I had decided on a lot of things. I had jotted down my questions and answers. I had practised my speech

But whatever happened after I saw him in the last week of April was completely out of syllabus. It was something I never practised or preached.

I was in his car hot on his lips. Kissing him like some maniac. I just couldn't hold myself. He was so roughed up. The beard was visible. His uniform was dusty after rushing back from HQ. He had not informed me about his whereabouts. I just somehow kept a track with his most trusted side kick. And when he had seen me standing in front of that red light across the india gate... He knew I knew everything all along. I had questions. He knew about it. He had some apprehensions. I also knew about it. But.... More than these issues I wanted to hold him. To feel him like i did past those months. Something was strange about his hold on me. When I kissed him first time I knew that he had been my teacher. I knew that we had a wide difference between us. Yet that kiss never felt weird. Never felt unethical. Never felt like I should have stopped. In fact with every touch I had craved more.

He stopped with his hand holding my forearm.

"We should stop naina. Someone... Someone might see us."

I looked at him with questioning eyes.

"And... I am dirty and sweaty."

"Does it matter, sir? "

He looked at me with surprise and then slowly melt into a deep smile.

His smile could force me to say yes to anything. I swore I had never agreed to something as fast as I did to his small demands. Before coming to see him or keeping a track with his whereabouts I was damn anxious about our situation. The fact that we had sex despite never again mentioning it. My strong feelings for him and still his disappearance without a notice kept me on edge all those months. The first thing I wanted from him was a verbal assurance. That he didn't feel burdened with my feelings. That I could do things for him... That I could hold him anyway I wanted. That... He liked it when I was with him.

Yet nothing that sort of I asked. I just saw him, sat with him and straight went to his lips. I didn't remember how much pain I had gonv through in his absence. How much I missed him. And how he never contacted me. How I could not keep it under and almost blow up everything I had! How I had been a useless fellow for the past few months.

However his eyes said that he knew. He knew every damn second of my misery. Yet I didn't know if I should believe him or not. I knew I wanted him yet the absence of verbal assurance and some promise I was not able to be at peace. I could not be the one who would never ask for for anything and give everything away. I was not a patient person like him. I was impatient and ruthless when it came to my feelings.

So I was nibbling hard on his lips. I had longed to do it. For so long. Nights which we spent together... When I was under him.... His arms which I held while he was deep inside me. I could not be at peace at all when everything I had I gave it to him. When he had kissed me in those nights he had given me what nobody could ever give me.

Feelings. Desire.

I never longed for a man as much as I did for him. His touch his fingers running wild on my curves... Heck he had done nothing yet everything to me and I would die for more. He would touch me and I would ask for kiss. He kissed me and I would ask for him to be inside me. He did me and I would ask for him to make me undone. I wanted to scatter into his arms like some God damn ashes in air. I wanted to blossom like a flower and then die in his arms. He would be my spring and I would wither with his departure. He would be my rain and I would go dry without him. He was my sunshine. He was my god damn April in this freaking hellish summer.

With everything running wild in my mind I couldn't stop but hold his collar and undo my seat belt. It was around eight in night and delhi traffic was sucking my blood. With no bright light around the only thing I could do was hold him some more. I had no idea where we were supposed to go. I knew he would take me someplace safe. No one in his sane mind would kidnap his protege. And if he was to do this dirty deed I was happy to oblige.

His breath hitched when I held him down there. Somethingbwas wrong with me. I never knew I could do this. I never knew I would in freaking evening of April would try to undo an army captain' pants. If our seniors saw me doing this I would have been court martialed. Heck. Rajveer sir too would be thrown out for sure. We both would have created some legend. Some legend where a student sucked his teacher under the traffic lights in the heavy rush of delhi.

"Naina. It's freaking road. Chalta phirta road he ye. Koi dekh lega. What the hel- ummm... "

His words drowned into his throat the way his cock dorwned into my mouth. It was the dirtiest thing I could ever do and I really didn't care. My tongue tried to roll onto his skin but my mouth was already stuffed. I had not looked at his face but I knew how he would be right now. That rule abiding teacher we all feared in the academy would try everything in him to keep it together.... To not moan... To not let my swirling tongue taking over. His face would have become stoic. He would have gone out of expressions. And I loved it. I loved doing things which no one would ever dare to do to him. So my mouth tried to take him as much as it could. My old gag reflex surfaced and I almost took him out. I knew this would happen and I was ready for it. I took him out and slowly took him in. My tongue meanwhile licking it along. My spit had run along his now rock hard cock and wet corners of his pants. The salty taste of his manhood was still in my mouth. I gave his cock a hard suck and again went with a slow swallow.

THUD

My head suddenly collided with the steering wheel. I looked up.

Rajveer sir was brazen. He had no emotion on his face yet I could see his red ears, his parched lips and his hooded eyes. Damn! I could take court martial happily if he fucked me right here. Who cared if I had a job Or not. I needed him the most right now. I caressed the wet cick of his my left hand while my right hand held his waist for support.

"You.... You will be punished for it. Naina. My car has been hit by some God damn fool. Only... Only because of you."

"Ohh really?"  And his eyebrows furrowed. Punishment? He couldn't make me run rounds of some ground. The only rounds of Punishment he were to give me was of him towering me until I begged. And I was way move than happy to receive it. Heck! I even wanted it.

I held his cock once again after he had removed my hands off it. I smoothly caressed his member up and down. I was about to lick it when he roughly threw my hands off his prizeworthy organ and buckle up his uniform trousers

"If Brigadier gets to know about it main muh dikhane layak nahi rahunga. Do you even know it? "

"And why? "

"I am wearing uniform, can't you see? "

"So I can suck you when you are not in uniform? "

He was lip-tied. I laughed at his expense. The way he had roughly forbidden me to undo his trousees my hands itched to do it more. But I couldn't. My teacher, sorry ex teacher was a strict person when it came to following rules.

"Your hand job still sucks."

I gave him side eye.

"Sorry. I didn't practise on dildos when you left me without a notice. Oh and not to forget when you left me and didn't receive my calls and ignored me for past months."

"I was not allowed. You know it."

"I know so many things. But that doesn't make you right or give you any right to do whatever you want."

He was silent and suddenly I was angry. I suddenly remembered those months of agony and pain. I had not heard him for so many days. And when he left me abruptly we had been together the night before. I had so many questions. I had so many doubts. Yet I could ask nothing because as he said.... He was not allowed to contact me.

Perhaps this job required us to not make any commitment to each other or.... May be this job of his wouldn't let me be in peace.

"I... I am sorry that I left without a clear reply. I am sorry that I didn't contact you.

I....

I didn't know what to say. Just a few months ago we were student teacher and then out of nowhere we were rolling in bed together. For me it was huge. My morals were against it. I know I liked you for a long time. But those feelings were suppressed long ago. I knew you would never like me back and I would never cross this line. But suddenly when.....

Everything went bleak for me naina. I have not been able to think about it clearly. I really really needed some time. I wanted to confirm that I really wanted to cross this bridge with you. I just couldn't leave you in midway after spending some eternal moments with you. I really needed a moment to me.
To think, to understand my feelings for you and most importantly I wanted to be with you wirhour any doubts or apprehensions.

Sorry I took a long time to decide. I am sorry if I hurt you."

I looked at him with awe.

So he was in pain also. I was not the only one.

"So... You don't regret us crossing that line, sir?"

He looked at me with weird expressions.

"You just gave me a blow job naina. And you are asking me if I regretted it? How... How can you even pass those exams? How the hell are you in intelligence with this brain of yours? "

I pinched his thighs and he yelped.

"You have no idea how I have been past these months. I know it was not wrong. Yet there was no mention of us having sex. I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to know if whatever we are doing, you also want that. I really needed to know your side of story. There was no communication between us. And then you left for months. What the hell was I supposed to think? Sir! "

He smiled. I punched his side.

"Senior par hath uthate huye sharam nahi aati tumhe?"

"What about you? Aapko apni student ke sath-” he cut me in between.

" You are not my student anymore. "

"You could have said this before you left. I almost went into depression." I deapanned.

"I am really sorry naina. You car punish me if you want. I know I am wrong. And I am really really sorry for all the pain you went through."

I didn't say a thing. And before we realized we had reached to his house. His so called two bhk which had been a topic of gossip among all of us. Because everyone wanted to be rhe first to see how was it. Rajveer sir was a little private person when it came to his house and car. Not everyone was allowed to touch it.

Just the way his cock.....

Not everyone was allowed to touch it.

This made me laugh. And I almost fell to the grounds.

"Daure padhte he tumko? Mata aa jati he kya kabhi kabhi? Paglo ki tarah hasne lagti ho bina baat ke. " He rebuked and I laughed much harder.

He unlocked his door and let me in. The house was really worth a fortune and I was damn sure it was bribe.

"Black ka paisa he kya? Aapki to itni salary bhi nahi he aap ye 2 crore ka ghar le sako. "

"Lala gave it to me. I didn't refuse it."

"Must be his penance. Let it be. By the way we have not still talked about our student teacher to let's fuck each other scenario."

"Naina. I am still your senior yaar. Kabhi to lihaaz kar liya karo. And since we have started sleeping together your tongue just doesn't stop."

"Really? Then my blow jobs must have been the best!"

He said nothing and went in. Meanwhile I was laughing like a maniac in his drawing room.

It was hard to say how and why I had kissed him that night. When he had been narrating some old incidents of espionage and I leaped to his mouth. He was shocked. I was shocked. But that shock didn't stop me from kissing him again. And later I had slipped into his bed. Again and again...

And before I knew it I was into his bed again. Roughly kissing him. He was still in his uniform and I didn't even care if he would scold me for this. I just wanted to feel him as much as I could. His hands roamed all over my body. Making me go crazy in excitement. I had not touched him in past five months twenty nine days. If I didn't do it today I would curse myself every day. Suddenly We rolled and I was on top of him. His hands stuck to my waist and I just held his chin. My tongue went in and his hands tightened. Before I knew it he had undone my bra and he was roughly kneading my breasts. I couldn't help but suck his lips harder. The pleasure was remarkable. I had missed those hands. Those hands which used to write down questions for us, explain concepts... were now running wild on my curves. He was knotting down and I could not help but pull him harder. The hard stubble perked my chin. Once again I was under him. His right hand now held my both hands while his left hand still stuck to my voluptuous curve. His mouth now latched itself to my skin. Sucking harder. Licking it. Nibbling it. The desire to feel eqch other as much as we could was running wild. I wanted him all over me and I could bet he wanted the same. My top flew God knows where and then came off the bra. His mouth sucked my flesh. More than pain it was painful pleasure. The teeth when they sunk in I could just moan helplessly. He wanted me to be at his mercy. He did everything he could just for me to beg. He kissed me. He kneaded my skin. His fingers sunk deep into my flesh. My back, my front, my every inch was roughed up by him. His  lips had sucked my skin at every damn place. I was on bed arching, rolling and almost begging. He just knew my weakest spot.... His fingers. They were his final attack. Like a nail in coffin. When they went in I could do nothing but moan his name. My teacher was fingering me and I was shamelessly calling his name out. I was shamelessly bwgging him. To go deeper... To just curl those fingers ... To touch my spot... And to make me come. When his mouth again latched to my boobs while his two fingers were still deep inside me. I was thrown over. It was pure pleasure. It was pure frenzy. He bit my skin. He bit my neck. And finally he sucked my tongue. How could I even hold it when he toetured me simultaneously! Two different places... And two different tortures.

I came.

And he didn't. He just rolled me up and pulled my ass up. I hadn't even come out of the reverie of previous torture when he started doing me in most penetrative position. I could feel him deep inside me. He held my waist and rammed into me. My head almost hit the headboard. It was damn pleasurable. It was heaven. It was hell. It was everything that could happen in that position. The separation of almost seven months...now I realized I was not the only one. He also was not good there. His deep moans could tell me how badly he missed my body. Hell. I just came with this thought. It was some psychophysical war we fought on bed. We both were in each other's mind and on each other's bodies. He was punishing me without mercy. Suddenly he stopped and pulled me up. I looked at him with question. He said nothing but pulled my left leg and put it on the bed. And then he was again into me with that stimulating standing position. His hands would squeeze me in between but his lower part didn't stop. He pushed my upper body down further.... The angle literally sent me into heaven only to lose my sanity. We have never tried this position before. And this really was different and good. I couldn't help but hold my ankle when his driving force pushed me further. He was a man and he was stronger than me. I was really helpless when his strong thrusts met with my naked rear. God! I was about to die tonight.

"Rajveer sir! Slo....slow...slowly...Aahh..” I tried but ended up moaning his name and begging him to show some mercy. But he didn't. And I.... I loved it.

I loved his torture. When we came back to bed he drilled me from behind while holding my right leg. His teeth once again tried to sink in. He nibblee my neck. And I just scatteree then and there.

He was true to his words. He had f Punished me. I had begged. I had done everytbing he wanted me to do..

Night was long and the separation had really took a roll on us. He cuddled me after not sparing a moment to show mercy on me.

"Have you ever thought why I didn't date in academy days Or after that?"

My brain was hooded with pleasure. This KBC went over my head. I shook my head.

"I... I just can not sleep with anyone Naina. I am a man. I know. But even though I just can not sleep with anyone if I am horny. There should be some feelings involved. It may sound funny but even as a man I feel like I just can not get it done with anyone or everyone."

I hummed. What he wanted to say I had no idea. Right now I had forgotten my own name. Let alone be his attitude or ED.

"I slept with you because I had feelings for you. We kept on having sex again and again because I... I really wanted to do it with you. There was nothing like letting off some steam and Or just in the heat of moment thing.

You have known me for so long. I thought you would know this..

Even though I got engaged to dr mishra but I couldn't sleep with her. You know this. And we had not even remarked something yet we did it so many times. I thought may be you had understood it."

"Yes. Sir. I got it. You have a special case of ED. You can only get it up with me. I feel honored."

He glared and removed me from his body.

"You really need second round of punishment."

And he roughly pulled me up once again..

I couldnt help but shout...

"Leave me. Brigadier se complain karungi aapki. Apne juniors ko andhere band kamre me aise daboch lete-... ”

He shut my mouth with his hand and went down to wreck havoc.

He really was a man of his words.

When in February I was anxious and in pain I had never thought after those thunderstorms I would be able to see my life changing 180° not even in less than two months. Those days in Feb I kept myself away from rain and now... I was completely wet... Without even trying.