A/N - SIX SEVEN

(i couldnt help myself... ps: late update as i was travelling :')

Bhairav Ji sat on the bed, his left leg crossed over his right. With trembling hands, I undressed before him. As soon as my choli came off, his pupils dilated like an animal eyeing dinner. I pushed the rest of my sari down and let it pool at my feet.

To my surprise, he didn't ogle at my body that much. His eyes were hooked on my face, studying my reactions. I couldn't even look at him as I squeezed my elbow.

"Paas aa jao," he instructed.

(Come closer.)

Bhairav Ji slid his hand down my arm and gently removed my bangles.

"Warna toot jayenge..."

(Or these will break...)

His vicious smile made a shiver run down my spine. He was definitely not going to let me go that easily. When had he ever?

Every time I provoked him, he took it a step further than the last. I'd be lying if I said I hated it entirely. My husband was unpredictable. I couldn't tell when he was being serious or teasing me. I didn't understand what angered him and what didn't. Bhairav Ji was and would always stay a mystery.

But the only thing that kept me coming back to him was his same rigid character. The man could snap at me or humiliate me or tease me... But he'd never hurt me past a limit. He was accountable for his actions, and he took responsibility, unlike most men. Even though he was bland when it came to romance, I knew that he cared in silent ways.

After removing all my bangles, Bhairav Ji stood up and led me to the bed. I knew what was coming. I had anticipated it the moment he slapped my ass.

"Ghutno par baith jao," he told me.

(Get on your knees.)

I complied without question. Bhairav Ji ran his hand through my braided hair, letting it fall freely down my shoulder. It always turned him on more.

"Waqayi... Haseen chehra hai," he mumbled, grazing his knuckles against my cheek.

(Truly... You're gorgeous.)

I looked away, "Aapne toh aise bahut se chehre dekhe honge..."

(You must have seen many pretty faces like this...)

He clicked his tongue and squeezed my jaw, "Nahi toh. Jab husn ke peeche itni tez dimaag aur zubaan hai... toh muqable mei kaun aa sakti hai?"

(Not at all. When beauty is backed by such a quick mind and a sharp tongue... who could stand a chance?)

His cheesy words gave me butterflies. It made me feel even hotter. Without hesitation, I reached for his dhoti and slipped my hand inside, capturing the growing monster.

"Sabr naam ki cheez nahi jaanti?" He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back.

(Why are you so impatient?)

I was panting as Bhairav Ji stared down at me with unforgiving eyes. He removed his dhoti entirely and guided my head down on his cock. It had been so long since I had done this. So long since I could just let loose and let him wreck me. We had always held back because the children were with us. It felt like I had been liberated.

"Haatho ka istamal karo," Bhairav Ji instructed, and when I did as he told, he hummed in contentment, "Aise hi."

(Use your hands... Yeah, like that.)

I loved the feeling of his cock growing hard under my care. His musky smell made me so wet. Drool rolled down my chin as I dragged my tongue from his balls to the tip.

Bhairav Ji tilted my chin up just a little, so that I'd look into his eyes. He was staring right into my soul. His gaze was dark with lust and amusement as he watched my every move. I stuck my tongue out entirely to allow my saliva drip down his hard manhood.

I watched my husband's Adam's apple bob. He couldn't look away from me. It gave me more confidence to stroke him and push my head down further. His breathing grew labored as I sucked him thoroughly.

Bhairav Ji looked like he was the one being punished, and not me. I was enjoying it very much.

But just when I thought I could get a little cocky by biting him, just a little, he tightened his grip on my head and yanked me back entirely, making me gasp.

"Zyada mat udo," he glared at me. I had tears in my eyes from the pain. Bhairav Ji twisted my nipple.

(Don't get too full of yourself.)

"Shayad yaad dilana padega ki tumhari malik kaun hai. Kyu?"

(Guess I'll have to remind you who your master is, huh?)

I gasped as he lifted me by my arm and threw me on the bed. He sat on his knees while twisting my hair in his fist. Meanwhile, his other hand had my arms restricted behind me.

"Ek aur baar kaatne ki himmat karke dekho," he rasped and thrust his cock into my mouth.

(Will you dare to bite me again?)

A few tears slipped down my face as he continued fucking me orally like a demon. My hands were restricted. It was so hard to breathe as he stuffed my mouth.

I gagged and choked, but even then Bhairav Ji showed no mercy.

His cock was hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. It's very girth made me feel like I was going to die.

Just then, I felt his precum leak into my mouth. I coughed and wheezed when he pulled out entirely, but the very next second, he squeezed my neck and pushed me down on the bed.

"Sona mat. Tumhe aur bhi istamal karna hai."

(Don't sleep. I need to use you more.)

"H-huh...?" I could barely keep my eyes open.

Bhairav Ji loosened his grip on my neck just a little. His thumb caressed my lower lip, and I could see a ghost of a smirk on his face.

"Bilkul mohini hai..."

(You're an absolute temptress...)

I swallowed hard when he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. My breathing was still labored, and my heart pounded in my chest. The butterflies he gave me weren't helping at all.

"Ab sche se muh kholo, meri Thakurain... Zubaan ache se bahar nikalo."

(Now open your mouth nicely, my Thakurain... Stick your tongue out.)

I obeyed his words without hesitation. My nether region was already throbbing from all the stimulation. My husband shallowly dipped two of his fingers into my pussy, and I shivered immediately.

"Ah... Meri rani toh puri bheeg gayi hai."

(Ah... My queen is so wet.)

My eyes widened a little as he curled his fingers. Bhairav Ji squeezed my jaw, grinning a little, "Ab apna haatho ka istamal karo. Samjh gayi na?"

(Now use your hands like I taught you.)

I gulped and began using both my hands to stroke his cock. Bhairav Ji caressed my hair and held it behind me gently this time. I could feel that he was close. My own sensations were making me so much hornier.

He hit his release soon after and came all over my face. I still stroked him and swallowed the bits on my tongue. It felt shameless and so very erotic to be covered in his filth like this. Would he be disgusted?

"Kitni achi se leti ho mujhe jaan." 

(You take me so well, my darling)

My husband looked in awe of me. That felt more embarrassing than having my face covered in cum.

Bhairav Ji helped me sit up when I looked away. He stripped his shirt off his body and asked me to kneel on the bed, turning my back toward him.

"Divar par haath rakho," he commanded from behind me. There were goosebumps on my skin when I felt Bhairav Ji's hands on my waist. He traced the line of my spine with kisses, making me squirm and shudder.

(Keep your hands on the wall.)

"J-Ji... A-ajeeb laj raha hai...!" I shut my eyes, trying to suppress my heightened desires. Bhairav Ji chuckled softly at my pleas and continued pressing damp kisses down my skin.

(Ji... It... It feels funny...!)

With his strong arms, he spread my legs further, making me almost lose balance. I whimpered when he teased my pussy with his cold fingers.

"Jaldi kijiye..." I begged him with tears in my eyes. The torment was far too much for me to endure. Bhairav Ji's stubble brushed my shoulder, "Tumhari aaj ki bartaav ke liye yeh saza kam pad jaegi."

(Quickly... Please...)

(This is too lenient a punishment for your behaviour today.)

He left a feathery kiss on my shoulder, making me squirm even more, "N-nahi... Thakur Ji... Ah..."

(N-no... Thakur Ji... Ah...)

I couldn't hold in my cries as he pinched my clit. "Pati ka naam nahi logi?" He whispered while kissing my ear.

(You won't take your husband's name?)

"B-Bhairav Ji..." I moaned as he teased my entrance with his cock. The thrust that followed was painful. It took everything in me not to scream as I clawed the wall.

Fuck, he was good.

So fucking good.

It felt like I had been ruined with just one thrust. Bhairav Ji squeezed my hips as he drove into me over and over again. Even though he started slow, my body trembled with each thrust.

One of his hands grazed up to squeeze my breasts, which made me moan more. I wanted all of him. Entirely. He was torturing me with this slow pace.

"Ji... Ah... a-aur... Aur..."

(Ji... Ah... M-more... More...)

"Aur chahiye?" He squeezed my neck, tilting my head back. I whined as he bit my skin. That would definitely leave a mark.

(You want more?)

"Ah aah!!" I cried out when he drove into me harder. When I tried to suppress my cries by biting my lips, Bhairav Ji spanked me hard.

The man kept fucking me like an animal until he emptied himself inside me. I was breathless. My forehead was pressed against the wall as I took a moment to compose myself.

Without warning, my husband raised one of my legs. I was barely balancing myself as I wrapped an arm around his neck. His eyes were still fiery. Still hungry. I blushed at their sheer intensity, added to by his rough fucking.

He leaned into my neck, sucking and nibbling on my skin. It felt nice as I nuzzled against his hair. Bhairav Ji had better access this time, and he thrust in deeper.

We were covered in sweat and filth entirely. But I'd give anything to stay in his arms like this forever...

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he thrust in deeper and deeper. The man was rearranging my damn guts as I moaned his name over and over again.

I could feel my entire body tremble from exhaustion. It was impossible to hold on anymore. My hand on the wall slipped, and I lost balance.

Right before my forehead struck the headboard, Bhairav Ji caught me steadily. I could barely keep my eyes open as I digested the panicked look on his face.

"Kya kar rahi ho?!" His voice had an edge of concern as he securely placed me on the pillow. It was a side of him that I had never seen before. He was worried about me.

(What are you doing?!)

Bhairav Ji held the side of my face. His hand felt so warm in that moment. It almost made me giggle, "Maine Thakur Ji ko dara diya...?"

(Did I scare the Thakur Ji?)

He sighed as I wrapped my arms around his neck with a bright smile. Bhairav Ji leaned lower, making our noses touch, "Ek din meri jaan legi tu."

(You'll kill me one day.)

I pecked his lips this time, "Jaan baad mei lungi. Ruk kyu gaye?"

(I'll kill you later. Why did you stop?)

My husband raised a brow, "Acha?"

(Really now?)

He thrust into me before I could taunt him more.