Rashid's POV 

"I need you to touch me here." She put my hand over her core. I poked my tongue inside my mouth as she shamelessly demanded me to please her. And nothing makes me happier.

She should be like that. Shameless. Around me. Only me. After all as her husband it's my utmost duty to please her until she begs me to stop. And then starting again after I stop.

"Oh really?" My fingers pinched her nipples one last time drawing a ragged sound from her before they lowered to touch her ankles. I rubbed it a little making her more impatient with each strokes.

My fingers went a little higher touching her calves and rubbing them. "Here begum?"

She shook her head as no. I bite my lower lip to contain the grin that was threatening to spread anytime now.

My hand went under her skirt touching her thighs just above the knees and rubbing it softly, "Or here?" I asked lowering my tone.Her soft skin feels like expensive silk against my rough one.

She again shook her head as a no as a pout started to form on her lips.

"No? Really? Should I inch higher than?" She was about to nod but then immediately muttered a yes.

What a good little wife.

My hand finally reached to her core, I gently stroked my knuckles over her bare skin while she gasped at my touch.

"Yaha phir. Haina begum?"
(Here then. Right begum?)

"Ye-yes. Yes please. Please don't t-tease me an-ahh" I didn't let her finish her sentence as I pressed my thumb over her core and then kept stroking it in fluctuation.

The wetness of her inflammation made me grit my teeth together as a soft groan escaped my lips from the pain I felt from my hardness. Today isn't about me. It's about her. My pleasure will have to wait.

"Is it what you wanted? You are one wicked woman do you know that? A temptress in that little body." I kept teasing her extracting those small voices of moans and whimpers from her.

But I realized it was me who was being teased. Her little sounds of pleasure only added more to my distress,making me harder every second. 

This isn't about me, I scolded myself internally. It's about her. 

"They said you were an innocent and reserved person my dear.But if this is the example of innocence then they might not know any innocent person at all."

I increased the pressure more and more as she bite her lips as if to control the sounds. I immediately withdrew my fingers, making her whine by my action.

"N-no! Why d-did you stop?!" She whined while still panting.

"Because you are stopping the sounds that I am enjoying so much. So I am also stopping what you are liking." 

"I-I-"

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Y-yes."

"Then don't stop the little voices of gasp that I like." I pressed index and middle against her moist skin collecting all the wetness and withdrawing them again. 

I brought them my lips but she held my wrist blocking me to have my dessert.

"What are you doing!" She looked at me consciously.

"Tasting my wife." I held the her hands that was stoping me taking it and slide my fingers to my mouth while looking at her straight in the eyes.

My eyes closed in ecstasy and my bottom throbbed as soon as my tongue tasted her. She tasted just as I imagined she will. Sweet, exquisite. She tasted like the sweetest fruit to my patience.

Even if that made up for the patience I had to put, I craved for more.

I licked the fingers throughly showing her how much I was enjoying the taste of her by looking straight into her eyes as she turned more red by each passing second.

Oh was that a sight for me!

"And I am about to get more of her taste." I licked my lips as she frowned at my words.

I lowered my head as I put her legs over shoulder.

"Wh-what-" 

"Shh. Do you trust me begum?" I said looking at her.

"Yes. I do." She voiced out without any hesitation.

My chest swelled with pride and my manhood hardened more. I was right. She has bewitched me indeed. And I take pride being bewitched by her.

I have definitely lost my sense.

"Then let me do what I want to do begum." I lowered my head once again. Lifting her skirt again pulling it till her knee. The last thing I saw was her gulping before I moved my head to her core.

"Call me by my name if it gets too much begum." I whispered against her skin.

"Oh god! Don't speak when you are there!" She moaned and then whined.

I chuckled intentionally making my breath hit her skin once more.

"Are you c-"

I gave her core a long stripe of lick making her sentence stopping abruptly. She muttered something foreign under her breath but I was far too gone to notice it right there. I kept giving it soft flicks of licking. Her fingers tugged on my hair pulling it from the intensity of my tongue on her sensitive skin.

I have imagined this, her, for a long long time. She had made me wait like an impatient child who wants a sweet dish. Now that I have her I don't know where to start and where to finish.
Like the sweet dish she is I want her sprawled out. For me to feast on.

"S-sultan!" She croaked as I pushed my tongue inside her. Her thighs shook making her anklets making soft ringing noises. When will she stop making it so hard for me! 

But good thing I didn't remove them.

She pushed her legs against my shoulder trying to move me away from her, unable to take the pressure of my pleasure.

"If you push me one more time I will make sure you are here for hours. In this position.Till you faint. Maybe even after that." I looked at her before dropping down again and continuing with my devouring.

Her body started quivering excessively indicating how close she was. As I pressed my body more against her a sudden knock interrupted my actions.

"Sultan Shehzade Kahir aaye hain."
( Sultan Prince Kahir is here.)

Both mine and her body froze. She looked at me with horror in her eyes while I groaned in annoyance.

Not now baade miya! Why did you have to pick such a bad timing to come.

She tried to jerk her legs off my shoulder my I clutched them tightly with my biceps as I pulled her more close.

"W-what?! Let me go! Someone is here." She wiggled more trying to escape.

"I have told you before,I won't stop even if you tell me to. And I don't like to leave my meal unattended." My lips twitched in amusement while her in timidness.

"Please d-don't joke. Besides they will know if we make sounds."

"I guess they will." 

They won't. But I won't be telling her that.

She nodded her head almost relieved and tried to escape once more.But my grasp didn't loosen. 

"Then you just have to be quieter begum." 
Her eyes widened as she shook her head as a no.

"Say my name if you want to stop. Right now."

She fell quiet and licked her lips. Fuck! I want her tongue wrapped around my manhood.

"That's what I thought. Don't make a single sound. If you do,be prepared for punishment." I went back once again to have a taste of her. God I never want to stop. 

I pushed my tongue more against her, sucking and slurping in between while she tried her best to control the voices that made their way through her mouth by pressing her hand against them. My mouth left her core as my face came close to her face. I pressed my lips against her showing her exactly how she tastes suppressing the whine that left her mouth.

While my lips kissed her passionately my one hand kneaded her breast between my palm while another inched closer to core thrusting one finger immediately without any prior notice, which made her make a crying voice against my lips.

"Quite." I murmured against her lips.

My thumb rubbed her nipples back and forth to ease the pain down as my fingers down kept moving inside her gently. I kept my movements soft and steady giving her time to adjust to the foreign pain and pleasure. My thumb rubbed her softy while my middle finger worked swiftly inside her.

The wetness of her made it easier for me to move my fingers against her but I still needed to be patient. It definitely is her first time.

I peeped kisses in the side of her forehead and jaw so the pain eases faster. After some slow movements her body began to feel the sensation of pleasure as she started shaking like a leaf and small noises escaped her lips despite trying to control it.

"M-more..." she whispered against my lips almost out of breath.

"More? You are really greedy aren't you? You want more than this? It may hurt." 

She looked at my eyes with her tearing ones, "I can take it. P-please."

I wiped the tears from her eyes with thumb smudging her smudged kohl more."Tell me if it does hurt okay?" 

As soon as she nodded I inserted another finger as her hand clasped around my wrist and she moaned roughly against my skin.Her bangles moved in the action, making loud clanking noises with each thrusts.

"That's already two times now. I told you to be quiet begum. You wanted more I am giving more. What is wrong? Can't take it?" I bite her lips pulling it with my teeth as my fingers twisted her nipples between my thumb and index fingers.

"Sultan Shezade Kahir aapka intezar kar rahe hain."
( Sultan,Prince Kahir is waiting for you.)

I groaned in annoyance against her skin as my movements became hasty.

I continued to move my fingers inside of her slowly, stroking her insides gently while occasionally pulling them out and running them along her outer lines before pushing them back inside. I watched with a grin on my lips as her mouth left small gasps and whimpers as she struggled to get used to this foreign intense feeling.

"T-too much." She whimpered.

"What happened to the brave girl just a few minutes ago?" I 
thrusted my fingers in more speed.

"Tell me you will take the guards everywhere you go begum or you won't get what you want." I whispered against her skin.

"W-what?" She tried to look at me through dazed eyes as the movements of my fingers were turning more rough.

"Yes. Come on promise me you will take them everywhere you go and or I will withdraw my fingers right away." I bite her cheeks softly.

"N-no! I will take them everywhere I-I go. P-please d-don't st-stop." Her hips arched from the rush of pleasure.

"Good." I pushed her down with my other hand as my fingers inside her moved without a break.

"I-I c-can't anymore. P-please. I-I am-I-don't-I-" she released before she could complete any more words.

I pushed through more curling my fingers trying to make her release completely.She clutched the collar of my kurta tightly scratching the side of my neck in the process. I hissed slightly in pain as I pulled my fingers out of her.

I felt her fast breaths, equally I was sure she could feel mine too as she rest her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around waist pulling her to my lap.

"Sultan what should I say to prince Kahir?" The attendee voiced out again.

The hell! I should've just said not to disturb me while entering the chamber even if the palace was collapsing.

'Tell him to go fuck himself' is what I wanted to say but I can't.

"Tell him I will talk to him later. I am busy." I raised my voice a little higher than needed to make it heard loud and clear.

I looked down to see my wife still breathing coming back to normal now. Her face and body covered in sweat while her kohl and bindi was smudged around her eyes as a result of the tears that came because of the intense pleasure.

Because of me. She felt all those foreign sensations because of me! I was the man who gave her the reason to cry and moan in pleasure. I was the first man to have her writher in my arms like this. The only man. The thought sent a wave of primal desire.

My manhood hardened painfully now making me sigh in pain.Good luck now getting rid of it Rashid. Think about something else,the rice pudding yes! The rice pudding.

But even the rice pudding is bland in front of the taste of my wife. Okay now I am making myself suffer.

"Are you okay?" I asked looking down at her as I wrapped the duvet around her body.

"Would you like me to say yes? That would mean you didn't do a good job." She said lowly against my chest melting in my touch.

I chuckled loudly. "I see now that the sensation has worn off, my fierce wife is coming back."

"Mhm." 

"Did I hurt you? It was my first time too."

"If you did I would've bite you."

"Are you a man-eating tiger or what?" I chuckled at her words.

"Uh-huh." She relaxed against my body.

"You are tired. I will tell the attendees to draw a bath for you on my way out. Take a bath first, eat and go to sleep."

"Huh? Way out? Where are you going?" She raised her just a little to look at me.

"I left all of my pending work because I was worried about you my little wife. I need to go complete them. Besides Kahir was here too. Allah knows what he has to say." I stroked her hair softly.

"No! Don't go. Stay here, with me. Amir bhai-sa will take care of the work." She wrapped her hands around my waist well tried to. She couldn't even wrap half of it.

"There's some works only your husband can do my dear. I will be back by the time you get up from your sleep." I never stopped stroking her hair.

Even though she was sweating she smelled so good. She has the smell that clams me down. All my nerves immediately calms down as soon they sense her smell. I don't know when that happened but it did. Now I can't sleep without this smell, without her in my arms. 

And there's nothing I would like to change about the fact.

I put my face on top of her head, nuzzling into her hair to I could get more of this amazing fragrance. I know I said I had to go but it wasn't her who needed convincing. It was me. I don't want to go. Or leave from her warm embrace.

"I still don't want you to go." She murmured.

And I don't want to go.

"Kahir you said? Your brother right?" She said as if she was cautious of her words.

"Yes." My other hand rubbed on her waist over the soft surface of the duvet.

"I guess you did forgive him after all." I don't know if I was imagining it or not but I felt as if she was saying those words bitterly.

To some extent I do understand her. It was an utterly bizarre decision to forgive him completely. But then again I didn't had it in me to punish him too.

"I did. He is my brother. I couldn't bear the thought of punishing him. And once you get to know him you will definitely think I made the right decision."

"Hmm. Still that doesn't change the fact that he betrayed you."

A frustrated sigh escaped my mouth.

"Begum. Please. I promise to tell you everything. Once I do I know you would get every single thing. You said you trusted me right? That's what you have to keep doing. Keep trusting me just like now." I held her more tightly against me.

"O-okay. I will trust you." 

"I really need to go. Take a bath, eat and then rest okay? I will be back as fast as I can. I promise." I secured the duvet around her as I get her off my lap and made her sit on the bed. She whined but eventually did let me go. Clutching the cloth around her body she looked at me with doe eyes as I got up from the bed.

"Sultan." She called as I turned back to leave.

"I will be back soon. I promised remember?" I turned to her as placed a kiss on her nose and then lips.

"Not that. You-uh-I think you should look at the mirror once before you leave." She said while looking down.

"Mirror? Why?" I frowned completely dumbfounded.

"Just do it!" She pointed at the mirror with her face.

I decided to listen to her and went ahead to stand in the mirror. As soon as I saw my reflection my lips tugged upwards in amusement.

Oh.

My hair was all crumbled, the color of her mahavar was now on my forehead and smeared all over the top of my white kurta. There was a hint of smeared black too probably from the smudged kohl and lastly the scratch she left on my neck. 

She wasn't the only one who looked ruined here after all.

I turned around to look at her only to see her wrapped in the duvet like a cocoon. 

"You are the one responsible for this state of mine and now you are acting all shy?" I kneeled in front of her around the edge of the bed. She still didn't come out.

"Or are you suggesting I should just go like this? I mean I don't have any problem with the idea...in fact I love it more than changing."

She came out of the blanket and immediately shouted a no. I laughed at her cute actions while caressing her cheeks with my thumb.

What have you done Yaksha Ratan Singh. You have made me addicted to you. 

"Should I change then?" I asked.

"Definitely! Why would even think about going out like that? Please change immediately." She sounded desperate.

I decided to not add more to her affliction and got to change out the kurta to a new one.

I came out of the changing rooms in a fresh kurta and a washed face. "Happy now?"

"No."

"What why?" I furrowed my brows.

"The mark. The scratch mark. Do something about it."

"Huh? What can I do about it? I can't hide it like you with a necklace. Give me your veil instead. I will just it wrap around my neck." I mocked.

"Kuch bhi bolte hain aap sach mein!Kuch kariye na iska!"
( You say anything and everything! Do something about it please!)

"You should've thought about it before leaving it begum. But all I remember is you screaming 'Sultan, Sultan' in pleasure. So now I can't do anything about it. I will be back soon." I pressed a kiss on her hair smelling her one last time before leaving the chamber.

I love seeing her a blushing mess for me.

I exited the chamber and looked at the guards outside in with anger. The trembled by the first look as they looked down in terror. 

"Just because begum says not to follow her doesn't mean you men won't. It was a strict order from me to go wherever she goes right? Why didn't you? If necessary follow her like a spy, without a trace!This is my first and last warning. If you men can't protect my wife ,the Malika of my sultanate then I have plenty of others who will. A single scratch on her body will cost you your heads."

"We are extremely shameful for the horrible mistake made by us Sultan.We deserve great punishment. Please forgive your humble servants. However when Begum sahiba ordered us we couldn't afford to reject her order. We will make sure this never happens again."

One of the guards kneeled while others followed with the same terror as earlier.

"I hope the same, for your best." With a stoic voice I replied.

I saw her personal attendee standing just a feet away from me. I approached her as she lowered her gaze immediately slightly trembling. I didn't even say anything to her yet!

"Please draw a hot bath for begum immediately and make sure she has her meals before taking a nap okay?"

"Y-yes! I understand Sultan." She replied immediately.

"Make sure she eats a lot."

"Yes."

I gave her a slight nod as I walked away to my study room.

As soon as I got to the room I saw Amir, Kahir and Saad. While  Amir was standing there calmly as he does always Saad and Kahir was walking back and forth.

"What is it? Why are you guys loitering like this?" I crossed my arms.

Saad ran forward to me while Amir and Kahir straightened up.

"Sab khairiyat bhaijaan? Ammi ne bhabijaan se kuch kaha toh nehi na?"
( Is everything okay? Did mother said anything to bhabijaan?) Kahir asked in a panicked voice.

"Shukar Allah ka jo hum unke kuch kehne se pehle e waha pahunch gaye the."
( Thanks to God that I reached there before she could say anything.) I sighed.

I sat down on the chair "But how long? How long will I hide her from the harsh reality of my poisonous family? She is my wife, the queen of my sultanate. I can't no I don't want to hide this from her."

"Aap sahi keh rahe hain bhaijaan. Bhabijaan ko sach janne ka pura haq hain.Aaj nehi toh kal unhe sab malum hona hi hain"
( You are right bhaijaan. Bhabijaan has every right to know about the truth. Today or tomorrow she'll get to know about it anyway.) 

Saad came forward and said with a pinching voice.

He is right. I know he is. And I hate that he is right.

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