Chapter 28: A Beautiful Punishment

Like he had said, she was unable to get out of the room and she wondered how he could have so much power on her. If it was Hassan, she would've thrown a tantrum that she would have no choice but to let her do what she wanted, but for Hussain, things were different. Was it because she knew he was no soft hearted like Hassan? And whatever tantrum she would throw won't make him change his mind, rather, might even get him a chance to get closer to her.
She lazily pulled herself up, he had went to the mosque for Maghreb prayer. The memories of what had happened were brought back into her mind and Nadia didn't know when a smile got plastered on her lips. It was so hard saying no to him, to that face and how pitiful his voice sounded. She would've let him do whatever he wanted to her body because she was still on her period and he won't dare even force himself on her, but no. She wasn't ready to get to that limit with him, and no matter how her body ached with need, she still said no.
And for the rest of the day, Hussain had a poker expression on his face and whenever their eyes met, he tried so hard to show her that he was still looking pitiful, and she found that rather funny if she were to be asked. She was tired of doing all the things she loved to pass away time and she was going through her music list, removing the songs she didn't like anymore even though she couldn't remember the last time she had listened to music when her hand mistakenly tapped one of the songs and the hit boomed through the room.
For a moment, she wanted to stop it and continue with what she was doing. But then, she was the dancing type. She had always loved dancing and would in-fact dance to no tunes. There were days when she was heavily pregnant with Baby H and if the grief was too much for her heart to bear, Nadia danced to bear it off. And today was no exception, her body involuntarily got her to her feet and she found herself swaying to the beats of the song.
There was this beautiful and serene look on her face as she swiveled to the beats of the song, miming the lines she could still clearly remember. She kept dancing, moving her waist so swiftly and expertly that if she were to be watched, one would think she belonged to the nupe tribe. She kept on dancing with the songs finishing and more coming up.
"Woah, you dance so beautifully, Singleton." He wrapped his hands around her waist and she surged in a breath at how startled she was before she gasped.
Slowly, she placed her hands on top of his to calm herself down and when she looked up at him, that look was still there even though with the most gorgeous smile she had ever seen on his face. "How long have you been here? And you startled me, Hussain!" She softly smacked his hands and smiled afterward. It felt to be hugged this way. She had always been a hug person and she couldn't try to be innocent or act all saint, but she loved all things physical.
"I think the last two songs that've finished. You were...mesmerizing." he grinned down at her, "That's if the word could do justice to how you looked and what you made me feel, Singleton."
"You can't walk in on something with an abrupt hug, Hussain. My heart nearly fell to the floor, what if it weren't you someday and I think it is? Also, you can't keep on calling me that." She was silent for a few seconds, but curiosity got the best of her as she couldn't keep shut. "How did it make you feel?" She whispered, badly audible to his ears, but she knew he heard it when a lazy grin broke onto his lips and she looked away from his face.
He kissed her bare neck and she immediately struggled to get out of his hold but he was holding her so tight that even if she were to fight him, it would be pointless. "If I were to tell you how it made me feel, you'd have to dance again, deal?" This time, he had ease his hold on her that she easily gotten out of his hold while her eyes rolled themselves at him.
"You can't be serious! You don't expect me to dance again, and for you, do you?" She had her face scrunched up and one would even think that she found everything disgusting. But she was trying to have that looked plastered onto her face so her real expression couldn't be shown.
He sat at the edge of the bed after he fished out his camera from one of the drawers, "Yes, and I'd take pictures of you. But if you don't, then we have to sleep together tonight, just on the same bed, nothing intimate." He winked at her bulged eyes and Nadia sighed exasperatedly and palmed her face to show how tired she was of him and she couldn't wait to get out of his possessive hold of her.
"I thought we've come to an agreement and you said you'll open the door for me when you're back from the mosque?"
"I did? You only mentioned that and I haven't agreed or declined. Or even if I've said that, I have a change of mind now, please." With a single lounge at her, he pulled her head tie away from her head and her hair came down running over her shoulders as though it were a rivulet.
She gasped angrily and shot a glare at him that had him lifting his hands up, palms out to show her that he didn't intend to affect her hair which she treasured so much. "I just want to see your hair, but it wasn't my intention to pull the ribbon out, so..." She didn't let him finish his sentence when with one groaned out of frustration, Nadia launched her body on him and she began punching his chest as hard as she cold.
Hussain was taken aback by her and how she had pushed him onto the bed, punching him so hard to show him how angry she was, not minding that she was seated on his midriff and well, their bodies were touching in places he'd rather have stay untouched by her. "If you don't open this door for me right now, I'd either call Hajia or the police, because I can't stay in this room for a whole day while you do everything that you want which you clearly know will rile me up!" She shouted at the top of her voice and Hussain kept scrunching up his face to show her that it was painful, even if it wasn"t. Just that he knew he had to show her what she was doing and the message she wanted to pass onto him had been done.
"Okay!!" He said breathlessly, lifting one of his hands, the other tightly holding his camera.
"Stop it already, Singleton! This is enough torture for a day." The way her body was bouncing up and down around his body and how she seemed all over him, her scent, her tiny yet beautiful hands and the lightweight that got to be the most seductive thing in the world, he was never ever going to take it. "I'll unlock the door for you, but you have to stop beating me." She thought that it was her feather-like punches that got him so worked up, if only she knew the only thing he could be punished with from her.
She sat upright and comfortably sat on his stomach, trying to get a hold of her hair that had now turned messy, catching her breath when she heard the click his camera made and a flash shuttered as he captured the messiest yet in some sense, sexiest picture ever taken in life. She bulged her eyes out as she riled more with anger but before she made her next move which was certainly going to be violence again, Hussain rolled over and have her laying on the bed beneath him while he hovered over hers, holding her hands up to her head.
"Hussain..." She said almost breathlessly, for he had taken her off guard. She could feel the way her heart was thumping rapidly against her ribcage and she wondered if her blood pressure had rose.
He looked down at her face, how flushed yet scared she looked, and found that the most beautiful thing he'd ever see in a while. Naughtily, knowing she'd hate it, he pecked her lips and looked back into her eyes. "Have you realized just what you've done, Singleton?" She rolled her eyes, and he wasn't sure whether it was because of the name he called her or what he had said.
"For the very last time, stop calling me that and let me out of this room. I'm getting suffocated, please!" But it looked to him that she was getting suffocated by him instead.
"If I can't call you that, what should I call you then?" He acted as if he didn't hear what she had said at last, for he had no intention of letting her out of this room anytime soon.
"I don't care, I just want to get out of this room. Please." She tried to wriggle her hands out of his hold but he held her so firm that they didn't even move. "I'll have no other choice but to scream then," she said and opened her mouth to do it when he merged their lips together and instead of the scream she had intended, a moan came out of her lips and it was the biggest turn on he could ever think of.
He slowly released his hold on her hands that were at the top of her head and instead of her to punch him with them or push him away from her, she wrapped them around his neck instead. Bringing him closer to her, she could feel the heat radiating through their bodies, with his body still hovering over her and she was aware of the places their bodies were touching involuntarily, Nadia seductively ran her fingers into the silky thread of his hair as she kissed him back.
"Is this my punishment, Singleton?" He whispered under his breath as they both got a breather and when she looked up at him with a flushed look on her face and a grin laying doormat on the side of her lips, he knew she intended to punish him in the way she knew would work.
"Might be, you've been so difficult to deal with lately." And she didn't give him a chance to speak again when she took his lips back into hers and opened her mouth to welcome more of him in. He groaned through her mouth before he took possession of her tongue and kissed her in the wildest manner she had never imagined to be kissed.
And just when she saw he would be at the peak that it was either he touched some parts of her body or he'd have to go crazy, when she had already pulled the key from his breast pocket oblivious to him, she broke their lips and sat upright. "I think I'm done here," she said as she tried to get down from the bed but he held her wrist, he knew when she took the key from him, when he had felt her hand on his chest and foolishly his mind thought she was trying to make her next move and he melted further into her touch.
"Can I get a cuddle, please?" When she looked at him, his eyes were a shade of blood, filled with so much lust that she wondered if he could see her through those thick lashes that now heavily rained on his eyes. His voice sounded croaked and almost pained that she nearly gave him what he wanted but if she did, it was no longer a punishment.
"No, I have something to do. You can cuddle..." She let her words trailed off as she placed a pillow on his laps, "Here, a pillow will cuddle you untiringly."
He placed the pillow on the back of his head and pulled her to his chest no matter how hard she tried to struggle, "Stay still, Nadia. Do you have an idea where your legs are touching while you do that? Unless you want me to have you begging me to break your own rule which isn't possible now, just stay still and cuddle with me." He looked down at her face and found a glare coming up to him and he wouldn't be surprised to have her curse him in her heart, he wanted to curse himself too for being too irresistible to her touch.
"Let's sleep, because I don't care even if you run to Hajia's room, I'd still find you there and we'll have to sleep this way, it calms me down a bit."
"Hussain..." She whispered, reluctantly wrapping her hand over his waist and she felt the way he brought her even closer to his body.
He kissed her forehead, "Let's sleep, Singleton." And they did, the most calming sleep he had ever done in his life, feeling the softness of her body all over him, her scent, her hair that was sprawled on the pillow and sometimes, unknowingly to her, she had kissed him twice in her sleep and he knew, she was certainly dreaming about him and that thought alone lulled him to a world full of ecstasy.