Saza (Punishment)

Khushi saw the most beautiful cascade of incandescent lights shifting in front of her eyes. Every hue of peach, pink, orange, amber, and grapefruit danced across her vision, blending flawlessly from one to the next. The lights were warm and inviting, beckoning her to follow. And so she did. She followed the lights to wherever they were taking her and she could feel her heartbeat racing. She then realized she was flitting about in a beautiful meadow. Tall blades of grass eagerly stood at attention to kiss her delicately grazing fingertips. This feeling was so….. exhilarating. She had no idea where she was running to, but felt a warm glow spread through her, like the sun was caressing her skin. She couldn’t contain the smile on her face, the glee, as she twirled about and basked in the feeling of the meadow surrounding her, swaying with her, the happiness that was drifting through her. Overwhelmed with elation, she sighed in contentment. As she continued to run, her eyes caught a flash of something in the distance. It was… a person? She tried to focus as she ran towards the image, needing to find out what it was, allured inexplicably. And then it came into view. A man. A tall, handsome man standing with his arms crossed, looking at her. Waves of jet black hair, very knowing milk chocolate eyes that were seeing right through her, and a sensual grin touching his lips. Dhak dhak dhak dhak. Was that her….? She clutched at her heart as it picked up speed and beat louder the closer she got to him. What was this….feeling? The warm glow was getting hotter as she closed the distance between them, beginning to radiate through her entire body. She was at its mercy. The exhilaration was getting sharper and sharper, making her run out of air. And then she looked into those milk chocolate depths. Her heart stopped as an explosion of color burst through her and she felt as if she were falling. Desperately, she flailed her arms, hoping he would catch her and gasped for air as she cried out to him…. “ARNAVJI!”

She’d awoken with a startle, bolting upright as she labored for breath and placed a hand over her head. “Devi Maiya, what kind of dream was that?” she thought to herself, panting. She could feel a fine sheen of perspiration along her forehead and she used the cool sheet in her hands to wipe her brow. When she opened her eyes again she noticed the empty space next to her on the bed. “Arnavji?” she whispered almost to herself.

“Hi.”

That husky greeting floated over to her ears. She refocused her eyes and finally registered his form. He was lying on the bed…..on his stomach....between her legs?!? “Arnavji! What are you doing?!!?” she gasped in shock.

“Khushi, you taste divine in the morning.” He gave her another leisurely lick. He’d woken up to find her sleeping in one of her crazy tae kwon do poses, with her legs spread eagle. It was as if she was laid out in front of him like a holy sacrifice and so, he’d been but a mere humble servant. He’d settled comfortably between her legs and fulfilled his duty to worship her. With every caress and kiss of his mouth over her femininity, her breathy moans had gotten louder as her legs had gotten more restless. He’d been determined to take her over the edge and she’d been a firecracker even in her sleep. Her body had writhed beneath his insistent tongue until she’d reached her intense climax. What a beautiful sight it had been to witness, to taste, first thing in the morning. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her clitoris before moving off the bed.

She’d been at a loss for words. He’d pleasured her in her sleep? How had she not woken up? She couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded even as her face heated to the hue of a tomato. She was snapped out of her reverie when her husband climbed off the bed. “Arnavji, where are you going? You didn’t even….”

“Khushi I have an early meeting, I’m going to be late!” he said hastily as he closed the door to the bathroom. He quickly jumped into the shower and willed his raging erection to calm down. He needed to get away from her before she finished her lingering thought. She’d been about to make him an offer that he wouldn’t have been able to refuse. He had to put some distance between them, for her sake. The truth was he just didn’t want to wear her out. He’d been excessive last night, waking her up several times to satiate his hunger, never mind that she’d obliged him every single time, enthusiastically so. It was always like this when he came back from a business trip. No matter if it was just a day away from her, he would still miss her, crave her. And then the second he saw her again, his body would be drawn to hers like a magnet, unwilling to separate. When he woke up, he’d been determined to show her his gratitude, for putting up with him, for loving him, unconditionally so. Even if she wasn’t aware, he knew she had to be somewhat sore this morning and he’d set about trying to dissipate any discomfort she might’ve felt. That meant pleasuring her and keeping his hands, and other body parts, to himself. Lost in his thoughts, he was lathering his abdomen up with shower gel when two delicate hands slid across his waist.

Did he think he could just run away from her? Meeting or no meeting, she wasn’t going to leave her husband in this state. She absorbed the feel of his muscled torso for a fraction of a second before gliding her palms further south and seizing him in her hands. He wasn’t escaping so easily this time. “Meine kaha ta na? Pehle hum nahain gai!” (“I told you before right? I will shower first!”)

He froze once she’d captured him in her firm grasp. He didn’t dare make a move, afraid he’d embarrass himself. “Khushi…..I was…..I was running late…” he was having a hard time controlling his urge to thrust forward into her hands.

“Aur humara shower? Uska kya? Aap ko saza tho milay gi!” (“And my shower? What about that? You will be punished!”) Khushi wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, throwing renditions of his own lines back at him, remembering from his “bachelor’s party”. She was somewhat thankful that she wasn’t facing him. With increasing confidence she leaned forward and planted her lips along the delineation bisecting his muscled back. She alternated between soft kisses and delicate licks before going on tip toe to nip at his shoulder. “Let me just make sure you’re all squeaky clean first.” Taking a deep breath to fortify her resolve she turned him around and gently pushed him up against the tiled wall. Squirting some shower gel into her hands, she placed her palms over his chest.

He trapped his wife’s hands under his to stop her, his gaze solemn. “Khushi, you don’t have to this. I know I went overboard last night and you must be feeling…..”

“Arnavji, I’m not a delicate flower. I won’t break. Besides, I feel fine. You took such attentive care of me this morning…. it’s my turn to take care of my husband.” She went on tip toe to close the gap between their lips and settled her mouth onto his. She slid her hands in small circles across his chest, sudsing him up, feeling random sprays of water flying in between them. Her hands glided over his shoulders, spreading the lather as she dropped kisses around his mouth, seeking permission to enter.

She was so wrong. The tender way she was kissing him left him defenseless. When he felt her lick the seam between his lips, he’d opened his mouth, letting his eager tongue join hers. The kiss grew and blossomed into something much more, quickly spiraling his urgency out of control. She tasted so sweet, like a honeyed nectar from the rarest of exotic flowers, plucked from a secret garden. She was a delicate flower… his delicate flower. Her hands smoothed over his body, spreading the soap, lightly massaging as she went, hovering over him like a hummingbird.

He felt marvelous beneath her hands. Every one of her caresses was met by sleek muscle and subtle strength. As she continued to kiss him, she traversed over his arms, down to his hands, entwining them for a moment, giving a squeeze, before placing them back on his hips.

When her slick palms slid lower and enveloped him in her hold again, he broke away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against the side of her face. He closed his eyes and reveled at how amazing, how right this felt. He’d been a fool to think he could’ve left her this morning, left the exquisiteness of her touch, and carried on normally with his day. He was completely enraptured, desperately holding onto her hips as he savored the sensations running through him.

She could feel his ragged breaths billowing onto her cheek. She nuzzled into his neck, tracing her nose along the underside of his jaw, landing her mouth just below his chin. Intrigued by the sensation of his stubble prickling her lips, she lightly rubbed them over the area, feeling tingles shoot down her spine. She tightened her slippery hands on his shaft and stroked, ever so slowly. She heard him let out a hiss of pleasure, as he squeezed her hips. Empowered by his reaction, her touch grew bolder. She grasped him tighter and twirled her hand on every upward and downward stroke.

“Khushi…” he was overwhelmed by his wife’s tender assault. He quickly turned his face, catching her lips to flick his tongue against hers and nip at her plump bottom lip. He felt her slick palm swirling across his sensitive head and almost lost it. His hands shot up to her forearms, stilling her instantly. Struggling for control he opened his eyes, ready to beg and plead. “Khushi, I need you.”

“Arnavji, I need you too.”

Why did that little confession have his blood pumping even faster? He let out a soft growl as he swiftly grabbed her, turning them around to press her up against the tile wall. He paused for a fleeting moment, gazing at her beauty. The water was spraying the side of her face, droplets clinging to her black-as-midnight lashes. He brushed back the thick wet ropes of her hair, hooked her right leg into the crook of his elbow and sunk into her.  “Khushi, you feel like heaven.” He began to surge forward and back.  “God. So tight and wet. I love the way your body clutches me.” Her slick heat was leaving him breathless.

She moaned with every push and retreat. Wrapping her arms around him she trailed her hands down his back and onto his muscled behind, pulling him closer, driving him deeper. She held onto him there, amazed at the feel of his powerful muscles flexing with every thrust forward.

Water continued to sluice over them, every push forward causing soap suds to leave his body to eagerly cling onto hers. He slid his right hand up her side to massage her breast, abrading her nipple against his slick palm. He leaned down to nip the pulse at the base of her throat following with an open-mouth kiss. He picked up the pace of his rhythm, thrusting in accordance with the rapid beat pulsing against the tip of his tongue.

“Arnavji!”

He loved hearing his name escaping her lips. When he looked at her, she’d had her eyes closed, biting on her bottom lip. He didn’t want to be shut out, he wanted to see into her soul. “Khushi, look at me.”

She quickly shook her head “no” in abandon as he continued to plunge into her. “Arnavji I can’t…I can’t keep them open. This feels…. you feel so good. Please don’t....don’t stop” she begged.

“I won’t stop sweetheart, I promise.” His lips were a breath away from hers, brushing over them ever so lightly each time he thrust forward. “But please, open your beautiful eyes. I want to see them…I need to seem them.” She finally opened her eyes, hazy with lust. Locking his gaze with hers, he began to swivel his hips to hit her g-spot and grind against her nub upon each in-stroke, as he penetrated deep. She released his behind to scrape her nails down his back, sending a spark to zip through him. When he rubbed his thumb back and forth over her nipple and tweaked it with a soft pinch, she tumbled over the edge. He was taken back by the raw passion and surrender he saw in her expression, in those doe-eyed depths, when she came undone. It was his demise, causing him to lose it as well and tumble right after her.

They held each other for long moments before he lowered her leg. She gently pushed him until he stood directly under the stream of spraying water and began smoothing her hands over him, washing away the remnants of soap from his body.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against the crook there, overcome with shyness. “Aap ko apni saza kaisay lagi?” (“How did you like your punishment?”) she asked softly, unable to contain her smile. She couldn’t help but lick at the water droplets on his skin and take a soft bite of the muscle there, loving the feel and scent of him.

Arnav had been busy washing the soap off her before he snaked his hands into her hair and cupped the back of her head, letting his fingers massage her scalp. He tilted her head back to make her look at him.

Seeing her husband’s unguarded expression, she reached up on tip toe to kiss his stubbly chin and then the tip of his nose. She was rewarded with a heart stopping smile.

“You can punish me like that anytime you want sweetheart.” His voice had taken on an unrecognizable gravelly tone as he leaned forward to seal his lips onto hers.

Smiling back at him, she playfully thumped a hand against his chest. “Laad Governor kaheen kai!”