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Anjo’s heart raced as he prepared for the evening, his mind swirling with a mix of emotions. He knew the distance that had grown between him and Shreya, his beloved girlfriend, was his fault. His anger issues and dominant nature had created a rift in their once-passionate relationship.
But tonight, he was determined to bridge that gap and reignite the fire between them. He had missed the closeness they once shared. The way she would call him ‘daddy’ in the throes of passion, submitting to his every desire. He yearned to hear those words again, to feel her surrender.
The table was set with a romantic candlelight dinner, a rare gesture from Anjo, who usually took Shreya’s presence for granted. He had spent the day cooking her favourite dishes, hoping to sweep her off her feet. As he heard the door open, his heart pounded with anticipation.
Shreya walked in, her eyes widening at the sight of the elegant setup. She was dressed in a black kurti that accentuated her petite frame and those sexy curves he adored. Her eyes sparkled with surprise, and for a moment, Anjo saw a glimmer of the old Shreya—the one who would blush at his every touch.
“Anjo, this is… unexpected,” she said, her voice soft and uncertain. He smiled, a warm, inviting smile that reached his deep brown eyes. “Sit, my love. I wanted to do something special for us. It’s been a while since we shared a quiet moment.”
Shreya’s expression softened as she took a seat, her fingers playing with the hem of her kurti. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
“Nonsense,” he replied, taking the seat across from her. “You deserve all this and more. I’ve been… distracted lately, and I want to make it up to you.”
As they ate, Anjo regaled her with stories of his day, making her laugh with his playful banter. He noticed her body language relax, the tension in her shoulders easing. He knew he had to tread carefully, for his plan was a delicate one.
He wanted to seduce her, not just physically but emotionally, to remind her of the love they shared. After dinner, he took her hand and led her to the living room, where soft music played in the background. He pulled her close, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
Shreya’s scent, a mix of jasmine and something uniquely her, enveloped him, stirring a hunger deep within. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against hers, a stark contrast to the rough, passionate kisses they usually shared.
“Anjo…” she whispered, her breath hot against his mouth.
“Shh…” he hushed, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”
His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made her tremble. He undid the buttons of her kurti, revealing her creamy skin and the lacy black bra that barely contained her luscious breasts. He kissed the valley between them, his tongue flicking against her sensitive nipples through the fabric.
“Oh, Anjo…” she moaned, her head falling back as pleasure rippled through her.
He wanted to take his time, to savour every moment, but his desire for her was too intense. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom, where the candles cast a warm glow. He laid her on the bed, his eyes taking in the sight of her, a vision of desire.
Shreya’s breath quickened as she watched him undress, her eyes fixed on the muscular planes of his chest and the trail of hair that led down to his erect cock. He joined her on the bed, his hands roaming over her body, igniting a fire within her.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue duelling with hers as he ground his hips against her, their desire building.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he murmured against her lips. “Of feeling you, all of you, around me.”
She responded with a passionate ferocity, her hands tugging at his hair, urging him on. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her wetness. He teased her, rubbing the tip along her slit, making her squirm with need.
“Please, Anjo…” she begged, her voice hoarse with want. “Fuck me. Hard.”
He obliged, thrusting into her in one smooth motion, filling her. Shreya gasped, her body welcoming his invasion. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
He loved the way she responded to his dominance, her nails digging into his back, urging him to take her harder.
“Call me daddy, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me you love it.”
Shreya’s eyes fluttered open, her lips parting in a silent plea. She was close, he could tell, her pussy clenching around him, but she held back, her silence a subtle rebellion. He increased the force of his thrusts, determined to make her submit.
“Say it, Shreya,” he demanded, his voice laced with desperation. “Call me daddy.”
Shreya’s body arched off the bed, her orgasm ripping through her. She cried out, her pleasure echoing through the room, but still, she didn’t utter the words he craved. Anjo’s heart sank as he realized she had been holding back, her submission a thing of the past.
He withdrew from her, his chest heaving as he fought to control his emotions. Shreya’s eyes widened, confusion and hurt flashing across her face.
“Anjo, what’s wrong?” she asked, reaching for him.
He pushed her hand away, his anger bubbling to the surface. “You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you? You’ve been fucking someone else, and you can’t even give me the one thing I want.”
Shreya’s eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t deny it. “I’m sorry, Anjo. I… I thought you didn’t care anymore. You’ve been so distant.”
His heart shattered at her words, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down. “Answer me, Shreya. Are you fucking someone else?”
She trembled, her lower lip quivering as she nodded. “Yes, Anjo. But I still love you. I never meant to hurt you.”
Anjo’s fist clenched, and before he could stop himself, he slapped her, the sound echoing in the room. Shreya cried out, her hand flying to her cheek, her eyes wide with shock.
“How could you, Shreya? How could you do this to us?” he demanded, his voice shaking.
Shreya’s tears flowed freely, her body shaking with sobs. “I’m sorry, Anjo. I love you, but I needed more. I needed what we used to have.”
Anjo’s anger dissipated, replaced by a crushing pain in his chest. He had pushed her too far, and now he had to face the consequences. He wiped her tears with his thumb, his voice gentle. “I love you too, baby. I’ve been a fool, taking you for granted. I want to make it right.”
Shreya sniffled, her hand reaching for his. “I want that too, Anjo. I want us to be like we were before.”
He kissed her gently, his heart aching with remorse. “Then let me show you, baby. Let me remind you of the love we share.”
He guided her hand to his cock, now throbbing with need. “Suck me, Shreya. Show me how much you want me.”
She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling in a familiar dance. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. He savoured the sensation, the heat of her mouth, the suction of her lips.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his hips thrusting gently. “Take me deep.”
Shreya’s eyes met his, a silent communication passing between them. She increased her pace, her hand stroking his shaft as she sucked him with abandon. He clenched his jaw, holding back his release, wanting to prolong the moment.
“Fuck, Shreya,” he groaned, his body tense with pleasure. “I’m close.”
She hummed in response, her eyes never leaving his as if to reassure him of her love. He came with a guttural cry, his cum filling her mouth, and she swallowed eagerly, savouring every drop.
Anjo collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. “I love you, Shreya. I’ll do better, I promise.”
She snuggled into his embrace, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. “I love you too, Anjo. Let’s make a fresh start. No more secrets, no more holding back.”
He kissed her forehead, his heart lighter than it had been in months. “No more secrets. I want to hear all your desires, every fantasy. I want to be the one to fulfil them.”
Shreya’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, I have a few ideas, Daddy. And I can’t wait to share them with you.”
As they lay entwined, Anjo felt a renewed sense of hope. He knew their path to healing wouldn’t be easy, but with love and honesty, they could rebuild their connection, stronger and more passionate than ever.
And as he drifted off to sleep, he smiled, dreaming of the erotic adventures that lay ahead, a future filled with uninhibited love and endless pleasure.
To be continued.
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