SANA POV
"Ah!"—thrust — "Fuck!" —thrust" — "Bab,"
I got shushed by his mouth. He kisses me hard. He moves his mouth as fast as his hips move. He throws my legs over his shoulder, to fuck harder and deeper, making me see the fucking stars in this early morning.
I couldn't sleep for a moment from the time I entered my room, all fucking naked, hanging like a monkey on him.
As we entered inside, our little talk about Dad and Mum was long forgotten. I was literally thrown in my bed and he jumped on me and ate me like a fucking predator and fucked me like a true beast.
He is on a mission to kill me with love aka non-stop sex. He is being fucking me all night. Sometimes sweet and gentle and sometimes rough and hard.
Now it's time for a hard fuck.
But, yes, he is a little generous. I got a 30 minute break in between after each round to rest. But in those 30 minutes, he was busy either eating my milk or eating my boobs.
My whole body is in pain. My whole body has marks of his bites and hand prints. I am so fucking sore right now, I can't take him more, physically. But, mentally I want more and fucking more.
I am a sucker for him. I'm not feeling ashamed to admit that I am a horny fucking bitch. Who is always ready to get fucked by this Greek fucking God, named Sidharth Shukla.
"Sidharth,"—thrust— "Baby?" —thrust— "please?"
I begged him to stop after this round.
He left my mouth, "You fucking asked for it, Princess. You asked for it." He moves to my neck, and licks my neck, making me shiver and moan.
"Umhm, baby,"
I know, he is not at fault for my condition. I was the one who fucking dared to provoke him. I called him a "coward". He told me what Dad said to him. I even called him an "old man". Now he is proving me, neither is he a coward nor an old man.
"Fuck!" I gasp, when I felt his hand landed on my swell butt cheeks. He spanked me. Fucking hard. He spanked me many times by now. I am sure it's red now. I don't know how I'm gonna sit right now after this.
"That's what I am doing, princess." He whispered in my ear, wrapping his hand around my neck, to choke me.
I love choking and bondage. Why? I don't know. Or maybe I do. That fucker, Manish, he choked me and was holding my hands and legs with his hands and legs when he was forcing himself on me. I was just 11. But I still remember what happened that night.
I was playing with Pinku and Dolly. I had a beautiful pink glittery dressed barbie doll. She was Pinku's girlfriend. I was alone in my room. I was already done with my school homework. And, Mum went downstairs to get my dinner.
Seeing me alone, he entered my room, all drunk. Seeing him, I got angry as usual. I never liked him. I always hated him. He was the home breaker of my parents.
"Leave." I asked him to leave. But he didn't leave. Instead, he came to me, and snatched Pinku and Dolly from my hand and threw them away, on the floor.
I got more angry with him and asked him to leave again. "Get out, from my room." I said, showing the door, pointing my index finger.
But he didn't leave. He stayed. He looked at me in anger, as if he wanted to kill me. Then suddenly his eyes color changes into something darker. Like some demon has possessed him. He looked evil to me.
"Go away." I again told him. He didn't move from his place.
He was looking in my eyes, then his eyes moved down to my lips, then to the neck then to my chest, finally stopped on my breast. At that time I didn't have the big boobs that I have now. But anyone can tell I have something there to hold on in their palm. I used to wear bras already.
"I said, GO." I again said firmly. I don't fear him. I never feared him. After all, I'm the daughter of Suraj Gill. A man of honor. A man whom people fear not fear of.
But that fucker didn't leave. He stayed still for a moment, looking at me like I'm his prey that he wants to devour and he looked like a living Satan to me.
"I said leave my room. Now." He didn't leave. His eyes moved more down to my flat belly and then to my exposed legs. I was wearing a pink t-shirt and kneel length skirts that time.
"You little piece of trash, I never never knew you're this beautiful." Saying, he pushed in bed, making me lay on my back and pinned my hands over my head. It all happened so fast I could understand anything.
"I'm gonna ruin you so fucking bad. Your asshole Dad wouldn't be able to fix it." Then he tried to kiss me forcefully and started to rub himself against me.
That moment I came into my senses. I understood what he was trying to do with me. Mum already told me and taught me few stuffs about sexual harassment.
As I felt his mouth on me. I moved my face to the other side to save myself and tried to push him away, with my shoulder and kicking my legs to free myself from his tight hold. He was strong. So, it didn't work and I started to cry and call out for help. Calling for Mum.
"Divya aunty. Help?" That time I used to call her aunty. But she didn't come, immediately. She came after sometime.
"Shut up, you little bitch." As I was screaming so much and moving my legs to get out of his grip, he locked my legs with his and tried to choke me hard, leaving me almost breathless. I guess he was trying to kill me or something.
"Stop!" I tried to say many times when he was busy assaulting me.
It was just about 5-6 minutes thing but it was a fucking nightmare for me. Thank God Mum came in hurry and saved me, pulling that man away from me. Almost dragging him away on the floor.
I never thought she was that strong to move a man like him. He was tall and very strong in physics. Gym guy after all. I guess it's that mother's love, which gave her so much strength to save me. Her daughter. From that day I started to call her Divya mom.
I desperately need her as my mother. Dad please fall in love with that woman. Please dad.
"Princess," Sidharth's hold on my neck suddenly got a little tighter, like the way I like. But, now I'm not liking it. Suddenly, I am feeling saffocated.
Oh! God! I need air. I need air. I need air.
Stop
I'm feeling breathless suddenly. My body is getting cold and sweaty. Not for the sex but I guess I'm having a panic.
Oh! God!
"You are so fucking mine. Baby." He keeps fucking me.
Please. Stop.
I guess he couldn't hear me. I need to be loud. I need to be loud.
"Stop! Stop. Stop. PLEASE. STOP IT." I yelled loudly throwing my hands and legs, taking him off guard.
He stopped whatever he was doing and looked at me in shock. As I was screaming like I needed help. Like I needed to be saved from him. As if he was forcing himself on me. As if he was— him.
Manish
He knows I need comfort. I needed him. So, he pulled himself out of me, careful not to hurt me and lay down next to me and pulled me into his arms, and hugged me tightly to calm me. But I was a crying mess. I am feeling so pathetic right now I can't describe it in words.
I so want to die
"Just breathe. Okay? Just take deep breaths. I am here. I am here, Princess. Calm down baby."
He let me cry as long as I wished. All the time he was holding me tight in his arms, protectively. I held him tightly, and cried in his chest.
Once I stopped crying, he pulled my face out from his chest and looked at me in concern, cupping my face.
"Princess, you okay?" He asked, gently stroking my cheeks.
How could I even think Sidharth as him? How could I do this to my Sidharth? How? How? How?
"I..." I tried to apologize. But I couldn't. My voice was not coming out. I guess I lost my voice.
For this, I again started to cry and quickly looked away from him and hid my face with my hands and the next moment I was a crying mess, feeling pathetic.
I know, he knows what I did back then. I know he is hurt. But, I know he won't voice it out. He will keep it to himself and act normal. As if I never made him feel like he was forcing himself on me. Which he didn't. He will act like the perfect boyfriend that he is.
God! I want to die. Please, kill me.
"Oh God! Princess," He pulled my face and made me look like him, cupping my face. I can see only love and concern in his black eyes.
Fuck
"It's okay." He kissed my cheeks sweetly
No. It's not. OKAY. I want to die.
He continued, "You don't need to feel guilty about it. Okay?"
I can't. I can't. I CAN'T! Help but feel guilty. I want to die.
He kept talking, "I am sorry I made you feel like that."
No you didn't. It wasn't you. It was him. And my chaotic mind. It was never you. I so want to die.
"I'm sorry I made you remember HIM. When we were in the middle—" His voice broke. I can tell, now he is blaming himself for everything. When he has no fault.
Please don't, blame yourself. Please. It will kill me then.
He rested his forehead against mine, with closed eyes. I also closed my eyes and held him tightly wrapping my arms around him.
"I promise you, It won't happen again."
No. It's not your fault. It's not. Your fault. It me.
"I promise."
No. Stop.
"I will be gentle with you."
Fuck no. I love when you're rough on me.
"I promise,"
Please God no.
"I will keep it in mind."
Stop it.
"I will never hurt you."
No. No. No. You never hurt me.
"I'll always protect you." He kissed my forehead."I love you Princess."
I love you more.
The next moment I felt a hot drop of tears on my face. He is crying. Because of me. I couldn't hold back my cry anymore.
"Princess, it's okay baby."
No. It's not okay.
"It's fine."
No. It's not fine.
"I am not hurt."
I know you are but you won't say it to me. You won't and it's killing me more than anything.
"I'm just worried for you, Baby."
I know, you are. Why can't I talk?
He kissed my forehead and pulled me into his chest, and I let him hold me. I don't want him to leave me. Alone.
"No. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong." I finally found my voice back.
"Shhhh! Keep quiet." He said.
"No. I won't. It's him. It's me. It's my fucked up mind. I am sorry that I made you feel that way. I am so sorry Sidharth. I really don't deserve you. You're too good for me. I am a mess. I am a chaotic person, with a chaotic mind. I don't deserve, you." I finally voice it out to him.
I really don't deserve him. I never did. People say, if you truly love someone, you let them go, for good. For their good. But I am too selfish to let him go. I can't do this. I can't live without him, even for a second.
He pulled my face out and cupped my face. I looked into his eyes with blurry vision. He cleaned the tears from my face and eyes. And I finally could see him clearly.
"I love my Princess. And I don't care if she is a mess. If her mind is fucked up. If she is fucker up. If she is a chaotic person. I don't care baby. If you do all these then, I love mess. I love chaos. I love you Sana Gill. Understand?"
I couldn't hold back my tears again.
"Shhhh! No more crying. Stay quiet, baby. You need rest. Once you sleep peacefully, you will feel better. Okay?" He kissed my forehead gently and pulled back in his chest again and patted my head to make me sleep.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly
"It's okay. Sleep,"
"Don't leave me alone."
"I won't."
"I mean ever?"
"That's what I meant, Princess. I won't ever leave you alone. But promise me you won't hurt yourself after this."
I won't lie. "I'll try."
"I can't lose you Sana. Promise me you won't hurt yourself. Please promise me Princess. Please." I felt a drop of hot tears on my shoulder.
I comes out from his chest, and wipes off the tears from his eyes and face. "I promise." I kissed his forehead. "I won't hurt myself." This time I was honest.
"Thank you." Then he kissed my whole face to pamper me like always. "Now sleep."
"You?" I asked.
"I'll sleep too. Now close your eyes like a good girl." He said kissing my eyes.
"I love you," Then I hid myself in him and closed my eyes to sleep
"I love you more, Princess." Today I understood, he really does love me more than I do love him.
"I'll always protect you from your inner demons, Princess. I promise." That's the last thing I heard before I finally fell asleep.
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"Dad? Mum?" Sidharth and I, got a big shock as we went to meet Dad in his study room, before leaving for home, in the afternoon.
Mum was laying down on his desk, messy hair, messed up saree. Dad was on top of her, half naked, topless. They were literally kissing each other minutes ago, using their lips and tongue.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I asked, looking at them with wide open eyes.
Both looked at us in shock. They're still in the same position. Dad on top of Mum, their lips are still locked together.
Shameless
"Yeah! What the fuck?" I heard Sidharth's shocked voice from my right side.
Hearing his words both quickly get up from the desk. Mum hurriedly fixed her hair, saree and look. Then Dad put on his t-shirt which was laying on the floor minutes ago. And looked at us in embarrassment. Which is obvious. They were making out on his desk.
"Dad? What the hell is this?" I asked again.
Mum didn't move from her place. She stays still, looking down at the floor, playing with her pallu out of nervousness but mostly shame.
"Please explain? What's going on here?" I asked Dad.
"Sana," He looked at Mum and got angry at her. Why? I don't know. "Look up Divya."
"Dad! Don't talk to her like that." I warned him.
"Princess, relax."
"No. He was literally all over her. At least, he should show some respect to her." I said.
Fucking playboy couldn't get any other women to fuck so he have to fuck my Mum.
God! I can't believe this man.
"Divya, look up." He said again in a harsh tone.
"Dad!" I yelled in anger
"Sana, don't yell at your father. Please. And you, talk nicely in front of her. She is taking things wrong." She literally scolded Dad.
"Wrong? I am finding everything wrong here." I told them.
"We need to tell you something," Dad grabbed Mum's hand firmly
"Oh my God!" Sidharth gasps suddenly
"What happened? Baby?"
"Sana, she is the.."
Sidharth was cut off by Dad. "Sana we love each other."
"Excuse me?" I gasp.
What the actual fuck!! Mum? Dad? Love?
"Yes, we love each other. We are together." Mum said, smiling shyly.
"When did this happen?" I asked, confused.
"Last night." Dad said smiling big, slightly blushing.
I never saw him blushing before in my whole life. I never saw him this much happy. So, what Sidharth was saying is that Dad is in love with some women. Plus obsessed with her. That's Mum?
My Mum.
A big smile comes on my face. I am so happy. My dream is finally happening.
"Please, tell me this is not a dream Dad?" I asked smiling, walking towards them, leaving Sidharth's hand.
"It's true baby. I want to fulfill your happy family dream by marrying Divya." He left Mum's hand and held mine. "Do you want Divya as your Mom, baby?" He asked.
I looked at Mum, "Do you really love him?" I want to know if she is ready for it.
"Yes. I do Sana. I really do. And, I am sorry I didn't tell you about this. But you know the reasons right?" She is genuinely feeling guilty.
"I understand." I grabbed her hand and put it on Dad's hand, "It's a yes from me."
Both had a big relieved smile then kissed my cheeks one by one. "We love you, Baby." Both say in unison.
"I love you both," I hugged them happily, "Now, go fuck each other."
After that I ran out of the room, pulling my man with myself and shutting the door behind. I know both are in deep shock. But I also know they'll literally fuck each other after I left the room. I know my Dad.
Horny fucker. Like me.
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Thank you.