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" Absolutely… and I love it. Sit quietly; otherwise, I will cut your cheek. Then you will really start looking like a real mafia; they have long cuts on their faces.

"How many mafias did you meet earlier?"

"You are the first and the last. I have no intention of meeting any mafia, but I have seen a lot in the picture. Now quiet."

She starts shaving his beard very carefully, and Mrityunjay is just looking at her face. There is nothing that he does not want to be her, whether it is licit or unagreeable, and he accepts everything immediately, like today, when she said she wanted to trim his beard but while tying his hands.

"Mahi doesn't hurt yourself; that's it. You are keeping your fingers too close while you are shaving. Take it away or leave it; I'll do it myself.

"I will do it safely; I do not want the slightest scratch on your skin at all. Due to my own fear, I feel compelled to grasp your skin a bit more tightly."

While talking to Mrityunjay, she does not care at all that she has put the razor very close to her finger, and suddenly the blade of the razor touches her tip, due to which her finger gets cut quickly.

"Mahi…"

Mrityunjay immediately breaks the rope tied to his hands, due to which she looks at him in amazement with her open mouth. He looks at her finger, which is bleeding slightly; he takes it in his mouth, immediately sits on the bed, carrying her in his arms, and shouts loudly.

"Give me a medical box, Mahi." I slapped you so hard that you stopped all your mischief in a second."

"You want to slap me."

"Of course... what the hell did you do with yourself?"

"You look more handsome with a clean shave."

Mrityunjay stares at her; she is smiling. A servant has been given a medical box. He immediately bandages her finger, cleans his face well, and stands in front of the mirror. He didn't like his face without a beard.

"I look like a small teenage boy."

"A handsome boy, not an arrogant, grumpy old man..."

"Old man..."

She smiles and quickly presses her lower lip in between her teeth while suppressing her laughter. Before she can run away, he quickly catches her, throws her on his shoulder, and spanks her hard.

"I am an old man, my young lady."

"Jay… "

Spank

"Who is the old baby?"

"Meeeeee… "

Spank again.

"Jay, I am the old one."

"This naughty girl needs a daddy."

His severe spanking profoundly altered her; she never, in a million years, imagined that she would enjoy such things to such an extent. Her breath is uneven because of his sensuous torture, which ignites her desires.

"Jay….."

He smirks at her trembling voice, throws her on the bed, hovers over, unbuttons two buttons on her shirt from above, and bites her. She shivers at his sweet torture. She clutches his shoulder and presses herself more into him. He was devouring her upper front and inhaling her sweet fragrance while licking her neck seductively. He didn't want to stop, but he didn't want to move further at the same time.

He sweetly takes her skin between his lips and leaves it instantly; she is enjoying it so much and gives him more excess whileraising her face upward. He moves his hand inside her shirt, caresses her stomach with his long, slender finger slowly, moves his lips downward while kissing her clothed front, and kisses her hard stomach above her shirt. He then opens a button from there and sees her deep navel. He quickly kisses her while biting her slightly.