Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

Then another smack resonated. One after another. One after another. He kept on spanking her ass.. She lost her count after 15 hits. His hit was so hard and full-blown as he was roasting her butt with his mere hands. With every strike, her ass rippled and it got redder and redder. She cried out and wailed with pain. With each slap, he increased the power of each strike. He kept on spanking till her skin was breaking in some places and blood was spurting out of those areas where his ring struck her. He practically roasted her butt with his mere hands.

She was a crying mess. Her whole form was shaking with her hiccups and sobs. Her face was red and wet. Her ass was blood red. She kept on begging him to stop but he didn't rather spank her harder. Her body shivered with pain.

He stopped after spanking her soft plump ass for good five minutes. He caressed her blood-red ass and leaned down kissing her butt cheek. She was ashamed and embarrassed that he has seen her naked. But her pain overpowered her embarrassment.

Giving her the last hardest spank, he pulled her trouser up again to her waist and made her sit on his lap. She jolted with soreness and tried to stand up but he held her waist firmly not letting her stand. He kissed her tears and softly wiped her wet face. While she was struggling to stand up anyhow.

"Ple..ase" she sobbed.

"Please what?" he feigned ignorance.

"Ple..ase let me.. stand" she hiccuped.

He looked at her and then kept on looking at her. Her nose was pink and her eyes spilled tears out. Her body lightly shook with sobs. Her cheeks were red and wet. His eyes stopped on her pink lips which were quivering with pain.

"Plea..se" she said again.

"Disobey me next time then only your ass will not be bleeding"

Before she could say anything he abruptly knitted his hand in her locks and brought her face closer to her attaching his lips to her trembling ones. In a swift motion, he laid her on the sofa and hovered over her while kissing her viciously. His lips dominated hers. His tongue licked the seam of her lips and he entered his tongue inside her dry mouth. His lips sucked on hers while his tongue danced against her tongue. His tongue explored each corner of her mouth. It caressed the roof of her mouth and stroked either side of her tongue. He moved his lips against her coaxing her lips to move against his but she didn't kiss him back. Her lips were numb while her body again struggled to get out of his hold. He locked her waist by her knees and pressed his body against his and continued to kiss her till she was out of breath.

He pulled back and saw her disheveled state. This girl was getting on his nerves. Whenever he kissed her she would never kiss him back and it was irking the hell out of him. She is his wife!

"You want me to choke you to death," he jeered.

She shooked her head violently. Fear was evident in her eyes.

"Then kiss me fucking back this time."

He said and glued her lips against his. And this time she kissed him back out of fear.

Fear of him

They both pulled apart after sharing a fiery kiss and panted heavily. Her eyes were crying out tears of humiliation and helplessness. Before he could notice her tears she turned away her face and wiped her tears.

Deep down she knew he didn't like her hesitance and resistance towards her. He wanted her complete submission that if he kissed her, she should kiss him back with double intensity. She should always be ready to please him. She should do whatever he says. She should always confront her love for him. She knew he demanded this submission from him.

To be his perfect wife.

But she cant be his perfect wife. She might have married him but he does not have her heart. She could be his perfect wife only if he had captivated her heart with his charms. Daniyal had her heart. If Daniyal had married her she would have been his perfect wife then. She would do anything to please him and that's all because she loves him and he loves her. Their marriage would have been the most perfect.

She wanted Daniyal not him.

Irtaza knew that she does not love him and that was the main reason to claim her like him. He wanted to be the center of all her thoughts. He wanted her mind, body, soul everything. He wanted her to be his.

Only his

No one else's. And if that ever happened he would set all the world on fire. Nothing in this universe will then be able to placate his demons if she betrayed him like her.

He got off of her and called someone on the telecom to bring some ice and a cloth to the room. And within seconds the things were on the door.

He wrapped the ice in the cloth and asked her to lay on the bed face first and she did. He slid down her trousers making her breath hitch.

"Relax," he said and softly dabbed the cloth on her blood-red ass which was turning blue in some places. She on the other hand was trying her best not to run away. He continued to tap the cloth until he felt the pain has reduced. She hissed with sting whenever the cold cloth made contact with her sensitive skin. After five minutes, he placed the cloth on the table and slid up her trousers before both of them stood up.

"Zahra your fingers are safeguarded on your hands until this ring is high on your finger. I promise I will break them all and shove them down your throat if next time I saw this type of a fit coming from you." He warned and left the room.

She immediately locked the room as soon as he left. Her body was shaking with aftershocks. She took a long shower to remove his touch. After that, she lay on the bed and cried her heart out till she slept.

'Daniyal, Daniyal.' I called out. My voice was terrified and worried. My words echo back in the hallway causing them to strike against my ears.