The Little Wife

'Aahh...aah..', She was screaming with pain and pleasure as he plunged inside her deeper and deeper.  'Ibrahim...please...slower ', she managed to say, while her body rocked violently due to his relentless strokes.  He was covered in sweats, his jaw was clenched and his breaths were faster then intended, he stopped to let her take some rest before he resumes.  'Baby..let's stop for tonight. I am already sore down there', she pouted her painted lips and complained.  'Sweetheart..I am not done with you yet. And regarding, the second part.....', he said and flipped her roughly on her tummy.  'Oh no...', when she realised what he intended, it was already too late. He gave a strong push and he was already half inside her ass. He spit over his member, moistening it and pushed again, harder this time. 'Aah..Stop Please ', she was getting ass f****d for the first time, but he had showed no mercy or care.  He spread her cheeks and spanked them hard, earning a yelp from her. 'Just loosen it up baby and take it in ', he grabbed her hair in a painful grip and yanked. He started slowly first and after a few strokes, he gained his momentum.  Natasha had recently started dating him, he was rich. handsome and a bachelor. He seemed like a perfect catch, but it was too late when she realized that he was a monster in bed and outside. She was sure that she would be ripped somewhere by the time he finishes. She vowed that this would be her last night with him, if she survives it unharmed.  'Aah...please..slower', her cries continued till he came hard inside her. He resumed again later in the night, when he thought she was well rested.  ☆☆▪︎▪︎☆☆ It was raining heavily that day, when she entered our home for the very first time. She looked malnourished and wet, maybe late teens. She looked like a typical orphan. But she wasn't just any destitute,  she was the daughter of my father's deceased friend, who passed away in a deadly car accident, leaving their only daughter behind, at the mercy of people like me. When I saw her for the very first time, I was arguing with my father as usual. My mother left us few years back, after fighting a close battle with  cancer, and eventually loosing it. So it was only two of us, in our family and we didn't have a very friendly relationship, my father and myself. I always lacked something to match up with my father's standards and not so recently, I have stopped caring about that.  I was still arguing with him, when the butler carried her luggage and she followed behind. She was hesitant, cold and scared. Everything was written on her face, all of those emotions.  'Sanam, my  child, how are you?', suddenly my father exclaimed in happiness on seeing that girl.  'Shamsher uncle?', she confirmed hesitantly.  'Yes, yes my dear. I am your father's childhood friend and business partner ', my father gave his full introduction to that lanky girl.  He hugged her closely and consoled her for her parents untimely death. He made several promises to her for happy days and how she would never feel their absence.  I wasn't exactly interested in the conversation and hence I tried to leave.  ' Ibrahim ! ', I was called back by my father.  Ofcourse! Unwillingly I turned and returned back to them. I met her green eyes, they were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen by that time. It took me a while to recover from the embarrassing situation I have put myself in. I was gaping at her like a buffoon. She was fair and had delicate features, it seemed she might break if manhandled. Her chest was fuller as compared to her tall,  thin body. My gaze lingered on her developing chest, longer than required and she didn't miss that. Her arms quickly settled in front of her chest, trying to shield them from my prying eyes. My father introduced us and took her along to show the new home to her.  Soon, I too returned back to my room. I didn't give her much thought because she wasn't worth my time.  Like that, she came and became a part of our family.  ▪︎▪︎☆☆▪︎▪︎ Ibrahim was getting ready for the office, when his father knocked and saw himself in. 'Sanam will stay with us from now on', he started.  ' I gathered that much', he replied uninterested. He was busy in dressing up for office. He had an important meeting today, he didn't want to get late for that. 'I have arranged for her to go to the same university as yours', he added and waited if he had any objections. Ibrahim scoffed off, he already hated her and now this! He wanted to stay as far as possible from her,but his father made every possible attempt in the opposite direction.   ' Anyways, Dad, I am getting late', he began to leave the room.  When he reached below, she was sitting in the Car already. He was baffled on seeing her there. She was slowly taking over his life, one by one.  'What are you doing here?', he asked her angrily. His eyes were burning with rage, till now she only thought it was a simile, but she actually  saw it materialising in his eyes. Her heart started fluttering by seeing him that angry,  she was suddenly worried about herself. 'I amm....uni..', taken aback by his sudden attack, she tried to reply, but any few words in the form of blabbering came forth. She almost came close to crying.  'She will go with you from now on. Just drop her at the university. Aren't you going in the same direction?', it was his father.  'Ofcourse', Ibrahim sat inside and banged the door angrily, startling her. The driver soon started the engine and they left.  He looked at her conscious form, who was trying to dissappear in the Car's door. She looked as if she could burst into tears anytime, so he decided against talking to her. Anyways, he wasn't interested in an awkward teenager. He had far more important things to deal with. Like his hot girlfriend! He smiled thinking about her, she gave him a good time last night.  ☆☆▪︎▪︎☆☆ Sanam was living an ideal life of a teenager with her parents, being the only child she was an apple to their eyes. Pampered and loved. She knew they were rich, but her parents believed in modest lifestyle, teaching her the value of hardwork and money.  Probably that was the reason, she was able to quickly able to adjust with her aunt, when her world turned upside down by her parent's death. She suddenly found herself from the top to bottom, even the seasons  doesnt change that fast how the people around her did.  She had lived the past one year, with her aunt from her father's side. The family was good with her for initial few weeks, but when they realized that her money has been locked away in some sort of joint fund and it wasn't as easily accessible as they had imagined. That was when they actually showed her their true colors. After her school, her daily chores started and she barely managed to finish them, until it was time to sleep. Although she tried to do her best, but whatever she does , wasn't enough for her to earn a meal twice a day. She was missing out on studies, friends and life in general. Her life was going on this set pattern, until her uncle was fired from his job and she became a true burden. She was eventually taken off school and sent to an orphanage. Her life hit a new low and conditions deteriorated further.  It was only after a few months later, that someone came searching for her and she was taken to Shamsher Khan's household. It was nothing short of godsent help for her, for it took her out of her miserable life in the hostel. By the tender age of seventeen, she had seen all that she wasn't supposed to see or experience.  Therefore,  when she entered the new house, she appreciated the kindness which was shown to her and she tried to earn her stay. She was enrolled in a nearby school and was encouraged towards her studies. She was a bright student by her inherent nature, therefore after initial glitches, she was able to get the hang of it and soon she was on top and above it, only by her sheer grit and determination. At home, although she wasn't asked to, but still she tried to do whatever little help she could offer to the servants and other staff. She was soon loved by all.  But a pair of grey eyes, never failed to unsettle her.  ☆☆▪︎▪︎☆☆