CUCKOLD H & S Husband's Unfortunate Bet with an Alpha (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Finally, Rakesh had everything he needed. Just one more thing that had to be done... time to blow the little bengali slut's mind and make her a true believer. A worshipper in the temple of big cock. Without warning, he bent to scoop Payal up, tossing her onto the bed behind him as she let out a gasp of shock. He worked quickly and confidently, manhandling her tight young body into position. Her ass up and her face in the sheets, her back arched to give him the best possible view of her smooth, dripping slit.

"Hands behind your back, slut," he growled. He could see her little body heaving with passion as she held her arms behind her back for him, being a good, obedient slut just like she promised. He gripped her wrists tightly in one meaty hand, the position forcing her face down into the bed, giving Rakesh complete control.

He raised his cock with his other hand, rubbing and teasing at Payal's swollen slit. "It's sooo big, Sir!" she whined, her voice muffled. But even with the intimidation in her voice, her slim hips squirmed back into the feeling of his cock rubbing against her pussy.

"So do you want to give up?" asked Rakesh, his voice mocking now.

"N-no sir... please... Please f-fuck me. Just g-go slow, ok?"

And Rakesh did. He may be a pushy, chauvinistic jerk, but he knew good sense when he heard it. He wanted Payal to have hearts in her eyes when she saw him, not remember him as the asshole who hurt her pussy. He pushed forward with aching slowness, parting Payal's tender lips and sinking deep into her tiny pussy inch by inch, making her gasp and moan and writhe beneath him from the intensity of the sensation as her hot, wet pussy meld to his cock like a silken glove.

As he suspected, Payal had been wrong. With a little patience and soft murmuring about how good of a girl she was, plus a short pause to rub her clit, Rakesh was able to push himself balls-deep into the petite woman, stretching her to her very limit.

And, after a long moment of luxuriating in that feeling, he began moving. Slowly at first, giving Payal time to adjust to his girth, but then faster and faster, using his grip on her wrists as leverage as he plunged deep and hard, making Payal moan and gasp like a bitch in heat beneath him.

"The secretary is mine now," grunted Rakesh as he thrust, using his free hand to send a spank cracking down on Payal's tight bubble butt.

"All yours, sir!" agreed Payal enthusiastically with a whining moan.

"Fuck me! ahhhh…"

They fucked, hot and sweaty and passionate, with Rakesh dominantly thrusting Payal down into the mattress while she moaned and milked his cock with her tight, smooth pussy. Rakesh could feel that both of them were about to cum. Him from the long tease of the submissive blowjob, her from the mindblowing experience of getting fucked by a real cock at last. Time to seal the deal.

"You don't work for Kusha anymore," he growled, increasing his pace ever further as his heavy balls tightened against the base of his cock.

"You work for me. You do what I say. In and out of the bedroom."

"Mmmmmm G0d!" howled Payal, her toes curling and her thighs shaking in orgasm as Rakesh roared in triumph, filling her with hot, sticky seed. "Yes, sir! You own me! I'm your little slut! I'll do whatever you fucking want!"

She didn't mean it. Not yet. This was just the first time they had sex, after all. She would wake up tomorrow walking a little odd and think this was just a kinky, slightly embarrassing little experiment. But she would be back... and planting the idea early was important. She would be his obedient slut soon.

And that would get him one step closer to turning Kusha into the same thing.

[veenaimo]

woowww... Kausha is going to face real Alpha...

[Givemeextra]

Excellent.

Hubby inviting the danger into house himself = what an idiot.

[Paty@123]

Good update, plz continue, story is moving very fast, excellent

[Steel]

A few hours later, Rakesh sat at his computer. He had just finished typing up the info he had pumped from Payal into the document he had started on Kusha. He had a folder with a distinct icon of a wolf full of similar documents from the past few years, and he took a second to run his eyes over them fondly.

Kavya- SUCCESS
Rithika- SUCCESS+HIRED
Sherley- SUCCESS

The list went on and on.

When Rakesh first started his little hobby, he had planned to mark any files where sleeping with the woman had proved impossible with FAILURE. But not a single document bore that label. Some of them had taken a while, and a few had managed to wriggle away after he had fucked them, but so far, Rakesh had managed to bury his cock at least once in every woman he had pursed.

Two days from now, he would have his first in-person meeting with Kusha. It was scheduled to take place at his home, where she would look over the bedroom she was supposedly redesigning and ask him about what he wanted for the space. He had managed to get Payal to pull some strings and move up the timeline: yet another perk of boinking Kusha's assistant. But he had to decide what tactic he would take with Kusha during their first meeting.

There was a reason why he had asked Payal how best to change Kusha's mind. Everything Rakesh knew about her told him she was a strong-willed, opinionated woman who stuck to her instincts. And she had already decided that Rakesh was beneath her.

But Payal had given him some excellent leads. She had said that sometimes Kusha was vulnerable to distraction. Counter-intuitively, he thought the best idea would be to antagonize Kusha during the meeting. Right now, he wanted Kusha to be thinking about him as much as possible, and at this stage, it didn't matter if that obsession was positive or negative.

The more time he could get Kusha to stew in her anger over him, the more time he’ll have for his dominant confidence to seep deep down into her subconscious. So, for now, the best approach would be to lean into Kusha's hatred of him and be as abrasive and obnoxious as possible. It would be a delicate balancing act. He couldn't be so infuriating that he made Kusha consider cancelling the contract, but he had to be annoying enough to make her lie awake at night, furious over him.

Rakesh thought for a moment, then picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts. There were a lot to go through. He kept a list of all his former conquests handy in case he even wanted a late-night booty call.

Finally, he found just the woman he was looking for.

This was going to drive Kusha crazy.

[Steel]

Kusha took off her sunglasses with a sigh, looking up at the large house with pursed lips. Just as she had assumed based on the address, it was a tacky, cookie-cutter design. The sort of house that someone who had never been inside a truly expensive home thought looked impressive. She had intended to schedule this first face-to-face meeting out as far as possible as a minor power play; a way to show Rakesh that she was in charge and he would just have to wait. But, according to Payal, there had been some sort of scheduling mix-up with her plans for today, and Rakesh was the only appointment on the calendar that could be moved up at short notice. Which meant she was seeing him just a few days after he had hired her. Which made it look like she was rushing to be at his service.
She slammed her car door as she got out, already in a foul mood before she even had to speak to the ugly worm.

Kusha noted a large, dark BMW parked in front of the garage as she made her way to the door and rolled her eyes. No wonder Rakesh had been willing to overpay for an interior designer. He obviously loved to flash his cash. She stabbed a finger at the call button on Rakesh's video doorbell and crossed her arms, tapping a foot impatiently. The sooner she was able to get this meeting over with, the better. Maybe taking this job had been a mistake, even if it did give her the opportunity to put Rakesh in his place.

The doorbell connected with a chime, and a deep, panting voice on the other end of the line said, "Uhhh, Hello?"

Kusha delicately pinched the bridge of her nose and had to count to three before answering so that she could maintain a professional tone. "Mr. Kumar, this is Kusha Kapoor. I'm here for our 2 o'clock meet," she managed to get out in a cool customer-service voice.

Rakesh barked an undignified laugh. "You mean our 3 o'clock? I'm afraid you caught me in the middle of something..." in the background, a moaning feminine voice said "Who is it, Rakesh? Tell her to fuck off and get back to work! I was sooooo close."

Kusha flushed red, certain in the moment that Rakesh was doing this to fuck with her. "I think you'll find," she said icily, "that our meeting is scheduled at 2. And I think you knew that already, Mr. Kumar."

Rakesh snorted. "Hold on one second, Poo... Look, I don't know what to tell ya, Kusha wusha. It says three in my calendar. Are you positive that you have the correct time?"

"I'm quite certain," said Kusha through gritted teeth, not enjoying the casual nickname at all. She navigated to her calendar app to prove that…

She stared down at the time in confusion. [Preliminary site review and project outline w/ Rakesh Kumar- 3:00 PM] She blinked. Refreshed the page. It said what it said. She would have bet all of the money she had that the appointment was at two. She had checked it before she left.

But the only two people with access to her calendar were her and Payal, and neither of them had any reason to change it. Fuck! "It... it appears that I might have been mistaken," said Kusha, each word feeling like acid on her tongue.

The whole point of taking this job in the first place has been to fearlessly respond to whatever petty mind game Rakesh had been trying to play, and she had fucked it up instantly by making a basic, unprofessional mistake. "I..." she began, then took a deep, calming breath and got a hold of herself. Mistakes happened. She couldn't let herself spin out over one minor embarrassment. She was still the better person here, and that's what would win out in the end. "I apologize for the confusion. Sorry to disturb you. I'll return in an hour, at the scheduled meeting time," she said in a clipped, professional voice.

"What, and sit in your car?" asked Rakesh with another coarse laugh. "No, that's no good. Just sit tight for a second. I'll just finish up and be right down."

Kusha's mouth fell open in disbelief. Was he really suggesting that she wait while he... "That won't be necessa..." she began, but by that point, the doorbell had already disconnected. Rakesh had hung up on her.

[Steel]

Kusha stood in silent fury for a moment. This entire interaction had thrown her completely off-balance. She was supposed to breeze in and make Rakesh feel awkward with how cool, calm, and competent she could be. Now she was standing on his doorstep waiting for the nasty slug of a man to finish having sex?

No. She refused. She would just get back in her car and drive back to the office. Tell Payal the meeting had to be rescheduled. She had already taken a few steps toward her car when she stopped with a grimace of frustration on her face. She was the one who had made the screw-up here. If she had come an hour later, when the meeting was apparently scheduled, Rakesh would have been ready for the meeting. Leaving now would only make her look more unprofessional.
She turned stiffly back to the door, boiling with impotent anger while she waited a few long, infuriating minutes for Rakesh to come down and let her in.

Finally, the door swung open, and Kusha was face to face with Rakesh for the first time in years. Kusha looked at the scruffy man with barely concealed contempt. He was broad-framed but completely untidy, with unpleasantly visible chest hair and thick, greasy hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Rakesh certainly wasn't as tall as Sharath and looked overweight in those loose clothes. It had been a while since Kusha had seen him in person. He was maybe even uglier than she remembered, and it surprised her in that moment that even gold diggers wouldn’t be interested in this repulsive man. He was wearing a thick burgundy robe that thankfully fully concealed his body.

"Kusha!" exclaimed Rakesh with a big crooked smile, sticking out a pudgy hand for a handshake. "Long time no see. Glad you could make it soo, heh... punctually." Kusha stared at his hand and had to repress an urge to slap it away. This was the worst part of Rakesh. Not how he looked: people couldn't help it if they were ugly. No, the problem was his utter, unshakable confidence. Despite looks that would make any reasonable person self-conscious, there was a lurking arrogance behind his eyes. A sense that he thought he was better than everyone he met.

Kusha ignored the hand and instead put on a cold little customer-service smile. "Let's get straight to business, shall we, Mr. Kumar?" Rakesh withdrew the offered handshake, but instead of looking annoyed or confused by the slight, a little smirk crossed his face as his hand dropped to his side. Rage bubbled up inside her. What exactly did he mean by that expression? She felt completely off balance; even when she deliberately snubbed and disrespected him, Rakesh had somehow found a way to make her feel like she had made an embarrassing mistake.

[Steel]

Rakesh turned and gestured her into the house, and, wanting nothing more in the world than to get this over with, Kusha followed. "As you can see," said Rakesh conversationally over his shoulder as he led her through the spacious living room toward the stairs, "A little interior decorating is long overdue."

Well, Kusha couldn't disagree with him there. Rakesh had purchased expensive furniture and clearly had enough money to hire a cleaning service, but his home still gave off the unmistakable air of a bachelor pad. There didn't seem to be decorations of any kind on the walls or any surface, giving the whole place an odd, lifeless, sterile feeling. Even rental properties had cheap, generic artwork for God's sake. It made Kusha feel a little better as she followed Rakesh up the stairs. He might think highly of himself, but Rakesh seemed to have no taste at all when it came to decor. One area, at least, where she was unquestionably superior.

The improvement in her mood lasted until she entered Rakesh's bedroom. The unmistakable smell of sex hung in the air, immediately wrinkling Kusha's nose and turning her stomach. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.

Kusha supposed she should have realized that a woman would be here. She had heard a female voice in the background of the intercom after all, and it wasn't like she would hide or evaporate in the time it took Rakesh to hustle down the stairs. Rakesh's sex partner was currently dressed in a skimpy silk robe that showed off a scandalous amount of her lovely crossed legs, and was smoking a cigarette with a look of faint amusement on her cute features.

As Rakesh bustled inside, Kusha froze in the doorway, nonplussed at suddenly sharing the room with one of Rakesh's floozies. Just like Sharath had mentioned, this mystery woman was undoubtedly attractive, so she was no doubt one of the gold diggers who flocked around Rakesh. Not the type of person Kusha enjoyed associating with.

"Oh!" said Rakesh, noticing Kusha's surprise, "Of course. How rude of me. Kusha, this is Pooja. Pooja, Kusha."

[Steel]

Pooja raised an eyebrow and ashed her cigarette in an ashtray on the bed next to her. "Charmed," she said in a low, musical voice, her tone utterly insincere.

"Likewise," said Kusha stonily, her eyes pointedly running up and down Pooja's state of undress. "I'm guessing that you and Rakesh... work together?"

Pooja shrugged languidly and blew out a stream of smoke. "In a manner of speaking. I'm his accountant."

Kusha snorted with amusement at the joke, but neither Rakesh nor Pooja laughed. "She stopped by to try to convince me that I'm overpaying you," said Rakesh, flopping back onto the bed next to Pooja and throwing an arm around her casually.

Pooja accepted the thick, flabby arm around her waist without apparent discomfort, instead giving Kusha a cool, appraising look and saying, "Some of the top designers in the city would do the job for less than what you're asking."

Kusha glared at the small, sharp-looking woman, bewildered. Was she actually an accountant? Why in God's name would an attractive professional have sex with Rakesh? And she was apparently sharp as well: Rakesh certainly was overpaying for Kusha's services. Kusha didn't even know how to respond. Everything about this meeting felt like it was going against her. She had planned to sweep in as a powerful, unflappable professional and make Rakesh feel small. Now, not only had she looked unprofessional, but the quality of her work was being questioned.

She felt herself blushing and opened her mouth to say something, anything in retort, when, embarrassingly, Rakesh bailed her out.

"Shush, Pooja," said Rakesh with a chuckle, reaching down to give his accountant a little spank on the side of her ass, drawing a giggle from the confident little woman. "Since when has money ever been an issue for me? I know what I like, and I think Kusha can give me exactly what I'm looking for."

Rakesh's assistance was even less welcome than Pooja's disdain. To save herself from having to engage, Kusha pointedly turned away, pulled a small notebook from her purse, and sketched some notes as Pooja and Rakesh whispered and giggled back and forth to each other.

[Steel]

Luckily, it seemed like the job would be simple. The room was just a box with one large window, a walk-in closet, and an en-suite bathroom. Nothing particularly notable design-wise, and no architectural quirks to work around. Kusha lost herself in the work, eyeballing a few basic measurements, then snapping a few pictures with her phone as references for when she sketched her proposal. She felt some of the embarrassment and frustration ebb away as she went through the motions, and by the time she turned back to her infuriating patron, she felt a bit calmer.

"I would recommend a sleek modernist redesign," she said in clipped tones. "That way, the bedroom won't clash with the rest of your house's decor... or lack thereof, I suppose. I can sketch a proposal for you by the end of the week and present some artwork options that are within the project's budget for your approval." There. All he needed to do was agree, and Kusha could get out of here and leave this awkward meeting behind her.

Rakesh looked thoughtful, pursing his lips. "Hmph. Well, it's certainly impressive that you could come up with a plan just like that, but I'm afraid that "sleek modernism" just isn't what I had in mind."

Kusha gritted her teeth. "Mr. Kumar, in my professional opinion, this plan will..."

Rakesh cut across her protest in a firm voice. "Yeah, yeah, and I appreciate that, Kusha wusha. I do. But I hired you because I thought you had the creative spark to not just make something that looks good, but to design something in the style I want."

This arrogant little fucker... "Which is?" snapped Kusha.

"Masculine. Powerful," said Rakesh, his eyes boring into Kusha's. "To put it bluntly, I have a lot of guests in this room, Kusha. A lot. When a woman walks into this room, I want her to know immediately what kind of man I am. A dominant male. An alpha."

It might have been a little unprofessional, but Kusha couldn't help snort in derision and roll her eyes. "What," she asked disdainfully, "shall I get started commissioning a ten-foot granite statue of your dick?"

Rakesh met her mockery with a wide, unapologetic grin. "Let me know if you need reference photos," he said with a wink.

Kusha flushed red. She had walked right into that one. Mental note: don't be the first one to bring up sex around this creep. "Rakesh, you don't need to hire a decorator if you want to act like a neanderthal. Here: Mounted deer head on the wall there," she said, pointing with a withering expression and a cocked hip. "Bearskin rug on the floor, large size poster of the movie 'Animal' above the bed. There, now you look exactly like the type of guy who calls himself an 'Alpha'. You can have that consultation on the house."

Rakesh raised an eyebrow, and Pooja gave Kusha a flat, unimpressed glare, crossing one lovely leg over the other. "So you're saying you can't do it," said Rakesh lightly.

"I'm saying I'm not interested in doing it," corrected Kusha, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

"I get it," said Rakesh. "I've seen your portfolio. Soulless minimalism; that 'sleek modernist' look you tried to sell me. Oh, and breezy, feminine cottage-core. I thought you had the chops to work a little bit outside the box you've put yourself in, but hey, if you don't feel comfortable with that, I completely understand."

Kusha felt her blood boiling. All of the annoyances and frustrations of this trainwreck of a meeting came to a head as that smirking floozy Pooja laughed behind her hand. She opened her mouth, ready to show both of them the error of their ways…

[Sexone]

add pics and gif otherwise story will be dry. Visual impact matters

[Paty@123]

Good updates, He has started irritating her as per his plan

[ghost0011]

Like the way story is moving, waiting for the spicy update. Keep going