I shimmied underneath my sleeping love and set a tentative toe on the carpet below, then stood on wobbly legs to get a bearing. It was since morning that I had been servicing him today, so I was running low on electrolytes. I swayed gently like a snake to a tune; my brain still trying to work out a balance to know where the rest of my body was.
The first thing I noticed was the puddle emerging between my legs. Quickly discerning what it was, I clutched my pussy and tiptoed my way into the shower. It wasn't a wonder for he had been piling it in me since yesterday morning. He had ejaculated loads of semen inside me. This anger thing was making his balls work overtime.
I washed my hair, quickly soaped my body, got dressed and ran downstairs into the kitchen to observe my usual silence next to ma while both of us worked next to each other. A bystander would probably gather that we were the most compatible workers on the planet, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Somehow I got the vibe that Ma felt I was to blame for whatever had transpired between my brother and myself. That somehow I was the Biblical Eve who had tempted Adam in the garden of Eden with my wiles and now that my brother had tasted the forbidden fruit he couldn't see a life without it. She kept her silence in return for her son's well being and happiness. I don't know who I was to her any longer...if that is... I meant anything to her at all.
Thankfully the abhorrence she felt for me did not extend to my twins and I was glad for that. They were more her son's children than they were mine now. I did not mind that at all, as long as she gave them the love that they deserved. I threw furtive glances at her only to watch her lips set in a rigid line while she gave last touches to the salad, before she strode out of the kitchen into her room. I exhaled. She had finished cooking the vegetable, so I started with cooking a simple dal. I could feed my twins some too. I enjoyed making flat breads, round and inflated like symmetrical paper discs.
"Ahhhhhhhh," I groaned painfully.
He pushed himself into me from behind pinning me between himself and the island, while his hands ran up my shirt and began to savagely pull at my breasts.
"Rudra," I croaked in agony. "What are you doing down here? You should be resting."
He squeezed my breasts hard and pulled my nipples as far as he could extend them before releasing them to be plopped back in position.
"You're hurting me baby," I appealed in a way not to aggravate him into assaulting me any further.
He didn't say anything. I could still hear him breathing roughly behind my ear. He bit into my neck slowly sucking on my flesh before pushing his fingers hard inside me. I jumped.
I bit into my lip, keeping myself from crying aloud with pain. But my insides began to melt. I felt so turned on, it made me leak profusely. Feeling my juices on his hands, he pushed me roughly to the floor. His fingers undid mine around the rolling pin that was still in my hand and our eyes met. His reflected lust and something else...rage. Mine reflected my world...him.
He pushed his fingers into my waistband and pulled my bottom down. Somehow I already knew what was coming next. He pushed the hard head inside me slowly, giving it time to lubricate in my juices - My rolling pin. I wanted to make it sensual for him. I lifted my pelvis up, showing him my eagerness to take more of it inside me, if that would please him. His pupils dilated. I sucked on my lower lip, while my hand stole its way up to a breast and I began to squeeze it in arousal. He had slowly begun to push it further in.
"Umhhhhhhh," I moaned and my lips parted to exhale my ecstasy.
When I opened my eyes again, there was anger in his eyes that I could not understand. I was doing everything in my power to please him and yet I could see I was failing every time. He began to push the rolling pin harder inside me back and forth and I squirmed inwardly in pain. But I did not let him see that he had begun to hurt me. I closed my eyes and bit into my lip to keep myself from moaning.
I was on the floor for sometime now when I heard my mother walk in on us. She gasped in shock.
"What are you doing?" she asked repulsed.
"You stay out of it," he roared like a lunatic on death row and I saw mother skulk out of ear shot and my peripheral view.
I closed my eyes again. I would worry about it later. I did not know why Rudra was angry with me and it made my heart cry in pain. The physical pain I was undergoing was nothing in comparison.
He jabbed the rolling pin hard inside me and I cried aloud in pain. He made me yelp a few times pushing it deeper inside me, before tears rolled down my eyes, then satisfied with the outcome he pulled the rolling pin roughly out of me and flung it with a loud thud on the kitchen floor. He slammed his engorged cock inside me next. He pumped so hard that the pots and pans rattled loudly behind me with his every thrust.
"What's wrong Rudra?" I asked, my arms going around him. I could not understand his fury.
"Shut up," he spat viciously.
He pushed harder inside me.
My pussy felt raw, but not as raw as my aching heart.
"Hurt me if you have to, but stop being angry with me. It's killing me Rudra," I choked on unshed tears. "At least tell me what's wrong?"
"Shut up, or I swear I'll kill you."
I let him fuck me hard then. As hard as he wanted to, until he had come and collapsed on me like a spent log. I let him lie inside me till he came out of his daze.
He felt his forehead and exhaled.
"You need to rest." I said in a little voice.
I helped him off me into a standing position then helped him to the couch in the living room. He felt disoriented with the headache. I hurried back into the kitchen, pulled one of the drawers and took his pills to him.
"Rest, until I get you dinner."
I felt too scared to kiss him or touch him even when in that moment I wanted to comfort him most. I stood there, then turned around to get back to dinner.
On my way in I scooped up the rolling pin which found its way into the garbage bin. The little contraption littered my mind with confusing thoughts. Uncensored pain and graphic visions of ecstasy, which I pushed back into my head to be mulled over in a better frame of mind. I washed my hands and began to give last touches to the dinner.
"That must hurt." Ma walked into the kitchen to stand next to me.
"Ummh... no actually it doesn't. He only pretends to be hurting me. He isn't actually."
I looked at Ma, then quickly looked away, wondering whether I had managed to fool her. I knew whatever was bothering Rudra, was making him behave this way. He had never done this to me before, even when I had asked him to. Pain really gets me off, but only when I know Rudra is doing it as a sexual act and not as a way of punishing me.
