"Stop resisting, sweetheart.." He croons as he lowers his face and nuzzles at her headscarf covered neck. "Just feel, pretty girl..just feel it."
He glides his finger upward over her panty covered slit before rubbing in circles. He lost count of how many times he repeatedly did this till her breathing became labored. She attempted to close her legs against his hand and he lets out a dark chuckle. Even if his hand was trapped between her legs, he continued jerking it against her sensitive fabric covered clįt.
Within a couple of minutes, he sensed her body beginning to tense even more and he knew she was on the brink of her orgasm. That's when he stopped moving his hand and pulled it out from between her legs. He nearly thought he was mistaken when he heard what appeared to be a muffled sound of protest from her mouth. It took all of his inner strength not to ravish her right then and there.
"Oh you didn't want me to stop, huh?" He laughs softly as his fingers caress her bruised derrière. "Look at you, soaking wet..dripping all over my pants.."
She remains silent and he continues. "Well too bad, this was your punishment..not meant to make you cūm. Today was strike one, I'm giving you two more chances not to disobey me..or else.Now be a good girl and go to sleep, it's getting late.."
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Sanam's POV
I woke up in the middle of the night with a parched mouth, craving of water. My body felt hot and heavy like a ton of bricks from a brick oven. Shifting from my side to my back, I can't help but wince in pain as my derrière touches the mattress. That's when I remember, the agonizing humiliation I had been subjected to by the demon hours ago.
In repleted shame, I turn my head in his direction. The moonlight was partially blanketed by wispy clouds, yet filtered through the cavernous balcony window eerily. I couldn't see his features from the darkness that enshrouded the room, except for the outline of his wide masculine figure, which lay besides me.
What has my life come to ?
I blink back tears, as I swallow the growing lump within my dry throat. I couldn't decipher why my body has always failed me in resisting his disgusting advances. Even now my treacherous body craves that release he nearly brought me to before he pulled his fingers away. How can it be the effects of aphrodisiacs still remaining within my bloodstream after two days?
I had nearly ended my life today, that's how weary my mind and body was of this life I had to continue living. Last year, this time I knew a life of simplicity with my mother. How I longed for those days to return. It didn't matter anymore that we lived a poor life without a father figure in the household, it was a life much more better and liveable than what I had now.
Blinking away at my tears, I lift my leg out from under the covers one by one. As I crawl towards the edge of the bed, a sudden yelp of fright escapes my lips. A strong heavy arm weighing like a block of white marble, clamps around over my waist.
"Where you going?" Emits a gruff masculine voice, rough around the edge.
Knowing what he was capable of, I answer with timid caution. "I-i'm thirsty.."
"Kiss me then."
"W-what?!" I stutter.
What the hell?!
"Kiss me." He repeats softly, wicked sense of amusement tinges his words.
A few seconds of uncomfortable silence elapse, I lay there stunned over his request.
"Come here, wife..kiss your husband." He cooes to me as if I'm a child, while giving me a gentle tug around my waist.
"You'll p-punish me if I don't?" I ask cautiously, unable to see his features in the dark.
It takes a moment for him to answer, voice now without a trace of amusement. "Ofcourse not."
With that, he removes his arm from my waist, and I let out a breath of relief. The bedsheets rustle, as I see his outline arising from the bed. I can't help but noticed again, how tall his figure appears.
He strides around the bed and halts infront of me while proffering his hand out. "Since my dear wifey broke the water pitcher here not too long ago, lets head down stairs for some drinks."
The austerity within his tone made me think twice as to not disobey him right now. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned my thirst or the punishment. I should have kept quiet till the night passed.
His large rough hand clasps around mine and he remarks in sudden concern. "Your hands are as cold as ice!"
Before I can process over his words and respond, he places the back of his hand against my forehead. "Yet your forehead is burning..a fever.." He shakes his head. "Its my fault...I'm such a fūck up!"
Then in a split second he gathers me swiftly up bridal style in his sturdy arms, earning a frightened yelp from my throat. "W-what are y-you doing?!"
"I'll make you some soup, sweetheart." He replies firmly. "We'll take care of this nasty little fever." With that he pecks me on my cheek with a chaste kiss.
Again, I'm completely shocked over this odd unwanted gesture. My body too weak by the creeping fever to fight out of his tight grip.
As he begins descending the stairs, I can't help but instinctively brace my palm against his chest inorder not to fall. But I immediately remove it when I feel the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat beneath his shirt covered chest.
I was no less confounded that his heart was beating as erratically as mine. Catching a glimpse of his shadowed face, I notice an expression of determined resolve. It appears as if he was about to embark out on some important mission.
He sets me down on a leather couch as he places a cushion behind my head before dragging a plush furry throw over my body. Then he walks over to the light switch and turns on the lights to a very dim setting.
My stomach does somersaults as soon as the dim lights switch on and I see him with his noble features. The silky strands of his hair was tousled in a bed head look. A few of his shirt buttons were undone, revealing his defined chest muscles and the very light barely noticeable golden hair over it. As much as I hate him, I couldn't deny how excruciatingly handsome he appears.
For some odd reason, he reminded me of a lion with his ultra golden mane and kingly attitude. Yet a second later I thought, his resemblance competed with Michael Angelo's sculptures or Boticelli's paintings of the Renaissance.
I didn't understand, why someone like him would choose me as his wife. I just couldn't make sense of this, especially when so many beautiful women must throw themselves at him. Yet he's married me, a completely unwilling normal simple girl. What a truly weird and disturbing attraction does this man have for me.
And looks are certainly deceivable in his case, for his interior is a demented individual. What he subjected me through is completely the works of a psycho. Plus, he's a ruthless killer belonging to a thriving criminal organization.
I hate you so much!
"I'll switch on the t.v. for you, princess."
His gentle voice obstructs me from my thoughts, readjusting my vision on him as he turns on the HD cinematic televsion. I remain silent while he flicks through the channels with the remote, and finally settles for an animated Disney movie.
"Aladdin ?" I remark blankly.
"What? You don't want to watch it?" He looks back at me with merriment twinkling in his sapphire eyes before he turns back to the t.v. screen. "I used to hate this animation, Arielle loves it. I would constantly tell Rachael to ban this from Arielle."
"Why?"
"I used to despise your kind..I didn't want my niece influenced by your culture."
Our eyes lock together at his statement and I can't help but question. "So you..you don't hate Muslims anymore?"
"It's neutral, get on my bad side and Ofcourse I'd hate anyone regardless of faith." His lips quirk in amusement. "And..I still despise some of the men...that ex husband of yours..swine like him didn't deserve you at all."
I frown deeply. "What makes you think you deserve me?"
Instantly, his smirk vanishes and arctic winter eyes drill into mine with a severe expression from across the room. "I don't, no one is worthy of you..princess...I'm no less of
a swine...the only difference between your ex and I, is that I was blessed enough to taste the drink within your mouth. I'll be damned, if anyone else dare try after me."
"So you enjoy stealing wives of other men." I nearly snap irascibly. "Or only from Muslim men?"
"You're so adorable, you have no idea how adorable you are." He lets out a velvety chuckle, causing me to blush. He shakes his head. "If you were a Catholic nun, it would make no difference to my desire for you. You just happen to be Muslim, and I'm not complaining..haven't I made it known to you..how hot I find the differences between us? It's a major turn on, don't you think?"
"No!" I glare at him. "It's not."
He raises a brow and smirks as he reminds. "All those times, under my finesse, your body reacted in opposition to the words you say now..wifey."
My cheeks intensify with a scarlet hue as I look elsewhere but him. Damn him! Why does he have to mention the shameless behavior on my account to his ministrations.
"You forced me.." I say in a disturbed quiet tone. "Like you did tonight." I shifted uncomfortably on my pained derrière.
"You left me no choice, sweetheart." All traces of vanity departs his voice, replaced by severeness. "I'm your husband, do not disobey me."
I swallow hard, as my vision begins pooling with tears again, my gaze downcast and hidden from him.
I hate you..
He strides away in the direction of the kitchen. "I'll make you some soup, stay put..don't try anything foolish while I'm gone."
I waited about two minutes, before I vaulted from the couch. My feverish body weighing me down and my head spun. I couldn't remain here in his gilded prison, I had to figure out some way to escape. Who knows what sick things he will do next? Dread floods my veins. His punishment has caused me a fever, weakening me inside out.
My eyes scour around for a landline telephone, until I give up and rush to the floor to glass window panels. I stare down hopelessly at the bolts that contained an automatic card scanner, password or key. Perhaps I should shatter the window, but how can I right now when I'm running a fever? I won't be able to get far till he apprehends me again.
Shoulders slumped in repleted defeat, I trudge back to the leather couch and get under the plush throw.
When you get better, break that window! Wait for it Sanam!
I've been absentmindedly staring at the animated Disney film playing on t.v. for several minutes until the demon shows up in the lounge.
He's carrying a tray upon which a steaming bowl is set and right next to it some prescription pill bottle and glass of water. "Sit up, wifey."
I reluctantly arise to a seating position as he sets the tray before me on the coffee table. There are bits of veggies and noodles drifting around in the bowl of soup, the aroma pleasant to my nose.
"I can feed myself." I say in a near adamant tone as I try scooting away from him.
"Wife." He warns sternly, wintry eyes levelled with mine. "What did I say about disobeying your husband?"
I glumly scoot back near him and he tucks a napkin under my neck while saying. "You're not feeling well, let me care for you.."
"Open." He ushers, eyes dancing in mirth as he brings a spoon filled with noodles and veggie soup towards my mouth. My lips remain clamped shut.
"Come on sweetheart, you don't want to remain sick for long do you?" He frowns.
"I'm not eating that! What if you've laced with drugs!?" I stammer, my palms shaking. "And then you'd try to have your disgusting way with me while I'm passed out!"
"I've had plenty of chances to take advantage of you while you were under the influence of drugs." He reminds the obvious.
"Besides..I don't want you passed out.." He pauses, intense eyes suggestively roving over my figure and he lowers his voice to a husky whisper. "I prefer you willing..needy as I am.."
My face flushes crimson, I immediately cast my eyes down at my clasped hands as my heartbeat quickens.
He brings the spoon towards my lips again. "Open your lovely mouth, don't disobey me..or I might change my mind and have you without consent."
Without a second thought, I part my lips instantly in sudden dread. He slips the spoon gently in and the warm content fills my mouth. Inwardly, I was surprised how pleasant the taste of the soup was.
Five minutes of awkward silence lapses by as his intent focus is entirely on me while he feeds me the soup. I was sweating profusely and he notices. "How about you take off that headscarf."
"No."
He frowns again. "I'm your husband, don't need to conceal your hair from me." He sets aside the bowl, and reaches over to unpin my hijab and I grimace.
Once he slips its off, he brushes the tendrils of hair sticking to my forehead away and remarks. "You're temperature is improving, here take this medicine and you'll recover sooner."
He holds a pill over my mouth while the glass of water in the other. "Come on, open..don't make this difficult, dollface."
I sigh in defeat as I part my lips for the pill and then wash it down with the glass of water he was holding to my mouth.
He sets aside the glass and in a split second, gathers me up bridal style in his arms. "Let's get some sleep now, I would like to take you shopping tomorrow.Spoil you senseless."
"I don't want anything from you." I mutter under my breath as I refuse meeting his sharp eyes.
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The next morning, I awake thankfully alone. I glance over at his side of the bed and notice a crisp sheet of paper. I pluck it up between my fingers and read.
To My Wife,
Get ready for a shopping trip today in preparations for our upcoming honeymoon, the world over. I'm awaiting your presence downstairs in dining room up till 11am. If you're not downstairs by then, consider it a second strike out and another round of punishment your way. Do not disobey, dollface.
~Your sincere husband.
Anger courses through me as I tear the note into pieces. Dastard, thinks I'll suffer his criminality for long!
I pilfer a glance over at the digital clock, 9:17am. Leaping out of bed, I sprint over to the cavernous balcony windows with the dresser stool. Lifting the stool up, I slam it against the window. I repeatedly do this for a couple of more minutes and yet to no avail.
Finally I give up after another minute, the steel stool didn't even mar the window glass in the slightest bit. What kind of a glass was this anyway?
I glance at the time again, 9:45am. I had another hour left before he arrives upstairs to punish me for being late.Dreading his punishment, I trudge towards the wardrobe and select out a white collared button up shirt, a grey hoodie, black jeans and a black hijab. I dash into the bathroom for a hot shower, my body still recovering from the traces of fever.
Some 30 minutes later, I descend the stairs in repleted apprehension. My steps growing heavy as I approached the dining area.
When I enter, I overhear him conversing on his phone. "I plan on also taking her to Tahiti...yes..hmm..Ofcourse first I'll take her to America..that should be the top priority.." His ocean blue eyes lock with mine across the room, and a lazy smile tugs at his lips. "I'll call you later, I have an important matter to tend to now."
He ends the call without taking his eyes away from me, dressed casually in jeans and a cream colored sweater, golden hair styled formally.
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