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❌WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT❌

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Gauri's POV

I bolt upright in bed. My breathing is frantic, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. I'm drenched in my own sweat. I scan our room, looking in the numerous shadows for anything that might cause me harm. 

Nothing moves. Only the delicate silk navy blue curtains provide any movement as the wind gushes inside the room. I quickly pull the duvet up, knowing I'm naked. I sigh and relax a bit. There's no room of mirrors here. I'm safe in our bedroom, unharmed and warm. I pull the sheets to my chest and close my eyes, trying to regain my balance.

A memory of the dream flickers through my mind. The piercings in my dream! Frantic, my eyes snap open as I pull the sheets away from my chest and inspect the damage. My breasts are fine. There are no gold chains hanging from my nipples. No black stones dangling from my bellybutton. I'm unscathed as well. Good. All of that was just a dream and nothing more.

Another memory of my dream bubbles up -- my Omkara. My curiosity stirs. Taking a deep breath, I look over to my side and gaze at my new husband, whom I married twice.

Omkara lays beside me in bed,  his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. He's so still when he sleeps. The only signs of him being alive are the tiny twitches of his fingers and mouth as he dreams.

I watch him, captivated. He's truly princely here. Not that he's ever been hideous, but here, asleep beside me, he's so calm and peaceful he almost doesn't seem real. His soft, silky, delicate, and shoulder-length hair, lay on the pillow, elegantly. His perfect lips are parted just enough to breathe. I can see how every single girl out there, wanted him. Shankerji picked him to be the most beautiful. Even sleeping he's almost impossible to imagine.

My inner child bursts to the surface. Like an idiot trapped in a cage with a ravenous sleeping lion, I have an irresistible urge to touch him. Cautiously, I stretch my hand out towards him keeping my eyes on him in case he wakes up. My fingers barely brush against his cheek, his soft, smooth, baby like flesh searing my fingertips. I hold my breath as I caress him again, hardly believing that this incredible creature is both unbelievably handsome and my husband.

His eyes flicker slightly and I freeze. They flutter open, those chocolate brown eyes spearing me through the dark. They narrow at me in confusion, and he blinks several times to clear the sleep from his mind.

I pull my hand back slowly, chewing my lip in embarrassment. "Sorry."

"What's wrong?" He rolls over and pushes himself up. He sits on the bed staring at me, his beautiful eyes making my heart race.

"Nothing," I lie. "Just a dream."

His flawless brows rise an inch. "What kind of dream?"

I blush and look away. I can't tell him that! It'll put him into a mischievous and playful mode.

"I can't remember..." I hope my hesitation will kill this conversation so I can go to sleep.

The corners of his mouth twitch up. "Was I in this dream of yours?"

I suppose that's safe...

I nod. "Yes." 

"With you?" He says with a smirk playing on his beautiful lips.

I nod again.

His smirk widens. "And what were we doing?"

I stare at him wide-eyed, my face on fire. I don't dare tell him. "I don't...I can't really..."

He leans forward, his eyes staring into mine, a dark smile on his lips. "You're lying."

I lower my eyes involuntarily, declaring his suspicions.

Still smirking, he grips my should and spins me around, then pulls me back against him. His chest pressed against my shoulders, bringing flashes of my dream into my mind. He loops his arms around my waist and holds me tight, placing his chin on my shoulder.

"What were we doing?" His voice is sexily low but there is excitement in it, to hear the details of my dream.

I swallow loudly, considering my choices. If I lie, he'll know and get mad at me for lying. If I'm honest, he might want to try having me pierced. As frightened as I am to talk, I know that having Omkara happy is much better than having him pissed.

"We were standing in this room full of mirrors. I don't know why..there was so many of them." I make my voice as even as I can, trying to hide my anxiety. "We were staring at my reflection."

"Oh? Why were wer staring?" HIs hands start to roam my body, caressing my waist and hips with his long fingers.

Hey Shankerji!

I swallow again. "I was...pierced."

He perks up, his body tensing against mine. "Pierced? Oh, tell me more." I can hear the excitement in his voice. He leans against me again, his hands never stopping.

I sigh. "My...nipples and my bellybutton were pierced."

Something hard twitches against my hip. It takes me barely a heartbeat to recognize what it is. He's aroused, just as I thought he'd be. Now I'm really nervous, and I start mentally praying he won't suggest such an awful idea. 

His hands finally stop roaming my body, coming to rest at my breasts. He cups them gently, rolling my nipples between his fingers. They harden instantly, and I squirm against him.

"That's a very splendid idea, Jaan," he purrs in my ear.

"We might have to try that sometime." He massages my breasts, making my toes curl.

"I don't know..." I trail off.

Oh, f*ck! What now? 

"Why not?" He's honestly curious.

I shift uncomfortably against him. "I don't like pain."

"Who said it would be painful?"

"Aren't nipples piercings usually uncomfortable to start with?"

I pause for a moment, confused.

"Oh, there are ways of making it far less painful than you think." He tweaks my nipples gently. "I could even make you enjoy it if you wanted."

I bite my lip again, an idea suddenly popping into my head. Maybe I could use this to my advantage. I have always wanted to see him with his ears pierced.

"I have an idea." My heart is racing at my plan.

"Oh? And what would this idea of yours be?" He's happy now, excited that I'm willing to go along.

"Say I was interested in doing your thought. About getting pierced."

"Yes?" I can hear the excitement in his voice. He presses his palms against my nipples, making me shiver from the pleasure.

"I thought maybe we could make it fair. Even." He never stops teasing my breasts. "How so?"

"Like...if I get a piercing, you get one too." My stomach does a backflip as I wait for his answer.

He laughs. the sound inhumanly beautiful and impossibly seductive. "Oh, Jaan! That is an idea!"

He pulls me close, his lips pressing against my neck. "I love it. Do I get to pierce you?"

I relax a bit. "I suppose so. Only if I get to do the same to you?"

He groans and lays back into our bed, pulling me with him. I'm locked against him, laying on top of his body, staring up at the ceiling. I like this.

He kisses my neck again. "I love it. Piercing each other. What a way to bind us together even more."

"It's a deal then. You and I will have so much fun with this, Jaan. I can hardly wait." He pauses for a moment, and I feel another risqué idea cooking in his mind. "You know...last night was wild, fun and passionate but how about we..." He trails off

I look at him and grin. His hands fly to my breasts, freezing me in place. Damn his touch. It gets me every time.

"What do you say, Jaan?" He croons in my ear as he massages my breasts. "I know how tired you are, how exhausted you are from last night. How about a quick round to seal the deal? It'll be fast and easy, and you can get straight back to sleep as it is only 5:45 in the morning."

Surprisingly, the idea is a welcome one. That damned spark of lust is back, only now it's grown into a small campfire. It makes me squirm again and I try to quell the wetness building between my thighs. Last night, I saw stars because of him, it was f*cking awesome. I want him inside me again. I want him to unleash his beast again. 

OH! I want him now!

I grind against his large friend down there. 

Om groans and rolls us over so that my face is pressed into the sheets. He slides off me and rears up, gripping my hips so my ass is lifted off the bed. I move my arms under me so I'm somewhat supported.

His chilled palm caresses the bare flesh of my ass, the cold making me shiver.

"You know what to call me babygirl."

His hands move from my butt, slipping lower, His fingers brush my thighs, sending a fresh flurry of shivers coursing through my body, They move higher, slipping between my labia and gently stroking the entrance to my body. My toes curl involuntarily and a moan slips through my throat.

I hear his muffled laugh behind me.

I gather the courage to say, "I know daddy, please, I want you inside me."

I hear his groan loudly. I twist my fingers into the bed sheets and exhale loudly. I want this -- my body's practically begging for it --- but I hate the way he teases me.

His fingers move without warning, sinking into me and gently stroking me from the inside. I freeze, the small bubble of fire in my belly growing into a full-blown inferno. GOD! That feels good! His fingers massage and caress my favourite spot, making me tremble and relax a bit.

Silently, I damn my family for never explaining the basics of sex to me. Mama had pulled me out of every sex ed class available, knowing that knowledge like that might diminish my chances of arriving to my husband as a virgin. Even masturbation was something I had to discover out of my own curiosity. 

Toying with my body was a good card for him to play. I'm moaning softly now, swaying my hips back and forth, begging him for more attention. He laughs again but agrees, pressing harder against my sweet spot. I drop my head into the pillow and groan into the softness. He certainly knows how to please a girl.

"DADDY!" I whimper as he withdraws without warning, making me whimper. "Babygirl, patience. You're full of surprises. Arguing with me one moment, begging me for more the next. I'll have to teach you a lesson."

I feel the bed dip as he shifts forward. The smooth flesh of his member replaces his fingers, resting against my private area. It's as cold as the rest of him, but harder than steel and covered in soft, silky skin. The memory of me sucking him last night floods my mind for an instant, and I shift my hips against him.

He pulls back an inch, the thick head of his member pressing against the entrance of my body. I freeze and try to relax, knowing my instinctive reaction will make this uncomfortable.

"Good girl, the more you relax, the easier it would be and more enjoyable."

He eases forward inch by inch, the full length of him slipping into me. I swear he's bigger every time but his thickness is wonderful and beyond satisfying. Feeling the first few inches sliding in, I'm finally able to relax my body and sink down into the sheets.

A handful of heartbeats later, his hands brush against my butt and he stills. God, he's huge! I'm always surprised how he could even fit. I shift my hips, getting a better angle. The feeling of him inside me causes so much pleasure, that it makes me moan loudly.

"Does that feel good baby? How do you feel?" One finger traces my spine cause shivers.

I whimper and groan, "Daddy! I want more, I want you to go faster."

He chuckles and I feel him pull back a bit, the feeling of his body gliding against mine indescribable. He holds still for a second, letting me adjust to the feeling of him inside me.

He bucks into me hard, slamming his hips against mine. I cry out in so much pleasure, I swear I can stay like this forever!

He pulls back and thrust forward again. I lose myself in the bliss. My hands slip out from under me and I collapse into the bed. God, this feels marvellous! I lay there swaying, still not quite sure what is happening as my mind is dazed by desire, lust and pleasure.

"You like that baby!" 

"YES! DADDY! GO FASTER!"

He grips my hips, pulling me back against him. I panic and manage to grab the sheets again, holding myself steady. I want more! I take one cleansing breath, shift my hips in his hands.

Om gets the message and wastes no time flooding the levees of my body. He bucks his hips against me repeatedly, the bottom edge of his member stroking my sweet spot over and over again with deadly accuracy. I twitch with every thrust of his body, my senses numbed to nothing but the delicious feeling of fire racing through my veins. I moan and twist my fingers into the sheets, silently praying that he'll never stop.

One of his hands leaves my hip. I feel his fingers twist into my hair, and he pulls my head back sharply. He keeps his other hand melded to my hip. The way he's indoctrinating me into the world of sex and lust may be a bit more brutal than the most but I'm not about to sacrifice this kind of ecstasy for anything. Not even the homemade choco lava cake. This is way better.

Satisfied that I can take him like a champ, Om starts to really play with me. He slows his thrusts but moves with more power. A few seconds later, he's moving faster than anything. Again he switches, angling his hips so that every inch of him grinds against the inner wall of my sweet spot. At every alteration, I cry out in pure bliss. He's toying with my body and I have no arguments.

Deep inside me, something stirs. It's a feeling of an orgasm. Om never stops his mindless thrusting. I can hear his harsh breathing, feel his hand twist tighter in my hair. He's as close as I am but he's not showing any sign of stopping, I'm not sure I want him to. If he could, I'd have him keep going for the rest of the day.

He unravels his fingers from my hair and grips my hips again. I guess at what's coming and grip the sheets with everything I've got.

I've guessed right. He rams his body against mine thrusting so quickly and deeply I would have fallen over if I hadn't gripped the sheets. He never slows his pace, though, and I'm left kneeling on my hands and knees and pure, raw lightning roars through me. I cry out at every push and pull of his hips. It's beyond incredible and I'm sure this feeling is so perfect, it was meant for no one but me.

He thrust against me one last time and I shatter beneath him. I throw my head back and scream, my body nearly shaking as my climax bowls over every barrier I have. Fireworks appear behind my eyes and I collapse into the bed, nearly passing out from pure bliss.

Om follows close behind. He rams into me once more before he stiffens. His fingers drill into my hips as he yells out his own release. His body involuntarily bucks against mine as he unloads, his seed inside my body. I take it silently, knowing I am on birth control. I am still reeling from my own climax, though I wonder how my body could take a load without breaking apart.

Slowly, his fingers release my hips. He pulls away, leaving me empty and feeling more alone that I can ever remember feeling. His arms loop around my waist and he pulls me down with him as he settles back into bed. I fall willingly, exhaustion now flooding my limbs. My fingers untangle themselves from the sheets as he pulls me close. His lips press against my neck and his hands reach up to cup my breasts again.

"Well done babygirl! You took that like a champ." His kisses follow the curve of my neck.

I giggle mindlessly, my body still recovering from the explosion. I'm tired now and I want to sleep. All that hard, awesome sex from right now and last night has made my limbs useless. My mind is slowly being rebuilt after being decimated by the blast. But it was worth it. So worth it.

His hands massage my breast again, but I'm too tired and sated to squirm against him. He notices my lack of resistance and smiles against my neck.

"Mujhe lagta hai, ki kisi ko neend aayi hai." (I take it that someone is sleepy.)

I'm barely able to nod. I want to sleep so badly, I'm barely able to keep my eyes open.

That was mindblowing. Now let me sleep.

He laughs and nuzzles my necks. "Then sleep. I'll wake you up in the morning and we'll head down for breakfast." He continues to massage my breast in his hands, just enough to keep small sparks flowing through my veins. "You did so well, baby. One of these days, I'll show you some real fun." 

I close my eyes and settle into bed. Om pulls the blankets over our bodies, and I'm warm and safe again. He continues to kiss my neck and I stretch my neck to give him more access. A world-renowned artist he may be, but who am I to turn down a free kiss from him?

"We'll have so much fun together, you and I. So much fun. Oh, Jaan, meri Jaan." He pauses, and I can almost hear the smile creeping onto his lips. "My Jaan."

Yes and that makes him my Om. We've claimed each other. No one else can have either of us. I have my husband now; my sexy, handsome, irresistible husband. And he has me. Nevertheless, I intend to make the most of this relationship, even if it kills me.

My Omkara. What am I going to do with you? 

I never get to answer my own question. My mind blacks out just as I get around to finding an answer, abandoning me to the sweet darkness of my subconscious. I dream again, but this time, there are no mirrors or nipple rings. Just distant memories of my childhood with my brother and the image of him and I doing mischievous stuff.

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THE LONGEST CHAPTER I HAVE EVER WRITTEN: 3155 words

I was blushing when writing this down. This was another smut, I wrote. I acutally wrote two smuts for their suhagraat but I used the other one and I decided to use this one the next day.

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 Precap: Piercings?