Something New
“You can control it. I know you can.”
“That much trust in me isn’t normal.”
I smile. He’s such a good man. “I trust that you won’t go too far. We promised each other that we wouldn’t hurt the other on purpose.
“I know but do you really want to try this?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ll stop me if it becomes too much?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t hate me after?”
“I could never hate you,” I tell him sincerely.
The corners of his lips tilt up briefly before his expression becomes neutral.
He stares at my naked form and I fight the urge to cover my body. No matter how many times he’s seen me naked, I always feel shy around him.
I close my eyes and wait in anticipation.
My body jerks as he hits my left nipple using a little force with his belt. It stings but unexpectedly becomes pleasurable. It might be the anticipation which caused tingles to form on the sensitive part of my body, leading to my pleasure. He watches my reaction, waiting for me to shout at him or beg for him to stop.
When he sees that I’m okay, he raises the belt again, but then stops.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” He shakes his head.
“It hurts me to hurt you. I’m only doing this for you,” he says.
“I know. It’s only for today and... maybe in the future if we change our minds,” I say with a coy look.
Without warning, he hits my other nipple. “Naughty woman.”
My eyes widen at the sudden change in his behaviour but my heart swells in love. He’s doing this for me. Every day, I fall deeper in love with him. His love, care, and attention make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
His eyes are dark and he hits me across my stomach. I crunch over slightly. Okay, that hurt more than I expected.
Regret weighs on his face. “I’m sorry.”
He gently rubs my stomach and then dips a finger into my belly button. I squirm, feeling ticklish but as pokes me deeper, I feel a shock of pleasure course through my body.
“Samrat, stop teasing me,” I moan.
He takes it further by using his belt to trace the curves of my body lightly and almost feather-like. I can’t help but raise my knees as my core tingles and grows wetter.
“Spread you legs, Rakti,” he commands.
I part them and he lets his belt buckle tease me between my legs. The cold metal sends pleasure through my body. I wait for his next move but he continues to tease me. The anticipation increases and keeps me on the path to climax.
Suddenly, I hear the whoosh of the belt coming down and it hits me between my legs. I shout more in surprise than pain. He soothes me with the leather and my wetness drips down. He had lightly hit my clit and my stomach flutters as I watch him stare at it.
“I can’t do this anymore.” With that, he throws the belt across the room and dives down to suck on my clit.
My body jerks into his mouth and I grip his hair, pushing him further into me. He sucks on my clit as if his life depends on it.
Waves of pleasure thrive in my veins and I lock my legs behind his head. His tongue flicks out, licking, teasing, and bringing me to the edge.
He pulls back slightly and I whine. “Don’t stop, please,” I beg.
Samrat chuckles and his breath cools my core momentarily. He moves closer and teases my clit with a gentle kiss. I squirm, wanting to move closer but he holds me in place. I let him have control, loving the feeling I get when I surrender to him.
I can fight against him any time I want except for when we’re in bed together. Then, I let him gain control and use me like a puppet, playing with my body just so, and increasing both of our pleasures.
In our short time together, I learned that he enjoys giving me pleasure more than when I give him the same. I find it unfair but he doesn’t mind and I can tell he’s honest about it.
He’s every romantic book lover’s dream and I’m lucky to have him.
“I love you,” I whisper and in response, he nips at my clit.
“I love you.”
He presses his tongue hard against me and rubs up and down, then left and right, and around in circles. I can’t help but hump his face and the ecstasy leads me to an orgasm.
Moaning out loud, I use both my hands and legs to hold me tight against him. The sounds of his quiet slurping fills our quiet room and echoes off the walls.
“Right there, don’t stop!”
I let out a quiet moan and gasp as I reach my climax. He continues to drink out of me and my toes curl against the bed sheet.
I don’t think I come down from my orgasm even as he pulls away and lubricates himself from the wetness on my skin.
His penis is the largest I’ve ever seen, but then again, his is the only one I saw. He teases me with his tip, rubbing it between my labia and poking my vagina, but never entering. He even presses his erection against my sore clit and a zap of lightning shoots through.
I expect him to insert himself, but instead, he continues to rub against me, torturing the both of us.
A low moan escapes his throat and as I scrape my nails against his back, he rubs against me harder.
“I want you to cum inside me.”
“I know,” he grunts but doesn’t move inside.
I throw my head back as I near my second climax but don’t reach it completely as he slows down. How he’s able to hold himself back is beyond me.
“Please, Samrat. I can’t wait any longer.”
Ever so slowly, he inserts himself. I moan his name and hold myself back from pushing him into me all at once. After completely entering me, he remains there unmoving. I frown and wiggle my hips in an attempt to gain pleasure, but he’s still.
“Samrat,” I whine, “Move, please. I beg you.”
Again, he moves slowly. I can feel every inch of his penis leave until his tip remains. Then, he comes back in at the same pace.
I arch my back in attempt to make him go faster, but he wants to tease me. Growing frustrated, I give him a warning knowing that it’ll do the trick.
“If you don’t fuck me like the world is ending today then I’m going to masturbate in the shower.”
The words barely left my mouth before he’s pounding into me, his pelvis grinding against my clit. A loud moan escapes my throat and my hips jerk upwards to meet his every thrust. One hand wraps around my throat while the other is used to steady his body.
My orgasm builds and I feel his penis swell, adding to both of our pleasures.
“You’re such a naughty woman,” he chuckles breathlessly.
“Only for you,” I reply.
He maintains a steady pace, keeping us both just moments away from reaching the brink of climax yet never completely reaching it. I love when he does this to prolong our intimacy.
Samrat squeezes my throat before letting go and he leans closer so that his chest rubs against my swollen nipples. His mouth lands on mine in a short kiss.
“Are you close?”
I nod my head.
His pace increases slightly and he rubs my clit with his thumb. I gasp, unable to moan as he torments my body. I tease his testicles and he groans, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
With one more circle made on my clit, I reach my high and seconds later he follows as my vaginal walls clench around his dick. I feel his semen enter me and drip down my legs. He places his head in the crook of my neck, his pants caressing my skin in comfort.
I rub his back to soothe him and he smiles against my skin, placing a light kiss on it. He removes his dick out of my body and changes his position.
We cuddle in bed with his head on my chest, right where my heart beats. We should shower and sleep, but neither of us has the energy to move.
“I can’t believe I fulfilled a fantasy of yours from a book. You need to stop reading those books,” he mumbles.
I laugh and playfully tug on his ear. “It’s your job as a husband to at least fulfill one fantasy.”
In response, he tweaks my sore nipple. I let out a quiet yelp and he immediately soothes it with his tongue.
“I have helped you fulfill more than one wish and you know it.”
“I know. You must have sexual fantasies of your own,” I question.
“I don’t.” I roll my eyes.
He can lie all he wants but I’m his wife. I can tell there is at least one thing he wants to try but is refusing to tell me.
“Samrat, you need to tell me. It’s not fair that you hide your fantasies. I don’t care what they are. As long as you know we can control the situation, we’ll be okay.”
His fingers trace mindless patterns on my skin and my heart swells in love for the man. His lovemaking is always gentle, fearful of pushing too far, but with the right buttons pressed, he becomes primal. I wonder what he desires?
“I want to take you blindfolded,” he whispers after a moment. I can tell that he’s blushing without looking.
“That’s it?”
“No.”
I run my hands through his soft black hair. My lovely husband needs to start expressing his fantasies. I can’t be the only one shamelessly begging him to try things with me.
“What else, Meri Jaan?”
He draws a heart on my arm with his index finger, then traces the letters of his name on my hand before entwining our fingers.
“I want to tie your hands to the headboard. You can keep your legs.”
I giggle. “Thank you so much for your generosity, my lord.”
“You’re welcome,” he replies, innocence coating his words.
He’s going to be the death of me.
“Anything else?”
He nods. “I want to edge you and later make you orgasm as many times as you can.”
My eyes widen. What the hell is happening to my husband? This side of him is a side I had never thought he would have. I know he can be a bit rough with me with encouragement, but wow.
“Why did you keep this from me? If I had known you wanted to torment me with pleasure, I would have let you do it a long time ago.”
Samrat is quiet for a moment. I already know what his answer would be, but I wait patiently for him to tell me anyway.
“I didn’t want to scare you. You know I can be rough sometimes but I don’t go beyond what you want me to do. I thought that if I told you, you would get mad or hate me.”
The vulnerability in his voice brings tears to my eyes. I tug on his hair and he raises his head to look at me.
“All you need to do is tell me what you want and need. If I feel comfortable, I’ll do it. If not, then we can work on an alternative together. I want you to promise me that you’ll talk to me. You’ll tell me about your desires, your fantasies, and your dreams. I will always find a way to help you reach them. I promise.”
His smile brightens his beautiful eyes. “I promise, Rakti. I’ll try my best. You know I find it hard to talk about my feelings, but I promise that I will try.”
With that, he seals our promise with a kiss.
