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"Honey, turn around and look into the mirror," Shubman commanded.

Ishan did so, but his gaze remained low until he lifted his chin, to make Ishan look at his bare chest, his nipples hard.

"You are so beautiful," Shubman murmured into his ear from behind.

He placed his chin on top of Ishan's head in a cute way. His hands reached out to cover Ishan's nipples, his fingers running circles around them, teasingly.

"You've been a very naughty boy," he told Ishan, his voice taking on a stern tone. "You must be punished, right?" (Like I said, Old school daddy)

Ishan gulped.

"You made me chase you," he accused, his voice low and calm. "You knew I felt about you, yet you always try to run away. Made me say it out loud. You made me come to get you." Shubman then asked Ishan, "Do you know what your punishment will be?"

Ishan shook his head in negative.

"You aren't allowed to touch yourself," he answered in a tone that asked for no more arguments. "All of your pleasures will be given by me, when I want. Do you understand?"

Ishan gasped in protest, he knew what was gonna happen now.

"You won't submit?" Shubman asked, an edge creeping into his voice.

"It's just....I didn't mean to make you unhappy," was Ishan's excuse. "I didn't want to bother you!"

"Ishan!" He exclaimed irritatedly, spinning Ishan's body around to face him.

Ishan gazed up into the fire that burned in his eyes, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of his arms.

"You are MINE! Body and soul, and everything in between!" Shubman declared. "You need to get your head right!"

"Um... Sorry..." Ishan responded awkwardly.

Shubman gaze softened just a bit when he saw Ishan make a cute face. "Maybe, I have to show you first," he muttered cryptically, his eyes narrowing.

He leaned down to kiss Ishan, enveloping him in his arms, his hand running into his hair as he took control of Ishan's head, holding him wherever he wanted him. Shubman's lips moved sensuously over his, parting them, his tongue flicking gently between Ishan's teeth.

Ishan's knees went weak, as a fire raced through his veins, burning his entire body with intense heat, melting away all of his resistance for his lover, his Shubi.

Somehow, they moved towards the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, and Shubman thrusted into him with a quickness and fierceness that touched the deepest parts of Ishan's soul.

THIS..

This was what Ishan had been waiting for. His entire life had led up to this moment.

This completion. This Oneness. His perfect match, his perfect mate, was with him finally. He couldn't possibly feel this good in any other manner.

When Ishan woke up the next morning, he found Shubman sitting in a chair by the window, watching him.

Ishan smiled, blush creeping through his cheeks, he stretched, his body still feeling the effects of their night.

"Did you enjoy that?" Shubman asked him calmly.

He nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Good," Shubman replied, "That is what we are meant to have together, coming together in perfect harmony, but when you misbehave, it creates a discord between us that must be addressed..."

"You're still mad?" Ishan asked nervously.

"I'm not mad," he refuted, his voice still calm and collected, "But if you don't accept your punishment and keep being a bad boy, I may be." Even his threat sounded like music to Ishan's ears.

"Okay," Ishan whispered.

"Come to be, baby," he called Ishan, signalling with the crook of his finger.

Ishan climbed out of bed, standing on his bare feet on the cold hardwood floor.

"Not like that," Shubman shook his head.

"Show me that you have truly submitted to my will," he ordered.

Ishan paused for a moment, hypnotized by his enigmatic gaze. Gradually, Ishan sunk to his knees, reading the approval in his eyes. When his hands touched the floor, Shubman's eyes lit up in desire, his breath quickening as he slowly crawled forward.

"Good boy," he murmured.

Ishan's heart was beating like a thousand times every minute as he creeped closer and closer to Shubman. Shubman remained still, playing it cool, but his eyes showed otherwise.

Ishan stopped as he reached Shubman's knees and looked up at him with a quizzical expression on his face, waiting for the next direction.

"Do you love me?" He asked calmly.

He nodded his head in affirmation.

"Then show me," he whispered. Ishan rubbed his cheek against the top of his knee, closing his eyes and he felt Shubman caress his hair, then his hand moved to his cheek to cup his face.

"Come here," he patted his thigh, and Ishan climbed up to sit on his lap.

He straddled him, and leaned in for a kiss, his hands roaming over Shubman's back and his ass, as their tongues were busy in a slow dance of their own. One of Shubman's hands moved between Ishan's thighs, gently rubbing his groin, making him moan in delight.

Little whimpers escaped his throat, and his hands clutched Shubman's shoulders desperately, as his hand cupped his most sensitive part, pressing on it expertly. Suddenly he stopped, giving Ishan a small pat on the ass.

"Go, get ready now," he ordered.

Ishan pouted, wondering why did he stop. He wasn't finished yet! He wanted more!

"Go on," Shubman flicked his head towards the bathroom.

Maybe he wants me to brush my teeth? Ishan thought. He hopped off his lap, and skittered to the bathroom for his morning routine.

When he came out of the shower, Shubman was already gone.

"He didn't wait for me?" He asked the empty room.

As he headed towards the kitchen, he found a covered plate which had scrambled eggs and toast served. A note next to it said:

Left for work. Will be back by 7.

Ishan huffed in disappointment. He couldn't believe Shubman just left without even talking to him. Between his legs remained a very uncomfortable sensation, his member that really wanted to get jerked off.

But he remembered the punishment, he wasn't allowed to touch himself. Well, it was going to be a long day.

All Ishan could do was think about him the entire day, all day long. While washing the dishes, heading out to work, all he could see was Shubman in his mind's eye. He kept rehearsing conversations with him in silence, trying to figure out how would he ask for what he wanted.

Ishan chose to takeout dinner from an Italian restaurant on his way home, almost rushing as he wanted to make sure everything at home looked perfect before 7.
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It was time. It was 7 PM, but Shubman was still nowhere to be seen.

The clock showed 8, and then 9 PM. Still no signs of him.

Finally, at 9:30, Shubman walked in. "Hello," he greeted Ishan in nonchalance.

Ishan was truly flabbergasted. Was he going to act like he didn't leave him waiting for more than 2 hours? Ishan kept waiting for an explanation, or an apology, but it never came.

Shubman sat down to eat the food that Ishan had bought for him, now complaining that it was cold.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Was what Ishan screamed..... From within only.

"It's getting late," Shubman said, "let's get some sleep."

Ishan wanted to scream in frustration. He had been thinking about fucking him all day long, and now all he wanted was SLEEP?

Ishan washed his face and changed into his boxers. When he came out of the bathroom, Shubman was waiting for him, holding a length of rope.

"What's that for?" Ishan asked, curious.

"Turn around, please." Shubman said.

Please, he is the most polite, rude guy I have ever seen. Ishan thought. He soon complied though, and felt the rope looping over both of his wrists and tied with considerable strength.

"A little help, just in case your temptation gets too much," Shubman said.

Then he helped him get into bed, sliding beside, and pressing his body against Ishan's back. Ishan's hands behind, could feel the hardness of his cock through his sweatpants.

"He does want me! Why the fuck isn't he taking me?" Ishan asked himself.

Shubman's hand roamed around his chest, his nipples and hips with a pace that was maddening, causing Ishan to groan. Then he wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug.

"Good night," Shubman said, snuggling in.

"But can't we..." Ishan was cut off by a shush from Shubman.

Ishan didn't know how was he supposed to sleep, half naked, in his arms, with an insane amount of libido AND his hand pressing against Shubman's cock. Fuck.

Thankfully, he fell asleep, though it was super tough.
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Around 4 AM, when it was dark, Ishan felt himself being dragged out of sleep. He could hear moaning, a blurred sound merging with his dreams, and it gradually got clearer.... Then he felt his cock getting wetter with the passage of every sexond.

(Sorry, I wrote "sexond" instead of "second" and I am not going to edit it now lmao)

Shubman's mouth was wrapped around Ishan's cock, taking all of it in, and then all the way out. His hands were in between his thighs, grazing around his hole.

"Ohhhh, fuck, yes.." Ishan breathed as he realised what was happening.

"Oh, you're awake," Shubman said, stopping his mouth and pulling his hand away, and Ishan cried out.

"Don't stop! Please!" He begged.

Ishan felt like he was driven to the point of madness.

"Please?" Shubman replied mockingly, frowning.

"I want you," Ishan declared desperately.

"Do you?" He asked playfully.

"Oh, fucking yes, Shubman!"

"Hmmm...not good enough..." He mused.

Ishan almost was sobbing in need, "No, please! I want you! I really want you, don't stop! Give it to me! I need it! I NEED YOU!" Ishan was yelling by now.

"Daddy, PLEASE!" He begged, his hips bucking up uncontrollably. Shubman chuckled, and loosened the rope tied around Ishan's wrists, then he hovered on top of him, entering him with a soft groan.

Ishan orgasmed almost immediately.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, he was waiting for this for hours, there was no way he could help himself but come all over.

Shubman's intense gaze bored into Ishan's soul as he pounded into him, bringing him orgasms again and again.

Finally, Shubman collapsed on top of Ishan with a loud groan as he came inside him. He snuggled against Ishan's neck, kissing his sweet spot now and then.

Ishan blurted out, "You fucker."

Shubman chuckled against his neck.

"I don't understand how the fuck I agreed for your five day─sugar daddy roleplay!" Ishan grunted.

Shubman winked, "It was fun, though."

"You're not getting dinner tomorrow, asshole."

"I love you too, babe."

Shubman squeezed him tight, as Ishan tried drifting back to sleep.

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That will be the final chapter of this book.

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