Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 119: Teach You A Lesson

Chapter 119: Teach You A Lesson

Did he just use career terms to talk to her? Mira’s cheeks deepened with a blush as she shifted her gaze anywhere but his face, her earlier boldness dissolving. Her eyes landed on his neck, where she watched the subtle movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Something about his neck and the sight of his Adam’s apple intrigued her, sparking a curiosity she hadn’t felt before. But then something else caught her attention—the necklace. He was still wearing it.

Mira froze as her gaze locked on the Senerp necklace, still hanging around his neck. The significance of that single item hit her harder than she’d expected. Her heart ached, seeing that he hadn’t taken it off—he still wore it.

Without thinking, she lifted her hand to touch it, her fingers brushing the delicate chain. She barely noticed that she was only in pajama pants, her upper body bare in the soft light.

"The necklace... you still have it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The intense look in Zamian’s eyes softened for just a moment as he noticed the moisture gathering in hers, even as his hands had been preparing to caress her skin.

Before he could react, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him, her bare chest pressing against his warmth. The contact took him off guard, and for a moment, he found it hard to think clearly. How was it possible that her simple touch and gentle embrace could make his mind spin?

She pulled back slightly, her voice soft and hesitant. "I thought you had taken it off... but you didn’t." Her voice trembled, and the memory of her leaving him, facing everything alone, returned. If she had known what she knew now, she would have stayed. She would have confronted her fears and worked things through with him, rather than fleeing.

Gently, Zamian lifted his hand, using his thumb to wipe away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. "Shh, don’t cry, my sweet wife," he murmured, his tone tender and reassuring.

Mira nodded, exhaling softly as the weight on her heart lifted slightly. All that mattered now was that he was here, and she was determined to make things right, no matter how long it took. "I love you, Zamian. I love you so much..." Her words faded as Zamian leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, unhurried kiss. The gentle pace of it felt like a promise, as if he were telling her that everything would be okay, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As they pulled apart, Zamian held her gaze. "I told you I had a surprise for you... that day at our daughter’s baby shower." A shadow crossed his face as he remembered how Mira had left before he could show it to her.

"What if I told you I still have that surprise, baby girl?" Mira’s curiosity was piqued, and her eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Really?" she asked, her heart beginning to race as she wondered what kind of surprise Zamian had kept for her all this time.

A mischievous glint appeared in his gaze as it traveled from her face to her bare chest, his lips curving into a playful smile. "I’ll show you later," he murmured, his tone low. "Right now, I have... more pressing matters to attend to."

With that, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his touch no longer gentle but filled with passion. The kiss, once soft and slow, transformed into one that was heated and intense. His hands roamed over her figure, each touch deliberate as he explored every mesmerizing curve, his fingers tracing her skin as if trying to memorize her shape. He lingered on her back, allowing his hands to follow the lines of her curves, until a delighted gasp escaped Mira’s lips, the sensation sending a thrill down her spine.

His hands moved up to her chest, where he gently cupped and kneaded, giving each side equal attention, his touch a mixture of tenderness and intensity. He leaned down, pressing soft nibbles along her skin, each one sparking a shiver through her.

"Ahh... uh... Zam... Zamian... m... more," Mira moaned, her voice filled with need.

A smile curved Zamian’s lips. She had been the one eager for "lessons" earlier; now, he thought, perhaps it was his turn to teach her one.

Mira’s eyes widened as she read his expression. "Zamian... no, you don’t. I don’t want a lesson," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure as her thoughts grew hazy. Her eyes fluttered halfway closed, but she felt his hold on her only tighten. She found herself surrendering completely, her senses overwhelmed by each touch and every whispered promise.

Before she realized what was happening, he was slipping her pajama pants off, the gentle way he removed them surprising her. The Zamian she knew would have torn them off, but now he was slow and deliberate, his gaze drinking her in with an intensity that left her breathless. Was this how she made him feel, driving him to such restraint?

Then he turned and walked to the wardrobe, his tall, imposing figure moving with purpose. Instead of a tie as she’d expected, he returned with his belt, a devilish smile lighting his face as their eyes met.

"Za... Zamian... I don’t want to be scolded," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, laced with anticipation and desire.

"Oh, but it’s my turn to teach you a lesson," he replied, his voice filled with authority, sending a shiver of excitement through her.

Slowly, he raised her hands above her head, securing the belt around her wrists to prevent her from moving or touching him. Mira lay on the bed, completely vulnerable beneath his gaze. He paused to take in the sight of her, his eyes darkening as he whispered, "All of you... every part of you... is mine."

Mira bit her lip, her lashes fluttering as she stared at him, her breaths shallow and uneven, every inch of her consumed by the intensity of his gaze.

Zamian leaned in close, pressing his face against her inner thigh, his warm breath brushing against her skin. She shivered, feeling his soft inhalation as if he were savoring the very essence of her. The intimacy of the act sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

"So sweet," she heard him murmur close to her thigh, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. The sensation of his breath, combined with his words, made her body tremble with desire. As his lips moved closer to her most sensitive spots, she felt her self-control slipping.

Unable to hold back, she arched her hips slightly, pressing herself closer to him. But instead of pulling back, his lips pressed firmly against her aching, sensitive spot. Embarrassment surged within her, and she instinctively turned her face away, unknowingly closing her legs around his face. Her eyes flew open in shock, but she quickly spread her legs, giving him room to pull away. To her surprise, he merely chuckled, his amusement adding a new layer to her arousal.

Mira’s heart pounded loudly in her chest, her cheeks flushed with deep embarrassment. To make matters worse, her hands were bound, leaving her unable to hide her face or even touch him. Just as she began to feel self-conscious, she felt his tongue glide along the soft skin of her inner thigh, moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that made her gasp in surprise.

Every stroke of his tongue sent new waves of pleasure rippling through her, building her desire. She instinctively shifted her hips, wanting to pull him closer, needing him to touch her more deeply, but her bound hands restricted her. She wiggled slightly, hoping to find the right words, and her hips shifted, unknowingly enticing him further.

Zamian turned her to the side, and before she could fully process his movement, he playfully smacked her on her round backside. Mira gasped, her body jolting at the unexpected, thrilling sensation.

"Z... Zamian, please... untie me," she pleaded, her voice breathless and thick with desire. "I... I’ll be good. No need to scold."

But Zamian only widened her legs further, his eyes glinting with playful intent. He gently slapped her there, not too hard but just enough to make her gasp. Her inner thighs, already flushed and pink with desire, glistened as she let out a loud moan. Leaning in, he captured one of her sensitive nipples between his lips, sucking and nibbling lightly, each movement sending shocks of pleasure through her body. As he continued to tease her, his hands moved lower, spreading her legs wider as he rubbed his bare skin against her, the heat between them building with each touch.

He shed his boxers, his hard length pressing against her thigh as he continued exploring her body with his hands and lips. Mira gasped, her breaths catching as her senses were overtaken by the intensity of his movements. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure that consumed her, each touch stoking her desire further.

Zamian began to rub his body along hers, his warmth igniting her further, while his fingers slid inside her, one after another, stretching and filling her with every deliberate movement. She could barely breathe, the pleasure overwhelming, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

Zamian rested his hand on her inner thigh, his thumb sliding in and out with a slow rhythm, teasing her like a lollipop he was savoring. Mira lifted her hips instinctively, pressing herself closer to him, her eyes fluttering half-closed with pleasure.

In response, he ran his tongue over his thumb, savoring the taste, and as he did, Mira’s desire grew even stronger, the sensation intensifying with every move.

"Zamian... please... untie me," she begged softly, her voice almost a whimper, her need evident.

In response, he held her firmly, his gaze locking onto hers as he moved in deeper. "You’re not ready to be free," he murmured, his voice teasing yet resolute. "Not until you’ve fully learned your lesson."

As his pace quickened, Mira’s cries filled the room, each gasp and moan intensifying as she neared the edge of release. Bound and utterly at his mercy, she surrendered to him completely, letting herself go as her body tightened around him, her pleasure building until she was lost in an endless wave of ecstasy, her senses completely overcome.

With a final, powerful thrust, he took her over the edge, her body shuddering as she cried out his name, her voice filled with pure, unrestrained bliss.He finished by gently pinching the sensitive skin between her folds, making her gasp in pure ecstasy.