Bollywood Nightmare (12 page)

Chapter Twelve

Kiya

I bet Johnny barely said a thing about my wedding to Aseem? I knew it! It was a beautiful week. We had the whole traditional shebang with celebrations each day, new outfits and lavish feasts. It was a completely magical experience.

“I am so glad we met,” he said the first night we spent together as man and wife. “I’m so glad you’re in my life.”

“In your life and your wife, even,” I added with a giggle.

“Yes, yes indeed. You know I loved you from the moment I saw you, don’t you?”

“Yes, you’ve told me a time or two,” I smiled cheekily.

“Oh, now, don’t get sassy with me, young lady. You’re my wife now.”

“And?”

“And you’ll respect me, I’m sure there was something in the vows about respect.”

“And if I don’t, what will you do?”

“I’ll spank you,” he said.

He’d never spanked me, properly. The smack at the airport was just a tease. We’d fucked a lot and we talked about spanking often—it featured in both our fantasies but for some reason he’d never actually slapped my buttocks. I was excited.

“Oh you will, will you?” I added extra sass. “Go on then, I’d like to see you try.”

“Right, young lady, you’ve asked for it.” He grabbed me then and rolled me over onto my front. “I’m going to spank this fucking naughty ass right now until you scream.”

“Oh, no, no, I’ll be good.” I squirmed. He pulled up my sari and yanked down my knickers.

“Oh, you’ll be good all right,” he roared, “but you still deserve to be punished first.”

He leaned over me then and whispered. His breath tickled my ear.

“Just say ‘genie’ if you want me to stop, okay?”

I nodded.

“Okay, I’m going to hold you in place.” He leaned over my waist. I felt pinned down and also exposed. “I’m going to spank you now, naughty girl.”

“No, sir, please, no.” I wasn’t really scared but playing along because if I really wanted him to stop I only had to use my word. He slapped me. It hurt. It was simple and complex and perfect because the pain made me yelp and then the following pleasure made me moan. As slap hit on top of slap and spank rained down on top of reddened flesh I squealed, moaned, kicked and wriggled and got very, very turned on. He gripped me tighter and I felt cherished.

I knew that sounded crazy but his punishment made me realise I was his and I trusted him completely.

“Right, are you going to be good now?”

“Yes,” I moaned, “oh, Aseem, yes.”

“Good because I need to fuck you now. Stay there.”

He clambered between my thighs, pulled me up onto my knees and pulled down his pants. He slammed into me and fucked me hard and fast. I took the pressure onto my shoulders and reached down to rub my clit. I was desperate to come.

“Come with me,” he moaned, “I’m close, come with me, wife.”

“Yes, oh, husband, yes,” I cried out. “I’m coming!” I screamed as pleasure ripped through my body. My buttocks ached, my cunt clenched and his cock spasmed inside carrying me along on the wave of passion that swept over us both.

“Love you, naughty wife,” he panted and lay down beside me.

“Love you too, nasty husband.”

“Remind me to spank you later for calling me nasty.”

“Okay,” I smiled, “I will.”

I know it doesn’t sound like the most romantic wedding consummation ever, but it was special. That night he made love to me and fucked me and I felt like a princess. I was so happy I could burst. It was a good start to our married life. Aseem, by the way, had been training to be a doctor when he was kidnapped so he continued with his career path as I played in the biggest Bollywood movies of the decade.

Well, I did until the day I got pregnant. “Dad,” I said, “you’re going to be a
naanaa
.” He broke down in tears, hugged me and slapped Aseem. Affectionately I think.

Johnny groaned.

“Not another bloody one,” he sighed. “Do you humans never stop breeding?”

“Oh, hush, I know you’re excited to be Uncle Johnny, you love kids.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t eat a whole one.” He rolled his eyes.

But he was happy really and on the day Aapti was born he was one of the very first to hold my son.

“He smiled,” he cooed as he cradled him in his big hands, “he likes his Uncle Johnny.”

“That was a burp,” I sighed, “you brought up his wind.”

But from that day on he told everyone he was the first person Aapti graced with a smile.

And of course my mum and Shelly were ecstatic. They both loved their grandson and I never wanted for a babysitter, in fact sometimes I had to beg them to let me have my son back for a while. Other times I was happy to have some time alone with my husband who was busy with his doctor’s practice. He enjoyed every minute of it though, he’d always wanted to help and to heal people.

* * * *

“Happy anniversary, dear,” he announced on the evening exactly five years from the day we married. He had a beautiful bouquet of lilies in his hand.

“Oh, darling, they’re lovely,” I cooed as I took them and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m glad you like them, but that’s not the only present I’ve got for you.”

“Mmm,” I purred, “that sounds promising.”

“Let me put these in a vase while you go upstairs and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be up in just a moment with your present.”

I wondered what it was as I slipped out of my cotton trousers and pulled off the matching top. I’d have been happy if my present was just him naked and in my arms but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for more. I snapped open my bra, and sighed when they settled into their natural position on my chest. I slipped out of my knickers and pulled out a light negligee from the drawer. It had been a birthday present from Aseem. The cream satin was cool against my skin and my nipples crinkled with pleasure at the stroke of the material and the memories that jumped to mind of my birthday night and my birthday spanking.

Maybe I could get an anniversary spanking. Five spanks for every year of marriage? Well, that would be a nice start.

I leapt onto the bed as I heard Aseem’s footfalls on the stairs. I attempted to arrange my limbs seductively in the moments before he entered the room. I wasn’t sure I managed it but Aseem moaned appreciatively anyway.

“I swear I have the most beautiful wife in all the world,” he said, walking over to me on the bed. “I really am the luckiest man alive.”

“And I the luckiest woman,” I replied. “Now where’s my present?”

“Patience,
janemaan
, I’m getting to that.”

He placed a wrapped box before me. I grabbed and ripped off the paper and opened the plain cardboard box it contained. Inside were toys, adult toys.

“Oh, my.” I gasped. “Are you going to use these on me?”

“Yes.” He nodded and took the red velvet cuffs and wrapped one around my wrist. He pulled the Velcro tight and fed the connecting thread around the middle bar of the headboard before trapping my other wrist in it. I lay on my stomach with my hands tied in front of me. I felt the satin ride up over my buttocks to reveal my bottom half to my husband’s gaze.

“Did you see this?” he asked and passed a long red ostrich feather beneath my nose. “I’m going to have fun with this.”

He gently passed it over my cheek and I pulled my breath in sharply at the delicate tickle that followed in its wake. He continued to tease it over my flesh. Down my shoulders, over my back and down each leg. He spent torturous minutes waving it over the pads of my feet. I laughed, kicked and wiggled to get away from the teasing tickling stick.

“Stop, please, mercy,” I gasped, desperate to stop giggling and start fucking. The feather might have tickled but it also made me very aware of every inch of my exposed flesh. I was highly turned on and Aseem hadn’t even touched me.

“Okay, I’ll stop with this one and use the next gift. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I cried, “please!”

I had seen the other implement in the box. It was a flogger. Again red, the flails made of the same suede that the handle was covered in, and I couldn’t wait to feel it on my skin.

Aseem had spanked me many times over the years we’d been together but he’d always used his bare hand. As arousing as that was, I was eager to feel the fiery flick of the flogger. A new experience for our anniversary.

“Oh, it’s got a nice weight in my hand,” he proclaimed, “and the handle is lovely and soft.”

I held my breath and waited for the moment he’d use it on me. The first touch I felt was of the strands cascading over my shoulders. The strands were heavier in their caress than the light-edged feather but still they tickled my flesh.

He trailed the tails down to my arse. Both buttocks were completely exposed and so the fronds tickled over and between my cheeks I braced myself for what would happen next. The first swipe wasn’t hard. It made me gasp as the tips left a little pain after the tickling caress. Aseem grew more confident and struck me harder each time. It was the perfect level of pleasurable pain and it exploded in several places at once. I shifted my hips up and down as I became more and more turned on.

“I can’t wait any more,” he groaned. “I’m going to have to fuck you now.”

He reached up and unfastened the cuffs so I could turn over. Then he fastened me back.

Aseem moved off the bed and I watched from my prone position as he took off his clothes. I licked my lips when he revealed his rock-hard cock. I loved my husband and I knew I’d never tire of seeing his gorgeous body.

“Okay, wife, are you ready for me?” He smirked wickedly.

“Oh, yes, husband, I am very ready for you.”

“Let me check.” He climbed over to me and pushed a finger down between my wet sex lips. “Oh yes,” he moaned, “you really are ready.”

He climbed between my thighs and ran his cock up and down my slit. I writhed beneath him, desperate for his penetration. I met his aroused gaze and I could see how much he enjoyed teasing me but also I noted the strain in his cheeks and neck. I knew he was teasing himself too. We both sighed in relief when his dick pushed into me. I was so wet he slipped in without trouble. I welcomed him inside me enthusiastically and wrapped my legs around him to pull him deeper.

His hands fell either side of my head as he leaned over me to get more manoeuvrability in his hips. He fucked me hard and fast and I just held on for the ride. We kissed deeply. I loved him so much and I tried to express that through my lips and the way I pushed my body up to his.

I felt cherished and wanted. Aseem moaned through our kiss and I knew from the way he tensed that he was close to coming.

“Fill me,” I whispered when our mouths parted. I cocked my head so I could press my words to his ears. “Come inside me. I want your cum. I want to feel your orgasm as you explode inside me. I want to feel your cum slipping down between my lips.”

“Fuck, yes.” He groaned and ground harder into me. “My dirty, filthy wife, I love you.” He held still within me and I felt his cock throb inside me.

“I love you too,” I panted. “Happy anniversary.”

“Hold on, we’re not finished yet,” he said and rolled to his side and lay next to me. He rested his cheek against my stomach and ran his fingers up between my thighs. I moaned, split my thighs and lifted my bum off the bed. I needed to come and I wanted him to give me that release.

“Oh, you are a naughty wife,” he whispered and dipped his fingers inside me, “you’re so wet and so hot.”

“For you,” I gasped, echoing the words of the first time we made love.

“Yes,
janemaan
, you are my own personal slut, it is one of many things I love about you. Now come for me, baby. I want to see you come.”

I rocked my hips up and down in time with his finger-fucking. I was tied, I had no control over my body or my pleasure. I was totally dependent on Aseem and that made me feel so sexy and hot.

He left his fingers in me and pressed his thumb to my clit. I loved the full feeling and the clit stimulation was just what I needed to push my pleasure to the next level.

“Yes, yes,” I cried, “I’m going to come, Aseem.”

“Come for me.” He kissed my stomach. “Come for me.”

I stiffened and felt the world explode within me. I blew apart then pulled back together around his fingers that still rested inside me. I was intrinsically part of him as I reformed as the same woman but content and all the more convinced that I was with the love of my life. I didn’t want to be anywhere else, I didn’t want to be with anyone else. I was where I was meant to be. Contentment washed over me as the orgasmic bliss gently faded.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“And thank you,” he replied. “Happy anniversary. Here’s to many more.”

“Orgasms or anniversaries?” I giggled.

“Both, I hope!” We laughed, kissed and he reached up to free my hands. “Did you enjoy your presents?”

“Oh yeah.” I nodded enthusiastically and rubbed my wrists as my hands tingled with release. “Oh very yeah.”

“Hmm, I’ll have my work cut out besting that next year, won’t I?”

My love for Aseem grew every day. He was once again my jailer but I didn’t want to break free. Every day I found some reason to fall in love with him just a little bit more.

I was just living proof that sometimes life was stranger than a Bollywood movie and sometimes what seemed to be a nightmare could change into a dream come true.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Johnny

Before we go any further, I should introduce myself. You can call me Johnny. It’s not my name, but you can call me by it. I’m a Djinn and we don’t give out our real names willy-nilly like you daft humans. We know the power of a name and are very cagey when it comes to introductions.