Chapter 5 // He is ordering

Siddhant's Pov

"Ahh ahh Siddhant ji dheere."

She moaned and scratched my chest with her nails.

"Saali chup chap mera lund le apni chut mei."

I thrusted harder in her.

She liked to be called names and I love what she likes.

I pushed my long hard rod more inside her, while rubbing her clit.

We are in aangan.

Yes. Under a sky.

She was bent over the khaat to pick the earring she dropped.

And I saw her round ass bouncing in air.

My towel covered got erect at sight.

So I pounded it inside her to get relief.

Her little pussy is heaven for me. Fucking absolutely.

"Kutiya ki tarah chudne mei maja aata hai na meri randi ko."

She moaned in acceptance

I pull her hair bringing her cute ear near my lips. I bit them seductively.

"Aaj tujhe aangan mei hi chod raha hu. Dekh waha darwaza khula hai.

Koi bhi Goan wala aata hai subha subha aur woh kya dekhega?"

Her chut clenched me in a death grip.

"Wo dekhega ki kaise unka sarpanch apni Randi ko chod raha hai. Zor Zor apna lund se uski choti si chut ko fad raha hai."

I spanked her ass.

Her moans were quieting down and legs wobbled.

She was close.

I read her body movements like a devil read a rule break.

To know how to break every rule.

And I break her apart on my cock every single day and night.

"Aur jor se chodiye. Mai jhadne wali hu."

She moaned

"Acha...toh meri randi phir se geela karegi mujhe. Kar geela mere lund ko. Nikal Sara paani isse. "

Spank thrust.

"Ahh ahh... Saali mere lund ko kaise jakad rahi hai teri yeh chut"

"Ahhh sara ras legi mere lund han??? Mere lund ki rani hai tu reyy??? Kitna sara paani nikal deti hai mera!!?"

I thrusted harder, near to release.

"Tu sirf meri hai."

Wrapping my bicep around her neck and choking her I said.

She held my bicep with both hands.

"Sirf aapki hu."

She bounced her hips, lost in lust.

So, lost in lust to notice her mother in law watching her having fun.

"Aaj teri chut bharunga apne Lund ke paani aur fir tu nanga ghumegi haveli mei, mera paani apni chut mei leke."

"Taaki sabko pata chal jaye tu kisi ki hai."

With that we both released.

I heard quite footsteps as she left.

I smirked.

Taking my Laila, bridal style I placed her on our bed.

I kissed her head. She would fall asleep. I knew.

Taking a sheer saree with no blouse I placed it on bed for her to wear.

My mother need to know, who my Laila belongs to.

I decided to ready for breakfast.

I remembered what happened yesterday.

When I came home, my mother called me in her room.

Sarla was there. I hired her to help my Laila in house chorus. I didn't want her to get tired with all this.

Sarla was crying with fake tears which I detected.

Mother said that she opened the door of room locked by my orders.

She thought it had my first wife's things.

But how wrong she was.

They portrayed as she slapped Sarla was keys.

I ignored my mother words because I was used to it.

But she said my Laila will ran away with a MAN if I didn't control her now.

That hit me.

She belongs to me.

She is mine.

She cannot leave me. Not now not Tomorrow.

Not in this lifetime!!!

And to have some control over her I used belt.

It was not harsh. The belt was not leather.

I deliberately used synthetic material.

I didn't want to hurt her but my insecurity and obsession made me do that.

Letting her sleep, I went to have breakfast.

Sarla served us.

"Woh yakshi kitni Sundar hai na. Areey woh Yuni ki beti. Bhot acha kaam kaaz janti hai. Lambi bhi hai."

My mother blabbered.

"Humare bitwa se sath khoob jachegi"

She said

My hand paused in air with morsel between fingers.

"Firse toh kahiye"

I asked her to Dare.

"Wo- woh mai to bas"

She stuttered.

Giving her stern eyes, she ducked her head and didn't say anything.

My father cleared his throat.

"Bitwa...ghar ko waris chahiye. Tumhari shaadi ko kitna samay ho gaya hai. Socho-"

He said

"Kuch nahi sochna hai hume!! Agar humara bacha hoga toh Diya ke pett se, nahi toh kuch nahi."

I said in final tone.

They didn't indulge in further arguments.

I made my way inside again our room after having breakfast.

I saw her wearing the saree. She paused.

"Darwaza band nahi kar sakti thi?" I asked in anger.

Angry at her careless behaviour.

"Woh aapke liye hi khula chorda tha ji."

She said.

She was trying to fix the sheer saree that was showing her perky round heavy breast with brown nipple.

I went and sat on bed, my legs against floor.

"Idhar aa aur mujhe dudh pila apne chucho mei se."

I asked and she moved towards me with red cheeks.

I smirked seeing my effect on her.

I own my Laila.