The Little Wife

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Sanam, tired from the long study hours, finally laid on the bed. As her final exams were nearing, her workload has drastically increased, always leaving her struggling to finish it before the next day. She decided to rest for a few minutes, before she gets up and start studying for her exams.

Suddenly the door opened and he entered inside her room. His presence had filled her tiny room, while he stood there and observed her room.

She quickly got up and straightened her clothes, which were dishevelled. He glanced from top to bottom, blatantly checking her out. Her hair were open, her skirt stopped just above her knees, her feet was bare and her top giving out the loose details of her beautiful breasts. Suddenly their naked image flashed in his mind and he hardened below. He closed his eyes as if trying to restraint himself. 

'What is it?', she asked hesitantly, as this was the first time he had entered her room. 

He cleared his throat, ' I have dismissed my personal maid. From now on, you would take her place and look after my things. Every morning, they should be ready and in place. I get up at six and after gym, I take my bath around seven. At eight I have breakfast and around eight thirty I am ready to leave. Any questions?', he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

'N..no', she stammered. She made a mental note to talk to his maid before she leaves. 

'I have a fixed breakfast menu, just make sure nothing goes wrong there', he added.

'No mistakes would be tolerated ', he warned and turned back to leave. He was feeling unwanted emotions for this girl. He just wanted to bully her into leaving, why was he getting turned on by her! Was he a perv? 

'Ok..', she said with a prolonged expiration. It was certainly an added task, especially during these busy times. But she must do it, everything depended on his consent. 

She quickly left her room, to catch the maid before she leaves and was able to understand his requirements. After talking to her, she realized everything was almost on auto-pilot and she just had to moniter it for timely delivery. She was confident that she would be able to do it. 

Next morning, when he went to the gym, she quickly placed everything according to his preference and then confirmed with the cook if he was preparing the required dishes accordingly. 

She quickly got ready for her own classes and they were ready on time to leave for their respective destinations. Sanam was happy that, she was able to do the tasks perfectly. Although she wanted to ask him, if he was happy with her work. But seeing his sour mood, she decided otherwise. She sat on her side, and looked outside the window while he was reprimanding his secretary on phone. 

'Take this', he said. 

She turned and looked at his hand, which was offering a credit card to her. She looked questioningly at him. 

'Buy a few dresses for yourself ', he said and again looked out. 

'I..I already have dresses.', she stammered, remembering the last week shopping she did with his father.

'Buy dresses which make you look like a woman, not a f*****g kid and buy some wired bras for these', he cupped one of her breast and lifted it up slightly, making her red like a tomato. 

'And DON'T make me repeat myself twice', he warned her again and left the card on her thighs. 

She was more than glad, when the driver stopped infront of her college and without turning, she quickly left the car and ran towards her class. 

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While returning, she quickly stopped at a fashion store and bought some dresses. Just like what she saw on TV few days back. She also bought some wired' lingerie sets as mentioned by him. 

When she finally reached home, she put everything in her wardrobe and dressed in her usual clothes and slept. 

After her dinner ,she quickly sat with her books. Her exams were a week later and she had a lot to revise. Suddenly her phone bleeped. It was him! Her heart began racing in anticipation. 

She opened her phone to read his message. 

'Wear the lingerie and come to my room', it read. 

Her heart began racing and a sense of unease developed inside her. But she had to comply with his wishes, as she had promised him and now there was no scope of turning back.

With a heavy heart, she wore the new undergarments and a cotton nightgown over it. She was still hesitating when another message came.

'FAST!' 

She hurried and left for his room. When she knocked slowly, the door was already open and she entered inside. 

'It took you half an hour ', he stated as if he was counting the minutes. 

She remained silent and looked down at her toes. 

He circled around her thin frame and began. 

'There are few rules, you should always be mindful about and follow', he said while stopping behind her. 

This made her breath hitch in the middle, she felt vulnerable by having him behind her. 

'If your name is attached to mine. You are MINE ! Never think of another man, while you are with me. Understand?', he asked.

'Y..yes', she replied.

'When I call you, you MUST answer', he came infront of her and looked at her with his hooded eyes.

'Ok', she meekly replied. 

' And you should NEVER deny me', He said and with that he circled her and stopped behind her. He placed his hands over her shoulders and traced them down, making her shudder. She tried to move away, but his hands held her in place and roamed freely over her body, touching her back and waist, suddenly they reached her breasts, pressing them slightly. 

Sanam unprepared, flinched away and turned to face him, fear was evident in her eyes. She was silently pleading about her discomfort with his uninhibited touching,' please'.

His teeth clenched by her action,' Remove your gown ',

he said and sat on the sofa. Now, he wanted to test her limits. Either she will come in or move out. 

Both are for his benefit. 

'Ibrahim..please. I am not comfortable ', she uttered meekly. To which he raised an eyebrow and smiled.

'See, it's all sorted now. You cannot be my wife', he said and pointed towards the door. 

She looked at the door and then him. She had to take this step, she might dislike it, but she must, she thought to herself.

Sanam slowly opened her gown and took it off her body, finally dropping it to the floor. After a while, she stood there half-naked, in her new undergarments. She lowered her eyes out of embarrassment and shame, her thighs were pressed tightly against each other, and her hands held each other.

'Hands behind your back', he commanded in a hoarse voice. Slowly, she put her hands behind her back, exposing her assets even more, while her head hung in shame.

He never knew she would look like a goddess in those. His hands ached to touch her body, so he got up and reached her. This made her move away from him out of fear. Like a hungry lion, he paced towards her dangerously. She gulped when she saw him moving towards her and inched back. 

He stopped when she was within his reach. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the bed. 

'Please Ibrahim ',she said in a hoarse voice, fearful of his eyes, which looked dark and dangerous. 

'Aren't you my wife ?', he asked and made her sit on his lap. His hand caressed her naked back, while his other hand rested over her thighs. 

'But you said, you would think about it', she said and met his hungry eyes with her moist ones. 

'If you obey and do what I tell you to, you are already my wife', he said and kissed on her lips softly. They were soft as a petal, and her rosy smell attacked his nostrils. Wanting more, he nibbled on her lower lip hungrily and slowly deepened the kiss. She tasted sweet as honey and without realising his tongue was already inside her mouth, exploring it. Soon, he was devouring her mouth and her body went stiff. It was her first kiss and the feelings which were developing were unknown and foreign. 

She was pushing him away with half hearted attempts, while he pulled her towards himself. 

'Can I go now?', she asked meekly, pulling away from him, fearful of his temper. 

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. If she stays here longer, he wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself. 

'Yes', he said and loosened his grip. 

She quickly moved, picked up her gown and ran to her own room. 

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