Midnight blue had deepened over a broad and starlit sky. Moonbeams came as whispers of light, rode upon the starry air as if the velvet black had asked them to dance. It was 2 am, the giant Wall clock stirred the dark fantasies once again as Bondita lay awake in her bed, tossing, alone. Anirudh's voice over the phone and his words had aroused a primitive desire in her.
I want you to touch yourself tonight for me... he had said.

For a quiet natured, composed person such as her, the sexual fantasies she had were anything but restrained. There was the upper brain need for a sense of what was decorous, and the primitive need for what was exhibitionist. And, perhaps it was the tethering between the two needs that had managed to keep Anirudh on his toes, ever eager to prove his love skills to her.

The night had a sensuous loneliness about it. Bondita stretched her neck in the dark to look at the slightly fluttering curtains playing hide and seek with the soft moonbeams. She inhaled a deep breath feeling the renewed sense of arousal that was lingering in her core since their telephonic conversation.
Anirudh had the sex drive of a god and the brains to match - he truly was the star of every sex fantasy Bondita have ever had since the day she first felt his sensuality. She recalled moments from her memories, the memories where she had first witnessed his unspoken dark desires, the memories where she had first felt his warm breath on her bare skin, the memories where she had first stolen a kiss from him... five years ago!

Bondita closed her eyes as her hands trailed down her body, feather touching her cleavage, down to her midriff to her stomach. She imagined his touch on her skin, his firm touch. She squeezed a little below her smooth waist to replicate his ministrations on her softness.
'You are mine... Only mine!'
His husky seductive voice was still ringing in her ears. It was probably his desire to seduce her that she had found to be the most seductive thing about him. And, the real seduction always happened before they would even say a word, as if their souls recognised one another. The rest was all a divine dance toward the release of sweet passions, the kind that would weave their destinies together.

"Ahh... Anirudh..."
Bondita moaned softly as her fingers found the wetness dripping down her core. She parted her legs apart a little to let her fingers have easy access in between her soft moist folds.
It's been almost a week she hadn't felt his love, his touch, properly, and the void was making her crazier.

"Anirudh..." She moaned again, her body responding to her own touch, floating high like a weightless kite, desparately yearning for his presence. It was like a tune, a seductive melodious tune, building towards a crescendo of overwhelming ecstasy and her body was reaching for it with all she had.

'Tring-Tring'.... 'Tring-Tring'...

The quitetude of the night was suddenly broken by the interrupting shrill cry of the mechanical telephone device... drawing an abrupt closure to her pleasure trip. Bondita had almost jumped up on her bed, gathering her thoughts to focus her senses in reality.

'At this hour?' she thought, her mind racing wildly as in the next moment the thought of the noise waking baby Rudhi up made her jump down from her bed and run towards the dressing room adjacent to the bedroom. She quickly picked up the telephone receiver and responded in a breathless hushed voice.
"Hello... Roy Chowdhury Residence."

A few seconds of silence, before the voice on the other end hushed back,
"Hey Tigress... did I wake you up?"

Bondita's lips curled into a pleasing smile as she heard the voice. She held the receiver closer to her ear with both her hands and sank down on the velvet couch.

"No, you didn't." She whispered back.

"So? Were you doing what I had asked you to do?"

"What?" Bondita bit her lips, completely aware of the context of his question.

"Touch yourself? Were you... touching yourself tigress!" Anirudh's voice sounded sinister, exactly the way it had sounded that night... the night when...

"Do you remember that night?" She suddenly asked.
"The night when I had fallen sick... Before Dehradun?"

The sharp exhale was audible clearly even over the telephone.

"I do." He replied.

"Tell me now... Did you feel me that night?" Bondita's words were eager.

"I did."
Anirudh was thoughtful.
"And, now I've no inhibitions in admitting to you that I was scared... You had scared me that night, Bondita!"

A naughty smile adorned her sparky eyes as she bit her lower lip at his words.
"I had scared you?"

"Yes..." Anirudh let out a soft chuckle.
"Did you do that intentionally tigress? Pouring water on yourself?"

"Umm... Not really... But, I realised what I had done... When I saw your..."

"My...?"
It was his turn to lick his lips naughtily.

Bondita blushed at his question.
"Your... eyes... The way you were looking at me..."

Anirudh let out a sigh.
"It took my everything that night to control myself Bondita... " He paused to take another sharp breath.
I've always loved you, and it has always been very platonic between us... But, by then, by that night... I had already started to fall in love with you... I had started to desire you against my will, and the thought of loving you... sexually... It just scared me."

"Why?" Bondita murmured softly pressing the receiver closer to her lips. Her toes had automatically curled up, her nails digging into the soft velvety texture of the cushion while her fingers played with the coiled telephone wire.

"Because... I didn't want to hurt you Shona... Your body wasn't prepared enough to take my strength..." He paused to find his next words. "Loving you with my physicality would have been everything against my ideology Bondita... no matter how much I craved for you... And, I had to send you away to save both of us from each other."

"Do you... now?"

"What?"

"Do you still crave for me?"

"Every moment!" His voice was becoming throaty every second.
"I'm craving for you right now!"

Bondita smiled. His words had started to send shivers of sensuous desires down her spine and her words had suddenly become equally dangerous as her fantasies.
"Aren't you scared now... Anirudh?"

Anirudh shivered at the mention on his name from her mouth. He smirked silently waiting for her next words.

"Tell me Anirudh... Do I scare you now?"

"You do... At times." He smirked again.
"But, right now, I'd love to feel this scarier version of..."

"What else would you like to feel right now?" Bondita interrupted his words with a hint of sensuous impatience making Anirudh's heart flutter.

"You... " He hushed. "I would like to feel you... The way I had felt you that night... But, this time, I won't hold myself back..."

"What would you do?"
Bondita almost moaned the question over the telephone making Anirudh smile.
"Imagine us there... In that room... That night...!"

Anirudh had closed his eyes.
"To start with... I would take the glass and pour the remaining water on you, drenching you even more..."
The picture behind his closed eyes had made his thoughts wilder.
"I want to see the water dripping down your neck to your bare shoulder, drenching that soft yellow saree of yours.
He breathed the words.
"Bondita, do you still have that saree?"

"I do." She smiled. "Tell me more Anirudh..."

"What do you want to hear Tigress? How I'd touch your drenched bosom, prominantly visible from that flimsy saree, and your hard perky nipples... And, how I'd pinch them hard and roll them in between my fingers... Do you want to know all of those?"

"Yes!" Bondita breathed a moan.
"And more..."
Her right hand had travelled down to her breasts as his seductive imagery made her touch her own softness.

"I'd hold your waist and pull you closer and..."

"You did it that night, didn't you?"
Her words were hoarse, making blood rush rapidly through his veins, building up an arousal at the memory of that night.

"I did... But now... I want to do more..." He swallowed hard, working his hands down his own body as his head fell back on the office couch he had laid on.
"I want to remove that saree slowly and lick those dripping water droplets from your skin... I want to grab and squeeze and knead every inch of your body Bondita... I want to..."

"I'd like that very much... Anirudh..." Her voice reeked sexuality and boldness.
"Are you touching yourself?" She asked.

"Hm."
He hummed softly, his face a little flushed at her honest question.

"Did you touch yourself after that night? Thinking about me?"

"I did...Yes." he hushed. "Later, in London, the memories of that night was all I was left with."

"Why didn't you let me know your feelings then?" Bondita groaned the question as her hands reached down her body over her cotton gown.

Anirudh narrowed his eyes and smiled at her question. He sat up a bit on the couch, adjusting his position comfortably as he rested the receiver on his shoulder.
"It wasn't right to tell you... What would I have said? That Bondita, I love you and I want you? What if you would have taken it otherwise... Specially, after the legal annulment of our marriage." He paused to let out a sigh.
"We were away from each other for four long years Bondita... What if you had fallen out of love with me? Or, even worse, what if you had realised that I was just an infatuation?"

"I can never fall out of love with you Anirudh Roy Chowdhury... You are my destiny." Bondita hushed the words seductively making him smile.

"I am?"

"Do you doubt?" Bondita smirked, her eyes fixated up the ceiling bathed in the moonlight.

"No." Anirudh smiled back, a gasp of relief escaping his lips.
"Did you do it Bondita? Touch yourself while thinking of me?"

A soft giggle echoed through the telephone, as Anirudh closed his eyes imagining her blushed cheeks.

"For I long time, I wasn't aware of what happens in love... between lovers... But, whenever, at night I used to think about you, I either used to cry or touch myself thinking it's you... Touching my body thinking it to be you used to make my heart flutter, it used to make me wet... But, I never went beyond it."

"I'm there to take you beyond, tigress! But...Why cry?"

"Because I used to miss you... Miss you terribly."

Anirudh didn't speak for a few seconds, probably gauging the right words.
"I'm honoured Bondita." He paused, "but I'm not happy to know that you used to cry because of me."

"Not because of you... For you." She smiled. "Those four years was like an exile... A test of my love."

"Our love." Anirudh added.

"Yes. And, I used to read, and re-read your letters every night."

"Every night?"

"Hm... " She hushed bashfully. " Untill they were replaced by... Romantic novels."

"Replaced?" His voice sounded hurt.

"Partially replaced." Bondita chuckled.
"And, all those heroes of all the romantic tales I have read, it was always You."

"Really?"

"Hm..." She hummed.
"I used to imagine myself captured in a dark cave in an enchanted island, surrounded by trolls and ogres, and you'd come and rescue me... Then you'd make fierce love to me, in the cave... and..."

"And?" Anirudh's hand was stroking his own arousal gently.

"And, it was always you..."

"What else would I do to you in your dreams?"

Bondita sighed at his question. Taking a deep breath and arching her back, she closed her eye and spoke again.
"I would be a lost Princess, and you would hold me captive in a pirate ship, and you would tie me up and make love to me in every way possible."

"Interesting." Anirudh groaned.
"Would you like me to tie you up, tigress?"

"I... I... Don't know."
Her crimson cheeks could be picturised even from behind his closed eyelids.
Anirudh smiled.

"I will make wild love to you in every way possible... Whenever I see you next."

"When?" Her lips quivered.

"Very soon... Very very soon..." His words growled softly over the receiver making her release moisture from her core.
"I would tie you up and rip your clothes off and take you from behind..."
There was a hint of an erotic roughness in his words

"Behind... What?" Bondita murmured.

"Nothing... You'll see when I do it to you."

Bondita felt a few electrifying quakes coarse through her chest, creating butterflies in her stomach while trailing down. She shivered violently.

"What happened Tigress? Are you wet?" His voice was seductive than before.
"Why don't you touch down there and check for me..."

Bondita let out a soft moan as her right hand found its refuge inside her nightgown, now bunched up her waist.
Her slender artistic fingers found the warm softness between her legs, dripping nectar.

"I am..." She moaned.

"I'm hard too, tigress... Very hard... Would you...li'... to'... tas'... Bon'... Hel'-o..."

Anirudh's voice was suddenly interrupted... broken... And then disconnected, leaving Bondita seated on the couch, clutching the telephone receiver to her ears and calling out to him, until there was a beeping flat tone emitted from the mechanical device.

"Damn!!" She let out a soft yell trying to dial and connect to his office number once again. But, alas! There wasn't any dial tone.
It felt so abrupt, so incomplete... and the continued beeping sound chimed into her wild dreams, the opening curtain call for her reality.

"Barrister Babu... I so miss you." She pushed her gown down, to her thighs and sank back into the cushion, hanging her head backward.
Why all good things end so fast? So sudden!!...
Her mind was thwarted, her heart felt impeded as she tried to come to terms with this abrupt closure of her nocturnal erotic endeavours.
Her exhausted eyes fell down from the ceiling, trailing down to the wall where the moonlight had drawn patterns before they finally fell on her sling bag kept on a chair nearby.
A sudden thought played lightning in her mind, as she quickly lifted her back and pulled the bag down from the chair, drawing it closer. It took only a second to unbutton the familiar bag in the dark as her hand slowly pulled out a dark shiny object from it.
'The pistol!'
Memories of the day flooded back... How Satya had given her the black unlicensed colt, how she had sneaked it outside the campus, and how it rested in her hand, on her chest at that moment. Satya had mentioned that it was empty. But, at that moment, in that unfulfilled cruel yet sensuous night, none mattered to her more than the eagerness to be with her love, to feel him, to let him feel every curves of her body.
Bondita let out a sigh and got up from the couch, with the colt in hand, she walked slowly towards the bedroom and stood infront of the large full size curved mirror. Her hand automatically raised up, touching her right cheek with the barrel of the pistol, as the cold metal slowly brushed down her neck to her collarbone, down to her cleavage and trailing dangerously further.
There was something dark about it, dark like her sexual fantasies, that the cold touch of the pistol had ignited in her.
The barrel was touching her heaved breast, pressing on her hardened nipple, as she let out a soft menacing moan of ecstasy...
"Anirudhhh....!!"

She closed her eyes and dropped her body on the soft bed, still holding the colt in her hand, her mind flooded with the erotic memories from the past, memories from her first sensuous encounter with the pirate of her dreams... her Barrister Babu.

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Merry Christmas dear readers,
Sorry I couldn't update for the last few days as I was vacationing. 😀
Nonetheless, I wrote this one the moment I got some time.
Do let me know how it was.
Also, I'll try and update more chapters in the next few days.
Cheers.! And keep reading. ❤️