Shivaay Singh Oberoi had always thought of himself as a calm, controlled, and patient man. After all, one did not become the best businessman of the country without possessing such qualities. He was feared by all in the business realm because of his intimidating personality, and his poised nature and knowing eyes always gave off a sense of fear to anyone who he wasn't close to. His employees seldom engaged into conversation with him about anything other than absolutely necessary work, and even his business partners were conscious and insecure around him.
And so, if anyone saw the great Shivaay Singh Oberoi now, a frustrated mess who was pacing his bedroom while being on the verge of pulling his hair out, they would have gotten the biggest shock of their lives. But as it was, they did not know the exact depth of feelings he possessed for his wife, and nor did they know about how absolutely smitten he was by her. Even after an year of their marriage, one simple smile from her had him swooning. He was entirely wrapped around her pretty little finger, and had no qualms about it whatsoever.
Except now. Now, she was driving him insane and he was hating every second of it. All she was doing, as she so innocently put it, was roaming around her own house at free will, as she had full rights to. But God, her simple roaming around was creating havoc in his senses. He wanted to yank her to him and rip off whatever she was wearing. And it would be so easy, seeing as she was practically wearing nothing...
And that was the reason for his agitation. The almost naked state of his wife. The view of her prancing around the house in that state nonchalantly, as if she wasn't killing him with desire. Now, you might think that why wasn't he just revealing his inner beast and claiming her like he so ardently wanted to? Because she was letting him. She wasn't letting him touch her, and he knew the reason very well.
This was his punishment, by his sexy little minx of a wife, for what he had done last night. Honestly, in his defence, he saw nothing wrong in it. She knew how possessive he was about her, so she really shouldn't have been surprised when he had dragged her away from the party she had spent a month planning, when the host, Mr. Raj Kapur, had tried to whisk her away for a slow dance that the Dj had clearly stated was for COUPLES ONLY. Shivaay had wanted to bash that man's head against the wall, repeatedly, but knew it wouldn't sit well with his wife. And so, he had grabbed her hand and left the party, all the while seething in anger and shooting daggers at everyone they came across.
Reaching home, Annika had absolutely refused to talk to him, even after he had practically pleaded with her for forgiveness. Not talking was still okay, but she knew that he couldn't get a wink of sleep without having her in his arms, and yet had scooted over to a far corner, prying his advancing hands away every minute. Just before receding to a deep sleep, she had mumbled audibly that he would be punished for his behaviour of the night. Shivaay had thought this was just nonsensical talk, but oh boy, he couldn't have been more wrong.
Waking up today morning, Shivaay found his wife still sleeping, and he smiled when he noticed that she herself had scooted close to him during the night. The day had been going by smoothly, except of course, she was still mum. The entire family had gone to a wedding just yesterday, and Annika had given the servants a day off too. Shivaay had seen nothing wrong with the act, seeing how generous his wife was, until when she emerged from their washroom just an hour back.
He had been typing away at his laptop leisurely, reclining against the sofa in their bedroom, wearing a casual kurta, when he heard the washroom door click. Looking up absentmindedly, Shivaay practically stopped breathing at the view.
There she was standing, his gorgeous wife, wearing a piece of black lingerie that was so entirely made of lace and net, it could barely be labelled as clothing. It had a deep neck that revealed much of her full bosoms, and practically non-existent back with just one string tied. It reached till her upper thighs, and that would still be quite an overstatement. Due to the sheerness of the material, Shivaay could also make out the thin piece of black thong she was wearing inside.
Naturally, being as attracted to his gorgeous wife he was, he was practically ready to pounce upon her. A hungry, predatory look in his eyes, he was advancing towards her in long strides, and was just about to yank her to him and make love to her like crazy, when she had very calmly held up her hand and told him to back off. It had taken Shivaay a minute to register what was happening, given how he was in a daze, eyes roaming all over her exposed, flawless skin frantically, and when he finally did, his eyes widened.
So this was his punishment.
Gulping hard, Shivaay cautiously approached her, only for her to back away.
"Baby, listen to me," He said in a pacifying voice. "I'm sorry about last night, okay? But you know I can't tolerate any other man near you, so I just got possessive. Please don't be angry?" He added a pout at the end, knowing it usually melted her heart. And made her want to kiss him senseless, as she herself had shyly told him once.
But it seemed that nothing was going to work today, because Annika had just shrugged her shoulders, told him to stay away from her, and left their room. Leaving behind her highly agitated and insanely aroused husband behind. To make it worse, she was intentionally keeping herself within his vision at all times, but just out of his reach. Currently, as Shivaay was trying for the umpteenth time to type that one bloody sentence on that damned important email, Annika was leisurely cleaning off imaginary dust in their room. Reaching up and making her dress rise higher to give a blatant display of those legs that drove him crazy. Bending down and making her already visible breasts even more exposed. Rubbing one foot against the other leg very innocently, all the while chewing her luscious bottom lip. Shivaay was internally groaning, trying to focus on his work for even just a minute to finalize a due deal. One shouldn't underestimate him- he had, of course, time and again tried to reach her, grab her and at one point even tie her to him, but to no avail. A determined woman, especially one like Annika, always got what they wanted. And right now, what she wanted was to make her husband suffer. She managed to run away from him before he could as much as put a finger on her.
It was around lunch time that Shivaay decided he had had enough. He had to get his hands on her, by any means possible. He was just trying to devise a plan on how to get her, when his phone rang. The caller ID showed Aryan, a business associate cum friend of his. After a minute, when he was done talking, Shivaay had a very evil, victorious smirk on his face. Aryan had come to Mumbai from Delhi just yesterday, and had wanted to know if he could come over to the Oberoi Mansion right now, to discuss a business deal. Shivaay had instantly agreed.
After about half an hour, Shivaay strolled into the hall to find his wife setting the plates for lunch. She was still dressed all sexily, and Shivaay licked his lips at the prospect of having her in a while. Very innocently, he went forward towards the table, ignoring the deadly glares she was shooting him, when the doorbell rang. Annika's eyes widened instantly, while Shivaay tried hard to hide his smile. Faking a shocked expression, he looked at her ashen face.
"Who can it be at this hour?!" Annika asked, panicking wildly. After all, she wasn't really dressed presentably...
"I don't know," Shivaay shrugged his shoulders. "Let me go and check." He was about to go towards the door, when Annika's shriek stopped him. Shivaay smirked, and turned to face her.
"What?" he asked in a fake naive voice. Annika glared at him angrily.
"What? WHAT?! Can't you see how I'm dressed?!" Annika yelled, turning red in the face.
"Oh, of course," Shivaay replied, as if he had just noticed. "You need to get out of here. Hearing his words, Annika was about to quickly retreat towards their bedroom, in order to change, but Shivaay couldn't let that happen now, could he? Grabbing her hand, he took her towards the kitchen, and hastily shoved her inside the storeroom, ignoring her protests.
"Shivaay, what is this, huh? Why did you bring me in here?" She asked him irritably.
"The bedroom is too far, Annika. And it's not good to keep a guest waiting for so long." Saying that, and placing a soft kiss on her lips, Shivaay left to open the door.
Greeting Aryan and settling him down in the hall, Shivaay proceeded to the kitchen, in order to, as he put it, get some snacks as all the servants were on holiday. Aryan offered to accompany Shivaay, but was stopped with a loud No!', that was recovered by saying that he should arrange the deal papers meanwhile. Aryan agreed, and smiling triumphantly, Shivaay proceeded towards the kitchen, or more specifically the storeroom, where his beautiful wife sat waiting.
As soon as he entered and closed the door behind him, Annika was all over him- though not literally, as he would have liked.
"Who is it, Shivaay? Did they leave? Can I go out now?" She asked him frantically. Shivaay simply smiled, and slid his arms around her waist, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the thin lingerie. He took a moment before answering, finally getting to hold her and look at her thoroughly after so long.
"It's a friend of mine, Aryan. He's here to discuss a business deal, so I guess you'll have to stay here a while... He trailed off, trying to keep the smugness out of his voice.
Annika pouted, and whined like a child.
"For how long, Shivaay? Aaargh, this was such a stupid thing to do in the first place!" She exclaimed, keeping her forehead against his chest.
Shivaay chuckled.
"You realize that now, baby?"
Raising her head, Annika narrowed her eyes at him.
"You knew he was coming, didn't you?"
Shivaay nodded and pressed his lips to hide a smile, but it broke out anyway. Annika gasped at that, and started hitting his chest repeatedly.
"You baggad billa, how dare you!" She shouted, while he tried to get a hold of her hands. When he finally did, he pinned her against the wall and held her hands above her head. Annika had fire erupting from her eyes, and to her love-sick husband, that made her look even more hot.
"You couldn't expect me to do nothing now, could you, baby?" He asked her, running a free hand over her face lovingly. "You have no idea how much you've tortured me since morning, running about all innocently wearing this sexy little piece. Now, it's time to claim my reward for not losing my sanity..."
The very next second, Shivaay had picked up a fighting Annika and made her wrap her legs around his waist. He had no intention of removing the lingerie she wore- after all, that was the root of all evil. Urgently removing her thong and his pants and boxers, he thrust into his aggressive wife who was still trying to push him away for trapping her like this. Alas, though, even she couldn't retaliate anymore when entered her, and her head fell back against the wall at the sheer feeling of ecstasy that passed through her body so deliciously.
Shivaay could only but stare at his wife as he made love to her. If there was ever an epitome of erotica, she was currently all wrapped around him. Arching her back made the dress stretch delectably across her body, and Shivaay was a man high on love and lust as he ran his tongue over her taut nipple, all through the material of the dress. It was while they were both nearing the climax when Annika said in a panting voice-
"Sh-Shivaay," a deep moan here as he plunged incredibly deep, "what if y-your friend hears us?"
"I don't care baby," he grunted out, although he had to admit- as perverse as it sounded, the prospect of being heard while having wild, passionate sex with his wife turned him on even more, if possible.
A few minutes later, when they were both utterly spent and beyond saying or thinking anything rational, Annika rested her head against the wall, still in his arms, while Shivaay rested his head against her bosoms, buzzling them at times and making her squirm. Suddenly, Annika seemed to remember something, and gasped.
"Shivaay, won't Aryan be wondering what's taking you so long?"
Shivaay only hummed, and placed her down against very gently. Placing a long kiss on her lips, he started getting dressed.
"He will be, so I should get going. I'll come get you once he's gone."
Annika pouted once again.
"So I'll have to stay here till he's gone? Who knows how long it'll take!"
Shivaay smirked, and softly kissed her forehead.
"Well, love, let's just say this is your punishment for being such a naughty little girl today."
And with a wink, he left the storeroom, leaving behind his infuriated, yet blushing, wife behind.
The End
