"Kneel." He ordered causing her heartbeat to go wild.
"Sorry" she abruptly said.
"Shh..... not a single word." He replied. She knew what was coming will not be good and will traumatize her. She cant do it.
"Kneel Zahra" He ordered in his manly voice causing cold shivers to run down her spine.
"No! Please! No am sorry!" She hysterically said.
A voice kept on banging at the back of her head.
Run!
Run!
Run!
She took a step back towards the door and moved her hand towards the doorknob to unlock it whilst still looking straight into his eyes, already knowing he is watching her every move like a hawk. But nothing was coming into her mind at that time. It was chaotic, filled with horrifying thoughts, frightening her more and more. Her sanity was running out and she did what that voice said, made an attempt to run.
He tilted his head and watched her amusedly, his hands in his pockets. He already had told her, that her petite frame was not able to bear the wrath of his punishments but she kept on defying him.
Her fearful widened eyes continue to stare at him as she somehow tried to unlock the door but her hand was shivering so bad. She was half-turned towards the door, her eyes chaotically moved toward the doorknob which wasn't opening and suddenly the familiar dark aura surrounded her senses making her breath hitch.
The devil encaged her between him and the door.
"You don't like it easy." He admonished in his cold and deep voice causing a river of goosebumps to wash over her body. She tightly closed her eyes hoping all of it was a dream but his hot breath fanning against her neck told it all to her.
"Turn around" he ordered stoically.
Ya Allah!
With the speed, her heart was beating she was sure she will soon have a heart attack. She took a deep breath to calm herself but it didn't work much. She slowly turned around and looked down towards the wooden floor.
He raised her chin and compelled her to look straight into his eyes. Fear was evident as water in her eyes.
"Sorry," she said the first thing which came into her terrified mind.
He inspected her pale face for a moment making her heartbeat go wild. Anxiety is conspicuous on her face. Her chest heaved up and down with her small irregular breaths. Her stomach twisted with fear. She knew what was coming will good for her. She shouldn't have disobeyed him. Guilt strongly clutched at her heart. She continued to pray inwardly to get her out of this ordeal. Ominous thoughts were constantly running in her mind. She just wanted to run and run and go far away from him where he could never catch him.
"Pl..eas...e" She insisted in her shuddery voice.
He slowly begin to graze the back of his fingers on her protruded collarbone causing tingles to arise from that area. His eyes fixed on her jutted-out clavicle.
It was then she knew something sadistic running in his mind and she is doomed. Her breath got stuck in her throat. She braced herself for his upcoming assault.
He sensually brought his lips near to her ear causing her heart to drum in her ears. She knew he would not spare her and that thought alone made her system nauseatic as she felt dizzy and light-headed.
His hot breath fanned her neck. His front slightly pressed against her front. His fingers still stroking her beautiful bone. He nibbled on her earlobe and she knew she was done. He slowly tucked some stray strands behind her as he breathed in her strawberry scent and his next words made her eyes widen with surprise and uncertainty.
"You're forgiven" He whispered in his deep husky voice just a few centimeters away from her ear as he removed his fingers from her collarbone and pulled away from her. He wasn't surprised to see her astonished face.
"Really?" She asked uncertainly.
He nodded his head curtly as a response but still, she was uncertain. She wanted to confirm whether he meant what he said.
"D..oo you for..give me?" She meekly asked, still unsure.
"Yes, I do señorita." He replied shortly, keenly observing her suspicious face.
"You wo...not pun....ish me for, for dis...obeying you?" She hardly got the sentence out of her.
"Do you want me to?" He mused.
Her mouth gaped as she violently shooked her head.
"No! I just thought-" She hysterically replied.
He chuckled after seeing her innocent reaction and held her wobbly chin delicately.
"I won't punish you." He replied firmly.
"Waada?" She asked again like an innocent four-year-old kid. She had that thing in her, she did not trust anyone easily and that was why she continued to ask him over n over.
(Promise?)
"Waada" he replied as he pulled her thumb away.
"Irtaza," she called out his name, "pakkay Wala?"
(A real one?)
Something hit him, his name sounded so surreal and charming in her voice to his ears.
"Pakkay wala." He replied staring directly into her uncertain eyes and looking at her as if she is real. Her innocence attracted her more to him than her beauty.
(Yes a real one)
She visibly sighed in relief as her shoulders slumped down and the breath which got stuck in her throat was out again. Her heartbeat and breathing were back to normal, the fog of looming threat was no more there and a small smile broke on her lips. A small smile of success and suddenly tears begin to flow down her eyes. She felt as if a heavyweight is lifted off her shoulders. She did not know why she was crying but she felt overwhelmed. She was so afraid and fearful that her legs won't stop shivering and after listening to his three words she felt so relaxed yet so vulnerable. Her heart wasn't in her control as she hugged the first person which came into her sight which was the devil himself and began to cry on his shoulder.
She needed that. Someone's hug, someone's shoulder, and at the moment she didn't care on whose shoulder she was crying her heart out. She only wanted to make her heavy heart light as she tightened the hug making his shirt wet with her tears and soon small, soft began to rack her petite form.
Irtaza was taken aback when she suddenly engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug. He let her go this time only because of the immense fear he witnessed on her face so he decided to let her disobedience slide this time but in actuality, his callous mind wanted to punish her so badly because he never had taken disobedience well. But he wanted her to breathe freely so he let it slide moreover her childlike tactics turned him on and he wanted to take those quivering lips into a chaste kiss while tying her to the table and fucking her brains out. Yet her broken bone-crushing hug was least expected.
Her little sobs gained his attention back as he begin to run his fingers slowly into her silky hair to soothe her hysterical nerves. She had tightly gripped her shirt like her life was dependent on it, making him slightly chuckle.
"Tumhari aadhi jaan tw muj sei darney mein nikal jati hai," He muttered to himself and continued to massage her silky locks.
(You are so afraid of me)