Setting her nerves on Fire

Gulaab POV

He pinned both of my hands over my head.

I try to get off his hold but it was strong enough to drain my energy after a few attempts. I was breathing heavily and he smiled looking at my struggle.

"What do you mean?" I asked looking into his eyes try not to look afraid of him.

"I want to see whether I affect you or not?" He said feathering his index finger on my cheek. His voice was slow but enough to send a shiver down my spine.

"You don't affect me," I tried to answer.

"Begum, I don't want to listen. I want to see." He clarified giving emphasis to each word.

"What are you trying to do with me? Leave me!" I screamed a little.

But he said. "Shh, otherwise people will think I am forcing myself on you"

I shut my mouth instantly and he left me for a moment only to untie my dupatta and I showed him my eyes with a deathly glare.

"you can trust me," He said while pushing me a little upwards.

I slid down stubbornly.

"Aree,"

He again tightened his hold around me and pushed me towards the north of the bed. He sat against me only to quickly tie my hands with the head post.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled trying to get rid off of my tight grip.

But he had other plans.

My voice hung in my throat when he used the other end of my dupatta and blinded my vision.

"What are you doing?" I tried to say.

He tied the dupatta around my eyes and I could only see black. I frightened.

He feathered my cheek and my heartbeats raced. What the hell was he doing?

I felt his fingers feathering my cheek from my eyes to the jawline and I scared.

"Sultan," I said slowly or precisely requesting him to not do anything stupid.

But, suddenly I felt him moving away from me.

I felt his heavyweight shifting on the bed and the slight movement of his naked feet on the floor with my closed eyes.

I couldn't see anything. My ears suddenly became sharp as I was trying to detect him through slight movements.

The feeling of his movement on the floor faded away and I frightened.

"Sultan," I called.

No reply came.

I tried to breathe calmly.

One after the other I chose to focus on my breathing to distract myself from other things.

Suddenly, I heard the noise of the door closing.

"Sultan," I yelled hoping for an answer.

Was he left me alone there? Like this tied with head post and a blindfold.

My heartbeat started racing madly. I tried to calm down. I was stopping myself to not cry.

"Sultan," I tried to call him again but there was complete silence.

I started counting not knowing what to do and where the hell he went.

"Suniye,"

I called him again and he replied.

"kahiye,"

I felt a slight sigh of relief hearing him.

I felt his movement of climbing on the bed and I straighten myself.

His body touched mine as he sits beside me, most probably.

I could feel him closer to me.

I didn't know what was happening.

I felt as if he was hovering over me. And then I felt his face closer to my neck.

OH MY GOD!!!

I tilted my head a little backward as he feathered his lips on the side of my neck. And just when a mild smell of lavender and cinnamon hit my nose.

I felt goosebumps over my neck smelling that sensual smell of him.

He placed his lip over my neck and I tried to move my neck away from his reach.

It was amazing.

He again placed a sensual kiss over my neck and I could smell him. It drove me crazy for a moment.

"Sultan," I breathed.

Inside, I was feeling scared of not aware of what would happen next. But, the situation was exciting for me. I could feel tickles in my stomach.

He was moving slowly and then I felt his harsh skin over my lips. Probably touching my lips with his fingers.

He moved his finger over my lips and I felt frightened a little.

"What are you doing?" I tried to ask but my voice came out as an appeal.

I cleared my throat still feeling him feathering my lips.

He pulled his finger back.

I felt scared with the discharge of touch again.

"Open your mouth,"

He ordered in a devilish tone.

"No," I denied not aware of what would he do.

In a moment I felt him closer to my ear and he muttered.

"Open your mouth, Begum"

His voice sent chills down my ear nerves and I had to do as he said.

I opened my mouth slightly and waited for his next move.

I was feeling as if he was playing some kind of game with me. I was feeling scared and excited at the same time.

I was alert for everything. I didn't know what he was doing rather I was not sure what he could do with me.

He came closer again and I felt a smooth texture of a small ball in my mouth.

My taste buds alerted as I chewed it.

"Grapes," I breathed.

I swallow it after chewing and waited for his next move.

He again fed me something and it was the same again.

I felt my heartbeats racing didn't know why.

He again brought something closer to my lips. I parted my lips well to have it.

"Berries," I muttered slowly.

Then again I felt him touching my lips lightly.

"Your lips got red," He muttered and I gulped.

I expected the berry this time.

But, it was something else.

"Strawberry," I muttered. It was sweet and sour a little.

I didn't know why these actions of him were setting me on fire.

The chamber was feeling warm and silent. Sitting like that was making me feel helpless as if what would I feel next just depends on him. I didn't know what was happening, I could just feel, I could just crave for more.

"Take your tongue out," He whispered and I felt shocked.

I tried to shook my head.

"Do as I say," He ordered and I brought my tongue a little out of my mouth.

"Lick it," He ordered.

I felt something closer to my tongue. I moved my tongue hesitantly but I couldn't get the taste.

"Suck it," He ordered.

I moved my mouth closer to it and sucked it.

My body shook to the core as the sour taste of lemon derived my nerves crazy.

"Urghhhhhhh" I cried and shook my head.

I tried to calm down my breath but he was just planning to race them.

"come closer," He muttered.

I could feel him close to my face.

"Have it," He said and I felt something closer to my lips. I could smell him.

I was nervous, hesitant, and excited at the same time.

I moved my lips and touched something warm, alive, and fresh.

I was confused.

I tasted but couldn't feel any taste but his body warmth.

His lips

I stopped myself instantly and pulled my lips back.

I could feel my cheek blushing hardly.

And then I heard him saying.

"Suck it,"

And I felt his finger closer to lips.

I obeyed him and sucked it.

The sour taste of pickle set my nerves on my fire and I complained.

"Its pickle,"

"Umm-Hnn,"

I didn't know why his 'Umm-Hnn' was more breathtaking than anything.

I tried to calm down my breath again but he placed his palm over my cheek.

He feathered my cheek and I felt as I was having goosebumps.

The rough texture of his hand sent different kinds of feel to my nerves.

He moved his hand from my cheek to arms making a trail going through my shoulders. I felt as if he was making every inch of my body alive. Every bit of me set alarmed for his next move.

I felt him extremely closer to me in the next moment. The smell of his cologne making me feel ticklish in my lower abdomen.

He sucked on the center of my neck just below the jawline and then I felt him removing my necklace.

"Why you did this yourself?" He muttered close to my neck.

He feathered his lips on my neck from the jawline to my slightly visible cleavage. This action of him made a sudden urge in me to feel him sucking over my skin.

I didn't know what to call this. How he was driving me crazy even without doing anything.

The taste of sweet and sour set my nerves on fire and then the sweet torture of him helping me nothing to calm down.

"Open my eyes," I requested and waited for a moment.

He moved his hand behind my head and untied the dupatta.

I opened my eyes slowly and adjusted to the dim light in the chamber.

He was close, half-naked, and feeling warm to me.

I shifted a little but couldn't due to tied hands.

He brought his lips closer to mine and I felt the urge of a connection between us.

He teased me by kissing my jaw and neck.

He hands cupping my neck and feathering the skin slightly.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach when his hand suddenly moved to my waist near the waist chain.

I looked at his face whose gaze was focused on his hand touching my waist. He feathered my skin with the back of his hand and I felt a trail of foreign ticklish feeling.

My lips parted a little with the effect and I slowed my breath.

He kept doing until I felt out of breath. Slow and steady torture with almost nil efforts made me realize how badly his touch affects me. How deeply his gaze looks into me and how sweetly his voice set my nerves high.

"Sultan," I breathed slowly and he lifted his gaze to me.

There was a slight change in his face as he came closer in a swift moment and placed his lips over mine.

He sucked on my lower lip once and looked at me.

The discharge of touch brought impatience in me. I thinned my eyebrows to show my unhappiness with this.

He again sucked on my lower lip slowly but withdrew his lips back to tease me.

I bit on my lips lightly while looking at his unknowingly requesting him to do it again.

He again came closer and sucked once on my lower lip for a little later this time.

I felt like in another world but the feeling was not to satisfy me.

He withdrew his lips back and I looked at him thinning my eyebrows not happy with this.

He again leaned in closer and stopped an inch away from my lips. I felt his hand moving to mine and I realized he was untieing me.

The moment I felt my hands-free, I cupped his cheeks with my hands and placed my lips over his.

But he was fast enough to hold my hands and took them behind me.

He held me tightly and I felt slightly unhappy.

I wanted it.

"more," I requested looking into his eyes.

"why?" He asked slowly and I tried to breathe calmly.

I thinned my eyebrows and moved my lips closer to his but his tight hold wasn't allowing me to reach there.

"Do I affect you?" he asked.

I nodded immediately.

"Very much," I muttered.

"Good," He said and placed his lip over my lip just for a moment.

My craving increased.

"Now, you won't yell at me" He ordered.

I nodded obediently.

Finally, he brought his lips closer to mine and left my hands free from his hold. I snaked my arms around his shoulder in no time and while he sucked my lips filling me with the feeling of completeness.

Once, twice, thrice that's it.

He looked into my eyes with the devilish glare and muttered.

"Now, your punishment," He said.

I thinned my eyebrows and looked at him when he stepped down from the bed and moved his fingers in the hair while saying.

"Good night, Begum"

I quickly held his hand and pulled him closer in a jerk.

"Don't you dare"