"Love is when being with someone makes you feel complete." —  Yella Samantha Aquino

SANA waited in anticipation, clutching the soft fabric of the mattress, ready to finally welcome him inside her. But, something was bothering her.

She was getting nervous.

"God! Why am I so nervous? This isn’t my first time. I’ve done this before—so many times. Then why now?" She was confused, unsure why she felt so nervous about being with someone again.

"Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time. Or… maybe it’s because it’s him. Sidharth—the man consuming my mind and slowly taking over my heart. And now, he’s about to claim my body as well. I don’t understand how he holds so much power over me. Every time he’s near, every time he touches me or kisses my forehead so gently and with such care, I feel… alive. I feel complete with him. God, what’s happening to me? Am I—"

Her eyes widened as the realization hit her. "Oh my God… I’m in love with Sidharth!"

"Out of all the people, I had to fall for this man who doesn't believe in love and relationships. He already told me we can't be anything but fuck buddies." Sana thought, pouting her lips.

All the time, Sidharth was observing Sana's expression through the mirror in the room. He could tell she was ready for it but still nervous. An idea comes to his mind which will make her orgasm more intense, and remove her nervousness.

As planned, Sidharth's hand raised in the air and landed on her ass, starlets her. Sana jumped at her place, whining.

"Sidharth," she cried, in pain.

"It's 'Sir' for you," he reminded her, rubbing her ass to soothe her pain.

"Umhm," She moaned, closing her eyes and enjoying his gentle touch on her.

"Sir," she whined feeling his touch missing. She opened her eyes, and they widened in shock, seeing Sidharth holding his cock, and he was working on himself.

"Are you planning to torture me?" She asked in disbelief

"The more the delay, the better the orgasm." He said, winking at her.

"I don't believe you," she shot back in irritation.

"In this matter, you should believe me."

Sana tried to argue, but he shushed her shoving her black panties into her mouth. She looked at him in shock. No one had ever done that with her before. She tried to remove it, but Sidharth shook his head with a death glare making her stop.

"You're looking more sexy like this," he blinked his eyes to assure her.

She should have felt offended, but her face flushed when her eyes fell on the mirror in the room. The view in front of her looked erotic. She was on all fours, with her panties shoved into her mouth, and behind her, Sidharth was working on him.

"Now shut up and enjoy the show." He winked, stroking his cock.

Sana blushed looking down at him through the mirror. No doubt, she was mad at him for not taking her right away. But, she can't complain about it either. After all the view in front of her was erotic and—mesmerizing.

The way his big hand was warped around him, stroking himself up and down so skillfully in slow, deliberate speed. He was already big, but for this, it was getting bigger. The tip of his cock was getting pink, and she could see the pre-cum there, too.

"Damn," she thought gulping, curling her toes, and watching him.

As she continued watching him; she was craving to touch herself and get her release, too. Just watching him get his own was making her for him. His sweet torture continued, and she became so turned on that she was ready to grab him and take him inside her, and ride him.

Sidharth removed the panties from her mouth, and asked, "Enjoying the show, baby girl?"

"Yes, Sir." She replied boldly, keeping her eyes on his cock.

"Good,"

"Sir please," she pleaded. "I need you."

"Touch yourself,"

As these words left his mouth, she was quick to touch herself and play with her folds, and a shameless moan left her. "Oh fuck! Yes."

"Lay down facing me, Sana," he demanded.

Sana quickly shifts her position, laying down in bed parting her legs wide open in front of him to give him a good view of herself. She worked on herself, eyeing his cock hands. She gulped seeing how skilfully he was stroking himself.

"Why?" She asked, trying to know why he asked her to do it.

"Put a finger inside you." He ordered.

She followed his order and started to move her finger slowly and at a deliberate speed. She wants to release with him. Not before him or after him.

"Why?" She asked again.

"Another finger." He ordered.

"Answer me," she demanded, adding another finger following his order.

"I want to see what my baby girl likes," he answered.

"Oh God!" She rolled her eyes, feeling herself getting more wet and desperate to feel him inside her after his confession.

Her ex never thought about her. Never asked what she likes. What she wants. Never. He never gave her an orgasm. She always faked it. But this man did, both times, using just his skilful fingers.

"Oh! Sir," Sana moaned, watching him working on his cock, taking his sweet time. Moved his skilful hands so slowly, just to tease her.

She bit her lips to surpass her embarrassing moans as she worked on herself. But Sidharth didn't like it. He loves the way she keeps taking his name, "Sir", in her sweet, seductive voice. She has no idea what that "Sir" does to him. Every time she calls him Sir, he feels like fucking her senselessly. Even now. But he is controlling himself, for her.

"Keep taking my name, Sana," he demanded and hit on her sensitive core after shoving her hands away.

"Sir," Sana cried, feeling the sweet burning sensation.

"Yes, just like that,"

His encouraging words made her more desperate, and she started to fuck herself hard, moaning, "Sir,"

"I want to cum all over you," he declared.

Sana just moaned in response.

"Do you want that? Huh? Do you want your Sir to make a mess over your body with his cum, baby girl?" he whispered, panting, increasing his speed.

"Yes, Sir." she moaned, losing her mind and started to fuck herself harder and faster trying to get her release.

"I'm going to make a mess over you Sana. Just see how I do it. Just see how beautiful a mess you look after that," he continued to talk dirty

Yes, fuck yes!" Sana gave the last few hard thrusts, curled her fingers inside her, and released her come, crying, throwing her head curling her toes.

She lay down like that, panting heavily closing her eyes and waiting for him to release over her. Sidharth picked up his speed, and moves his hand up-and-down in fast speed to get himself off, faster.

"Huh?" Sidharth eyes opened feeling her soft lips, kissing his tip, and soft hands massaging his balls.

"You got a beautiful cock, Sir," Sana said, with a shy smile.

Sidharth flushed on her bold comment. "Sana?"

Sana bit her lips feeling shy. She herself couldn't believe it, she did that. She kissed his cock then complimented it, too

"Make me a mess, Sir," Sana said, in a seductive voice. "Make a mess with your cum,"

Her bold words and seductive voice was enough to make him cum all over her, making her a beautiful mess.

Sana closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of his hot cum all over her body, no doubt she had to take a shower later going home.

"Sir, am I looking good?" Sana asked boldly, but her face flushed in shyness.

"You're the most beautiful girl, I have ever seen," these words came out of his mouth before he could stop.

"I need to clean myself," Sana quickly got down from the bed, and rushed to get her handbag. She pulled out the wet tissue packet and started cleaning her body.

"Are you still nervous?" Sidharth asked, getting comfortable in bed and watching her clean her body with wet tissues.

"Not anymore," she replied, smiling shyly.

"Come here, once you're done," he said gently

She quickly cleaned her body, dumped the tissues in the bin, came to him and sat next to him. Sidharth cupped her face and kissed her forehead sweetly. Sana couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Are you ready?" He whispered, then nibbled her earlobe.

"Yes, Sir," she moaned, losing herself in his touch.

"I'll be back," Sidharth walked towards the nightstand to grab a condom.

Sana bit her lips, feeling shy, as he opened the drawer and took out the condom from the packet, tore it with his teeth, and wore it in a hurry. Even he wants to go inside her.

He walked to her smirking. "You liked that?"

"Yes," she replied boldly, giving him a seductive smile.

"All four," he said.

"Why?" She asked in confusion

"I said, all four. Sana." He said in anger.

"Just this time?" She asked, getting in position.

Sidharth didn't reply. He silently lifted her hips for him and took his position at her entrance holding his cock. Sana understood it was not a one-time thing.

"Why he's like this?" She wondered.

"Should I go rough or gentle?" Sidharth asked in a serious tone.

"I don't care. Do what you please." she replied in anger.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her close pressing her back against his front, "You can't talk to me like that. Do you understand?"

"No," she retorted boldly

"Don't fucking show me this attitude, babe. It won't go well for you." he finished, pinching her sensitive nipples, hard, causing her pain.

Sana cried in pain. That pinch was utterly to cause her pain.

"Gentle or rough, Sana?" Sidharth asked.

"Please gentle, Sir!" She cried in pain.

"Better," He rubbed her nipples softly to soothe her pain.

Sana was still crying silently in pain. But soon after, her painful cries turned into a pleasurable one as he kneaded her breasts and rubbed her nipples in between his fingers with enough pressure to give her pleasure.

"Umhm, Sir."

"Someone is enjoying, huh?" He taunted, giving a slap on her breasts.

"Umm! Sir," she moaned. His force was enough to cause her pain along with pleasure.

"God! You got big and soft tits, baby girl." Sidharth groaned loving the softness of her breasts in his palms. "They're just made for me. Right, baby girl?"

"Yes, Sir," Sana moaned enjoying his attention on her breasts.

This sweet torture continued for another five minutes until she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him desperately.

"Sir, please, take me." She begged, buckling her hips against his cock to get a fraction.

Sidharth left her breasts, grabbed her hips, and positioned himself against her entrance.

"I'll try to go slow," he informed before slightly putting only his tip inside her.

Sana bit her lips to muff her cries. He pulled out his tip and then again entered inside her fully in one go. This time she couldn't control her cries. It was painful but she was feeling blissed to finally feel him in her.

"He's too big and too thick. And, I loved the feeling of it. I feel complete," Sana thought smiling, and her pussy clenched around his cock, making him groan in pleasure.

"Fuck! She feels so good. So fucking tight." Sidharth thought smiling, enjoying the tightness of her walls around him and letting her adjust.

When he didn't hear her cry, he asked, "Should I proceed, babe?"

Sana nodded smiling loving the way he was calling her babe.

Sidharth didn't like her silent response. The next moment, she felt another slap on her breasts, hitting directly on her sensitive nipples. He made it sore just by pinching them hard.

"Yes, Sir." She replied, understanding her mistake.

By far, she understood one thing: he loves to inflict pain on his partner. But what shocked her was that, she was enjoying it, too. Because she knows he'll soothe her pain away. Just like right now, he was soothingly caressing the place to erase the pain.

"A good sub always answers to her dominant. Always remember that Sana." Sidharth said firmly, before moving inside her at a slow speed.

"Yes, Sir."

"Fuck!" He groaned, loving the tightness of her. "You're so fucking tight, babe."

"Oh, fuck!" Sana keeps moaning as he thrusts inside at a slow, deliberate speed.

"Harder, please." She pleaded, after sometime not able to take it.

Sidharth increases his speed, and thrusts inside her become harder and faster. He slapped her breasts, and ass, making her cry and dragging her towards her release. He felt her near her release, as his cock felt suffocated around her walls.

"Sir, I'm..."

"Me too," he said, fucking her hard.

"Umm, sir."

He grabbed her hair into his fist, pulled her close and whispered, "You feel so good. So fucking good, babe. I'm feeling like fucking you all night."

His dirty words did its magic on her, and she released herself around him and her body collapsed in bed, shaking and covered in sweat.

But Sidharth wasn't done yet. He held her hips up, firmly, pulled her close and ramped into her like a madman fucking her harder and going deeper when she was still coming.

"Ah, Sir," Sana cried and moan loving every second feeling him inside her.

"Fuck! Sana," He groaned, reaching his high filling the condom with his cum.

Sana hissed in pain, as Sidharth slowly pulled out of her. He removed the used condom, and threw it in the bin, and Sana collapsed onto the bed, smiling and gasping for air.

Sidharth walked into the bathroom, cleaned himself, and returned with a wet cloth. He made her lie down, facing him, kissed her forehead with a smile, and then gently started cleaning her.

Sana smiled shyly, watching his caring side. She couldn't believe this was the same arrogant guy who had bullied her on her first day. And now, she was in love with him, and she just slept with him.

Did she regret it? — No.

After all, he had given her the best orgasms of her life.

"How ironic?" Sana thought smiling

"Sana?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you smiling like that?" Sidharth asked, noticing her flushed smiling face as he tossed the cloth onto the floor.

"I just got fucked by my bully," she replied, smiling shyly.

Sidharth shook his head laughing at her words. "You’re crazy."

"You're making me crazy," the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she held back and simply smiled.

"Get dressed and come downstairs to eat something," he said while pulling on his boxer briefs.

"You’re going to roam around the house wearing just those?" Sana asked, shocked, as Sidharth left the room like that.

Sidharth came back into the room with a smirk. "I can even roam around in this house wearing nothing. Now get dressed and follow me. I need to drop you home after all." Then he walked out.

Sana sat in shock for a moment before hurriedly getting out of bed and putting on her clothes. When she reached downstairs, she headed straight to the living room, where Sidharth was already seated.

"What’s that?" she asked, settling onto the couch.

Her ass was sore, but she didn’t mind the pain—it would remind her of their session for days to come. She hadn’t known she was this kinky until now.

"Pasta, salad, and some fruits," he replied, serving her.

"Won’t you join me?"

"No," he said simply.

"Why not?"

"I’m not hungry. Enjoy yourself," he replied curtly.

It was strange, but she’d never seen him eat with others—not even with his friends.

"Do you even eat?" she asked.

He looked at her in disbelief. "I’m a human, Sana. Of course, I eat."

"But I’ve never seen you eat. Not even with your so-called friends at college or during the trip." She voiced her observation.

He stiffened. "How do I tell her that I don’t like eating in front of people? I feel uncomfortable. I always eat alone."

"Sidharth, I don't like eating alone. Please eat something with me?" Sana tried again.

"Just fucking eat, alright?" he snapped, leaving her speechless.

Sana did notice how his body had tensed, she wondered, "Why?"

"Where are you going like that?" she called out almost yelling, as Sidharth suddenly left the room in a hurry.

"I need to get dressed. And don’t fucking yell at me like that ever again," he snapped back before running upstairs.

Sana sat frozen in the living room, her food untouched. She stared at the plate in front of her, confusion clouding her thoughts.

"What had just happened?"

One moment they were sharing a lighthearted moment, and the next, Sidharth had stormed off, leaving her alone.

She sighed, her brows furrowed. "What did I say wrong?"

She replayed their conversation in her mind. All she had asked was for him to join her, to sit with her while she ate. That was it.

Her fingers fiddled nervously with the edge of her plate. "Can’t he just understand a simple thing? I hate eating alone. Am I asking too much?" she muttered softly, her voice tinged with hurt and confusion.

She thought back to the Sidharth she had spent the last few hours with—the one who had kissed her forehead with such tenderness, who had taken care of her like she meant something to him. But this sudden shift in his demeanour was like a storm, unexpected and jarring.

Her chest tightened as she tried to make sense of his behaviour.

"Why do I feel like there's something deeper? Like he’s hiding something… something painful," she whispered, staring at the empty doorway where he had disappeared moments ago.

Sana wanted to understand him, to help him. But how could she reach him if he refused to let her in?

For now, all she could do was wait.

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