War with words

“I’m sorry” she said, and blinked her eyes innocently.

“What was so urgent Shreya?”

“I’m sorry” she murmured and looked down. “I was just trying to be funny. I’m sorry, I realise, now, how unfunny and selfish the joke really was. I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,i'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry……times thousand, times three thousand”

After a minute of silence, she looked up into his beautiful eyes and smiled mischievously as she said, “Forgive me?”

His lips lifted in a smirk and his eyes shined as he leaned down and asked “And what will I get?”

“Anything” she whispered.

“Anything?” he asked, lowering his voice an octave.

“Anything” she confirmed.

He leaned closer and as his lips found her ear, he said in a voice so deep, her insides could feel the power before her brain could decipher the meaning, “Well then, it’s time your pretty not-so-little ass turned red”

He pushed himself back to stand erect and in a professional voice said, “If that’s all, I’ll leave. Take care” with the poor girl still in shock.

Only when her mom entered did she shake her head to clear off all the freaky little things that man planted in her head. Her mouth went dry. She licked her lips and asked for a glass of water. As her mom handed her the glass, all she could concentrate was on those hands that had somehow turned large, and instead of the glass of water they were holding her waist bent over his knees. The hands were slowly sliding the skirt upwards. She coughed.

‘That man will murder the little bit of innocence left in me.’

She snatched that glass of water and emptied its contents in one gulp. And all she could think about was gulping something exclusively from Vansh.

Her cheeks burned. She shook her head again and tried making conversation with her mom, but alas, the creature called Vansh had infected her heart and excited her dirty brain with the promise of a red hot butt.

‘Who gets hot with the thought of a spank? That’s supposed to be a punishment’

Her sweet mom, who had driven 2 hours just to take care of her, was getting on her nerves because she kept interrupting the wild fantasies her head was busy making and the little squirming sessions she wanted to indulge.

So faking sleep, she sent her mom off and lay down on the very uncomfortable hospital bed.

She grabbed her phone and texted, “Hey”

She stared at the phone, desperately waiting for the reply. A minute later, her phone pinged.

“Hello beautiful. Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yes, why would you think it wasn’t?”

“bcuz you hate texting and you NEVER text, like never so something must have happened for my little baby to take out the time to text me.”

She was still thinking of a reply when another text arrived.

“Or maybe you just missed me?”

And another.

“Or maybe you missed my fingers sliding in and out of you and my tongue that can work wonders on your bud”

Rusty with messages, she typed and cleared and typed again.

Another message popped up.

“Aw, is my baby girl shy now? Or is she afraid that she can’t control herself if she texts me back *wink emoji*”

“He thinks he’s good at words and then uses an emoji. A fucking wink emoji. Poor him” she fired
back at him.

“So you think you are better?”

“Oh I know I’m better”

“It’s on then” he texted.

“Already on? So easy, I didn’t even start”

“I meant the challenge is on”

“Of course it is. It’s my dick, my challenge and I know how to turn it on”

“Please, it’s my dick that I lend it you, and only when you beg for it”

“Oh, I clearly remember the day you ripped my dress off and said, ‘this dick is yours, you turned it on so you gotta finish it off’. Or are you saying that you are not a man of your words?”

“I clearly remember a certain someone saying, ‘I do not owe you and your dick anything. Just because you are a lusty animal does not mean I will let you fuck me for your own pleasure, especially when you think I’m doing this because it’s my duty’ Or have you lost the spine now?”

“That’s because you framed it in a way that screamed, ‘Rape is a woman’s fault’ and I won’t tolerate
that”

“I apologized for that, and you know that wasn’t my intention. Now, when are you gonna apologize for objectifying me and claiming a part of me as yours? Or have you changed your feminist values already?”

“I’m sorry. I do not own your dick, I only have the power to turn it on”

“Unfortunately for you, it’s still not”

“Oh but it will, soon. Very soon”
*An image is attached*

“Shreya, play fair. You can’t cheat like that. It's a war of words, you can’t send me pictures”

"And what picture do you think I sent you?"

"Obviously some sexy picture with you wearing nothing or barely anything"

“Oh! So did you even check that picture? Or just the thought of me naked sends all your blood down? The thought of your fingers running over my soft skin and your tongue licking away all you can. The thought of me naked and on my knees, licking away all your problems and worries”

“You cheeky little…. You sent me a blank picture just to play me!”

“Not my problem that you and your long, thick dick is so tempting to play with. I want to wrap my lips around you and suck till there is nothing but me in your head, and me on your head”

“But do you think I’ll let you? I’ll gather your hair in my hands and pull you up to your feet, push you back on the bed and hold your legs tight. And as I breathe in your scent, I’ll lick you as you squirm under me.”

“I’ll pull myself up and pull your head closer to me. I’ll grab your hair and breathe in your breath. I’ll let you kiss my upper lips before the nether lips. I’ll show you my love before I drown you in my lust”

“You win, you absolutely mad amazing lady.” He replied and with a good night text, both went to sleep.