Chapter 32: Kneel

He sucked at her wounded area before brushing his tongue there. She felt him mumbling to

return back the kiss. She didn't want to but for her own good, she slowly began to match her

movements. She pressed her lips against his. Her hands holding his shoulder. She slowly

moved her lips, following his movements.

Suddenly, he became quick not allowing her to breathe. He put pressure on her mandibles

making her croak out of pain and she slightly parted her lips when he slipped his tongue

inside her mouth.

Tears that were clogged in her throat now began to flow out of her eyes, drenching her

lashes and his beard. He was aware, she was crying but he was long lost in the kiss. She

wasn't reciprocating due to his quick movements. She let him do what he wanted but he

didn't like it. He wanted her to be involved in the intimate moment as much as he was.

His fingers encircled around her throat, slightly cutting off her air supply. The tears that

were flowing down her eyes suddenly ceased and she felt as if she was getting breathless.

She felt more pressure on her throat making her tap her fists against his chest.

His tongue poked hers and she got the signal what he wanted. She began to move her

tongue against his but at the same time trying to pull her head back when his fingers

increased the pressure on her locks. He wasn't giving her a way out.

All she could feel was his free hand roaming on her body. She felt him sliding his hand under

her kameez (shirt) that made her go hay-wire.

All her attention diverted when for the very first time she felt someone's hand touching and

caressing her bare skin freely. As if he owned it.

His left hand freed her locks and joined his right one as he began to stroke her smooth skin

from either sides of her waist.

She felt alarmed. Way too much startled. All of it was so foreign to her. So new to her.

She harshly began to tap against his chest making him grab her wrists and pin them across

the door.

She couldn't breath. She begin to thrash her legs in the air so he could set her free. Next, he

slightly pulled away from her, only to wrap her legs around his waist. A cry erupted from

her lips that died down when he placed his lips on her again. She had tightly closed her

teeth, not letting him enter her mouth. It had him press her nostrills, blocking her air

supply. And instinctively her mouth hung open, and he smoothly slid his tongue in. But he

didn't leave her nose. Allowing her no respite. And no air to enter her system.

Her limbs were locked. She couldn't move her hand. Nor her legs. There was no space

between both of them so she was not able to pull her legs from his waist. When he realized,

she was close to loosing consciousness, he released her nose that was pressed by his thumb

and forefinger. She inhaled hungrily.

His one hand had locked both her wrists against the door. While his lips ate her mouth, not

letting her breath. Her legs were tightly bound against his waist. She was locked. And

praying the ordeal to be over soon.

After violently kissing her and done taking the breath out of her, he pulled away only to find

her face soaked with tears. His violent kiss was making him take large gulps of air. Her lips

bruised and her hair disheveled. Blood was drawing out from the corner of her lips where

he had bit with his teeth.. She looked around only to find her scarf now lying on the floor.

The sight made more tears flow out her eyes.

"Submit yourself to me," he uttered, clearing her tears with his thumb. His thumb caressed

her moistened lips. "Understood?" He asked, pulling back his thumb.

A look of denial and resistance entered her eyes which he noticed, making his brow move

up.

"I will never," she managed to whisper. "Don't ever kiss me!" she cried out.

"You never learn, do you?" he stated with a frown, tracing his thumb on her lower lips.

She rubbed her lips as harsh as she could from the cough of her shirt. Her body was

trembling already and he didn't even begin yet her resistance was still intact.

"Kneel down, Sheharzaad," he commanded making her head snap up. She knew what he

meant.

"Kneel down," he repeated with his grave voice making her knees buckle.

"Nahi-" her voice got struck in her throat.

(No)

"Kneel down," he reiterated and she could feel her heart beat going slow. Her shaking

fingers hurriedly began to find the lock when he snatched her arm and threw her on of the

sofas.

"Get on your knees," he pressed her more and this time around she felt his voice getting

harsh.

She was looking up at him with her terror-stricken eyes as began to undo his coughs.

"I don't want to do this," her lips pouted as he looked up at him.

"What?" he rose his brow.

"What-what you're making me-me d-do," she stammered, indicating she was close to crying.

"I'm doing this to make sure you know how to speak around me. I can see you haven't learnt

your lesson,"

"I will, I promise," she cried out.

"No second chances. On the count of three, I want to see you on your knees," he declared

while unbuttoning his shirt.

"One," he began to count while boring his eyes in hers. She was stilled in her position.

"Two,"

She felt a mix of emotions. At one hand she was pressing herself to get on her knees and on

the other hand she didn't want to.

"Three. Time's up," he abruptly said and she quickly got on her knees without looking left or

right.