Denied Love

14. A Slap of Love

As soon as she finished speaking, her soft, smooth hand gently held her wife's face, tilting it slightly to receive her kiss. Then, her warm lips pressed down on the rosy red ones before her. The moment her wife parted her lips, Khemjira slipped her warm tongue inside, exploring the sweet depths of her mouth.

Their tongues intertwined in a slow, sensual dance. One of her hands, which had been resting on her wife's shoulder, slid up to cradle the back of her head as she deepened the kiss.

The sound of wet lips moving together filled the room, the kiss growing more passionate with every passing second. Praenarin had never realized just how much she had craved this. She grasped the other woman's face, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the kiss.

Soft lips nibbled and sucked on hers before slowly trailing downward, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"I missed you so much,"

Khemjira whispered hoarsely, her voice dripping with longing. She nuzzled against Praenarin's slender neck, her hands guiding the now-trembling body

down onto the couch. Her wife kept her eyes closed, tilting her head slightly, lost in the sensation.

Praenarin was fully aware of what was happening, but she loved it too much to stop. The moment her back touched the brown leather couch, Khemjira took full control.

She kissed along the delicate curve of her neck while her fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning the top of her shirt, leaving the fabric hanging loosely around her shoulders.

As the cool air met her exposed skin, Khemjira pulled back slightly, her hungry gaze taking in the sight before her. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand beneath the last piece of fabric covering Praenarin's body, freeing her from its confines.

"I love you more than anything,"

She murmured. Praenarin half-opened her eyes, watching her wife's every move with both surrender and desire.

At that moment, Khemjira leaned down, capturing a soft pink peak between her lips, sucking gently.

"Mmm..."

A soft moan escaped Praenarin's lips. Her long, slender legs shifted restlessly as a sharp wave of pleasure surged through her body. Her fingers tangled in Khemjira's brown hair, gripping tightly as she arched into her wife's touch, completely giving in to the passion between them.

Praenarin dug her short nails into the other person's upper arm, while her

lower body was experiencing a heat from within. The young woman let out a soft moan in her throat as her beautiful mound slipped from the warm mouth, only to be possessed by it again, causing the one being acted upon to almost flinch.

The upper part was invaded by soft, delicate lips, while her palm still grasped her waist and squeezed it, as usual. Praenarin opened her eyes to the ceiling, feeling her thoughts being overlapped by a blinding white image.

The young woman began to breathe heavily as the mouth sucking on her pink n****e was causing torment to her lower body, forcing her to place her hand on her shoulder and push away.

"K...Khem, mmm, it feels good, I feel good, ah!"

As soon as the beautiful lips parted from the breast, the flat stomach twitched from the pleasure that spread downwards.

Praenarin breathed heavily and raised her head to look at her current state. The upper part was drenched with saliva, and the lower part was soaked with lubricant from natural arousal. Now, she was in the most sensitive state, unable to refuse this activity any longer. Her body was crying out for release until it was completely exhausted.

The high heels of the boss lady were tightly hugged by Khemjira and then placed down. Before realizing that her hands might not be clean enough to touch her skin, which was as pure as gold, the younger person kissed the beautiful breast and gently admonished the one who was sensitive about s****l matters with a soft voice.

"Your wife will comes, don't go anywhere."

The other party said that, and Praenarin couldn't find any reason to disobey, except that she was caught up in the pleasure the other party was giving her. She wasn't someone who could stop s****l activities that easily if she was this horny.

In just a moment, the person who ran to the bathroom to wash her hands returned with her coat removed and her hands washed clean for good hygiene.

"Please forgive me,"

Khemjira said, separating her beautiful legs. She knelt on the sofa between her wife's legs, her left hand resting on the cushion, and her right hand placed on the other woman's thigh, sucking passionately causing the other person to swallow hard.

"Sorry for leaving you to sleep alone last night,"

She said, noticing that she seemed to be getting aroused. She whispered in her ear, and when she looked at her with longing eyes and didn't stop her, she took her slender legs and pulled them up, making her feel a tingling sensation.

Today, she wore a sukapa shirt with a short white skirt above the knee. She simply lifted the hem of the skirt to her hips and slipped her hand through her underwear, easily finding the sensitive area.

"Hmmm..."

As soon as the sensitive spot was gently rubbed by the fingertips, Praenarin closed her eyes, tilted her head back, her body felt hot as if she were about to catch a fever.

Because she wanted to attack more skillfully, Khemjira removed her small piece and lifted one of her legs to tighten it before inserting her finger into the soft and flexible love canal that was overflowing with slippery fluid.

And she made up for her mistake last night with her middle and ring fingers.

"I apologize for not doing my homework last night."

Why ask again when you've already come this far? Praenarin complained to herself while her c******s suddenly became painfully tight, to the point that

she had to lift her feet and clench in midair.

She swung her wrist to hook onto the other person's neck while the tall woman moved her wrist, thrusting her fingers together repeatedly until she felt a tingling sensation throughout her love canal.

"Uh, Khem... Khun Mai will come soon."

The young woman started to lose her mind and said something funny while her slender body shook a little from the other person's fingers that were pounding her.

"How could she come here? Don't forget, this is after work already."

Inside, something foreign tightened its grip. Praenarin felt a burning heat as if a fire was smoldering within her body. The young woman closed her eyes, shaking her head left and right because she felt a sharp tingling inside, even in her stomach. Her body was warm and shimmering with sweat from their lovemaking.

"Ah... take your hands away first, I'm feeling sensitive, uh, sensitive."

Her beautiful eyes began to well up with tears, sparkling as she looked at the other person. Although her mouth said otherwise, she actually wanted Khemjira to thrust her fingers in hard. The sound of her fingers hitting the wet area sounded crude, further arousing her to the point where she had to arch her hips to match the rhythm perfectly.

"Why are you rushing to take it out? It's almost done. Don't worry, it won't be more than ten minutes."

Praenarin said it wasn't that serious. She grabbed her body and pressed down on her, burying her face in the nape of her neck, while her lower half was experiencing a tingling sensation, causing her hips float.

"Ugh, K...Khem, harder! I can't take it anymore,"

The young woman moaned loudly, calling out the name of her partner without shame as the tingling sensation in her core began to rise steadily. It pulled and ached, and her love canal trembled until she couldn't breathe.

The short nails dug into her back through the fabric of the other person's clothes, before the slender fingers thrust in harder and faster, causing both legs to start trembling uncontrollably. The final thrust made her body

tremble. Praenarin arched her back and let out a long moan. The mass of heat flowed down to her love canal until it almost caught fire.

"Khem, I'm going to finish... Ahahh."

The weak body stiffened and jerked, then hugged her wife tightly. The young woman's tears streamed down her face. It was another time that Praenarin felt like she was going to fall asleep with a longer period of physical pleasure.

Everything was so white and clear that there was almost no other feeling except for the tingling sensation at her c******s, causing her stomach to twitch and wave.

"You're so good."

Khemjira smiled with satisfaction, knowing she had sent the person she loved to heaven. She even hugged her for comfort, kissing her soft lips, then moving to her beautiful temple, and down to her flushed cheeks.

She left her fingers resting in the soft, warm place for a moment until the other woman relaxed. Then, she slowly pulled her hand away and sat up, grinning at her own success-managing to do something like this in such an unsafe place.

Her hand was completely wet... but she never once felt disgusted by her lover's body. People who have never done this wouldn't understand. Even if she didn't finish herself, it still felt amazing in a way that was hard to explain.

She turned to glance at the clock on the wall. Not even ten minutes had passed. But the moment when Praenarin trembled and reached her peak felt much longer, almost enviably so.

"You've been finishing faster lately, Khun Rin. And it lasts longer too. Are you getting used to my hands now?"

Paenarin bit her lip, trying to hide the lingering pleasure still coursing through her. She pushed herself up from the sofa and quickly put her clothes back on. This stubborn brat had the nerve to do this right in her office-it was getting out of control.

"How was it? Did I do well?"

Khemjira expected a shy reaction. But instead, her lover walked toward her with firm steps.

Slap!

Something unexpected happened-Praenarin's beautiful hand landed right on her cheek. But it wasn't a hard slap. The force was light, almost hesitant.

Khemjira touched her cheek, her mouth falling open in surprise. "Khun Rin... did you really just slap me? What did I do wrong?"

She asked, confused. Just a moment ago, Praenarin was completely willing, and now she was acting like they were enemies? But judging from her eyes, she didn't seem truly angry. Maybe she just wanted to act tough because she was too stubborn to admit she'd enjoyed it.

"You deserved it. In fact, that slap wasn't even enough for someone as shameless as you. Now get out-I'm going home."

"That was harsh."

Khemjira knew she was just being used as Praenarin's emotional outlet, but she didn't mind.

"I don't care, though. Tonight, I'm going to get you back for that slap. You'd better watch out."

She grinned mischievously, already planning her revenge. She had sworn she'd tame this stubborn little cat.

"You crazy brat. You're sleeping on the sofa tonight. If you try anything, I'll kick you off the bed."

"Sure."

Hearing her wife's empty threat, the younger woman smirked playfully. Praenarin's flushed face and sparkling eyes gave everything away. If

Khemjira wasn't imagining things, her wife had only said that to cover up her own embarrassment.

She is not sure if it's because they're married now, but lately, Praenarin couldn't stop thinking about Khemjira.

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She didn't go straight home after work like she'd told her. Instead, she drove to the house of her friend, Ying. Ying's place was perfect for a small drinking session, so she had also invited Gev, Julie, and Proufa-the usual gang-along with some food and drinks.

"You've been calling us out a lot lately, Rin. Is something wrong? Or are you still upset about Phrapai?"

The five of them sat drinking on the balcony of Ying's princess-style bedroom. They had been friends for so long that whenever something was on Praenarin's mind, she always turned to them. They had been by her side even during her lowest moments-like when she got so drunk after a breakup that she tried to find a place to jump into the river.

"No, I just have something to talk about."

"Go ahead, girl. We're ready to give advice," one of her friends said.

Praenarin looked at her four friends, then set her wine glass down. She crossed her legs, leaned back in her chair, and folded her arms, deep in thought.

"Do you guys know any way to make a young woman lose interest in s*x? Or at least lower her s*x drive?"

"Wow, listen to you. Why so formal? That's so you, Rin."

"Yeah, and what kind of question is that? Are you writing a research paper or something?"

Her friends shook their heads and chuckled, thinking she was just being ridiculous. But Praenarin was completely serious. People often said that physical intimacy led to emotional connection, and that was exactly what

she wanted to avoid. She had already decided-she would stay single forever. No love, no heartbreak.

"So? Do you guys have any ideas? How do I make someone lose interest in s*x? Or at least get her to sleep early-before 10 PM, preferably even

earlier."

The four women exchanged glances, then sighed in unison, as if her question was the most absurd thing they'd ever heard. Honestly, she was lucky they were her close friends, or they wouldn't even entertain this conversation.

"Wait, are you serious right now? You're talking about your wife? That kid?"

"Of course. Otherwise, what else am I supposed to do? I need to find a way to make Khem go to bed early."

Her friends looked at each other again before bursting out laughing.

"Hold on, Rin-are you telling us your wife is really going at it every single night?"

"Damn, I wish my man was that dedicated. I'm jealous!"

"Wow, your charm must be off the charts if she just can't stop coming back for more."

"And you don't like it? I wish my husband would do his 'homework' every other day, but I don't even get half of what you do. You're so lucky, Rin!"

Praenarin rolled her eyes at the people she thought she could rely on. She pointed at her own face, which looked visibly exhausted, as if she hadn't had a proper rest in days.

"Lucky? Look at my face! I'm about to die. That kid never listens to me."

She looked seriously stressed. Khemjira was just too much. No matter what was driving her, she insisted on doing her 'homework' every single night.

Even if they skipped at night, she'd make up for it during the day. .

And once they started, Praenarin could never stop halfway-it was impossible. The only way was to not start at all.

"It's not that hard to solve. She's still young, full of energy. Just tell her you can't keep up. She should understand-you're in your thirties now."

The four of them burst into laughter as if this was the funniest thing ever. Praenarin was now convinced-they were completely useless.

"Maybe I should use sleeping pills?" she muttered. Immediately, all four of them raised their hands to stop her.

"Whoa, whoa, Rin! You're gonna drug your own wife? That's dangerous! Sleeping pills aren't like mineral water-you can't just give them to someone without talking to a doctor first!"

Praenarin sighed. She knew that, of course. She had just been saying it out of frustration.

"Then how about this? Get her drunk. Or find something that makes her sleepy."

"Like what? I've tried everything-warm milk, chamomile tea. Nothing works except making me full."

"I don't know... Maybe you should make her exercise before bed? That way, she'll get tired faster. Or try reading her a bedtime story? Maybe even sing her a lullaby?"

Julie's ideas made Praenarin roll her eyes again. They were all trying to help, but none of these suggestions made any sense.

"Khem is twenty-three, not three years old."

"Alright, then. Everyone, grab your phones and search the internet. We need to help Rin, or she'll be the first one in our group to die from exhaustion!"

Grace ordered. The others immediately put down their drinks and picked up their phones.

Except for Praenarin. She just slumped deeper into her chair, sipping her

white wine like she had no energy left. She was letting her friends do all the work. Tonight, she planned to stay out late enough for that brat to fall asleep before she got home.

Otherwise, Kejmjira would definitely try to get "homework" done again. And lately, her heart had been acting weird whenever they were close. She didn't want to turn into someone addicted to her temporary wife's touch. In a little over a year, their marriage would be over.

She hadn't forgotten. She didn't love Kejmjira. Not even a little.

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By the time Praenarin got home, it was already past eleven. She carefully tiptoed into her room, cracking the door open just enough to peek inside. The room was dim, with only the soft glow of the bedside downlight. No movement. Looked like someone was already asleep.

"That little brat. Good. At least she's asleep,"

Paenarin muttered, a victorious smile appearing on her face.

But why was she on the bed? She was supposed to be on the couch like Praenarin had told her. Oh well. As long as she was asleep, it didn't matter.

Praenarin crept closer, carefully poking the sleeping girl to make sure she was really out. When there was no reaction, she let out a relieved sigh.

Looked like she had won tonight.

But just a few seconds later, the woman who had just arrived home slowly sat down on the bed. Her dark, mesmerizing eyes locked onto the sleeping figure, captivated by the sight before her under the warm glow of the downlight.

Praenarin never noticed how she looked at Kejmjira-how her gaze, at this moment, was filled with something gentle. Fondness. She found herself admiring those peacefully closed eyelids, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and that clean, comforting scent that seemed to cling to her.

She leaned down, letting the tip of her nose brush against Kejmjira's soft cheek. A faint trace of skincare cream lingered on her skin-the same one she always used, a scent so familiar it had become uniquely hers.

Her nose trailed from the cheek down to the graceful curve of her neck, a spot full of quiet allure. Then, without much thought, she pressed her lips there-a delicate, lingering kiss against the warm skin. A wave of calm spread through her chest, as if she had finally found something soothing amidst all her chaos.

For a moment, Praenarin's mind drifted away, lost in the scent and warmth of the girl sleeping beside her. Without realizing it, her nose traced lower, brushing against the rise of a soft chest, visible beneath a simple white t- shirt. She took a deep breath, inhaling warmth and familiarity, unafraid of waking her.

"So soft..." she murmured in a barely audible voice.

It reminded her of baby powder. Not the actual scent, but the feeling.

Khemjira was young, gentle, and innocent in a way that made her think of something pure, something safe. Seeing her like this-completely vulnerable- brought a strange warmth to her chest.

But that was as far as she allowed herself to go. The realization of what she was doing hit her like a cold splash of water. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she bit her lower lip, forcing herself to pull away, careful not to wake the sleeping girl.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Praenarin muttered, rubbing her forehead and shaking her head, trying to banish the thoughts creeping into her mind.

She didn't love her. So why was she acting like this?

It had to be the wine. The damn white wine messing with her head.

First thing tomorrow, she was going to tell the department head to bury Khemjira in work.

That brat wouldn't even have the energy to wake up.

As soon as she regained her composure, the older woman went to take a shower. After finishing her nightly routine, she finally allowed herself to

sink into the bed, relieved that the person who called herself her "wife" was already fast asleep.

Or so she thought.

"I told you, didn't I? Tonight, I'll get my revenge."

Before she could even close her eyes, the supposedly sleeping figure shifted, moving in close before flipping over to pin her down once again.

Khemjira smiled in amusement, delighted to see her wife's face before bed yet another night. She leaned in and pressed her nose firmly against the soft skin of Praenarin's cheek.

"Hey-"

Praenarin gasped as her hands were gently laced together and pressed onto

the mattress. Once again, she had let herself be fooled. She had been so sure

she had won this time, but no-this insatiable brat had only been pretending to sleep.

"They say women are more sensitive at night."

Khemjira's voice was teasing as she lifted one hand to brush a loose strand of hair behind Paenarin's ear.

"I wonder if that's true for you too, Khun Rin."

She knew. She had felt it. Knew exactly what Praenarin had done earlier,

how she had caved in just a little, how she had been drawn to her. She could feel the lingering warmth from the soft, stolen kisses on her skin.

"What... what are you going to do?" Her voice wavered, betraying her.

Praenarin found herself staring into those deep, hungry eyes, so intense they made her pulse race. Her body tensed under the weight of Khemjira's soft curves pressing into her own. The warmth, the scent, the sight-it was overwhelming.

Her throat went dry as her gaze inadvertently flickered downward, taking in the way their chests pressed together, how unbearably close they were.

Khemjira chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Homework, of course. Just because I've graduated doesn't mean I can skip my duties as a wife."

The playful yet sultry smile she wore sent a wave of heat straight to Praenarin's cheeks. She had no time to react before Khemjira lowered her lips, nuzzling against the delicate skin of her neck.

A sharp breath hitched in Praenarin's throat as she felt warm lips pressing against her skin, followed by the softest inhale, as if Khemjira was memorizing her scent.

Her beautiful eyelids fluttered down. Praenarin felt her body start to tremble with that gentle, tingling touch once again, even though they had just had such activities in the evening.

Her toes curled and relaxed in rhythm as her husband's face moved down from her neck to her chest, then stopped to kiss her stomach through the thin fabric.

It seems like her mind was drifting again, without her realizing that she had moved up to intertwine her fingers back to the way they were before. Since when?

"May I do some special homework, my dear wife?"

Seeing that the wild cat was getting drowsy, the cunning fox, Khemjira, grabbed her wife's wrist with one hand and, using the other, pulled her slim waist up to her beautiful bosom, gently squeezing it while her lips tenderly nibbled at her ear.

"Ugh, let go, I'm going to sleep, Khem."

Praenarin's voice trembled with every word. The light touch of Khemjira made her feel hot all over again, as if a small fire was randomly ignited in her core.

"Earlier today, Khun Rin slapped Khem at work. Khem considers it a punishment for the employee's inappropriate behavior. Here we are, side by side."

Khemjira breathed softly into the ear of the person beneath her and continued speaking in her usual deep, gentle, and persuasive tone. But then...

"We are wife and wife, so let's do our homework again."

Without hesitation, Khemjira pressed her lips against her wife's beautiful mouth. She pinned her partner's wrists to the bed, matching the rhythm of their kisses.

Khemjira moved her body closer, the fabric of their clothes rubbing against each other, creating a pleasing sound. Not only did she not resist, but she also reciprocated and offered her a sweet, mint-scented kiss.

"Hmm,"

Praenarin moaned in satisfaction. Instead of pushing her away, when her wrists, which had been tied to the bed, were freed, she moved them up to cradle her neck and kissed her back in rhythm. It was another time she lost to her younger wife.

Praenarin gets aroused easily with just a little touch. And meeting a high- energy girl like Khemjira is like fire meeting oil; if it doesn't ignite, it will explode.