Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)

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Chapter 31: Shadows of Marks


The Sunday morning sun had long since climbed and faded into evening by the time Nivi stirred, the weight of her deep sleep pulling her under since dawn. Her body ached pleasantly, pussy sore from the night’s shattering orgasms, breasts tender from Raghavan’s worship, thighs still faintly slick with the memory of her squirt and his cum in her throat. 

The apartment was quiet, the kids’ laughter muted, the scent of jasmine incense lingering as she lay curled under the covers, her kurti rumpled, leggings discarded in exhaustion. Fuck, I slept all day—orgasms, blowjob, Ashok’s shock—it drained me, she thought, mind voices hazy with bliss and lingering shame. His cuck eyes saw me naked—tits, ass, pussy dripping. Monday’s coming... how do I face him? But Raghavan’s got it—daddy’s shield, keeping me bold. Her pussy gave a faint throb, The night changed me—squirting, submitting, power in every filthy act—but Ashok’s intrusion haunts me, thrilling and terrifying.

A soft knock broke her haze, her mother-in-law’s voice gentle through the door. “Nivi, dear, it’s past eight—dinner’s ready. You’ve slept since morning, haven’t eaten a bite. I didn’t want to wake you; you were so deep in sleep, but I’m worried. Come eat.” Her tone was warm, tinged with concern, a knowing undertone hinting at the night’s intensity.

Nivi sat up, rubbing her eyes, breasts shifting under the rumpled kurti, nipples sensitive against the fabric. Fuck, 8 PM? Slept through the day—body spent from Raghavan’s tongue, his cock, she thought, pussy tingling faintly, ass shifting on the bed. “Coming, Amma,” she called, voice soft, standing to stretch, her body glowing with the night’s marks—both emotional and physical. Revelations deepened: She cares, sees my exhaustion—knows it’s more than just sleep.

In the bathroom, she stripped, the mirror reflecting her transformed body—breasts full and perky, nipples hard from memory, ass curved and firm, pussy pink and slightly swollen, still fresh-looking despite the night’s ruin. She noticed them then—love marks, dark and scattered across her neck, chest, trailing to her breasts, faint bruises from Raghavan’s lips, his teeth. Fuck, he marked me—sucked my neck, my tits, branding me his, she thought, pussy throbbing at the sight, a naughty thrill mixing with panic. These won’t hide under my kurtis—those low-cuts, slits, sheer fabrics show everything. 

Tomorrow at the office... Ashok’s eyes, the team’s stares. Maybe the boring kurtis—high neck, loose—but fuck, I’m bold now, not hiding. Her clit pulsed, mind voices naughty: Let them see a hint, whisper—makes me wetter, owning their hunger.

She bathed, hot water soothing her sore pussy, washing away the night’s cum but not the heat in her core. Fuck, clean again, but I’m still his—marked, claimed, she thought, toweling off, fingers brushing the love marks, a shiver running through her. She chose a regular nighty—loose, plain, hiding her curves, breasts and ass concealed, no hint of the siren she’d been in the babydoll. This hides them, she thought, glancing at the marks in the mirror. 

Safe for now, but tomorrow... how do I balance bold and careful? Revelations hit: My power’s in teasing, but these marks are his—private, naughty.

Dressed, she checked her phone, heart skipping at notifications—a missed call from Raghavan, messages from Ashok. Fuck, Ashok—messaged after seeing me naked, tits out, pussy wet, she thought, horror spiking, pussy tingling despite it. She called Raghavan first, voice soft but steady. 

“Sir, it’s me. I’m good—rested all day. You?”

His voice was warm, low, a naughty edge. 

“Nivi, glad you’re rested. Last night... fuck, you were incredible—squirting, sucking my cock like a slut. Worried about Ashok?” Her pussy throbbed at his words, mind flashing to his tongue, his cum. “He’s handled—puppet won’t talk, terrified of me. Walk in bold Monday, ass swaying, tits teasing. We’ll meet—office or after.”

She smiled, naughty undertone slipping through. “Bold, always. Thanks, daddy—your... support keeps me strong.” Fuck, calling him daddy—still hot, makes me wet, she thought, pussy leaking faintly. “See you Monday.” Revelations: He’s my shield, my fire—Ashok’s silence secured, I’m free to burn.

At the dining table, the aroma of dosas and chutney filled the air, her mother-in-law setting a plate, eyes twinkling with knowing concern. “You slept like the dead, dear—look spent but glowing. Quite the night?” Her tone was playful, implying the sex, the passion, her transformation, as Nivi sat, nighty hiding her curves, love marks concealed.

Nivi blushed, pussy tingling, taking a bite. “Intense... needed it. Work’s changing me—Anand’s mess fading.” Fuck, she knows—squirting, blowjob, submitting to Raghavan, she thought, a naughty grin breaking through. She’s my ally, cheering my fire.

Her mother-in-law nodded, smile naughty but warm. 

“Changing, hmm? That boss... he’s fanning your spark, isn’t he? I see it—woman alive, not just a mother. But careful, dear—late nights, neighbors’ tongues wag.” Her hand patted Nivi’s, lingering, sensing the heat. “Was it... everything?”

“Everything,” Nivi said, voice sultry, indirect, implying orgasms, submission. Fuck, admitting it—his tongue, his cum—it’s hot sharing with her, she thought, pussy throbbing faintly. “Exhausted, though—slept all day.”

Mid-bite, she remembered Ashok’s messages, horror spiking—fuck, what did he say? Saw me naked, pussy dripping; is he spilling? She opened them, heart racing, expecting betrayal, but they were safe: 

“Sorry, Nivi—didn’t mean to intrude. My mistake. Secret safe, promise.” Another: “Won’t say a word—sorry again.” Relief washed over her, pussy pulsing with a twisted thrill: His cuck eyes burned, but he’s silent—scared. Don’t know what to reply—nothing for now. Revelations: Raghavan’s right—Ashok’s a puppet, my power’s intact.

She finished dinner, the kids bounding in, giggling, pulling her to play. Nivi laughed, nighty swaying, hiding her marks, pussy tingling as she wrestled them gently, their warmth grounding her. Fuck, my babies—why I’m bold, she thought. Her mother-in-law returned, holding a small bowl of ice cubes, smile naughty but kind. “For your... neck, dear. Saw a hint earlier—helps with marks.” Her tone implied the love bites, Raghavan’s branding.

Nivi blushed, taking the ice shyly, pussy throbbing at the memory of his lips. Fuck, she saw—knows he marked me, she thought, retreating to her room. She pressed the ice to her neck, chest, the cold soothing the dark marks, mind racing: Tomorrow, boring kurti—hide them, but keep teasing. Ashok, the team—I’ll own their stares. The day ended, Nivi curling up, the chapter closing on her icy relief, Sunday’s rest sealing her fire for Monday.

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Chapter 32: Veiled Fire


Nivi woke Monday morning to the soft clatter of breakfast dishes, the Coimbatore sun filtering through her curtains, casting golden streaks across her room. Her body still hummed from Saturday night’s fire—Raghavan’s tongue wrecking her pussy, her mouth swallowing his cum, the shattering orgasms that marked her firsts. 

The love marks on her neck and chest, now faded but still visible, ached faintly under her touch as she stood before the mirror. Fuck, his lips branded me—dark bites on my tits, my neck; I’m his, but Ashok saw it all, naked, dripping, she thought, her pussy tingling faintly, a mix of shame and naughty thrill. Monday’s here—facing his cuck eyes, the team’s stares. 

I need to own it, keep my power, but careful—no fuel for gossip after that scare. She chose a high-neck navy kurti, modest but fitted, hugging her breasts just enough to tease without screaming, leggings clinging to her hips, her ass swaying subtly. From the front, she was professional, pretty; from behind, her curves whispered temptation, the fabric concealing the love marks but hinting at her fire. This hides them—safe, but I’ll still make them burn, she thought, clit pulsing, panties dampening at the thought of their eyes—Ashok’s especially, knowing what he saw.

Her mother-in-law’s knowing smile greeted her at breakfast, eyes flicking to Nivi’s neck, a playful glint. “Looking rested, dear. Ready to shine at work?” Her voice was warm, teasing, implying the night’s heat—orgasms, submission, Raghavan’s role. Fuck, she sees my glow, knows I was fucked senseless without fucking, Nivi thought, a naughty grin tugging her lips. “Ready, Amma. Work’s... keeping me alive,” she replied, voice soft but sultry, ass shifting as she sat, pussy tingling at the memory of Raghavan’s tongue.

The older woman nodded, handing her a dosa, her tone serious but naughty. “Alive’s good—just careful, dear. Neighbors talk, and offices... they whisper. Keep that spark, but guard it.” Fuck, she’s warning me—gossip, Ashok; she knows more than she says, Nivi thought, pussy throbbing faintly. “I will,” she said, voice steady, mind racing: I’m bold, but cautious—tease, don’t touch, not yet.

The office hummed with its usual rhythm—keyboards clacking, coffee brewing—but the air shifted as Nivi walked in, her navy kurti hugging her breasts, nipples faintly teasing when she moved, her ass swaying just enough to catch eyes. Heads turned—Ashwin’s grin sharpening, Dinesh’s glasses slipping, Saritha and Lakshmi exchanging knowing looks. 

But Ashok lingered back, his cuck eyes wide, burning with the memory of her naked—tits bare, pussy dripping, ass curved in the villa’s light. Fuck, he’s staring—knows I’m the boss’s slut, saw me marked, she thought, pussy clenching, a thrill mixing with caution. He won’t talk—Raghavan’s got him—but his eyes... they’re hungry, helpless. I’ll tease, keep my power.

At the tea station, the gang swarmed, banter naughty but fun. Ashwin leaned close, eyes on her breasts, the kurti’s fit teasing. “Nivi, back to ruling us? That navy’s... subtle, but damn, still killing it.” His voice was playful, but his gaze lingered, hungry. He’s picturing my tits, ass, like always, she thought, clit pulsing, panties dampening.

Dinesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. “Subtle? You’re still trouble—sway’s got us tripping already.” His eyes flicked to her hips, her ass bouncing as she poured tea. Fuck, they’re craving me, even in this—power’s mine, she thought, a naughty spark igniting. “Just easing you boys in,” she purred, voice sultry, indirect, turning to show her back view, ass swaying subtly. “Don’t want you passing out.”

Ashok stood back, face flushed, eyes locked on her ass, his stare heavier now, loaded with Saturday’s image—her naked curves, pussy wet from orgasms. He’s jerking off to it in his mind, cuck burning, she thought, pussy throbbing, a wicked thrill: Let him—silent, helpless, knowing I’m Raghavan’s. 

She gave him a slow smile, teasing but careful, making his hands shake, cup trembling. Insights hit: My power’s in this—teasing without giving, owning his silence.

In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi pulled her close, their eyes gleaming. “Nivi, that kurti’s hiding something, isn’t it?” Saritha teased, voice naughty, implying the marks, the night. Lakshmi nodded, warm. “You’re glowing, girl—own this place, but careful, yeah?” Fuck, they sense it—Raghavan, the fire, maybe even marks, Nivi thought, pussy wet, sitting, crossing her legs, ass shifting. “Just being me,” she said, voice sultry, indirect. 

“Keeping it... controlled.” Their laughter bonded them, but the caution lingered—gossip’s a risk.

Ashok sat across, staring, his cuck eyes desperate, burning with her naked image. He’s picturing me fucked, pussy dripping, helpless to touch, she thought, clit aching, panties soaked. 

She leaned forward, kurti pulling tight, teasing her breasts subtly, making him flush deeper. Burn, Ashok—know I’m untouchable, she thought, insights deepening: My fire’s stronger, even careful.

Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, door clicking shut, the air thick with their shared secret. His eyes traced her—breasts, hips—dark and hungry, but restrained. “Nivi,” he said, voice low, a growl beneath. “You’re... radiant, even in this kurti. Hiding those marks?” His tone was naughty, implying Saturday—her squirting, his cum, love bites branding her.

She leaned on his desk, breasts pushing forward, ass shifting, voice sultry but careful. “Hiding, yeah—gotta be cautious after... you know.” Her eyes flicked to him, naughty spark. Fuck, he knows—my tits, neck, marked by his lips; pussy still sore from his tongue, she thought, clit throbbing, panties wetter. “Ashok?”

He nodded, leaning closer, eyes on her breasts, then her face. “Handled—puppet’s silent, terrified. No whispers. You’re safe to shine—ass swaying, tits teasing, like always.” His voice was reassuring, naughty, hand brushing her arm sensually, stopping short of more. Fuck, he’s protecting me, wanting me, but careful too, she thought, pussy leaking, insights clear: He’s my shield, my spark—keeping it non-physical, but the heat’s alive.

“Monday’s bold but careful,” she said, voice naughty, indirect. “Keeping the fire low—for now.” Her ass swayed as she left, his eyes burning on her back view. Fuck, he wants me—cock hard, but holding back, she thought, pussy throbbing, ready for Monday’s game, the chapter ending on her careful, fiery reign.

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Chapter 33: Marked Secrets


Tuesday morning pulsed with the office's familiar rhythm, but Nivi felt the weight of Saturday night's fire and Sunday's rest as she stepped in, her high-neck navy kurti hugging her breasts just enough to tease, leggings tight on her hips, ass swaying subtly with each step. The love marks on her neck and chest had faded fast—ice and time working magic—but faint shadows lingered, hidden under the fabric. 

Fuck, they're almost gone, but if someone spots them... kids' nails, yeah, that'll work, she thought, her pussy tingling faintly at the memory of Raghavan's lips sucking those spots, his tongue wrecking her to squirting. Tuesday’s here—facing his cuck eyes, the team’s stares. 

I need to own it, keep my power, but careful—no fuel for gossip after that scare. She chose a high-neck navy kurti, modest but fitted, hugging her breasts just enough to tease without screaming, leggings clinging to her hips, her ass swaying subtly. From the front, she was professional, pretty; from behind, her curves whispered temptation, the fabric concealing the love marks but hinting at her fire. This hides them—safe, but I’ll still make them burn, she thought, clit pulsing, panties dampening at the thought of their eyes—Ashok’s especially, knowing what he saw.

The office eyes snapped to her—Ashwin's grin sharpening, Dinesh fumbling his coffee, Saritha and Lakshmi exchanging knowing looks. Ashok lingered back, face flushed, his cuck stare heavier, burning with Saturday's image—her tits bare, ass curved, pussy wet from orgasms. Fuck, he's staring harder, knows I'm the boss's slut, she thought, a thrill mixing with caution, her pussy clenching, panties dampening. He won't talk—Raghavan's threat sealed it—but his eyes... helpless, hungry. I'll own it, make him burn quieter.

At the tea station, the gang swarmed, banter crackling. Ashwin leaned close, eyes on her neck—the high neck hiding most, but a faint mark peeked at the collar. "Nivi, that kurti's teasing us—subtle, but damn, your glow's not. What's that on your neck? Kids roughhousing?" His voice was playful, but his gaze lingered, curious.

Dinesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. "Yeah, looks like scratches—or something funner. Spill, queen—who's the lucky bastard? Can't be Anand; we know that story." His tone was light, teasing, but probing, eyes flicking to her hips, her ass shifting as she poured tea. Fuck, they spotted the marks—almost gone, but shit, she thought, pussy throbbing faintly, mind racing: Lie quick, keep it fun. "Kids' nails," she said, voice sultry, indirect, turning to show her back view, ass swaying. 

"Little monsters scratched me playing—nothing exciting." Her pussy leaked slightly, the lie naughty—fuck, if they knew Raghavan's lips sucked those, his tongue making me squirt...

Ashwin laughed, but his eyes narrowed, fun but skeptical. "Kids, huh? Sure—those look like passion scratches. Come on, Nivi—who's the guy? We know Anand's out; you're too hot for that drunk." The others chimed in, naughty jabs flying—"Lucky fucker getting those curves"—making her blush, pussy wetter. Fuck, they're pushing, wanting the truth, she thought, glancing at Ashok—he nodded subtly, supporting her lie, his cuck eyes burning but silent.

Ashok cleared his throat, voice shy but firm. "Probably kids—Nivi's always with them." He backed her, knowing the real story—Raghavan's tongue, her naked body—but puppet-loyal, deflecting. Fuck, he's covering for me—scared, but helpful, she thought, a naughty spark: His cuck fantasy fueled, protecting the slut he saw.

The gang laughed, but suspicion lingered—"We'll find out, queen"—fun but probing, their eyes on her ass, breasts, the faint mark. Serious undertone hit: Gossip could spread; careful, or it bites.

Later, without Nivi, the boys gossiped in the break room—Ashwin leaning in. "Those marks? Definitely not kids—passion bites. Who's banging Nivi? Can't be Anand; guy's a mess." Dinesh nodded. "Boss? They've been close—temple trips, her glow. Daddy vibes real."

Ashok shifted, voice steady but tense. "Nah, I was with them weekends—critical files, overtime. Nothing like that." He lied smooth, puppet protecting, but serious inside: Can't let them know—her naked, pussy wet; my fantasy, but boss's threat real.
The boss got busy as usual, calls and meetings, but Nivi felt his eyes—charged, naughty, implying Saturday's fire. Fuck, he wants me, but careful now, she thought, pussy throbbing.

That night, she thanked Ashok via chat: "Thanks for covering—means a lot." He replied quick: "Secret safe—sorry again." Fuck, he's loyal, but his eyes tomorrow... burn, she thought, the chapter ending on her prepping for Wednesday, fire serious but bold.

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Chapter 34: Tethers of Control


Wednesday morning hummed with the office’s familiar rhythm, but Nivi carried a sharpened edge, her confidence honed by the weekend’s fire and Tuesday’s careful navigation. She stepped in wearing a high-neck emerald kurti, fitted to trace her breasts’ curves subtly, leggings hugging her hips, ass swaying just enough to catch eyes.

The love marks on her neck and chest, now faint whispers from ice and time, hid under the fabric, but her body buzzed with the thrill of her power. Fuck, Tuesday was tight—Ashok’s cuck stare, the gang’s gossip—but I owned it, she thought, a spark of heat in her core. Today, I keep the fire low, tease without breaking, control their hunger—especially Ashok’s, knowing what he saw. Her mind raced, bold but cautious: Mohan’s been eyeing me too—new player, hungry. I’ll play careful, make them all burn.

The office stirred as she entered, heads turning—Ashwin’s grin sharp, Dinesh’s glasses glinting, Saritha and Lakshmi’s looks warm with knowing. Ashok lingered back, his cuck stare heavy, face flushed, eyes tracing her ass with a silent burn that spoke of Saturday’s shock. Fuck, he’s still seeing me naked—tits, ass, curves glowing—but he’s silent, puppet-scared, she thought, a naughty thrill curling her lips. I’ll own his stare, keep him leashed without a word.

At the tea station, the gang swarmed, banter crackling, but Mohan—lanky, sly, with a bolder edge than before—stepped closer, his eyes raking her breasts, hips, ass. “Nivi, this kurti’s a killer—hugs you perfect, like you’re daring us,” he said, voice low, playful but probing, leaning in as she poured tea, his arm brushing hers lightly. Fuck, Mohan’s pushing—eyes on my tits, wanting a piece, she thought, her body warming, ass shifting to tease subtly, careful not to give too much. 

“Just keeping it clean,” she purred, voice sultry but indirect, turning to show her back view, ass swaying gently. Let him chase, but I’m in control—Raghavan’s shadow looms, she thought, a naughty spark: My power’s in their hunger, not their touch.

Ashwin grinned, joining in. “Clean? You’re trouble, queen—sway’s got us weak.” But Mohan pressed closer, voice naughty. “Clean’s still hot—bet there’s more under that high neck. Kids’ nails again?” His eyes lingered on her collar, a faint mark peeking, echoing yesterday’s gossip. 

Fuck, he’s digging—senses it’s not Anand, she thought, her body tingling, mind racing: Lie smooth, keep it fun. “Kids, yeah—little terrors scratching,” she said, voice teasing, leaning forward, breasts pressing the kurti subtly. Ashok nodded silently, supporting her lie, his cuck eyes burning but quiet. Fuck, he’s covering—knows it’s Raghavan’s marks, loyal puppet, she thought, a naughty edge: His silence is my leash on him.

At lunch, the gang crowded the table, but Mohan pulled a chair close, his knee brushing hers under the table, deliberate and bold. “Nivi, you’re glowing again—new spark in you. Someone special?” he teased, voice low, naughty, eyes lingering on her lips, then her breasts. Fuck, he’s relentless—knee on mine, fishing for my fire, she thought, her body warming, thighs pressing together to stay careful. “Just work, Mohan—keeps me alive,” she said, voice sultry, teasing back, leaning forward to flash a hint of cleavage, controlled but daring. 

“No one special—just me.” Saritha laughed, “Own it, girl,” but Mohan’s eyes stayed hungry, hand grazing her arm as he passed a plate. He’s trying to claim me—cock probably hard, she thought, a naughty thrill: Let him want, but I’m untouchable, Raghavan’s queen.

After work, Mohan lingered by her desk, offering “help” with a stack of files, his voice casual but eyes intense. “Nivi, big report due—want me to sort these with you? Can walk you to the bus stop after,” he said, standing close, his hand brushing her lower back as they sorted papers, a bold move. Fuck, he’s pushing hard—touching me, wanting a shot, she thought, her body tingling, ass shifting to tease subtly, stepping away to keep distance. 

“Thanks, Mohan, but I’ve got it,” she purred, voice naughty but firm, turning to let her ass sway as she walked off, files in hand. No touching, just teasing—my power’s in control, she thought, her core sparking, a faint heat building but restrained.
That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi curled up in her loose nighty, hiding her curves, the faint love marks now barely visible. Her mind drifted to Ashok—his cuck eyes, his silence, his messages promising secrecy. Fuck, he saw me naked—tits, ass, curves glowing—jerking off to it, burning for what he’ll never have, she thought, a naughty idea blooming: Play the mistress, leash him subtle, probe his cuck kink without giving him my filth—he’s not worthy. She grabbed her phone, heart racing, texting him, voice cool but commanding in her mind: “Ashok, awake? Thanks for keeping quiet—you saw me, didn’t you? Glowing, bold... bet it’s stuck in your head.”

His reply came fast, shaky. “Nivi... yeah, sorry again. Won’t tell anyone—promise. You were... incredible.” Fuck, he’s hooked—cuck’s trembling, fantasy alive, she thought, her body warming, typing with mistress-like control: “Good. You saw what you shouldn’t—keep it locked, Ashok. Just watch, nothing more.” Her words were subtle, implying his role—silent voyeur, burning for her power—without dirty details.

He texted back, voice meek: “I will—secret’s safe. Just... watching’s enough.” Fuck, he’s submitting—cuck role locked, loving I’m out of reach, she thought, a thrill running through her, ending the chat with a final command: “Stay quiet, good boy.” The chapter closed on her mistressy triumph, Ashok’s cuck tendencies leashed, her power burning

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Chapter 35: Absence and Advances


The office days blurred into a rhythm of routine and restrained fire, Nivi’s presence a constant spark that kept the air charged. Her kurtis traced her breasts’ curves just enough to tease, leggings clinging to her hips, ass swaying with a subtle power that turned heads. But Raghavan’s absence was a quiet ache—his visits rare, fleeting moments in meetings or hallways, a quick nod, a whispered “soon,” his eyes burning with their shared secrets but no time to linger. 

Fuck, I miss him—his stare eating my curves, his voice low and commanding, she thought, her body warming as she sat at her desk, thighs brushing together. Those brief glances—his hand grazing mine, promising more—they’re torture, leaving me hungry. When’s our next moment? The uncertainty fueled a naughty edge: He owns my fire, but this wait... it’s pushing my heat outward, testing my control.

In Raghavan’s absence, Mohan grew bolder, his lanky frame and sly charm filling the gaps, his advances testing her restraint. During a mid-morning break, he sidled up at the tea station, closer than needed, his shoulder brushing hers as he reached for a cup. “Nivi, you make these breaks worth showing up for,” he said, voice low, playful but hungry, eyes lingering on her breasts, the kurti’s fabric hinting at her shape. Fuck, he’s forward—eyeing my tits, craving a taste, she thought, her body heating, ass shifting as she poured tea, a subtle tease. 

Raghavan’s my anchor, but his absence... Mohan’s spark stirs my fire. “Just tea, Mohan,” she purred, voice sultry, indirect, turning to let her hip brush his lightly, careful but daring. I’m allowing it—no lines crossed, just feeding the heat.

He grinned, leaning closer, breath warm on her ear. “Tea’s not what’s hot—it’s that sway, those curves. Got us all hooked.” His tone was naughty, eyes flicking to her ass as she turned, leggings accentuating every move. Fuck, he’s bold—cock probably hard, thinking he’s got a shot, she thought, a thrill sparking, thighs pressing together to stay controlled. 

“Hooked? Tough it out,” she teased, voice light but teasing, stepping back to keep distance, her ass swaying just enough to fuel his hunger. Raghavan owns me, but this game... it’s too hot to stop.

Lunch brought another advance, Mohan claiming the seat beside her, his knee pressing hers under the table, a deliberate move that lingered. “Nivi, you’re stealing the show—glow’s brighter every day,” he said, voice low, naughty, eyes tracing her lips, then her hips. 

The gang laughed—Ashwin’s “Queen’s ruling!” and Dinesh’s “We’re doomed!”—but Mohan’s hand grazed her thigh as he passed a plate, bold and testing. Fuck, he’s pushing—knee on mine, hand too close, she thought, her body warming, a faint heat blooming. Raghavan’s absence makes this tempting, but I’m his—flirt, don’t fall. “Glow’s just work,” she replied, voice sultry, leaning forward to flash a hint of cleavage, careful but playful. 

“Think you can keep up?” The table roared, but Mohan’s eyes stayed hungry, his fingers lingering on her arm. He’s chasing hard—thinks he’s closing in, she thought, a naughty edge: Let him burn, but I’m untouchable.

After hours, Mohan lingered by her desk, offering “help” with a stack of reports, his voice casual but eyes intense. “Nivi, big deadline—let me sort these with you. Coffee after, keep talking?” he said, standing close, his hand brushing her lower back, a bold press that sent a shiver through her. 

Fuck, he’s claiming—hand on me, wanting more time, she thought, her body tingling, ass shifting to ease his touch away gently. Raghavan’s hold keeps me steady, but Mohan’s push... my fire’s answering, can’t help it. “Coffee’s tempting, but I’ve got this,” she purred, voice naughty but firm, stepping forward, her ass swaying as she moved to the cabinet, a controlled tease. No crossing—flirt only, keep the power, she thought, the heat building but restrained.

The gang’s eyes followed her—Ashwin’s grin, Dinesh’s sly glance, Ashok’s cuck stare heavier, burning with his secret knowledge of her curves. Fuck, Ashok’s still silent—puppet-leashed, but his eyes scream he’s burning for me, she thought, a naughty thrill: My control over him, over them all, it’s heady. Saritha and Lakshmi caught her at the copier, their smiles knowing. 

“Nivi, Mohan’s circling like a hawk,” Saritha teased, voice playful. Lakshmi nodded, “He’s smitten, but you’re running this show.” Fuck, they see it—Mohan’s chase, my fire, she thought, smiling sultry. “Just playing the game,” she said, voice light, ass swaying as she walked off, their laughter bonding but warning: Careful, gossip’s close.

Raghavan’s fleeting presence came late, a brief meeting where his eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry, a whispered “You’re bold” as he passed, his hand brushing her arm, electric but gone too fast. Fuck, his touch—brief, leaving me aching for more, she thought, her body warming, craving his deeper claim. When’s our next spark? The uncertainty fueled her fire, letting Mohan’s advances play without burning over.

That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi curled up in her loose nighty, her mind swirling with Mohan’s touches—his hand on her back, eyes eating her curves. Fuck, he’s relentless—Raghavan’s away, and my fire’s dancing with it, she thought, a naughty warmth spreading. But Ashok’s cuck stare lingered too—silent, burning, leashed by her command. He’s not worth my filth, but controlling him... fuck, it’s power

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Chapter 36: Slipping Flames

The office weeks blended into a haze of charged glances and whispered temptations, Nivi's presence a flame that drew the team like moths, her kurtis tracing her breasts' curves just enough to tease, leggings hugging her hips, ass swaying with a power that turned heads. Raghavan's absence stretched longer, his rare calls brief—voice low, promising "soon," but no visits, leaving her aching for his commanding touch. 

Fuck, he's gone too long—his eyes on my tits, his growls owning me, she thought, her body heating as she worked, thighs brushing together. Without him, my fire's wild, uncontrolled—Mohan's advances hitting harder, testing me. The uncertainty fueled a naughty edge: He owns my submission, but this void... it's letting the flames slip, making me stumble.

Mohan's pursuit escalated, hints of his activity weaving through the days—a "helpful" hand on her lower back during a file handoff, his breath warm as he leaned in. "Nivi, you make these reports exciting," he'd say, voice low, playful but hungry, eyes lingering on her ass as she walked away. 

Fuck, he's relentless—brushing me, staring like he wants to claim, she thought, her body sparking, ass shifting to tease despite herself. Raghavan's not here to anchor me—my fire's responding, slipping a little.

Another hint came in a late meeting, Mohan claiming the seat beside her, knee pressing hers under the table, his hand grazing her thigh as he passed a pen. "You got this, Nivi—your ideas are fire," he'd tease, voice naughty, eyes on her lips. 


The gang didn't notice, but she did—his touch lingering, bold. Fuck, he's pushing—thigh graze, implying more, she thought, her body warming, thighs not pulling away fast enough. Without Raghavan, I stumble—allowing too much, my fire wild.

One evening, Mohan offered a ride home after overtime, his car close, hand on her arm as he opened the door. "Nivi, bus is late—let me drop you; we can talk," he said, voice casual but eyes intense. Fuck, he's close—arm touch, wanting time alone, she thought, her body tingling, ass brushing his as she got in, a slip she didn't correct. Raghavan's absence aches—Mohan's flame tempts, and I'm stumbling, letting it burn closer.

Nivi tried to control it—teasing back subtle, voice sultry but firm— but slips happened, her fire wild without Raghavan's hold. Fuck, he's not here, and Mohan's advances... I'm allowing more, stumbling into the heat, she thought, a naughty guilt mixing with thrill. The chapter closed on her restless night, flames slipping, Raghavan's return a distant promise.


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Chapter 37: Golden Tethers


The office days stretched with a mix of routine and simmering tension, Nivi's presence a constant draw, her kurtis hugging her breasts just enough to tease, leggings clinging to her hips, ass swaying with a subtle power that turned heads. Raghavan's absence lingered like a shadow, his brief calls—voice low, promising "soon"—leaving her body warm but unsatisfied. Fuck, his hold's strong even gone, she thought, thighs brushing as she worked. But Mohan's requests grew constant, his sly charm chipping at her resolve. 

"Nivi, let me drop you—roads are dark," he'd say after overtime, eyes on her ass, voice casual but insistent.

At first, she resisted—careful, Raghavan's ownership anchoring her. But the days wore on, and she stumbled, accepting with conditions. 

"Fine, but not near home—neighbors talk," she said one evening, voice firm but teasing, ass swaying as she walked to his car. Fuck, allowing this—his eyes hungry, but I control the limits, she thought, her body tingling, thighs pressing together in the passenger seat.

The drops started silent, generic—work chat, weather, nothing deep. Mohan drove steady, eyes flicking to her thighs, her breasts, but keeping hands on the wheel. 

"Good day?" he'd ask, voice low, playful. "Always," she'd purr, voice sultry, indirect, turning to let her hip shift, a subtle tease. Fuck, this silence—building something, but safe, she thought, her body warming, ass shifting on the seat. Raghavan's mine, but Mohan's company... fills the gap, sparks my fire without burning.

Few drops passed like that—quiet talks, his glances bolder, her responses teasing but guarded. Then one evening, he stopped at a shop, "Quick delivery," he said, returning with a small box, handing it to her. 

"Open at home—alone." His voice was naughty, eyes on her lips, then her hips. Fuck, a gift? Excited... scared, she thought, clutching the box, pussy tingling faintly. What's inside? Mohan's move, but Raghavan's hold... I shouldn't, but curiosity's hot.

That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi opened the box, heart racing. Inside—a gold thin anklet, the exact model she'd eyed online, saving slow after debts, dreaming of it on her ankle, accentuating her legs. Fuck, how did he know? Perfect, delicate—gold on my "thundery" thighs, she thought, a naughty thrill mixing with fear. Mohan found out somehow—overheard? Sneaked a look? It's bold, claiming, but... flattering. 

Her body warmed, ass shifting as she imagined wearing it, teasing eyes.

Next day, she didn't wear it, but cornered Mohan in private during "help" with files, his eyes on her legs. "The anklet—how'd you know?" she asked, voice soft but probing, leaning close, breasts pressing her kurti subtly.

He grinned, voice low, naughty. "Overheard you mentioning it—saving for it. Your legs... gorgeous, holding those thundery thighs, deserve gold." His eyes traced her thighs, ass, implying more. Fuck, he overheard—sneaky, but hot, she thought, her body tingling, ass shifting. "Thanks, Mohan—it's... thoughtful," she said, voice teasing, indirect, a subtle approval that lit his eyes.

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Chapter 38: Forbidden Stops

The office weeks wove a tapestry of routine and simmering tension, Nivi’s presence a constant magnet, her outfits teasing just enough to keep the air electric—subtle curves under kurtis, hips swaying in leggings, a power that drew eyes without shouting. 
Raghavan’s absence was a persistent ache, his rare calls—voice low, a husky “soon”—stoking her fire but leaving her unsatisfied, the uncertainty sharpening her edge. Fuck, he’s gone too long—his eyes, his commanding growl, they own me, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as she worked. Mohan’s nightly drops had become a ritual, his car a quiet space of controlled flirtation—generic chats, his glances hungry, her responses measured, always dropped blocks from home to dodge neighbors’ whispers. It’s naughty but safe—Mohan’s spark fills the gap, but Raghavan’s hold keeps me tethered, she thought, her body warming during those rides, ass shifting subtly on the seat, a tease she couldn’t fully resist.

One evening, as Mohan drove her after a long day sorting files, the conversation turned flirty, his voice low and warm. “Nivi, you’re trouble—you know that? Lighting up the office, making it hard to focus,” he said, eyes flicking to her lips, then her thighs, a playful glint sparking. His hand rested on the gear shift, fingers brushing close to her knee, not touching but close enough to send a shiver.

She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Trouble? Mohan, I’m just doing my job. If you’re distracted, that’s on you.” Her body tingled, the banter igniting a naughty warmth, but she kept it light, leaning back to let her shoulder angle toward him, a subtle invitation. Fuck, he’s pushing—his eyes eating me, craving more, she thought, her mind dancing with caution and thrill. I’m Raghavan’s, but this game... it’s hot, testing my control.

He grinned, leaning slightly closer, the car’s hum a soft backdrop. “Your job? Nah, it’s that laugh, that sway—got me tangled up, Nivi. What’s the secret behind that glow?” His tone was teasing, naughty, his hand inching the gear shift, brushing her knee lightly, a bold move that sparked her skin.

Fuck, he’s bold—touching close, fishing for my fire, she thought, her body heating, ass shifting to ease away but not too far. “Secret? Just living, Mohan—finding my spark. Think you can handle it?” Her voice was playful, a naughty edge, eyes meeting his with a challenge, keeping the line firm but tempting. Raghavan’s absence makes this dangerous—my fire’s slipping, wanting to play.

The drops continued over days, each ride laced with flirty exchanges, Mohan’s compliments growing bolder. “You’re killing it, Nivi—those outfits, that confidence,” he’d say, eyes lingering on her curves as she stepped out, a naughty grin. “Confidence? You’re sweet,” she’d tease, voice low, turning to let her hip shift, a controlled brush against the door. Fuck, his words—stoking my heat, making me stumble, she thought, her body responding, thighs pressing together to stay grounded. I’m Raghavan’s, but Mohan’s chase... it’s pulling me in, just a little.

One evening, as they drove, Mohan’s eyes flicked to her ankles, voice casual but probing. “Nivi, that anklet I gave you—why not wearing it? Thought it’d look stunning on those legs.” His tone was light, but his gaze was hungry, tracing her calves, implying more.

Her heart skipped, the gold anklet’s memory flashing—delicate, the exact one she’d been saving for, a claim she hadn’t worn. Fuck, he’s noticing—wants it on me, a mark of his, she thought, a naughty thrill mixing with caution. 

“Kept it for a special occasion,” she said, voice teasing, indirect, leaning forward slightly, letting her kurti pull taut across her breasts. “Gold like that needs the right moment.” Her body warmed, the idea of it on her ankle—his gift, a subtle tie—sparking heat.

Mohan nodded, smile widening, eyes dark with intent. “Fair—special’s right. Bring it tomorrow, yeah? Not to wear, just keep it in your bag. Might find that moment.” His voice was playful, but the naughty edge was clear, his hand brushing the gear shift near her thigh. Fuck, he’s planning—wants to see it on me, claim a piece, she thought, her body tingling, mind racing. Special occasion with him? Raghavan’s shadow looms, but this... it’s tempting, dangerous. “Maybe,” she purred, voice sultry, indirect, a subtle nod that lit his eyes with hope.

The next day, she tucked the anklet in her bag, curiosity burning, her body alive with the thrill of his boldness. After work, Mohan drove, the conversation flirty as always. “Got the anklet?” he asked, voice low, eyes flicking to her bag as they pulled away from the office. “Thought it’d suit you—those legs deserve gold.”

She smiled, voice teasing. “Brought it—special enough for you?” Her body warmed, the game pushing her fire, thighs shifting as she leaned toward him. Fuck, he’s relentless—wants to mark me, she thought, her mind torn between caution and the naughty pull of his attention.

Instead of heading to her usual drop, Mohan veered off, stopping in a secluded spot—trees shading the car, city lights faint, only the car’s headlights casting a dim glow. 

“Let’s see it,” he said, stepping out, opening her door with a grin, his eyes intense. She got out, heart racing, handing him the box, her body tingling as he knelt, lifting her foot gently, his fingers warm on her ankle as he slipped the gold anklet on, its delicate chain glinting against her skin. Fuck, his touch—bold, claiming, on my leg, she thought, shivering as his fingers lingered, tracing her calf subtly, sending heat through her core.

He looked up, eyes dark, and planted a gentle kiss on her calf, lips soft and warm, making her body shudder, a naughty thrill spiking. “Perfect,” he murmured, voice low, naughty, standing slowly, his body closer now, the air thick. 

“Your legs... they’re made for this, Nivi—gorgeous, demanding attention.” His words were flirty, eyes locked on hers, implying more.

Fuck, that kiss—his lips on my leg, shivering me, she thought, her body alive, ass shifting as she stood by the car. “You’re bold, Mohan,” she teased, voice sultry, stepping back, but the thrill pulled her in. 

He stepped closer, eyes burning, and leaned in, lips brushing hers in a sudden kiss, soft at first, then deeper, his body pressing her against the car door, hands on her waist, her breasts grazing his chest in the dim light of the car’s glow.

Her body responded, tingling, lips parting under his, tongues brushing briefly, the heat wild. Fuck, his kiss—hungry, claiming, so fucking hot, she thought, but Raghavan’s shadow flashed—his hold, his fire, anchoring her. She stopped him, hand on his chest, pulling back, voice firm but breathy. 

“Mohan, I’m... not free.” Her words were indirect, implying a tie without naming Raghavan, her body still warm from the kiss.
He paused, eyes wide but not shocked, a knowing grin spreading. 

“Not free? I suspected—someone’s got your glow, your fire. I’m okay with that, Nivi—doesn’t dim how much I want you.” His voice was serious, naughty edge lingering, hand squeezing her waist gently, not pushing further but holding the tension. “Just... needed a taste.”

Fuck, he guesses—senses someone, maybe the boss, but doesn’t care? she thought, her body buzzing, the thrill of his acceptance pulling her in. “It’s complicated,” she said, voice sultry, indirect, stepping back to the car door, her ass brushing the handle. “Can’t go there.” Her mind raced: His kiss burned, but Raghavan... he’s my anchor, my fire.

Mohan nodded, eyes still hungry. “Complicated’s fine—your spark’s too much to ignore. Just a taste, yeah?” His voice was low, pleading, hand lingering on her arm, the anklet glinting on her ankle in the car’s light.

The tension surged, her fire wild without Raghavan’s presence. Fuck, his kiss, his touch on my leg—it’s tempting, pulling me, she thought, her body leaning in despite herself. She allowed it—one more kiss, slow and deep, tongues brushing, his hands on her waist, her breasts pressing his chest, ass against the car door, the secluded darkness amplifying the heat. Fuck, so hot—his mouth hungry, claiming, but not Raghavan’s, she thought, pulling back after a moment, voice breathy. “Enough—take me home, quick.”

He nodded, no argument, starting the car, the kiss lingering in the air, the anklet a quiet claim on her ankle. At her drop spot, blocks from home, she stepped out, heart pounding, mind racing: Fuck, I let him kiss me—twice, leg, lips, anklet on—Raghavan’s away, and I slipped, gave in to the fire. 

I’m his, but Mohan’s pull... it’s strong. She hid the anklet in her bag, her body still buzzing, the thrill and guilt mixing.

That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi called Raghavan, voice soft, confessing. “Sir... Mohan kissed me tonight. I stopped it, but I let it happen—sorry, it felt wrong.” Her heart raced, the anklet’s weight in her bag heavy, her body warm from the memory of Mohan’s lips, his kiss on her leg.

Raghavan’s voice was calm, serious, a low rumble through the phone. “Nivi, you’re free—do what you want. I’m okay with it. I’m away for a month or so—business trips piling up. Explore, but be safe. You’re your own woman.” His words were steady, no anger, but a hint of distance that stung.

Fuck, free? Mohan’s kiss, his touch—hot, but Raghavan’s hold... it’s my anchor, she thought, her body conflicted, the thrill of freedom clashing with loyalty. His absence for a month—fuck, my fire’s wild, slipping with Mohan. What now? 

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Chapter 39: Secluded Flames


The office day dragged with a mix of routine and simmering tension, Nivi's presence a constant magnet, her outfits teasing just enough to keep the air electric. Raghavan's absence was a persistent ache, his brief calls leaving her warm but unsatisfied, the uncertainty sharpening her edge. 

Mohan's drops had become a ritual, his car a quiet space of controlled flirtation—chats growing bolder, his glances hungry, her responses measured. But yesterday's stop—the anklet on her ankle, his kiss on her calf sending shivers, the deep lip lock pushing her against the car door—lingered in her mind like a spark. Fuck, that kiss was hot—his mouth claiming, but I stopped it, kept control, she thought as she worked, thighs brushing together. 

Mohan's bold, but Raghavan's my anchor... or is he? His freedom words echo—explore, be free. The thrill pulled her, her body warming at the memory of Mohan's lips, his hand on her waist.

After work, Mohan waited by his car, smile wide as she approached. "Ready for the ride, Nivi?" he asked, voice low, eyes tracing her hips, the anklet hidden in her bag, a secret tie.

She nodded, voice sultry, indirect. "Yeah—let's make it interesting." As they drove, the conversation flirty as always, she felt the pull—yesterday's heat unfinished. Fuck, take me there again—see what happens, she thought, her body heating, ass shifting on the seat. "Mohan... stop at the same place as yesterday," she said, voice soft but bold, eyes meeting his with a naughty glint.

He grinned, turning off the main road to the secluded spot—trees shading, city distant, only the car's lights casting a dim glow. "Your wish," he said, stopping the engine, stepping out, opening her door with a playful bow. Fuck, he's eager—knows what might happen, she thought, her body tingling as she got out, the air cool against her skin.

Outside, the tension crackled, and Nivi felt her fire surge—Raghavan's words echoing freedom, Mohan's eyes hungry. Fuck, I want this—his kiss, his touch, she thought, jumping on him suddenly, legs wrapping his waist, lips crashing to his in a deep, hungry kiss. 

He staggered back against the car door, pushing her against it with a groan, his hands on her ass, squeezing hard, tongues brushing wildly. Fuck, his mouth—hot, claiming, pushing me to the door, she thought, her breasts pressing his chest, ass grinding his hardness, thighs gripping tight. 

His touches were bold—hands sliding under her kurti, fingers tracing her waist, then higher, grazing her breasts, nipples hardening under his thumbs.

The kiss lasted, deep and intense, Mohan's cock hard against her core, grinding, his breath ragged. Fuck, he's losing it—cock throbbing, hands on my ass, tits, she thought, her body on fire, ass shifting to grind harder, the friction making him groan into her mouth. Suddenly, he tensed, body shuddering, a wet warmth spreading in his pants—cumming just from the kiss, her body pressed, his hands squeezing her ass in release.

She broke the kiss, breathy, eyes widening as she felt the wet patch against her thigh. 

"Mohan... did you just...?" she teased, voice sultry, naughty, a laugh bubbling, her body still warm from the heat.

He flushed, breathing heavy, but grinned. "Fuck, Nivi—you're too much. That kiss... your body against me.

" His voice was low, embarrassed but playful, eyes still hungry on her curves.

She slid down, voice teasing, indirect. "Came in your pants? From a kiss? Naughty boy—couldn't handle the heat." 

Her tone was fun, but naughty, pushing him with a wink, her body buzzing as they got back in the car. Fuck, I made him cum without touching—my power's wild, she thought, laughing as she teased him the whole drive. 

"Wet patch, Mohan? Hope it's dry by tomorrow—gang'll notice." He laughed, flushed, but the teasing lingered, serious under the fun: He's hooked, but I control it.

At her drop spot, she left, mind racing—fuck, that kiss, his cum from my body... hot, but Raghavan's words—free to explore. Home, she curled up, on her conflicted thrill, Mohan's claim growing, Raghavan's absence a wide door.


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The office days blended into a haze of routine and simmering tension, Nivi’s presence a constant spark that kept the air electric, her outfits teasing just enough to draw eyes without shouting. 

Raghavan’s absence was a quiet void, his brief calls—voice low, promising “soon”—leaving her body warm but restless, the uncertainty stoking her fire. Fuck, his hold’s distant, making me crave, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as she worked. 

Mohan’s drops had become a ritual, his car a space for flirty banter, but his recent workload—meetings and reports piling up from Raghavan’s absence—disrupted the routine. He’d missed dropping her the past few evenings, rushing out apologies.

 “Nivi, sorry—swamped with calls. Tomorrow?” he’d say, voice strained, eyes lingering on her hips as he hurried off.


She took the bus those days, the crowded ride a stark contrast to Mohan’s car—strangers’ glances, no playful exchanges. Fuck, the bus is dull—miss his hungry eyes, our naughty game, she thought, her body tingling as she swayed with the vehicle’s motion. 

In between office moments, she’d mock him subtly, keeping their secret alive—a quiet text during a break: “Pants dry today, busy boy?” His replies were quick, embarrassed but playful: “Haha, saving it for you.” The teasing kept the spark burning, even as his workload pulled him away. 

Fuck, mocking him’s fun—reminds me of my power, making him cum from just a kiss, she thought, a naughty thrill curling her lips.

One evening, as Nivi packed her files, Dinesh and Ashok approached her desk, Mohan still buried in a meeting. Dinesh leaned in, glasses glinting, voice teasing. 

“Nivi, Mohan’s hogging drop duty, but he’s missing it now. Why not us? Bikes cut through traffic—fast, close.” His eyes flicked to her curves, a naughty glint implying the press of bodies.

Ashok nodded, his cuck stare subtle but burning, voice shy but eager. “Yeah, fair’s fair. We’re here—bikes are quicker than his car.” His gaze lingered, silent heat from their shared secret, but he stayed careful, no hint of it.

Nivi laughed, voice sultry, indirect, leaning forward, her kurti pulling taut subtly. “What’s this—both of you ganging up? No one-on-one, just sharing the ride?” Her tone was playful, naughty, eyes dancing between them. 

Fuck, they’re jealous—wanting me pressed against them, bikes vibrating, she thought, her body warming, a thrill sparking.

 “You two share everything like this? Rides, secrets... more?” Her words teased, implying heat without giving, her ass shifting as she stood, keeping it light but charged.

Dinesh grinned, stepping closer. “Sharing? If it means dropping you, hell yeah. Bike’s tight—wind, curves, you’d feel it.” His voice was naughty, eyes on her lips, hinting at closeness, her body against his.

Ashok shifted, voice softer. “Team effort, Nivi—don’t let Mohan have all the fun.” 

His cuck eyes burned, but he played along, no push beyond the tease. 

Fuck, they’re pushing—Dinesh bold, Ashok burning silent, she thought, her body alive with the game. “Careful, boys—bikes mean close quarters. 

Think you can handle it without swerving?” she teased, voice low, turning to grab her bag, her hips swaying subtly. 

The conversation danced, playful but indirect, laughter filling the air—Dinesh’s “We’d share the crash too!” and Ashok’s “Fair’s fair!”—but the heat lingered. 

“Maybe next time—play for it,” she said, winking, leaving them buzzing.

Mohan caught up that evening, free from his workload, his car waiting. “Missed you—back to our rides,” he said, voice low, eyes hungry as she slid in. 

The drive started with their usual flirty banter, Nivi’s mockery slipping in. “Not too busy to keep your pants dry, huh?” she teased, voice sultry, a naughty grin. Fuck, teasing him’s power—his cum from my kiss, my control, she thought, her body warming, ass shifting on the seat.

He laughed, flushed, but his eyes sparked. 

“Oh, you’re playing dirty, Nivi. Think you’re the only one with control? Bet you can’t last a 20-minute nonstop kiss without breaking.” His voice was naughty, challenging, leaning closer at a stoplight. 

“What’s your wager if you lose?”

Her heart raced, the thrill surging. Fuck, a challenge—20 minutes, his lips on mine, she thought, body heating, a bold streak flaring. 

“Confident, huh? If I lose, you get... 20 minutes of my mouth, tomorrow—blowjob, same spot.” Her voice was sultry, daring, eyes locked on his. “But rules—no direct contact, no rubbing your cock with my body. Hands can wander, though.” Fuck, betting my mouth—naughty, dangerous, but I’ll win, she thought, her body buzzing with the stakes.


He grinned, nodding. “Deal—20 minutes, same spot, hands free to roam. Let’s see who breaks.” His tone was playful, but his eyes burned, hungry for the win.

They stopped at the secluded spot—trees shading, city distant, only the car’s lights casting a dim glow. 

Mohan stepped out, opening her door, and Nivi jumped on him, legs wrapping his waist, lips crashing to his in a deep, hungry kiss. Fuck, his mouth—hot, wild, pushing me to the car door, she thought, breasts pressing his chest, ass against the metal, tongues brushing fiercely. 

His hands roamed bold—squeezing her ass, sliding under her kurti, fingers tracing her waist, grazing her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples to hardness. She fought to win, using every trick—deepening the kiss, sucking his tongue, nipping his lip, hands pulling his hair, ass shifting to tease without breaking rules.

The kiss stretched, intense, her body on fire, Mohan’s cock hard against her thigh but not rubbing, his groans muffled. Fuck, he’s holding—hands on my tits, ass, but no direct contact, she thought, trying harder, lips fierce, tongue swirling, but time ticked. Her body burned, wanting to break, but she pushed—moaning into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders. At 20 minutes, Mohan pulled back, grinning, voice breathy. 

“Time’s up—you didn’t break, but neither did I. You lose, Nivi.”

Fuck, I lost—20 minutes of my mouth tomorrow, she thought, her body buzzing, a mix of thrill and defeat. 

“Fair’s fair,” she purred, voice sultry, stepping back, ass swaying as she got in the car. 

“Tomorrow, then.” The chapter closed on her conflicted heat, Mohan’s victory a new claim, the bet’s promise looming.

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Chapter 40: Mouth on Fire - Part 1


The office day pulsed with an undercurrent of tension, Nivi’s presence a constant draw, her confidence a flame that kept the air charged. The bet from the previous night’s secluded kiss—Mohan’s victory, her promise of a 20-minute blowjob—hung like a naughty secret, her body buzzing as she moved through tasks. 

Fuck, I lost—my mouth’s his tonight, 20 minutes, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as a thrill surged. His challenge got me—those lips, hands, pushing me to slip. Now he’s got this hold, and I’m... excited? Her mind raced, a mix of caution and fire: Raghavan’s away, his words of freedom echoing—explore, be safe. This is wild, dangerous, my power leading me into the heat.

Mohan was everywhere, his sly charm weaving through the day with subtle teases that stoked her anticipation. At the morning tea break, he sidled up, pouring her a cup, his voice low and playful. 

“Nivi, better keep that mouth rested—big challenge tonight, gotta bring your A-game.” His eyes glinted with a naughty edge, flicking to her lips, a smirk curling as he leaned closer, his arm brushing hers lightly.

She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “A-game? Mohan, you sure you can handle it? Last time, you... didn’t last.” Her tone teased, referencing his quick finish, her eyes meeting his with a bold challenge. 

Fuck, pushing back feels good—keeping my control, she thought, her body warming, a subtle sway in her hips as she turned to grab sugar. This game’s mine, even if I’m paying up.

He grinned, stepping closer, voice dropping to a whisper. 

“Handle it? Oh, I’m ready—those lips of yours are gonna work hard. Practiced for me?” His words were naughty, laced with the bet’s promise, his fingers lingering on her wrist as he handed her the cup. 

The gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, Saritha—laughed at their banter, clueless about the stakes, but Ashok’s cuck stare burned from the corner, silent and heavy. Fuck, Ashok’s watching—Mohan’s tease, my fire, he senses something, she thought, her body tingling, keeping it light but daring.

At lunch, Mohan claimed the seat beside her, his knee brushing hers under the table, a deliberate spark. “Nivi, eating light? Need energy for later—your mouth’s got a marathon coming.” 

His voice was playful, eyes locked on her lips, the table’s chatter masking the naughty undertone. Fuck, he’s relentless—already picturing my mouth on him, she thought, her body heating, thighs pressing together to stay grounded.

“Marathon? Hope you’re ready to crash first,” she teased, voice sultry, leaning forward to let her smile linger, a playful push.

“My mouth’s got tricks you haven’t seen.” The gang roared, Saritha chiming, “Nivi’s owning you, Mohan!” but his eyes stayed hungry, his hand grazing her arm as he passed a plate. 

Fuck, his touch—bold, claiming, making my fire flare, she thought, her confidence surging, but a cautious edge held her: Raghavan’s words—free, but be safe. I’m playing, but I’m in control.

Mid-afternoon, Mohan lingered by her desk, sorting files, his voice casual but loaded with intent. “Nivi, you ready for tonight? That mouth better be warmed up—20 minutes is no joke.” 

His grin was naughty, eyes tracing her lips, then her neck, implying the bet’s heat. Fuck, he’s owning this—teasing all day, building the tension, she thought, her body buzzing, ass shifting as she stood to grab a file, her shoulder brushing his deliberately. 

“Warmed up? Mohan, I’m gonna make you beg,” she purred, voice teasing, stepping close to let her breath graze his ear, a controlled spark. This bet’s mine to twist—my power’s in making him break, she thought, her fire burning brighter with each jab.

Their banter continued in stolen moments—passing in the hallway, Mohan whispering, “Lips ready, Nivi? Gonna need stamina for me,” his eyes dark with anticipation. 

She shot back, voice low, “Stamina? You’ll be the one shaking, trust me.” Fuck, his teases—cock probably hard all day, thinking of my mouth, she thought, her body alive with the game, the thrill of the bet pushing her limits. 

The gang noticed the energy—Ashwin’s “You two plotting something?” and Dinesh’s “Nivi’s trouble!”—but they didn’t know the stakes, only Ashok’s silent stare hinted at his secret knowledge, his cuck eyes burning. Fuck, Ashok’s still leashed—watching, burning, but quiet, she thought, her power over him a quiet thrill.

As the day ended, Mohan’s final tease came by the printer, his voice low, hand brushing her lower back as he leaned in. “Nivi, tonight’s the night—your mouth’s mine. Hope you’re ready to lose again.” 

His eyes locked on hers, naughty and bold, the promise of the bet heavy in the air. Fuck, he’s relentless—claiming my mouth like it’s his, she thought, her body buzzing, a naughty grin curling. 

“Lose? Mohan, my lips are gonna break you,” she teased, voice sultry, stepping away with a sway, leaving him hungry. I’m playing with fire, but it’s my fire—Raghavan’s away, but my power’s here, she thought, the anticipation making her pulse race.

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Chapter 40: Mouth on Fire - Part 2

The drive after work was thick with tension, Mohan’s car a quiet stage for their game, his voice low as they left the office. “Nivi, thought about your technique? 20 minutes is a marathon—hope those lips are ready to impress.” 

His eyes flicked to her, naughty and challenging, hand resting on the gear shift near her thigh, fingers twitching with anticipation.

She laughed, voice sultry, leaning toward him slightly. 

“Impress? Mohan, you’re the one who crumbled last time. My mouth’s got moves you can’t handle.” 

Her tone was bold, teasing, her hands brushing her thighs subtly, stoking the heat. Fuck, this bet—his cock in my mouth, my power to make him break, she thought, her body buzzing with the stakes, her mind dancing with the thrill of control and surrender.

He grinned, voice dropping. “Moves? I’m tougher than you think, Nivi. Those lips better bring it—gonna make you work.” 

His words were naughty, eyes lingering on her lips, implying the intensity to come. Fuck, he’s cocky—thinking he’ll outlast me, she thought, her fire flaring, a naughty spark urging her to prove him wrong. 

“Work? You’ll be begging before I’m done,” she teased, voice low, turning to let her shoulder angle toward him, a controlled invitation.

They veered to the secluded spot—trees shading the darkness, city lights distant, only the car’s headlights casting a dim, intimate glow. “Time to pay up,” Mohan said, stepping out, opening her door with a playful grin, his eyes burning with hunger.

Nivi got out, heart racing, the cool night air brushing her skin, her body alive with the bet’s stakes. Fuck, 20 minutes—my mouth, his cock, every trick I’ve got, she thought, stepping close, eyes locked on his, naughty and determined to win.

She knelt, bold and deliberate, hands tugging his pants down, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins pulsing under taut skin, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum, heavy balls tight below. Fuck, it’s gorgeous—big, hard as steel, throbbing for my mouth, she thought, her body buzzing, lips parting as she leaned in, tongue flicking the head, lapping the salty, musky pre-cum, savoring its heat. It’s thicker than I expected, filling my sight, begging to be worshipped, she thought, her fire surging as she started slow, teasing, lips brushing the tip, tongue swirling the slit, tasting every bead of pre-cum.

She unleashed every trick—memories of porn flashing, lessons in control from her past explorations—sucking the head hard, lips sealing tight, tongue tracing the ridge under the tip, slow and deliberate to drive him wild. 

“Fuck, Nivi—your mouth’s a fucking dream,” Mohan groaned, voice rough, hands threading into her hair, guiding gently, his cock twitching as she bobbed shallow, then deeper, gagging softly but pushing through, nose grazing his base. 

Fuck, he’s so hard—veins pulsing, head swelling in my mouth, she thought, her hands roaming, one cupping his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight, the other stroking the base, twisting with a slow, firm grip.

His dirty talk fueled her, voice low and raw. 

“That’s it, dirty girl—suck that cock deep, choke on it, make it yours. Those lips were made for this, weren’t they?” 

His words sent a thrill through her, her body heating, ass shifting as she knelt, breasts bouncing with her bobs. Fuck, his voice—calling me dirty, owning my mouth—it’s pushing me, she thought, intensifying—cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking his slit, then diving deep, gagging loud, saliva dripping down her chin, coating his cock, a messy trail to his balls. 

“Goddamn, Nivi—swallow that dick, make it wet, you’re my slut tonight,” he growled, hips twitching, guiding her deeper.

She pushed kinkier, testing her limits—pulling back to spit on his cock, slicking it wetter, lips sliding smoother, then deepthroating, throat constricting, gagging hard but holding, nose pressed to his base, tongue flicking his balls. 

Fuck, it’s huge—stretching my throat, so fucking thick, she thought, her hands exploring, one squeezing his balls, tugging gently, the other tracing his inner thighs, nails grazing, pulling deeper moans. 

She added porn-inspired flair—moaning against his cock, vibrations humming through him, eyes locked on his, showing her power, lips stretching wide, spit dripping to her chest, staining her kurti.

“Fuck, you’re filthy—choke on that cock, make it pulse,” Mohan groaned, voice breaking, his hands tightening in her hair, hips rocking slightly. 

She went wilder—sucking hard, then soft, teasing the head with quick flicks, then plunging deep, throat open, gagging loud, her hands twisting faster, one finger daringly brushing his perineum, a kinky move that made him shudder. 

Fuck, he’s shaking—cock throbbing, veins like steel, but holding, she thought, amazed, her jaw aching, mouth relentless. She tried dirtier—humming low, vibrations pulsing through his cock, lips sucking the tip like a lollipop, then diving deep, throat squeezing, spit pooling on the ground.

Minutes stretched, her mouth a machine—alternating slow licks, circling the head, then frantic deepthroats, gagging until tears pricked her eyes, saliva coating his cock, dripping to his balls. 

“God, Nivi—your throat’s tight, sucking me like a fucking star,” he gasped, voice raw, his cock swelling bigger, head pulsing in her mouth. 

Fuck, it’s massive—stretching my lips, so hard it hurts, but I’m owning it, she thought, pushing harder, one hand stroking fast, twisting, the other tugging his balls, nails grazing, her tongue swirling wild, nipping the tip softly, a risky move that drew a deep groan.

She added kinky play—pulling off to kiss his shaft, licking the veins, sucking each ball gently, then back to the head, spit-slick lips gliding, her hands roaming his ass, squeezing, pulling him deeper. Fuck, every trick—porn, my fire, all in—he’s gotta break, she thought, her body buzzing, breasts bouncing with her bobs, nipples hard against her fabric. 

Mohan’s dirty talk pushed harder—“Suck it, slut—make that cock cum, throat it like you mean it”—his voice breaking, hips thrusting shallow, but he held, her amazement growing. Fuck, his control—cock like iron, pulsing but not breaking, she thought, her jaw aching, mouth relentless, time ticking past 20 minutes, then 25, her fire surging at his endurance.

She went all out—deepthroating until she choked, spit dripping to her chest, hands twisting, balls massaged, finger brushing his perineum again, then daringly circling his rim, a filthy move that made him groan loud, body shaking. Fuck, he’s close—cock swelling, veins throbbing, but still holding, she thought, amazed, her mouth a blur, lips tight, throat open, sucking like a porn star, moaning against him, vibrations pulsing, eyes locked on his, showing her dominance. 

“Fucking hell, Nivi—gonna flood that mouth, keep sucking,” he growled, voice ragged, but he held, pushing past 28 minutes, her jaw screaming, her fire wild.

Finally, at 32 minutes, he broke, groaning deep, cum shooting down her throat, hot, thick, endless ropes filling her mouth, spilling over her lips. She swallowed greedily, milking every drop, lips tight, tongue lapping the head clean, savoring the salty heat, her hands squeezing his thighs.

 Fuck, so much cum—thick, hot, mine, she thought, her body buzzing, amazed at his endurance, her power still alive despite the loss.

She pulled back, lips glistening, breathless, voice sultry.

 “Fuck, Mohan—you lasted... fucking iron.” Her tone was teasing, but awe laced it, her body humming with the intensity. He panted, cock twitching, voice rough. 

“Told you—your mouth’s fire, but I’m tougher. Fucking incredible, Nivi.”

They got in the car, her teasing lighter now. 

“Iron man, huh? My mouth nearly broke you,” she said, winking, the thrill of her effort lingering. 

The drive home was quiet, her mind racing: Fuck, I gave everything—porn tricks, kinky play, my fire—and he held 30 minutes. His cock—thick, pulsing, a beast—matched my power, but I’m still queen. 

The chapter closed on her conflicted thrill, Mohan’s victory a new claim, her fire burning wild, Raghavan’s absence a distant echo.

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Chapter 41: Stinging Defeat - Part 1


The office day hummed with its usual rhythm, but Nivi’s mind was a storm of heat and frustration, the memory of last night’s blowjob challenge—a 32-minute marathon where Mohan’s endurance outlasted her every trick—stinging like a wound to her newfound power. F

uck, I threw everything at him—my mouth, porn moves, all my fire—and he held like a goddamn rock, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as a quiet thrill mixed with irritation. 

His cock—thick, pulsing, unyielding—beat me, and it’s personal. My power’s been owning men, but he... he flipped it. 

Her mind churned, a mix of awe and defiance: Raghavan’s away, his words of freedom echoing—explore, be safe. But losing to Mohan? It’s a crack in my throne, and I’m not letting it stand.

Mohan’s presence was a constant spark, his sly charm weaving through the day with subtle, private teases that stoked her fire and her frustration. 

At the tea station, away from the gang, he leaned close, pouring her a cup, his voice low and teasing. “Nivi, still sore from last night? Your mouth put up a fight, but I won.” His eyes glinted naughty, flicking to her lips, a smirk curling as he handed her the cup.

She laughed, voice sultry, masking her sting. “Sore? Mohan, you were shaking by the end. Don’t get cocky—I’m not done.” Her tone was playful, but sharp, eyes meeting his with a defiant spark. 

Fuck, he’s gloating—rubbing his victory in, thinking he owns my mouth now, she thought, her body warming, a subtle sway in her hips as she stirred her tea. I’m still queen, and this loss... it’s temporary, she thought, her fire flaring to reclaim her edge.

He grinned, stepping closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Shaking? You worked hard, Nivi—those lips, fuck, nearly broke me. But I lasted—32 minutes. Ready to lose again?” His words were naughty, implying his control, his hand brushing her arm lightly as he passed the sugar.

The gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, Saritha—chatted nearby, unaware of the stakes, but Nivi kept their exchange quiet, her voice low. Fuck, he’s pushing—his cocky grin, his win—it’s eating at me, she thought, her body tingling, keeping it discreet but bold. “Lose? You’re dreaming, Mohan—next time, you’re mine,” she teased, voice sultry, stepping back to keep the line firm, her mind burning: His victory’s personal, a hit to my power. I need to flip this.

At lunch, the gang swarmed, but Mohan caught her alone by the water cooler, his voice playful, eyes on her lips. “Nivi, you were fire last night—32 minutes, though. My win. Feeling that sting?” His tone was teasing, naughty, his hand grazing her wrist as he passed her a glass, the touch brief but loaded.

She smirked, voice sultry, hiding her frustration. 

“Sting? Mohan, you were begging by the end. Don’t think you’ve got me beat.” Her eyes locked on his, a naughty challenge, her body heating as she leaned closer, voice low. Fuck, he’s loving this—gloating, thinking he’s got control, she thought, her fire surging, thighs pressing together to stay grounded. 

“Next time, you won’t last,” she purred, turning away with a subtle sway, leaving him hungry. This loss hurts—my power’s been ruling men, and he’s daring to challenge it, she thought, her mind sharp, defiance growing.

Mid-afternoon, Mohan found her in the file room, away from prying eyes, his voice low, teasing. “Nivi, those lips of yours—valiant effort, but my win’s gotta sting. 

Ready to bow yet?” His eyes burned, naughty and triumphant, leaning close as they sorted papers, his arm brushing hers.

She laughed, voice sultry, defiant. 

“Bow? Mohan, you’re the one who’d kneel for my mouth. Don’t get too comfortable.” Her tone was playful, but the sting bit deep, her body buzzing as she stepped closer, letting her shoulder graze his. 

Fuck, his gloating—it’s personal, hitting my fire, she thought, her mind racing: I’m queen, owning their stares, their hunger. This loss? I’m taking it back. 

“Watch yourself—I’m coming for you,” she teased, voice low, leaving him with a naughty grin, her fire burning to reclaim her throne.

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Chapter 41: Stinging Defeat - Part 2


The day’s tension simmered as Nivi packed her files, the office quieting, Mohan’s teasing lingering like a challenge she couldn’t ignore. 

His car waited outside, his smile wide as she approached. 

“Back to our rides, Nivi—no buses tonight,” he said, voice low, eyes hungry as she slid in, the air thick with their shared secret.
“Still thinking about my win?” His tone was playful, implying last night’s endurance, his gaze lingering on her lips.

She laughed, voice sultry, sharp. “Your win? Mohan, you were shaking—don’t think it’s over.” 

Her tone teased, but her mind burned: Fuck, his cocky grin—32 minutes, his cum in my throat, a hit to my power.

I’m not letting him own this. Her body warmed, ass shifting on the seat, the thrill of their game reigniting.

The drive started with flirty banter, Mohan’s voice low and naughty. “Nivi, you were incredible last night—those lips, fighting hard. But 32 minutes? I’m king.” 

His eyes flicked to her, a smirk curling, hand resting on the gear shift near her thigh, fingers twitching with anticipation.

Her heart raced, the sting of defeat fueling her fire. Fuck, he’s gloating—thinking he’s got me, she thought, her body buzzing, defiance surging. 

“King? Mohan, you’re one slip from falling. Want to bet again?” Her voice was sultry, bold, leaning toward him, eyes locked on his with a naughty challenge. 

“Same spot, tomorrow—10 minutes, my mouth makes you cum. If I win, you admit defeat, follow my commands. If you last, I’ll obey yours.” 

Fuck, another bet—my mouth, my power, I’m breaking him this time, she thought, her fire flaring, body alive with the stakes.

He grinned, eyes darkening. “Deal—10 minutes, same rules, no rubbing your body on my cock, but hands free to roam. You’re on, Nivi.” 

His tone was playful, but hungry, his hand brushing her arm lightly, the promise of the bet heavy in the air. Fuck, he’s confident—cock probably hard already, thinking he’ll win again, she thought, her mind sharp: Last time, rough failed—his cock took it. Tomorrow, I go slow, seductive, break him quick.

The drive continued, their banter light but charged, Nivi’s mind racing with strategy. 

“Better rest, Mohan—my mouth’s coming for you,” she teased, voice low, turning to let her shoulder angle toward him, a controlled spark. Fuck, I’ll win—slow, teasing, my power’s back, she thought, her body buzzing with anticipation, the secluded spot waiting for tomorrow’s challenge.

They reached her drop point, blocks from home, the night quiet, her mind burning with the bet. 

Fuck, tomorrow—my mouth, his cock, 10 minutes to reclaim my throne, she thought, stepping out, her fire defiant, Mohan’s victory a temporary sting. 

The chapter closed on her burning resolve, the new bet a bold claim, Raghavan’s absence a distant echo, her power poised to strike.

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Chapter 42: Victory’s Cost - Part 1


The office day crackled with a charged undercurrent, Nivi’s presence a magnet that drew eyes, her confidence a blazing flame after last night’s bold bet—Mohan’s victory stinging her pride, pushing her to reclaim her power. 

Fuck, he lasted 32 minutes—my mouth gave everything, but he held like a rock, she thought, her body buzzing as she moved through tasks, fingers pausing over her keyboard. That loss hit hard—my fire’s been ruling men, and he flipped it. Tonight, I break him, slow and dirty. 

Her mind surged with defiance and heat, Raghavan’s absence a distant ache, his words of freedom echoing: Explore, be safe. Mohan’s claim’s growing, but my throne’s mine—I’m taking it back.

She chose a daring outfit from Raghavan’s shopping spree—a deep red chiffon kurti, sheer enough to hint at her breasts’ fullness, low neck teasing a glimpse of cleavage, paired with black leggings that hugged her hips, her ass swaying with every step. 

Mohan’s gifted anklet glinted on her ankle, a bold choice she wore for the challenge. Fuck, this look—Raghavan’s kurti, Mohan’s anklet—it’s naughty, mixing their claims, she thought, her body tingling as she entered, heads turning, the gang’s eyes wide with curiosity.

At the morning tea break, the gang swarmed, Ashwin’s grin sharp as he leaned in. “Nivi, damn—that kurti’s pure fire. Special occasion? And that anklet—new vibe?” His voice was playful, probing, eyes flicking to her legs, then the sheer fabric hinting at her curves.

Dinesh nodded, glasses glinting. “Yeah, queen—you’re glowing like it’s a big day. What’s the story? That anklet’s fancy—who’s the gifter?” His tone was teasing, his gaze lingering on her hips, the leggings accentuating her sway. 

Saritha chimed in, “Special? Spill, girl—you’re stealing the show.” Lakshmi added, “That look’s dangerous—someone’s lucky.” Fuck, they’re all over it—the anklet, the outfit, sensing a spark, she thought, her body warming, a subtle sway as she poured tea. Only Mohan knows the anklet’s his—a secret tie for tonight.

Mohan stood to the side, his eyes locking on her ankle, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “Looks stunning, Nivi—that anklet’s perfect. Big day?” His voice was casual, but the naughty glint implied their bet, his victory, and the challenge ahead. Fuck, he knows—his gift on me, a mark for our game, she thought, her heart racing, the thrill of their secret stoking her fire.

She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Big day? Just feeling bold—saved the anklet for the right moment. Jealous it’s not yours, boys?” Her tone teased the gang, but her eyes flicked to Mohan, a naughty spark—fuck, he’s eating this up, knowing it’s his. 

The group erupted in laughter, Ashwin’s “Lucky bastard!” and Dinesh’s “We’re outclassed!” filling the air, but Mohan’s gaze burned hotter, a silent nod to their shared stakes. 

Fuck, they’re curious, but only he knows—this outfit, this anklet, it’s for breaking him, she thought, her body buzzing with anticipation, keeping it light but daring.

The day dragged with a heavier workload, reports piling up, meetings stretching late. Nivi and Mohan were the last to leave, sorting files in the quiet office, the air thick with their secret. 

“Nivi, that kurti—fucking distracting all day,” Mohan said, voice low, stepping close as they packed, his hand brushing her arm lightly, eyes tracing her cleavage, then her ankle. 

Fuck, he’s bold—seeing his anklet, my curves, already hungry, she thought, her body heating, thighs shifting subtly.

“Distracting? Good—that’s the plan,” she purred, voice sultry, leaning in to let her shoulder graze his, a controlled tease. 

My power’s in this—his eyes, his hunger, I’m setting the stage, she thought, her fire flaring as she grabbed her bag, the anklet glinting with each step. 

“Ready for tonight, Mohan? Or still recovering from last time?” Her voice was naughty, challenging, her mind sharp: Last time, rough failed—his cock took it. 

Tonight, I go slow, dirty, break him quick.

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Chapter 42: Victory’s Cost - Part 2

They headed to Mohan’s car, the drive starting with flirty, lust-filled banter, the air heavy with their bet. 

“Nivi, that anklet—wearing it for me, huh? Looks like you’re ready to lose again,” Mohan teased, voice low and naughty, eyes flicking to her ankle, then her lips, as he drove. His hand rested on the gear shift, fingers twitching near her knee, the tension palpable.

She laughed, voice sultry, bold. “Lose? Mohan, you’re dreaming—those 32 minutes won’t save you tonight. My mouth’s coming for you.” Her tone was teasing, eyes locked on his with a naughty challenge, her hand brushing her ankle, the gold glinting in the dim light. 

Fuck, he’s cocky—his anklet on me, a mark, but I’ll turn it against him, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting. “Like the look? Thought I’d give you something to... admire before I win,” she purred, leaning forward, the chiffon kurti pulling taut, hinting at her breasts’ curve.

He grinned, voice dropping, thick with lust. “Admire? Fuck, Nivi—you’re killing me in that kurti, that anklet. Can’t wait to feel those lips again—gonna make you work.” 

His eyes burned, tracing her cleavage, then her legs, his hand brushing closer to her thigh. Fuck, he’s hungry—cock probably hard already, thinking he’ll outlast me, she thought, her fire flaring, mind sharp: Slow, dirty, seductive—I’ll break him in under 10.

They veered to the secluded spot—trees shading, city lights distant, only the car’s headlights casting a dim, intimate glow. “Time to pay up,” Mohan said, stepping out, opening her door with a grin, eyes blazing with hunger. 

Nivi got out, heart racing, the cool air brushing her skin, her body alive with the challenge. Fuck, 10 minutes—my mouth, his cock, slow and dirty, I’m winning this, she thought, stepping close, eyes locked on his, naughty and determined.

Before starting, she teased, voice sultry, dripping with lust. 

“Mohan, you sure you’re ready? This kurti, this anklet—my mouth’s gonna ruin you.” 

She stepped closer, letting her fingers trail down his chest, stopping short of his waist, her body swaying subtly, the chiffon clinging to her curves. 

“Gonna cum quick for me, aren’t you? My lips, so slow, so dirty—you won’t last.” Her words were filthy, teasing, her eyes burning into his, setting the stage. 

Fuck, this is it—my power, my fire, I’m breaking him, she thought, her body buzzing, the thrill of control surging.

No rules against undressing—she pulled off her kurti, tossing it aside, her bra-clad breasts bouncing free, nipples hard through the lace, the cool air sparking her skin. 

Fuck, this’ll destroy him—my tits out, his anklet on, my lips ready, she thought, kneeling slow, deliberate, hands tugging his pants down, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins snaking under taut skin, the head flushed deep red, glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy and tight. 

Fuck, it’s a beast—big, pulsing, veins throbbing like a map, begging for my mouth, she thought, her body buzzing, lips parting as she leaned in, starting with a feather-light kiss on the tip, tongue flicking the slit, tasting the salty, musky pre-cum, savoring its heat.

She went slow, seductive—lips gliding over the head, kissing every inch, tongue tracing the veins with languid, deliberate strokes, savoring the pulse. 

“Mmm, your cock—so thick, so hard, tastes like power,” she murmured, voice low and dirty, lips brushing the shaft, her breath warm against him. 

Fuck, he’s shaking—cock swelling, veins pulsing under my tongue, she thought, her hands roaming his thighs, fingers grazing his skin, light and teasing, avoiding his balls to build tension. 

“Gonna cum for me, Mohan? My lips, so slow, sucking you deep—can’t hold it, can you?” Her dirty talk was sultry, teasing, eyes locked on his, showing her control.

Mohan groaned, voice rough, thick with lust. 

“Fuck, Nivi—your mouth’s torture, those lips, so fucking soft, sucking my cock like a slut.” His hands threaded into her hair, guiding gently, his cock twitching as she kissed the shaft, slow licks from base to tip, her tongue circling the head, teasing without rushing. 

“Goddamn, you’re dirty—tease that dick, make it pulse, you’re my queen tonight.” 

His words fueled her, her body heating, ass shifting as she knelt, breasts bouncing with her slow bobs, nipples hard against her bra.

She kept it sensual, lips gliding down the shaft, kissing each vein, tongue lapping the underside, soft moans vibrating against him, her hands tracing his hips, fingers brushing his balls lightly, teasing without gripping. “Love this cock—big, throbbing, mine to break,” she purred, voice filthy, sucking the tip like a lollipop, then gliding halfway, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his, showing her power. 

Fuck, he’s close—cock swelling, veins like steel, but I’m owning this, she thought, her mouth working with agonizing slowness, lips soft, tongue deliberate, blowing cool air on his wet cock for a kinky spark, making him groan loud, body shuddering.

His dirty talk pushed harder, voice raw. “Fuck, Nivi—suck it slow, you filthy tease, make my cock beg. Those tits, that anklet—fucking killing me.” 

His hips twitched, hands tightening in her hair, but she held the pace, lips gliding, tongue circling the head, teasing without rushing. 

“You’re my dirty girl—lips so tight, gonna cum for you,” he gasped, voice breaking, his cock pulsing harder, head swelling in her mouth.

At 7 minutes, he broke, groaning deep, cum shooting into her mouth, hot, thick ropes flooding her lips, spilling slightly as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop, tongue lapping the head clean, savoring the salty heat.

 Fuck, I won—7 minutes, my slow mouth broke him, she thought, pride surging, her power reclaimed, her body buzzing with victory. But the cost—Mohan got my lips, my fire, even in defeat.

She stood, bra still on, breasts bouncing, voice sultry. 

“Seven minutes, Mohan—my mouth owns you.” Her tone was triumphant, teasing, her body humming with the win. He panted, cock softening, voice rough but proud. 

“Fuck, Nivi—you’re unstoppable. I’m yours—command me.” His eyes burned with respect, accepting his loss, agreeing to obey.

They got in the car, her teasing light. “Owned, huh? Better listen now, loser.” The drive home was quiet, her mind racing: Fuck, I broke him—slow, dirty, my power’s back. 

But he got my mouth, my submission—what’s the cost of this win? The chapter closed on her triumphant thrill, Mohan’s defeat a bold claim, her fire burning wild, Raghavan’s absence a distant echo.

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Chapter 43: Tangled Clarity - Part 1


The evening dbangd Coimbatore in a warm, humid hush, the apartment quiet after dinner, the kids tucked in with their bedtime stories, their giggles fading into soft snores. 

Nivi sat cross-legged on her bed, her loose nighty pooling around her thighs, the faint glow of her phone screen casting shadows across her face. 

The day’s office heat—Mohan’s defeat under her slow, seductive mouth, his quick cum in 7 minutes—lingered like a spark, her victory sweet but tangled with questions. 

Fuck, I broke him—my lips owned him, made him cum fast, she thought, her body buzzing with the thrill of power. But the cost... he got my mouth, my fire, again. 

Is this sin—playing with Mohan, teasing the gang, while Raghavan’s away? Or is this me, finally alive, craving the heat Anand never gave? Her mind swirled, a storm of guilt and liberation: Raghavan’s words—free to explore, be safe—ring true, but Mohan’s pull, the gang’s stares... am I slipping into sin, or waking up to my fire?

She traced her fingers over her ankle, where Mohan’s anklet had glinted earlier, now hidden in her drawer. 

Fuck, his gift—a mark I wore for him, mixed with Raghavan’s kurti, she thought, her body warming at the memory of her victory, the taste of his cum still vivid. My power’s been owning men—Ashwin’s grins, Dinesh’s glances, Mohan’s surrender—but is it wrong? 

Her heart raced, the thrill of her fire clashing with a quiet fear: Am I a slut, or just free? The question burned, her mind tangled in the heat of her doings—Mohan’s lips, his cock, the gang’s hungry eyes, Raghavan’s distant hold.
Her mother-in-law knocked softly, entering with a cup of warm milk, her eyes catching Nivi’s distant gaze, the subtle glow on her skin. 

“Dear, you’re lost tonight—something weighing on you?” Her voice was gentle, sitting beside Nivi on the bed, hand resting on her knee, a knowing glint in her eyes, indirect but sharp. 

Fuck, she sees it—my fire, the men circling, she thought, her body tingling, a faint blush rising as she sipped the milk.

Nivi smiled faintly, voice soft, testing the waters. 

“Just... thinking, Amma. Life’s moving fast—work, people noticing. Feels... complicated.” 

Her words were vague, implying the office heat—Mohan’s bets, the gang’s banter—without naming. Fuck, does she know? 

My mouth on Mohan, the bets, my power drawing them, she thought, her body warming, thighs shifting under the nighty.

The older woman nodded, eyes twinkling with subtle wisdom, her tone playful but layered. “Complicated? You’re glowing, Nivi—like the sun, pulling eyes. 

Work’s not just files, is it? Men circling, more than one, hmm?” Her words were indirect, hinting at Mohan’s drops, the gang’s stares, without accusing. 

Fuck, she’s sharp—sensing Mohan, maybe others, my fire burning loud, she thought, her heart racing, a naughty thrill mixing with unease. 

“Noticing? Amma, it’s... a lot. Am I wrong? Sinning by... letting it happen?” Her voice was soft, vulnerable, the word “sin” slipping out, heavy with her tangled thoughts.

Her mother-in-law squeezed her hand, voice warm but firm, indirect. 

“Sinning? Dear, the sin’s not yours—it’s the men who see your spark and try to take it, use it for their games. You’re not falling—you’re rising, living bold, the woman Anand never saw.” 

Her eyes held Nivi’s, serious yet encouraging, implying her encounters without judgment. “Don’t let them pull you down—make them fall for you, chase your fire, but stay the queen.” 

Fuck, she clarifies—the sin’s theirs, exploiting my heat; my power’s in making them kneel, she thought, a clarity blooming, her body buzzing with the truth, her fire steadying.

Nivi leaned closer, voice soft, naughty undertone slipping. 

“Make them fall? Like... leading the dance, not following their steps?” Her mind shifted—Mohan’s quick cum, my victory; the gang’s stares, my control. I’m not sinning—I’m ruling. Her mother-in-law smiled, indirect but knowing.

“Exactly, dear—your spark’s yours, not their toy. Lead, don’t fall—keep them burning, but hold your throne.” Her hand patted Nivi’s, a subtle nod to her encounters, serious yet freeing. 

Fuck, she’s right—my fire’s mine, not sin; make them crave, not claim, she thought, clarity washing over her, her body alive with the shift.

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[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 43: Tangled Clarity - Part 2


After her mother-in-law left, Nivi set the milk aside, her mind still racing, the conversation a spark that lit her fire anew. Fuck, she’s right—I’m not sinning, 

I’m living, ruling their hunger, she thought, grabbing her phone, heart pounding as she dialed Raghavan. The call connected, his voice a low rumble, warm but distant. 

“Nivi, late call—miss me?” His tone was playful, teasing, but carried the weight of his absence.

She took a breath, voice soft, confessing carefully. 

“Sir... about Mohan. Things... happened. Kisses, bets—my mouth on him. I won, but... felt wrong, maybe.” 

Her words were vague, implying the heat without details, her body warming at the memory of Mohan’s cum, her lips owning him. 

Fuck, I’m telling him—expecting his daddy growl, his claim, she thought, her heart racing, a mix of guilt and thrill pulsing.

Raghavan’s voice stayed calm, encouraging, a husky edge. 

“Wrong? Nivi, you’re free—explore, play dirty. I’m proud, my naughty queen—bet you made Mohan beg with that mouth.” His tone teased, dirty, no trace of possessiveness, only heat.

“Tell me—did you make him cum quick, own him like the slutty tease you are?” His words were filthy, pushing her fire, implying her power over Mohan.

Fuck, he’s encouraging—teasing me to tease Mohan, no anger, she thought, her body buzzing, a naughty thrill surging at his approval. 

“Quick? Yeah, sir—7 minutes, my lips broke him,” she purred, voice sultry, testing his reaction, leaning into the dirty tease. 

“Made him shake, cum hard—my power, right?” Her tone was bold, naughty, her mind racing: He’s not scolding—loving my fire, my control.

He laughed, voice rough, lust-filled. “Fuck, 7 minutes? That’s my girl—sucking him dry, ruling his cock. 

You’re a filthy queen, Nivi—tease him dirtier, make him kneel.” His words were raw, encouraging her dominance, no jealousy in his tone. “But promise—till I’m back, no one fucks that pussy. 

It’s mine, you hear? Mouth, hands—play all you want, but that pussy waits for daddy.” His command was possessive, dirty, wrapped in a tease, his voice thick with desire.

Fuck, his words—free to play, but my pussy’s his? Hot, controlling, yet freeing, she thought, her body heating, thighs pressing together, the clarity deepening: My fire’s mine, but his claim anchors me. “Promise, daddy—no one fucks me but you,” she purred, voice sultry, teasing, leaning into his dirty game. 

“Mouth’s free, though—gonna make them beg, like you want. My way?” Her tone was naughty, serious, submitting to his rule yet bold in her power.


“Good girl,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. 

“Play dirty, Nivi—make Mohan cry for that mouth, keep the gang burning. But that pussy’s mine when I’m back—gonna wreck it, my slutty queen.” 

His tease was filthy, encouraging, a promise of his return, making her body buzz with anticipation. Fuck, he’s teasing—loving my fire, owning me in a way that feels free, she thought, her mind settling, clarity blooming like a flame.

The call ended, and Nivi curled up, the nighty soft against her skin, her mind clear and bright. Fuck, no sin—my fire’s mine, not theirs; I make them fall, like Amma said. 

Raghavan’s words—free to play, his pussy to claim—give me power, not shame. I’m queen, ruling their hunger, she thought, her body humming with resolve, the thrill of her encounters—Mohan’s defeat, the gang’s stares—now a crown, not a curse. 

She slept in newfound clarity, her fire balanced.

Continues...