Saira p.o.v
He licked my lips, leading the top of my body . He caressed my lips and continued kissing me
I gasped when I heard the sound of my underwear ripped. I pushed him away and looked at him in shock.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked confused by my action.
"Why on earth did you rip it? It was my favourite" I whined as I looked at it.
"For real saira?" He asked as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Yes look at it" I asked as I tried to grab it but he pulled me back to bed and I couldn't utter a word as he stared at me as though he was looking at my soul.
He held my hands on top of my head with one hand while on the other one hand he grabbed a cloth and tied my hands together.
He had a feather- like object and he used it to trace it on my body and I felt ticklish and it was fun.
Then he took off his pants and lowered himself. NO. I didn't looked at him instead I looked the ceiling trying to distract myself.
I heard a laughter and I looked at him confused.
