As the pain subsided, my body craved more. His fingers on my skin made me feel needy.
I couldn’t help but move against his fingers. Everything felt slick, overwhelming. My eyes slipped shut as the sensations climbed slowly up my spine, crest after crest. One after another, his fingers glided gently, and I felt, at last, what I had been missing all these years. My body stirred awake, suddenly alive, as though bone, blood, and skin were being unearthed after centuries of dormancy.
He gradually slid the dagger into me, thrusting it softly and slowly, intensifying its touch.
I gripped his wrist tightly as a loud moan escaped my lips.
“I want a lot of sweetness dripping over it.” His lazy words tightened my stomach, pulling me back from the edge.
I dug my nails into his wrist out of frustration.
He kissed my neck as a reward, calming me and guiding me back to the structure of release he was slowly and carefully creating.
When my hips found a rhythm, he replaced his fingers with the thumb of his other hand, the one holding the dagger, and encircled his hand around my waist. His palm was way bigger compared to mine.
His hand reached up, sliding my blouse, and he cupped my breast. It fit perfectly in his palm.
I looked back into his eyes in the mirror as he looked at me.
“The next time you have doubts, come to me; it would be pleasurable for both of us.”
His words made me close my eyes, and he pressed my breast harder.
I struggled against him. It was too much to bear. I felt like I was hanging by a thread, yearning for release.
A loud moan escaped my lips as he suddenly cupped my neck and tilted it backwards, stretching my spine to make me look into his eyes.
“And next time, I want you in my bed naked, writhing under me,” he muttered against my lips, brushing them teasingly, and I shattered, feeling the wildest sensations crawling over me.
He wrapped his arm around me as I lost my balance from the powerful shudders hitting me like ocean waves.
I panted heavily as he slowly removed the dagger.
My knees gave out, and I collapsed against him, resting my head on his chest.
My skirt fell to my feet, and I looked at him, rubbing the wet, slick handle of the dagger on my crimson cheek.
I timidly closed my eyes, and the next moment, I felt like I was out of this world.
I felt his tongue on my cheek, licking the wetness, cleaning my cheek dirtily.
He gulped, then kissed my cheek.
“Suman,”
Suddenly, Daadi-sa’s voice grabbed my attention, causing me to shiver in fear.
I shifted my weight on my feet and looked at him in confusion.
“Suman, open the door. They’re here,”
I felt a flutter of fear in my stomach as he smirked at me.
He wiped my cheek and kissed me again.
“Let me help.”
I gulped nervously and looked at him, setting the dagger on the table before adjusting my blouse. I gathered my hair in my hand as he began tying the strings of my blouse.
