Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (11 page)

I didn't even have to give him an answer, for he already knew, I had no choice.

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In the limousine on the way back to Shekhar's mansion, he kissed my neck and his hands, suddenly seeming clumsy and lecherous, roamed my body.  I kept my eyes plastered shut, trying to hold in the emotion that I didn't want to have to explain.  I didn't know what to do.  Swimming in the dizzying effect of his heavy cologne, I felt lightheaded.

And utterly trapped.

As soon as I stepped out of the limousine outside his front door, Shekhar swept me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing.  Manu was waiting to hold open the front door, and Shekhar whisked me inside and past Manu without a word or sideways glance.  He stared ferally into my eyes as he raced through the house with me right to his bedroom door.  He placed me back on my feet just to open the door.

And when the heavy door swung open, I saw her.

Kishori lay prone on the round rug before the door, nude, and with her legs spread wide.

I gasped and turned my head away, hiding my face in the sleeve of Shekhar's sleeve.  Kis gasped in shock as well, and she scurried backward on the carpet, clamoring to cover herself.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind us.  "LAY BACK DOWN!" Shekhar thundered.  I startled and reared back from him, never having heard him raise his voice.  I saw Kis' eyes fill with tears as she reluctantly returned to her spread legged position on the rug.  Shekhar looked down at her contemptuously.  "You do not move until I tell you to, do you not know the rules?" he growled.

Kis did not meet his eyes, but she nodded, biting her lip.  "Yes Shekhar, I apologize.  I was just surprised…To see someone else."

He nodded, tight lipped, his anger toward Kis still more than apparent.  "You will stay there until I am ready for you," he demanded in a quiet, angry tone.  He turned back to me.  His expression toward me was the exact opposite of the way he had looked at my lover who was lying alone on the floor like a dog waiting for her master.  Though his face conveyed deep love and desire toward me, the hatred within me boiled dangerously.  Why was she here?  What was going on?

Shekhar took my hand and jerked me toward the bed, not taking a second to wonder what I might be thinking or feeling.  He dragged me to the foot of the bed where he spun me around and placed my hands on the footboard.  He breathed raggedly as he strode behind me and jerked down my saree, the flimsy material tearing.  I started again as I had never seen this side of him.  He grunted as he fumbled with the buckle of his belt and then I heard it clink on the floor as he dropped his pants.  Suddenly, his hand was on my back, feeling clammy and cool against my flushed skin.  He pushed me over the footboard of his bed and hiked my hips up.  I cried out as he rammed his large cock into me from behind.  The footboard bent me in half, cutting into my
stomach and hurting worse with each of his brutal thrusts.  "Oh, Shekhar!" I cried, unable to prevent the tears from flowing.  "You're hurting me!"

His violent thrusting continued.  "Just a moment, my love, I promise, just a moment…" he breathed.  I cried bitterly as he continued his assault but as promised, it was only a moment before he was exploding within me.  He pulled out of me and let me off the footboard.  I grasped my aching abdomen and turned slowly to peer up at him with wounded eyes.  But he paid no attention to me as he strode back to Kis and pulled her by her hand up off the floor.  I watched in terror as he dragged her to the footboard and bent her over it, administering the same cruel treatment I'd just received.  He promised her as well it would only be a moment.  I stared with my hand clamped over my mouth. 
Kishori's tiny delicate body bashed against the foot board as he savagely took her.  She snuck a desperate look at me and everything in me wanted to rush forward and somehow save her.  Mercifully, as it had been with me, it was over as Shekhar in his frenzied state came again quickly.

He pulled Kis off of the foot board, and reached out once more.  Pulling me closer, so that I was elbow to elbow with my sweet Kishori, he put a hand on each of our shoulders and pushed us down to our knees. 

"Pleasure me, both of you," Shekhar growled.  "And I will pleasure you both."

My racing heart slowed slightly when I was so close to Kis.  I felt slightly safer knowing she was close enough for me to touch. 
To save.

Shekhar put a hand on the back of Kis' head and pulled it back.  With his other hand, he pulled his cock tight and then thrust it between her lips.  I heard her momentarily choke but she recuperated and began to suck as required.  He threw his head back and moaned, praising her.  Then he withdrew his cock and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting inside of my mouth.  I glared up at him with angry eyes, but he certainly mistook my heat as desire as he began rocking in and out of my mouth.  He was much gentler with me than with Kis, but it didn't make my desire to bite his dick off any less.

Several moments went by of Shekhar alternating his cock between our two mouths.  I kept my eyes closed and tried to lose myself in knowing that Kis, my love was right next to me.  I could feel her cheek against my own, could feel the heat of her.  I tried to imagine it was just we two, and that Shekhar was not here using and degrading us.  I opened my eyes and saw her watching me out of the corner of her eyes as she swirled her tongue on the tip of his cock.  I reached out tentatively with my tongue, and licked him with her.  Our tongues touched and a shiver passed through me.  Kis was overcome, and she placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth.

Like lightening, Shekhar reached down and belted Kishori in the mouth, sending her sprawling to the floor.  I fell back as well, sobbing.

"YOU DO NOT TOUCH HER, WHORE!" Shekhar screamed.  I scrambled farther back, trying to cover my exposed body.  I felt desperate to rush to Kishori who laid quietly crying, and cupping her injured jaw in her shaking hand.  But I was suddenly terrified about what may happen to either if us if I did. 

Shekhar stood fuming, his hair a wild mess, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes livid with rage.  He stomped to where Kis had landed.  "SHE WILL BE MY WIFE.  YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH HER EVER, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

He seemed unhinged and he began to draw back his foot as if to kick her.

"SHEKHAR, NO STOP!" I screamed as my love cowered and attempted to protect her face. 

He stopped and turned toward me.  "Please my love," I begged him.  "She thought that was what you wanted, that's all.  We only wanted to please you.  Now we know, not to touch each other.  Please forgive us."  I groveled in the most convincing voice I could muster, watching Kis out of the corner of my eye, but being careful not to show her outward attention. Shekhar rushed to me, kneeling on the floor and sweeping me into his strong arms.

"Gita, Gita!" he cried, cuddling me against his hairy chest.  "Do not cry!  I am not angry with you, my most precious one.  It is her who has enraged me."

I wept against him.  Though his nearness sickened me, I knew if I could get him to hold me close, he would be leaving her alone.  "Please, no more anger.  Please," I whispered. 

Shekhar gently laid me out on the rug.  "No, love," he said intensely.  "No more anger."  He lowered himself over my body and this time entered me gently, took me gently.  It took much longer for him to reach his end and I turned my face to the side and focused on not crying.

Where once I had found pleasure, I now found stark terror and Kis had to lay there and watch as he had what he wanted from me. 

When he was finished with me, he sent us both back to the harem.

***

Kis and I became far more secretive and discreet with our relationship.  We were terrified that somebody might figure out what was going on between us.  But, we continued to be drawn together like moths to a flame.  Late in the nights, she'd slip into my room.  Sometimes we'd cuddle up together, holding each other and crying, not knowing what we should do.  Shekhar's true nature had been revealed.  Not only that, but I was his chosen one.  If he were to ever somehow find out what went on between us…

It crossed our minds that we would both be executed.

Yet, even with the threat of death lingering in the backgrounds of our lives, there were still other times when our passion was irresistible.  Numerous times, I woke with her already under my covers, her mouth already on me, her tongue moving in and out of me.  The intensity of going straight from deep sleep to intense erotic passion brought about profound orgasms for us both.  To me, Kis' touch was something well worth risking death for.

In our private moments, Shekhar remained a kind and compassionate lover to me.  I could almost forget the nightmarish encounter with Kis where he had brutalized us both.  Yet, I knew that just below the charming surface roosted a black heart and was sure that the monster would eventually rear its ugly head again.

And so it continued.  When Shekhar called for me, I played my part of devoted lover and fiancé.  I wanted nothing more to find a way to leave the harem.  But even if I could get out, there was no guarantee that Kis could get out too and I simply had to stay near her.  And at times he was otherwise occupied; I carried on my affair with Kis under the protective veil of the night. 

Shekhar's mother, Padma became consumed with me and much of my day was spent planning the approaching lavish wedding.  I struggled through each endless planning session with her only to rush to the bathroom to become violently ill afterward.  My life had become a nightmare.  I dreaded considering my future as Mrs. Kulkarni, yet I couldn't fathom life without Kis.  And to somehow escape Shekhar would doubtlessly also mean losing her.

Part 5

Six months raced by and brought me careening into the eve of my wedding.  Padma had every moment of my day planned for primping and preparing.  She told me she hoped I'd had my fill of Shekhar the previous night as I wouldn't be seeing him again until I was walking down the aisle to him.

Oh how I bit my tongue to refrain from telling just how much I had in fact had my fill of the bastard.

I moved through the day in a blur.  I was far beyond tears by the time that day rolled around.  My mind lived in the place that was just before madness.  I was pliant and willing to be led around by Padma from one function to the next.  I lay nude on a table in the salon as workers covered my body in the paste made of turmeric and honey.  After I was left to soak in that, I was then washed in a bath or fragrant rose water.  Next they washed, waxed, and brushed every inch of my hair, preparing and cleaning it to be elaborately styled in the morning.  Then numerous artists worked to cover my legs, feet, arms, and hands in gorgeous henna art.  It was late that night when I was finally allowed to go to sleep for a few short hours.

Padma had me up before the sun the morning of my wedding.  I followed her like a puppy through another lengthy session of beautifying until finally at noon, I was fully prepared to meet my soon to be husband for our wedding ceremony.  I stood before the mirror and gasped at my own reflection.

My large black eyes never looked more alluring with the rich and artful smoky makeup.  Plump lips were colored crimson and seemed to invite a kiss.  My slim body shimmered in the silky white saree that was covered with thousands of delicate, glinting crystals.  It swept the floor and only when I took a step were my beautifully decorated bare feet visible.  My hair was styled in a large bun comprised of a thousand perfect ringlets at the nape of my long neck.  A jewel encrusted, golden shringar perched delicately atop my head, tracing my hairline, and scooping to the middle of my forehead in a cluster of diamonds.  A heavy gold and diamond collar graced my slender neck and matching diamond earring dripped from my ear lobes. Elaborate haathpools of more gold and diamonds adorned my wrists and fingers.  As a finishing touch, Padma inserted a nath, or nose ring into my nose.  The effect was complete.  I was the vision of the perfect bride.

And inside I was dying.

Padma put her hands on my shoulders as she stared at me in the mirror.

"My darling, Gita," Padma said.  "I knew as soon as I first saw you that you would be the one my son would choose.  And you will be so perfect. This harem has never in all my years known a woman who could come close to your beauty.  And you are kind, intelligent and obedient.  You will be the perfect wife, and the perfect mother to my grandchildren," she said happily, wrapping me in a gently hug so as not to mess my carefully prepared perfection.

"Thank you, Padma," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.

***

The wedding was in the house of Shekhar Kulkarni, and was a small affair with only three hundred in attendance.  All the women of the harem were there.  They all stared at me with naked hatred.  Except for my beloved Kis.  She dared to watch me with haunted eyes.  It was a small comfort to have her near on that, the day of my demise, but I knew her heart was shattering.  For she knew what I knew.  Though marrying Shekhar kept me close to Kis, there wasn't a doubt that I was marrying a madman.

The wedding transpired in a complete blur of which I cannot recall even now.  Afterwards the party goers made merry, and Shekhar kept me at his side constantly.  My bridal gown was too tight, and my stomach too distraught for me to consider eating, and my head grew light with only the first few sips of champagne.  Before long I was drunk, for the first time in my life.

At midnight, Shekhar whispered in my ear.  "Come my love, it looks as though I must take you to bed if I am to have you tonight; you have had far too much to drink."