But slowly, she gave in, and I kept feathering her feet while she massaged my head. Her feet were half the size of my palm, which I discovered when I cupped them. The soft tickles made her giggle.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, and I nodded, bringing my finger closer to her ankle. My thumb grazed the bone, and I realised she wasn’t wearing anklets either. I wondered how she would look once she dressed up.
She was beautiful. Her eyes were deep and lovely, and her smile could brighten anyone’s mood. But I felt terrible that she rarely smiled. I had hardly seen her smile in four years, but I could bet now she was smiling under my touch.
I took a deep breath and brought my hand closer to her calf, softly brushing my fingertips against her skin.
She narrowed her thighs. I could feel her body responding to my touch.
“How was your day?” I asked slowly.
“As always,” she replied breathlessly, as if caught between a moan and a whine.
“Like dreaming about me,” I murmured, cupping her to feel its thickness.
“Um… no, I don’t,” she muttered as I lowered my hand to her toes, intertwining my fingers. She immediately grabbed my bicep and pressed my fingers with her toes. A smile curved my lips.
My dinner is ready to be eaten.
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13. Suman
His fingers made me question everything about my life and beliefs.
I sat frozen as the featherlight touches of his fingers on my feet and calf felt surreal for reasons I couldn’t list. His warm breath grazed my thighs through the fabric. The weight of his head was too heavy on my lap to ignore.
I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress the sound that proved how much he was affecting me.
A sizzling shiver ran through my body when I felt the rough texture of his fingers slowly glide down my calf to my feet, reaching my toes and intertwining his fingers through them.
My hand instinctively clutched his arm, even as I tried not to anticipate. Ironically, my mind was already too overwhelmed and dizzy to recognise I was, in fact, anticipating.
A slow, deep exhale escaped my lips, and I quickly pressed my lips together.
My brows knitted together, sensing how calmly he could ignite my world. And he had just begun.
“Kunwar-sa,” I muttered with a tremor in my voice, trying to remind him it wasn’t right. But I couldn’t, because I had lost the ability to differentiate right from wrong after stepping into this chamber, seated on his bed, and under his mercy.
That was enough for me to give up everything if it meant spending some time with him, even in silence. That was what he was doing to me. He captivated me effortlessly. Or maybe he was trying, after all.
A wave of thrill rolled through my body, and I stiffened, pressing my thighs together. The sensations crawled up my legs like butterflies dancing. Feathering them, he gently pulled his fingers back from my toes to the bridge of my foot.
I gulped and bit my lips, trying hard to remain quiet and convince him it didn’t bother me.
But it was. God, it bothered me beyond words.
His fingers took me to places I had never been. A place that felt cold on my skin and warm to my insides. It appeared darker to my eyes, but kindled something inside me. I felt an itch between my thighs and an urge to press my legs together to dispel it.
A sweet wetness erupted down there, and the moment he muttered in his deep, hoarse voice,“You are beautiful,” I felt my nipples aching against my blouse.
I couldn’t believe how crazy I was feeling. And how he did that without even trying.
Was he too much for me to handle?
Oh, well, he was.
I bit my lower lip as he sat up, sending a shiver down my spine. He held my waist and pulled me closer to him.
