quickly turned towards her daddy and hid her face in his shoulder, curling her small arms tightly around his neck.

Her childish mind wasn't able to understand that why the sad boy was angry now? The boy was looking at them with an expression of consuming hatred in his eyes, and at that distance his eyes were no longer looking like her teddy bear, they were very dark and angry...

"You are that boy", Astha whispered to Shlok in a panting breath, who was busy nibbling her collarbone.

"Which boy?", he paused for a moment then looked into her eyes. "Eyes like my teddy bear", she said , gazing into his golden pupils. "What crap"?, he looked quite shocked, at her comparison of his eyes with her teddy bear. "You looked sad that day", she was so much engrossed in her memories, that she didn't feel when he released her body and backed away from her.

"You must be mistaken, I am not sad" there was a tremor in his voice, which Astha didn't notice. She was still leaning against the wall, her eyes glassy as if remembering something from her past...

"I gave you my ice-cream, you were unhappy", she whispered, too gone in her memories to notice the momentary shadow of pain that crossed his face. "No princess we have never met before and you didn't give me any ice-cream", his voice was hollow with his own lie. Something sparked in her memory. "Yes that's what you called me that day, princess", she jerked back to look into his face.

"And I am telling you that I have never met you before, in my life except, two times, first when you threw the coffee into my face and second when I kissed you in the bathroom", he smiled coldly. Astha's face burned with humiliation. "What do you want from me now?, You've already gotten what you've wanted from me, now can you please give me my freedom back", she said in a voice laced with desperation...

But he didn't speak anything, just stood there looking at her with an unfathomable expression in his dark eyes. "Why won't you free me, as I'm of no use to you now, you've already taken revenge from me of your public humiliation", she whispered tearfully.

"You'll know the reason soon princess, but first you have to do something for me", he spoke calmly at last and then turned towards the bed, picking one shopping bag after another, rummaging inside it and at last selecting a small shopping bag.

"Wear that, asap", he threw it towards Astha who caught it reflexively. "What it is"?, she looked questioningly towards him. "Open it", he nodded towards the bag in her hand. She wanted to say that she don't take orders from him, but her curiosity got the better of her and she took out a long package from the bag and then after a little hesitation unwrapped it to reveal a bright crimson dress...

She shook out it's fold to reveal a beautiful creation made of pure silk, so delicate as to float away with a little puff of air. It had a V- shaped neckline with a delicate sequin work on the border and sleeveless with diamante straps to hold it. She turned it to see from behind and got shocked to see the neckline at behind plunging back almost to the waist line. The dress looked too costly and it was obviously a party or night gala wear...

Although she was used to wearing costly dresses of high quality fashion brands, but she never wore something so revealing in all her life, infact she even used to wear tights with short dresses. But obviously he wouldn't bring any tights with them. "I can't wear it, it's too revealing", she said hesitatingly...

Shlok had folded his arms at his chest and was negligently leaning against the cupboard, looking at her flitting expressions with an interesting look in his eyes. "Princess it's revealing that's why you have to wear it", he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "No I am not going to wear it, I'm not used to exposing so much flesh", she said in a defiant voice.

"Interesting, any other woman would have jumped on the chance to flaunt her body, in a revealing designer dress", he cocked his head to the side and surveyed her from head to toe with an insolent look in his eyes...

"I don't know which floozy's have you met in your life, but I am not some fresh meat to be put on display", she said disdainfully, with her stubborn chin raised and sparks of defiance shooting from her eyes, she really looked like a regal queen then, a tiny regal queen...

"You've only got two choices now princess, wear it yourself asap or I'll come there and will make you wear it myself, now decide", he warned her chillingly. But she didn't budge from her place and remained standing still, glaring defiantly at him, her fists curling at her sides. "Astha", he took a threatening step towards her...

Something very painful twisted like a knife inside her heart and she staggered back with the agony. It was the first time she had heard him calling her from her given name. It seemed a long time that someone had called her from her real name, she was beginning to forget the sound of her own name.

"Are you wearing it or should I come there?", he threatened again and she came back from her painful daze. "No I am wearing it just turn around and give me some privacy", she answered in a subdued voice. She was too tired to argue with him...

"Do you think that I am that stupid, I'll turn my back and you'll try another clever trick of yours to escape", his lips curled contemptuously. "Sorry princess I don't trust you, you are going to wear it infront of me, otherwise I'll make you wear it , the choice is yours", he said in a warning tone...

"Okay just stay away from me, I'll wear it", she glared at him. She was getting very much piqued now at his insulting tone and his continuous threats. She tugged at her clothes so viciously that two buttons popped off her night shirt. She first pulled off her shirt, then her pajamas and stood there shivering and completely nude under his burning appraisal...

Without glancing towards him, she pulled out red underwear from the same package. It was more of a lingerie than casual underwear. She quickly wore the sleeveless red bra, red silk thong and then pulled on the dress over her head. It fitted like a glove over her skin, giving her no excuse to demur. It's length was so short that it ended at her mid thigh, revealing her golden and slender legs...

There was a concealing zip at the left side of the dress, which got stuck in the fabric when she hurriedly tugged at it to close...

Astha was so much engrossed in closing the zip that she never felt Shlok's presence near her. She jumped a little when she felt his hand moving inside the gap left by the unclosed zip, his fingers spreading over her naked abdomen. She sucked in a breath, when she felt his fingers caressing the naked skin, inflaming the place where they touched...

His hot breath whispered over her bare nape for a moment, before his mouth closed over one shoulder, sucking at the soft flesh. Her neck arched back in a reflex, a soft moan of despairing excitement leaving her throat...

His long tapered fingers tugged down the straps, shoving the bodice right down to her waist, his mouth following the path of her exposed skin. His tongue licked at her collarbone and his teeth nipped at the soft scented skin. She purred in her throat, her arms going at her back to wrap around his head, clutching soft tufts of his dark hair in her fists, her hips pressing back instinctively to his jutting hardness...

He moved a hand upwards to palm a small but ripe breast through the covering of her red bra, his exploratory fingers sinking into the resilient flesh. A bolt of pure desire hit her lower body and electric tingles danced across her skin, raising her goose bumps with pure ecstasy. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs, gathering inside her core...

He was really a sorcerer, weaving his magic on her senses, why he always managed to make her feel vulnerable, as if her body was no longer in control of her, as if it was made to react to his touch, as if it was made to fit into his body. Two pieces of yin and yang. He was a stranger, yet he was not a stranger, why it felt as if she knew him from some other century, or maybe from forever...

Shlok's hands were now pulling at the hem of her dress, baring her thighs and bottom to the cool air. She shivered, her skin puckering due to cold, but instantly he placed his hands on her hipbones, warming her, and her whole body pulsed as heat rushed into her blood stream...

Why his touch inflamed her so much that she wanted to burn like a moth in his fire, until nothing would be left of her, not even ashes. It was undeniable, unimaginable and disgraceful but a truth in despite of all her denials...

He moved her thong aside, uncovering her soft mound to move a long finger inside her wet warmth. Astha gave a shattered moan, her whole body falling in a dark abyss, her feet giving away from under her...

But he followed her body down on the plush carpet, his oppressive weight lying now between her parted thighs. She gave a groan and clutched his hair in her hands, as his mouth move downwards between her parted legs, his beard rasping across the soft skin, his fingers moving aside the thong to expose the little nubbin...

Once his teeth nipped at the soft skin of her inner thigh, before his mouth moved towards her crotch, his tongue moving inside her to taste her womanly nectar. Astha gave a horrified scream and tugged at his hair to dislodge his mouth from her crotch, but he didn't budge...

What he was doing with his mouth should be labeled an act of depravation, totally indecent, but it was something that was gnawing and tearing at her insides with ecstacy, exposing her to the dark side of pleasure, tainting her soul with it's darkness...

When the pleasurable pain became too much for her to bear, she twisted her head from side to side, panting, her unfocused gaze moving towards the ceiling. Shlok lifted her legs up over his shoulder, widening her, exposing her more to his touch, his tongue suckling at her woman's milk.

His teeth nipped at the little nubbin of pleasure and something blasted through her mind, blowing it to smithereens. Her body fragmented, convulsing around his tongue. She gave a shattered scream, her body jerking in his grip, her back arching and her nails digging deeply into his scalp...

In the deep throes of her ecstasy, her gaze caught sight of herself in the mirrored ceiling, there were a hundred and thousands of her reflecting out from each mirror...

In each reflection she looked like a bleeding rose with her red dress bunched at her waist, lying crushed, shattered, exposed and abandoned beneath him...

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