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"Outstanding party,Isn't it Mr.Arjun Singhania? He gave a nod in reply.The words were truth.The decoration,varieties of food,service to entertainment,everything was of the standard of da country..Egypt.Along with other three enterprides Arjun had signed a grand project with Egypt biggest construction company.All were in extremely enjoyable mood,celebrating the profitable partenership.He was too enjoying but da enjoyment was getting paled whenever she stole his eyes.
His love,His wife,His life.Dressed in purple sari she was looking ravishing as always.
To him all the world charm fade infront of her angelic face.How he wanted to lost in those dancing eyes,to capture dt lovely smile.Chain of his thoughts broke once again by annoying Mr.Mehta.His tone was full of excitement:come,come take seat..asal show to ab start hua hai.miss nhi krna chaho ge.
Before he can reply,Mr.Mehta pushed him along.
The final show started,the five exotic egyptian beauties took the place on stage to start da famous belly dance of their culture.The dim lights and crowd made Arohi sight lost.The cheers of encouragement roared as dy moved their lush figures on beat of music.Their ancient style dresses and jewellery making their moves more sexy.The sight that can be any men fantasy..His fantasy...the lovely faces replaced by his Arohi.His eyes twinkled with devilish glint as his imagination get wheeled.Bubble of his steaming though brust in result of harsh poke on his shoulder.He took a long moment to realize the difference between dream and reality.His shock finally overcome as he spoke to his fumming wife:mein..tumhare baare mein hi soch rha tha.
Arohi politely:wo to mujhe dikh rha tha.
Mr.Mehta stood up clearing his throat and mumbling some sudden urgent work he slipped from there."Biwi kisi ki bhi jealous hi..darna sb ko chahey"
She slumped down on da empty chair of Mr.Mehta.Her arms crossed against her lush bossoms,fierce gaze stuck to stage while inviting lips were set in pout.
Understanding meaning of her silly anger he started in his clear cut tone:dekho..
He paused as she turned at him,his wild cat:tum dekh rhi the..wo bhi ghoor ghoor k.wo bhi tb ,jb tumhari wife tumhare sath party mein hai.
Smile broke at his lips but he decided to tease:haan..sb dekh rhe the.the sight is too tempting.All men fantasy.
Her anger had no limit:aur tunhari bhi?
Leaning close he whispered:meri bhi..par tumhare sath
She turned her face again to stage in an arrogant way;giving gesture of disbelied.He hold her hand in a possesive grip,slipping his finger with her.She tried to pulled her hand back:koi dekh lega..
Arjun:I want you to dress like this..for me.
She shake her head in strict No but he could feel da blush raising her cheeks.He kept playing with her fingers and continued in his sexy tone:sirf mein aur tum..sari dunya se dour,kisi tent mein.
When she looked him in surprise he added:raat ki khamoshi, aur chand ki roshni...
Forgetting da world around.they were lost in eachother eyes:aur phir jese sultan k kehne par kaneez...
She didnt hear da rest,the words were enough to distract her.Snatching back her hand she narrowed her eyes:mein kaneez?
Arjun:hun
She mockingly:aur tum mere sultan?
Annoyed on her silliness he uttered:ofcourse.
Arohi arrogantly:No way!
He gave her a glare and than e raised his brow in challenge:We will see.
His sexy gaze sent shiver to her spine.
Arohi pretend to bore:mein thak gai hun..room men ja rhi hun.
His reply surprised her:so jana..intezar mt krna.mujhe aane mein deyr hojaeygi.
And when she looked him accusingly he sweetly replied:Good Night..Dream me.
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Arohi entered her hotel room and dumped down da shopping bags.Even da shopping was not able to put her mood right.He realy came late last night.And left before she awake.He succeded in ignoring her,remaing busy whole day in his meetings.
Colorful scraps of silk lay folded at the foot of her bed caught her eyes.Her attention was caught by shining jewelry lying atop pile of silk.It was a diadem of gold,adorned with a teardrop-shaped ruby. Almost against her will,She smoothed back her hair,dn gazed into mirror as she placed the diadem on her head.The ruby rested at the middle of her forehead.A strong ecotix sense wrappex het.
Her gaze drifted back to the bed.Repeating "kaneez,my foot she gv to & temptatiom and lifted another item.
the linked metal chains as wide as her hand were fashioned into a belt. Dozens of filmy scarves in black colour hung through loops at the bottom of the belt.This was a skirt,a skirt made of scarves!
Free hanging scarves that would shift wid every movement,revealing what lay beneath them.
She dropped it with a termelous breath.Next garment on the bed was made of emerald-colored silk and trimmed in silver braid.The soft, ltransparent band wid two thin straps was obviously meant to cover her breasts,but she doubted it contained enough fabric to do da trick.
Next she found a small square veil & below dt,a collection of bangle bracelets.She moved back,picking the white note from there.
"miss you too"
She slumped down on chair,her heart ringing in her ears.And address with the driver no. was written in his stylish writing.She headed toward the warning..'aa jana,is se pehle mein lene aaun'
Her body was humming in its own way.But she kept repeating:I am not going to play slave to you Mr.Singhania.
Her eyes glint as an idea popped in her mind:Lets have a taste of your own medicine.
to be continued.Continution depends on feedback!
I know..you all are angry with me.So sorry for being gayb for so long. Consider this OS as sorry token ;)
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Beneath da silvered light of a full moon,he waited for her.He had booked a private cottage in heart of sandy desert.Infront of it, he had set a bonfire near da tent.He surveyed his surroundings,da big tent was filled with pillows and rugs,da soft mattress with grapes,wine chess..it was full reflection of Arabic style.
Rolling the silk sleeve of his shirt up to his elbow he walkd inside the tent.With each passing minute his doubt was increasing.'If da stubborn queen realy not come',he thought with a frown.How desperately he wanted to live in her arms dis another side of culture,of world.He was realy going to pick her up from..
His fierce thought broke hearing the sound in da breeze.
Clink. Clink. Clink-clink-clink.
He turned and his heart stopped. She stood just inside da tent,a woman right out of a man's hottest fantasy.His mouth went dry as da Sahara as his gaze trailed over her from head to toe.The diadem crowned her free-flowing hair.The lush fullness of her breasts captured his gaze for a long moment until his stare drifted lower.She held her hands in front of her bare midriff, blocking his view of her navel.He watched her fingers move.He sucked in a breath as he studied da way the chain belt rested below her hips.Her swaying hips.Hips that sent da scarves hanging from the belt shimmering in the lamplight,shifting wid movement allowing revealing flashes of da smooth,supple skin of her thighs.God!!!
Then she said his name,a soft, seductive, come-hither whisper of a word.The glow in her eyes teased. He had created a witch,dt's what he done.Could a man die from too much of this?
All thought of evaporated from his mind like a morning mist.He reached for her,but she spun away,laughing. The view from behind was almost as intriguing as that from the front.She remain like that for minutes.
"Arohi tum...I don't have words." She glanced back over her shoulder, a saucy,sassy look dt made him want to grind his teeth.
Arohi:khamosh Gulam,hum ne tumhe bolne ki ijazat nhi di.
That stopped him in disbelief:What?
She reached for the bowl of grapes and selected one:hum ne tumhari jaan bchai thi,to ab ye jaan hmari hai.us ehsaan k bdle tum hmare gulam ho.
His eyes narrowed:kab?
She chewed,then licked her lips: jab tum doub rhe the.
The sight made him swallowed.He folded his arms and asked him in disbelief:doub rha tha? yahan desert mein?
She scowled at him:us din barish hoi hogi..
In reply of his chuckle she scowled:aur tum baat nhi krskte,mene mnna kya hai.
As he took steps toward her with a laugh, she picked knife from fruit basket.Shaking his head he plopped down to other side & gave her warning:smbhal k,dont gt hurt.
She kept playing with knife.As he tried to grab her feet she scolded:buht hi bdtmee gulam ho, tumhe theek krna pdega.
He grabbed grapes from basket,enjoying her silliness:Darling, Arjun Singhania ko Gulam bnana..mushkil hi nhi,na mumkin hai.
The corner of her mouth lifted in challenge.And than she flattered her lashes:wese hmare bare mein khyal kya hai?
She leaned closer,displaying a healthy amount of supple cleavage in the candlelight.He blinked.Than she stood up running a delicate finger down da length of her pendant's chain and moved behind him.She pressed one hand to his shoulder while da other picked up a dark purple grape from the bowl near his elbow. His body hummed wid anticipation.Her perfume was like a drug.From back,she pulled his head completely down in mattress.She kept her hand on his eyes:can u feel it?
His eyes remain closed as her hands ran from his shoulder to arms to his wrists.
Flattened on his back with his wife straddled across his chest he fought daurge to laugh:What are you,Oh! Careful,dts not a pillow!
She distracted him wid a kiss & while he lost himself in da pleasure of her mouth,he hardly noticed da jingle of her bangle bracelets as her hands worked above him.Only when she drew back did he realize she had handcuffed his both wrists with a tent pole.
This was unexpected.
As quickly as she'd landed on him,she was off.And before he gave a harah tug,she reminded him:zor mt lgana,vrna tent girr jaeyga wo bhi hmare ooper.
Arjun Singhania the consummate seducer,man of the world,was at risk of being soundly beaten at his own game.Damn.
She looked so smug,so proud of herself,that he wanted...no he needed...his hands on her.He growled in warning:mere hath kholo. She purred,walking around:nhi to? kya kroge? hme sza doge?
His gaze drank da sight for her:bikul.
She laughed,the sound rich and musical:hme becheni se intezar hai,tb tk..
He stared at her & in reply she hold his gaze.
She leaned closer,opening buttons of his shirt one by one.Her warm breath setting him on fire.And than.she picked and caressed his bare shoulders with the cold fruit,to his mouth,only to playfully snatch it back to enjoy herself.Featherlight,grape-tinged kisses teased his nape,his collarbone,his earlobe.He turned to reach for her.She stepped back.
She intended to make him pay. With a click of her tongue,she shook her head:hme pehle hi darr tha,tunhe sudharne k ley hume dusre tareqe nikalne istemal krne honge.
:kese tareqe? His mouth went dry.Her eyes darted around the room.Then she smiled again.A devious, seductive smile. That was his fantasy, dammit.
He helplessly:I want to touch you,Arohi.
She shook her head,a devilish sparkle alight in her eyes:Not yet.
Then she started to sway her hips.
She will never,ever,forget da look on Arjun singhania face when she arrested him.
But da ook on his face when she started her seductive dance would be forever burned upon her memory.Hot,Burning,Desire.
Her eyes swept over him.The muted light of da candles illuminated every muscle in sensual detail.Lean,rugged and hard,every inch of him spoke of strength, excitement and mystery.
He gazed at her, watching her sway to the silent music.His eyes were nearly black in the dim light of the tent,but glittering in the intense depths was challenge. And Mrs.Singhania never backed down from a challenge.
Tossing him a seductive grin,she plucked at ine of the scaf, removing it from the belted cinch and than.she throw it on his taut stomach.
His throat worked,his body tense.She could almost hear da thud of his heartbeat as she continued her arousing performance.Shaking her hair back beyond her shoulders,she slipped down one of the thin straps from creamy shoulders.he whispered hoarsely:Arohi.
Taking pity on him,she approached slowly.Dropping to her knees beside him,she bent & touched her nose to his:Do you want me?
He replied:God, yes.
She grinned.Picking da scarf she brushed it across his face:wese gulamo ki aankhein bnd zyada theek rehti hein.
He shook his head in defeat:oh No Arohi.All my fault.He whispered,more to himself:sb meri galti hai,Sultan aur kaneeze kahan.phass gya mein.Igloos next time.Furs aur fires aur ek bda polar bear rug.
She laughed and dn kissed him again,catching his groan of frustration. Soon,though,his groans turned to growls, and she knew that even tied up her husband was a man to be reckoned with.Her breath caught.
Her hands shook as they stroked his skin.She touched,teased,tantalized. Even slightly shaky,he seemed to be enjoying himself,if that shameless smile quirking his lips was any indicator.Thank heaven her face was hidden behind curtains of her silky hairs else he had see da blushing anxious look on her face.
Tracing tiny circles on his breastbone, she kissed the skin beneath his copper-colored nipple with renewed vigor.His swift,sharp intake of breath made her smile against his skin.He pulled hard on his wrists:Arohi
She took her time.Touching, caressing,teasing.Enjoying every sound he made,every curse,every shiver.He continued to order and demanded to be released.Yet she gave him no quarter.Making a man tremble,specially her arrogant husband wid need was da ultimate female power & she reveled in her accomplishment.
She pressed a kiss to his lower belly, & was sure he'd yank da pole right off the ground.Oh, there was no doubt he'd make her pay for this later.
But for now the moment belonged to her.
Leaning toward him,she teased the corner of his mouth with her supple bosom.With a determined lunge,he briefly captured the peak between his lips and smiled at her surprised hiss. She looked him with a scowl and than unbuckle his pant with a look dt shout "You'll pay"
His entire body shook.Taking pity on him, she abandoned her sweet torture and brought her breasts to his mouth once again,then moaned as his tongue circled her nipple.He ticked, nibbled, even bite.She stroked the back of his head with her free hands.She was so lost in sinful act of his mouth.The reality entwined with fantasy as their limbs entwined.
They clung to eachother,deeper & deeper into her, carrying her higher and higher,further and further into a blur of soft sands,of night sky,of wild torment.Crashing into the blinding light,she shattered like a million stars and answered his hoarse cry of surrender wid one of her own.
Snuggled warm & relaxed,spooned against the furnace of her husband's body,she awoke.The memories of previous ecame rushing back, and she flushed with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.She examined his wrists for any mark but he pulled het closer,snuggled his face in her shoulder:let me sleep some more,such a cruel mistress u are.
She felt her cheeks warm wid embarrassment:She pushed him:yaad nhi..ham.ki flight hai.wapis jane ka time hogya,forget these fantady gams.
He rested his head on da support of his head with dt look...A look that could make any woman pride.
Arjun: my games are not going to anywhere...because you are my fantasy.
His love,His wife,His life.Dressed in purple sari she was looking ravishing as always.
To him all the world charm fade infront of her angelic face.How he wanted to lost in those dancing eyes,to capture dt lovely smile.Chain of his thoughts broke once again by annoying Mr.Mehta.His tone was full of excitement:come,come take seat..asal show to ab start hua hai.miss nhi krna chaho ge.
Before he can reply,Mr.Mehta pushed him along.
The final show started,the five exotic egyptian beauties took the place on stage to start da famous belly dance of their culture.The dim lights and crowd made Arohi sight lost.The cheers of encouragement roared as dy moved their lush figures on beat of music.Their ancient style dresses and jewellery making their moves more sexy.The sight that can be any men fantasy..His fantasy...the lovely faces replaced by his Arohi.His eyes twinkled with devilish glint as his imagination get wheeled.Bubble of his steaming though brust in result of harsh poke on his shoulder.He took a long moment to realize the difference between dream and reality.His shock finally overcome as he spoke to his fumming wife:mein..tumhare baare mein hi soch rha tha.
Arohi politely:wo to mujhe dikh rha tha.
Mr.Mehta stood up clearing his throat and mumbling some sudden urgent work he slipped from there."Biwi kisi ki bhi jealous hi..darna sb ko chahey"
She slumped down on da empty chair of Mr.Mehta.Her arms crossed against her lush bossoms,fierce gaze stuck to stage while inviting lips were set in pout.
Understanding meaning of her silly anger he started in his clear cut tone:dekho..
He paused as she turned at him,his wild cat:tum dekh rhi the..wo bhi ghoor ghoor k.wo bhi tb ,jb tumhari wife tumhare sath party mein hai.
Smile broke at his lips but he decided to tease:haan..sb dekh rhe the.the sight is too tempting.All men fantasy.
Her anger had no limit:aur tunhari bhi?
Leaning close he whispered:meri bhi..par tumhare sath
She turned her face again to stage in an arrogant way;giving gesture of disbelied.He hold her hand in a possesive grip,slipping his finger with her.She tried to pulled her hand back:koi dekh lega..
Arjun:I want you to dress like this..for me.
She shake her head in strict No but he could feel da blush raising her cheeks.He kept playing with her fingers and continued in his sexy tone:sirf mein aur tum..sari dunya se dour,kisi tent mein.
When she looked him in surprise he added:raat ki khamoshi, aur chand ki roshni...
Forgetting da world around.they were lost in eachother eyes:aur phir jese sultan k kehne par kaneez...
She didnt hear da rest,the words were enough to distract her.Snatching back her hand she narrowed her eyes:mein kaneez?
Arjun:hun
She mockingly:aur tum mere sultan?
Annoyed on her silliness he uttered:ofcourse.
Arohi arrogantly:No way!
He gave her a glare and than e raised his brow in challenge:We will see.
His sexy gaze sent shiver to her spine.
Arohi pretend to bore:mein thak gai hun..room men ja rhi hun.
His reply surprised her:so jana..intezar mt krna.mujhe aane mein deyr hojaeygi.
And when she looked him accusingly he sweetly replied:Good Night..Dream me.
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Arohi entered her hotel room and dumped down da shopping bags.Even da shopping was not able to put her mood right.He realy came late last night.And left before she awake.He succeded in ignoring her,remaing busy whole day in his meetings.
Colorful scraps of silk lay folded at the foot of her bed caught her eyes.Her attention was caught by shining jewelry lying atop pile of silk.It was a diadem of gold,adorned with a teardrop-shaped ruby. Almost against her will,She smoothed back her hair,dn gazed into mirror as she placed the diadem on her head.The ruby rested at the middle of her forehead.A strong ecotix sense wrappex het.
Her gaze drifted back to the bed.Repeating "kaneez,my foot she gv to & temptatiom and lifted another item.
the linked metal chains as wide as her hand were fashioned into a belt. Dozens of filmy scarves in black colour hung through loops at the bottom of the belt.This was a skirt,a skirt made of scarves!
Free hanging scarves that would shift wid every movement,revealing what lay beneath them.
She dropped it with a termelous breath.Next garment on the bed was made of emerald-colored silk and trimmed in silver braid.The soft, ltransparent band wid two thin straps was obviously meant to cover her breasts,but she doubted it contained enough fabric to do da trick.
Next she found a small square veil & below dt,a collection of bangle bracelets.She moved back,picking the white note from there.
"miss you too"
She slumped down on chair,her heart ringing in her ears.And address with the driver no. was written in his stylish writing.She headed toward the warning..'aa jana,is se pehle mein lene aaun'
Her body was humming in its own way.But she kept repeating:I am not going to play slave to you Mr.Singhania.
Her eyes glint as an idea popped in her mind:Lets have a taste of your own medicine.
to be continued.Continution depends on feedback!
I know..you all are angry with me.So sorry for being gayb for so long. Consider this OS as sorry token ;)
Hit like..do comments
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Beneath da silvered light of a full moon,he waited for her.He had booked a private cottage in heart of sandy desert.Infront of it, he had set a bonfire near da tent.He surveyed his surroundings,da big tent was filled with pillows and rugs,da soft mattress with grapes,wine chess..it was full reflection of Arabic style.
Rolling the silk sleeve of his shirt up to his elbow he walkd inside the tent.With each passing minute his doubt was increasing.'If da stubborn queen realy not come',he thought with a frown.How desperately he wanted to live in her arms dis another side of culture,of world.He was realy going to pick her up from..
His fierce thought broke hearing the sound in da breeze.
Clink. Clink. Clink-clink-clink.
He turned and his heart stopped. She stood just inside da tent,a woman right out of a man's hottest fantasy.His mouth went dry as da Sahara as his gaze trailed over her from head to toe.The diadem crowned her free-flowing hair.The lush fullness of her breasts captured his gaze for a long moment until his stare drifted lower.She held her hands in front of her bare midriff, blocking his view of her navel.He watched her fingers move.He sucked in a breath as he studied da way the chain belt rested below her hips.Her swaying hips.Hips that sent da scarves hanging from the belt shimmering in the lamplight,shifting wid movement allowing revealing flashes of da smooth,supple skin of her thighs.God!!!
Then she said his name,a soft, seductive, come-hither whisper of a word.The glow in her eyes teased. He had created a witch,dt's what he done.Could a man die from too much of this?
All thought of evaporated from his mind like a morning mist.He reached for her,but she spun away,laughing. The view from behind was almost as intriguing as that from the front.She remain like that for minutes.
"Arohi tum...I don't have words." She glanced back over her shoulder, a saucy,sassy look dt made him want to grind his teeth.
Arohi:khamosh Gulam,hum ne tumhe bolne ki ijazat nhi di.
That stopped him in disbelief:What?
She reached for the bowl of grapes and selected one:hum ne tumhari jaan bchai thi,to ab ye jaan hmari hai.us ehsaan k bdle tum hmare gulam ho.
His eyes narrowed:kab?
She chewed,then licked her lips: jab tum doub rhe the.
The sight made him swallowed.He folded his arms and asked him in disbelief:doub rha tha? yahan desert mein?
She scowled at him:us din barish hoi hogi..
In reply of his chuckle she scowled:aur tum baat nhi krskte,mene mnna kya hai.
As he took steps toward her with a laugh, she picked knife from fruit basket.Shaking his head he plopped down to other side & gave her warning:smbhal k,dont gt hurt.
She kept playing with knife.As he tried to grab her feet she scolded:buht hi bdtmee gulam ho, tumhe theek krna pdega.
He grabbed grapes from basket,enjoying her silliness:Darling, Arjun Singhania ko Gulam bnana..mushkil hi nhi,na mumkin hai.
The corner of her mouth lifted in challenge.And than she flattered her lashes:wese hmare bare mein khyal kya hai?
She leaned closer,displaying a healthy amount of supple cleavage in the candlelight.He blinked.Than she stood up running a delicate finger down da length of her pendant's chain and moved behind him.She pressed one hand to his shoulder while da other picked up a dark purple grape from the bowl near his elbow. His body hummed wid anticipation.Her perfume was like a drug.From back,she pulled his head completely down in mattress.She kept her hand on his eyes:can u feel it?
His eyes remain closed as her hands ran from his shoulder to arms to his wrists.
Flattened on his back with his wife straddled across his chest he fought daurge to laugh:What are you,Oh! Careful,dts not a pillow!
She distracted him wid a kiss & while he lost himself in da pleasure of her mouth,he hardly noticed da jingle of her bangle bracelets as her hands worked above him.Only when she drew back did he realize she had handcuffed his both wrists with a tent pole.
This was unexpected.
As quickly as she'd landed on him,she was off.And before he gave a harah tug,she reminded him:zor mt lgana,vrna tent girr jaeyga wo bhi hmare ooper.
Arjun Singhania the consummate seducer,man of the world,was at risk of being soundly beaten at his own game.Damn.
She looked so smug,so proud of herself,that he wanted...no he needed...his hands on her.He growled in warning:mere hath kholo. She purred,walking around:nhi to? kya kroge? hme sza doge?
His gaze drank da sight for her:bikul.
She laughed,the sound rich and musical:hme becheni se intezar hai,tb tk..
He stared at her & in reply she hold his gaze.
She leaned closer,opening buttons of his shirt one by one.Her warm breath setting him on fire.And than.she picked and caressed his bare shoulders with the cold fruit,to his mouth,only to playfully snatch it back to enjoy herself.Featherlight,grape-tinged kisses teased his nape,his collarbone,his earlobe.He turned to reach for her.She stepped back.
She intended to make him pay. With a click of her tongue,she shook her head:hme pehle hi darr tha,tunhe sudharne k ley hume dusre tareqe nikalne istemal krne honge.
:kese tareqe? His mouth went dry.Her eyes darted around the room.Then she smiled again.A devious, seductive smile. That was his fantasy, dammit.
He helplessly:I want to touch you,Arohi.
She shook her head,a devilish sparkle alight in her eyes:Not yet.
Then she started to sway her hips.
She will never,ever,forget da look on Arjun singhania face when she arrested him.
But da ook on his face when she started her seductive dance would be forever burned upon her memory.Hot,Burning,Desire.
Her eyes swept over him.The muted light of da candles illuminated every muscle in sensual detail.Lean,rugged and hard,every inch of him spoke of strength, excitement and mystery.
He gazed at her, watching her sway to the silent music.His eyes were nearly black in the dim light of the tent,but glittering in the intense depths was challenge. And Mrs.Singhania never backed down from a challenge.
Tossing him a seductive grin,she plucked at ine of the scaf, removing it from the belted cinch and than.she throw it on his taut stomach.
His throat worked,his body tense.She could almost hear da thud of his heartbeat as she continued her arousing performance.Shaking her hair back beyond her shoulders,she slipped down one of the thin straps from creamy shoulders.he whispered hoarsely:Arohi.
Taking pity on him,she approached slowly.Dropping to her knees beside him,she bent & touched her nose to his:Do you want me?
He replied:God, yes.
She grinned.Picking da scarf she brushed it across his face:wese gulamo ki aankhein bnd zyada theek rehti hein.
He shook his head in defeat:oh No Arohi.All my fault.He whispered,more to himself:sb meri galti hai,Sultan aur kaneeze kahan.phass gya mein.Igloos next time.Furs aur fires aur ek bda polar bear rug.
She laughed and dn kissed him again,catching his groan of frustration. Soon,though,his groans turned to growls, and she knew that even tied up her husband was a man to be reckoned with.Her breath caught.
Her hands shook as they stroked his skin.She touched,teased,tantalized. Even slightly shaky,he seemed to be enjoying himself,if that shameless smile quirking his lips was any indicator.Thank heaven her face was hidden behind curtains of her silky hairs else he had see da blushing anxious look on her face.
Tracing tiny circles on his breastbone, she kissed the skin beneath his copper-colored nipple with renewed vigor.His swift,sharp intake of breath made her smile against his skin.He pulled hard on his wrists:Arohi
She took her time.Touching, caressing,teasing.Enjoying every sound he made,every curse,every shiver.He continued to order and demanded to be released.Yet she gave him no quarter.Making a man tremble,specially her arrogant husband wid need was da ultimate female power & she reveled in her accomplishment.
She pressed a kiss to his lower belly, & was sure he'd yank da pole right off the ground.Oh, there was no doubt he'd make her pay for this later.
But for now the moment belonged to her.
Leaning toward him,she teased the corner of his mouth with her supple bosom.With a determined lunge,he briefly captured the peak between his lips and smiled at her surprised hiss. She looked him with a scowl and than unbuckle his pant with a look dt shout "You'll pay"
His entire body shook.Taking pity on him, she abandoned her sweet torture and brought her breasts to his mouth once again,then moaned as his tongue circled her nipple.He ticked, nibbled, even bite.She stroked the back of his head with her free hands.She was so lost in sinful act of his mouth.The reality entwined with fantasy as their limbs entwined.
They clung to eachother,deeper & deeper into her, carrying her higher and higher,further and further into a blur of soft sands,of night sky,of wild torment.Crashing into the blinding light,she shattered like a million stars and answered his hoarse cry of surrender wid one of her own.
Snuggled warm & relaxed,spooned against the furnace of her husband's body,she awoke.The memories of previous ecame rushing back, and she flushed with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.She examined his wrists for any mark but he pulled het closer,snuggled his face in her shoulder:let me sleep some more,such a cruel mistress u are.
She felt her cheeks warm wid embarrassment:She pushed him:yaad nhi..ham.ki flight hai.wapis jane ka time hogya,forget these fantady gams.
He rested his head on da support of his head with dt look...A look that could make any woman pride.
Arjun: my games are not going to anywhere...because you are my fantasy.
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