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CHAPTER 5 - The Evaluation
“He was quite the gentleman out there,” Alina remarked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I thought you called him an asshole and whatnot, but honestly, I found him genuine. Not once did I see any arrogance.” This was the third time she recounted her encounter with Sachin, her tone laced with admiration, painting a picture of the man I had branded as a rival.
“Hey, he’s different at work,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest. “He’s a decent guy, but not the best colleague.” I felt an unexpected thrill at her evident intrigue, a mixture of pride and jealousy stirring within me as I watched her light up while discussing him.
“He has such a great sense of fashion,” she continued, her fingers brushing over the dresses they had chosen together. “He helped me pick so many of these outfits, unlike you, who just leaves me to fend for myself in the dressing room.” Her words lingered in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her focus was entirely on Sachin, as if he had become the sun around which her thoughts revolved.
I leaned back slightly, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips, though it slipped past unnoticed as Alina continued to rave about my rival. Her voice flowed with infectious enthusiasm, each word a vivid brushstroke illustrating their time together. The collection she had chosen was eye-catching, a vibrant mix of colors and styles that veered away from her usual modesty, embracing a more contemporary Indo-western flair. I could already picture how breathtaking she would look in those dresses—each piece a testament to Sachin’s influence.
As she sifted through the garments, a bold red t-shirt caught my eye, igniting a playful idea in my mind—a perfect opportunity to catch her off guard. “Wow, this looks incredibly sexy and fits your body perfectly. Did you pick it out, or did Sachin have a hand in this?” I asked, my tone teasing, eager to see her reaction. A delightful flush crept across her cheeks, deepening into a rich crimson. But to her credit, she quickly regained her composure, her eyes narrowing playfully as she shot back, “Oh please, I have my own style. Sachin just helped me refine it a bit.” Her confidence sparkled, and I couldn’t help but admire her wit as she stood there, unfazed, ready to spar with me.. “What nonsense are you talking? Do you think I would let him pick something like this for me? I chose it, and it’s only for my dear husband’s eyes,” she declared, stepping closer and planting a teasing peck on my lips, her confidence a soothing balm against the simmering tension.
My mind raced as I tried to process her words, the way she had so effortlessly spun a web of deception right in front of me. Just hours ago, she had flaunted her curves in that dress for Sachin, and now, it was as if it existed solely for my eyes. “Slut,” Kunal’s voice echoed in my mind, but was she really? Before I could wrestle with my swirling doubts, Alina surged forward, capturing my lips with an urgency that caught me off guard.
I attempted to push her away, to regain some semblance of control, but she pressed in closer, her kisses fierce and demanding, as if she were trying to erase every thought that plagued me. The heat radiating from her felt intoxicating, her tongue dancing against mine with a boldness that sent shockwaves through me. I let her in, surrendering to the moment as she explored my mouth, her passion igniting something primal within me.
As the kiss deepened, I lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the wall, her body molded against the cool surface. “You think you can just tease me like that?” I murmured against her lips, my breath mingling with hers, the tension crackling between us. She grinned, mischief glinting in her eyes, “Oh, darling, I’m just getting started.”
I began by trailing soft kisses along her neck from behind, my lips grazing her skin as I slowly tugged down the zipper of her Kurta. The fabric parted, unveiling her back, with only the delicate strap of her bra remaining in place. Each kiss I placed along her spine was deliberate, my tongue teasingly exploring every curve, sending waves of heat radiating through her body. With every caress, I felt her tension mount, her breath hitching in response.
I slipped her Kurti off her shoulders, spinning her around to face me, her back pressed against the cool wall. Our lips collided in a passionate frenzy, my hands kneading her breasts through the lace of her bra, savoring the softness beneath my fingers. “Just hold that pose for a second,” I murmured, my voice low and charged as I pulled out my phone to capture these intoxicating moments for myself—and for Kunal.
She stood there, a vision of allure in just her black bra and leggings, the silver-grey veil framing her face like a halo. As I snapped a few pictures, I couldn’t resist teasing her further. “Alright, give me your best model look,” I commanded playfully, grinning at the way her confidence shone through.
“Raise your hands above your head. Stick out your chest. Squeeze those beautiful breasts. Pinch your nipples,” I instructed, enjoying the authority in my voice. This was a thrilling first for us—a bold exploration of her body for the camera. Alina had never done anything like this before, and the excitement flowing through me was electric.
With a playful smile, she obeyed, her confidence shining as she posed. I put my phone aside, unable to resist her charm any longer. I leaned in, capturing her essence with my lips as I unclasped her bra, letting it drop away like a forgotten secret. As my mouth brushed against her skin, I traced a warm path from her lips to her eager nipples, leaving a tantalizing trail of saliva that connected us. When I finally took her right nipple into my mouth, I heard her sharp breath, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. I teased and nibbled, each flick of my tongue sparking a fire within her, while my other hand worked its magic on her left breast, squeezing and caressing with passion.
“God, you’re impossible,” she gasped, a mix of pleasure and mischief dancing in her eyes. The way she moved under my touch, lost in the sensations, was intoxicating. I could see her slipping into a blissful daze, and I reveled in the power of it all—her body responding to my every command, surrendering to the pleasure we were creating together.
I could feel the moment drawing near when I would claim her completely. As I leaned in to kiss her again, my hand slid beneath the fabric of her leggings, fingers gliding across her soft skin until they found her clit. The instant I made contact, she bit down on my lip, a sharp mix of surprise and pleasure that made me pull back and lock eyes with her.
Her gaze was ablaze with unfiltered desire, a hunger I had never witnessed before in our intimate moments. She looked like a woman on the brink, craving something—anything—to fill her. It was as if the very essence of lust poured from her, raw and unrestrained, and the sight of her flushed cheeks framed by her veil sent a thrill through me.
“God, you’re insatiable,” I teased, my voice low and playful, yet thick with need. But she only smirked, a wicked glint in her eye that told me she was ready for more.
As I continued to tease her clit, our eyes remained locked, a silent conversation of longing and urgency. I could feel the heat radiating from her, her body responding eagerly to my touch. I relished the power I held, watching her face contort with pleasure, each flick of my fingers drawing her deeper into bliss.
With a steady, deliberate movement, I slid my fingers lower, feeling her slick warmth as I gently pushed one inside her. The gasp that escaped her lips was music to my ears, a sweet sound that echoed in the charged atmosphere between us.
“Mmmppph mmmphhh,” she whimpered as I slid a finger inside her, the warmth enveloping me. Her slickness coated my palm, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air. I began to thrust slowly, relishing the way her body responded, soft moans escaping her lips like sweet music. As I added another finger, the rhythm quickened, and her breath became a symphony of gasps and sighs.
For five delicious minutes, I watched her pleasure build, her body arching toward me, every movement an invitation to push deeper. The tension in her frame was palpable; she was teetering on the edge, ready to fall. “Don’t you dare stop now, you hear me?” she urged, her voice a sultry command, filled with desperate need. “Faster, faster, don’t hold back!”
The urgency in her tone spurred me on, and I quickened my pace, my fingers plunging deeper, each thrust igniting her passion further. I could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes sparkling with unrestrained lust. Just as I felt her peak approaching, the shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment.
It was Kunal’s ringtone, a sound I usually ignored, but this time it pierced through the haze of our ecstasy. I hesitated, glancing at her face, where disappointment flickered like a dying candle. “No! Don’t you dare!” she protested, trying to snatch the phone from my grip.
I held firm, my voice steady yet apologetic. “This is work, Alina. It’s important.” Reluctantly, I stepped away, leaving her breathless and longing on the bed. As I moved out of the room, her frustration hung in the air like a thick mist. “Hello? Do you have any idea how terrible your timing is?” I snapped into the phone, knowing full well that I had just interrupted something electric.
“Did I interrupt your fun with the slut?” Kunal’s voice dripped with mockery.
“Yes, she was right on the edge of climax when your call barged in,” I replied
, irritation threading through my tone.
“You see, this is why you’re an amateur,” he shot back, his confidence unshakeable. I felt a frown tug at my lips, confusion creeping in. “Was she aroused when you got home?”
“Yes,” I admitted, the heat of the moment still lingering in my mind.
“Did she try to bite your cock off and chew your lips?”
“Not quite, but it was close,” I said, recalling her desperate hunger.
“Who do you think this lust is for? Why do you think your bitch is all worked up?” Kunal’s words struck like a whip, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. Alina had never acted like this before—never initiated anything. The realization hit me hard; it all pointed back to Sachin.
“Good that you’ve finally figured it out. But here’s the thing: you don’t get to fuck the slut. Keep her in heat; that way, it increases Sachin’s chances of slipping into her pants soon. Remember, no matter what happens, no matter how much she pleads or begs, you won’t give her the pleasure she craves. Keep the foreplay going, keep her wanting, but don’t let her reach climax. Leave her breathless and panting for more.”
The weight of the moment pressed down on me, a suffocating blend of desire and duty. I had to choose between my own pleasure and the instructions Kunal had laid out so clearly before me. The temptation to indulge was strong, but I knew I had to resist. I needed to create an opportunity to slip away from Alina tonight.
“Babe,” I said, feigning urgency as I grabbed my laptop bag, “it’s an emergency at work. I have to leave right now.”
Her eyes narrowed, flashing with frustration. “Seriously? It’s the weekend! Can’t those office folks give you a break? This is the only time we have together, and you’re ditching me?” Her voice trembled slightly, and I could see the hurt pooling in her gaze, threatening to spill over.
I hated seeing her like this, almost on the verge of tears, her lips quivering with disappointment. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, but it’s important.”
I stepped closer, brushing my fingers against her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric of her abaya. The scent of her rose oil lingered in the air, intoxicating and bittersweet. Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, tasting the salt of her unshed tears. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
But I had to leave. With one last lingering look at her, I turned and walked out the door, the ache of her longing echoing in my chest.
“He was quite the gentleman out there,” Alina remarked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I thought you called him an asshole and whatnot, but honestly, I found him genuine. Not once did I see any arrogance.” This was the third time she recounted her encounter with Sachin, her tone laced with admiration, painting a picture of the man I had branded as a rival.
“Hey, he’s different at work,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest. “He’s a decent guy, but not the best colleague.” I felt an unexpected thrill at her evident intrigue, a mixture of pride and jealousy stirring within me as I watched her light up while discussing him.
“He has such a great sense of fashion,” she continued, her fingers brushing over the dresses they had chosen together. “He helped me pick so many of these outfits, unlike you, who just leaves me to fend for myself in the dressing room.” Her words lingered in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her focus was entirely on Sachin, as if he had become the sun around which her thoughts revolved.
I leaned back slightly, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips, though it slipped past unnoticed as Alina continued to rave about my rival. Her voice flowed with infectious enthusiasm, each word a vivid brushstroke illustrating their time together. The collection she had chosen was eye-catching, a vibrant mix of colors and styles that veered away from her usual modesty, embracing a more contemporary Indo-western flair. I could already picture how breathtaking she would look in those dresses—each piece a testament to Sachin’s influence.
As she sifted through the garments, a bold red t-shirt caught my eye, igniting a playful idea in my mind—a perfect opportunity to catch her off guard. “Wow, this looks incredibly sexy and fits your body perfectly. Did you pick it out, or did Sachin have a hand in this?” I asked, my tone teasing, eager to see her reaction. A delightful flush crept across her cheeks, deepening into a rich crimson. But to her credit, she quickly regained her composure, her eyes narrowing playfully as she shot back, “Oh please, I have my own style. Sachin just helped me refine it a bit.” Her confidence sparkled, and I couldn’t help but admire her wit as she stood there, unfazed, ready to spar with me.. “What nonsense are you talking? Do you think I would let him pick something like this for me? I chose it, and it’s only for my dear husband’s eyes,” she declared, stepping closer and planting a teasing peck on my lips, her confidence a soothing balm against the simmering tension.
My mind raced as I tried to process her words, the way she had so effortlessly spun a web of deception right in front of me. Just hours ago, she had flaunted her curves in that dress for Sachin, and now, it was as if it existed solely for my eyes. “Slut,” Kunal’s voice echoed in my mind, but was she really? Before I could wrestle with my swirling doubts, Alina surged forward, capturing my lips with an urgency that caught me off guard.
I attempted to push her away, to regain some semblance of control, but she pressed in closer, her kisses fierce and demanding, as if she were trying to erase every thought that plagued me. The heat radiating from her felt intoxicating, her tongue dancing against mine with a boldness that sent shockwaves through me. I let her in, surrendering to the moment as she explored my mouth, her passion igniting something primal within me.
As the kiss deepened, I lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the wall, her body molded against the cool surface. “You think you can just tease me like that?” I murmured against her lips, my breath mingling with hers, the tension crackling between us. She grinned, mischief glinting in her eyes, “Oh, darling, I’m just getting started.”
I began by trailing soft kisses along her neck from behind, my lips grazing her skin as I slowly tugged down the zipper of her Kurta. The fabric parted, unveiling her back, with only the delicate strap of her bra remaining in place. Each kiss I placed along her spine was deliberate, my tongue teasingly exploring every curve, sending waves of heat radiating through her body. With every caress, I felt her tension mount, her breath hitching in response.
I slipped her Kurti off her shoulders, spinning her around to face me, her back pressed against the cool wall. Our lips collided in a passionate frenzy, my hands kneading her breasts through the lace of her bra, savoring the softness beneath my fingers. “Just hold that pose for a second,” I murmured, my voice low and charged as I pulled out my phone to capture these intoxicating moments for myself—and for Kunal.
She stood there, a vision of allure in just her black bra and leggings, the silver-grey veil framing her face like a halo. As I snapped a few pictures, I couldn’t resist teasing her further. “Alright, give me your best model look,” I commanded playfully, grinning at the way her confidence shone through.
“Raise your hands above your head. Stick out your chest. Squeeze those beautiful breasts. Pinch your nipples,” I instructed, enjoying the authority in my voice. This was a thrilling first for us—a bold exploration of her body for the camera. Alina had never done anything like this before, and the excitement flowing through me was electric.
With a playful smile, she obeyed, her confidence shining as she posed. I put my phone aside, unable to resist her charm any longer. I leaned in, capturing her essence with my lips as I unclasped her bra, letting it drop away like a forgotten secret. As my mouth brushed against her skin, I traced a warm path from her lips to her eager nipples, leaving a tantalizing trail of saliva that connected us. When I finally took her right nipple into my mouth, I heard her sharp breath, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. I teased and nibbled, each flick of my tongue sparking a fire within her, while my other hand worked its magic on her left breast, squeezing and caressing with passion.
“God, you’re impossible,” she gasped, a mix of pleasure and mischief dancing in her eyes. The way she moved under my touch, lost in the sensations, was intoxicating. I could see her slipping into a blissful daze, and I reveled in the power of it all—her body responding to my every command, surrendering to the pleasure we were creating together.
I could feel the moment drawing near when I would claim her completely. As I leaned in to kiss her again, my hand slid beneath the fabric of her leggings, fingers gliding across her soft skin until they found her clit. The instant I made contact, she bit down on my lip, a sharp mix of surprise and pleasure that made me pull back and lock eyes with her.
Her gaze was ablaze with unfiltered desire, a hunger I had never witnessed before in our intimate moments. She looked like a woman on the brink, craving something—anything—to fill her. It was as if the very essence of lust poured from her, raw and unrestrained, and the sight of her flushed cheeks framed by her veil sent a thrill through me.
“God, you’re insatiable,” I teased, my voice low and playful, yet thick with need. But she only smirked, a wicked glint in her eye that told me she was ready for more.
As I continued to tease her clit, our eyes remained locked, a silent conversation of longing and urgency. I could feel the heat radiating from her, her body responding eagerly to my touch. I relished the power I held, watching her face contort with pleasure, each flick of my fingers drawing her deeper into bliss.
With a steady, deliberate movement, I slid my fingers lower, feeling her slick warmth as I gently pushed one inside her. The gasp that escaped her lips was music to my ears, a sweet sound that echoed in the charged atmosphere between us.
“Mmmppph mmmphhh,” she whimpered as I slid a finger inside her, the warmth enveloping me. Her slickness coated my palm, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air. I began to thrust slowly, relishing the way her body responded, soft moans escaping her lips like sweet music. As I added another finger, the rhythm quickened, and her breath became a symphony of gasps and sighs.
For five delicious minutes, I watched her pleasure build, her body arching toward me, every movement an invitation to push deeper. The tension in her frame was palpable; she was teetering on the edge, ready to fall. “Don’t you dare stop now, you hear me?” she urged, her voice a sultry command, filled with desperate need. “Faster, faster, don’t hold back!”
The urgency in her tone spurred me on, and I quickened my pace, my fingers plunging deeper, each thrust igniting her passion further. I could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes sparkling with unrestrained lust. Just as I felt her peak approaching, the shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment.
It was Kunal’s ringtone, a sound I usually ignored, but this time it pierced through the haze of our ecstasy. I hesitated, glancing at her face, where disappointment flickered like a dying candle. “No! Don’t you dare!” she protested, trying to snatch the phone from my grip.
I held firm, my voice steady yet apologetic. “This is work, Alina. It’s important.” Reluctantly, I stepped away, leaving her breathless and longing on the bed. As I moved out of the room, her frustration hung in the air like a thick mist. “Hello? Do you have any idea how terrible your timing is?” I snapped into the phone, knowing full well that I had just interrupted something electric.
“Did I interrupt your fun with the slut?” Kunal’s voice dripped with mockery.
“Yes, she was right on the edge of climax when your call barged in,” I replied
, irritation threading through my tone.
“You see, this is why you’re an amateur,” he shot back, his confidence unshakeable. I felt a frown tug at my lips, confusion creeping in. “Was she aroused when you got home?”
“Yes,” I admitted, the heat of the moment still lingering in my mind.
“Did she try to bite your cock off and chew your lips?”
“Not quite, but it was close,” I said, recalling her desperate hunger.
“Who do you think this lust is for? Why do you think your bitch is all worked up?” Kunal’s words struck like a whip, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. Alina had never acted like this before—never initiated anything. The realization hit me hard; it all pointed back to Sachin.
“Good that you’ve finally figured it out. But here’s the thing: you don’t get to fuck the slut. Keep her in heat; that way, it increases Sachin’s chances of slipping into her pants soon. Remember, no matter what happens, no matter how much she pleads or begs, you won’t give her the pleasure she craves. Keep the foreplay going, keep her wanting, but don’t let her reach climax. Leave her breathless and panting for more.”
The weight of the moment pressed down on me, a suffocating blend of desire and duty. I had to choose between my own pleasure and the instructions Kunal had laid out so clearly before me. The temptation to indulge was strong, but I knew I had to resist. I needed to create an opportunity to slip away from Alina tonight.
“Babe,” I said, feigning urgency as I grabbed my laptop bag, “it’s an emergency at work. I have to leave right now.”
Her eyes narrowed, flashing with frustration. “Seriously? It’s the weekend! Can’t those office folks give you a break? This is the only time we have together, and you’re ditching me?” Her voice trembled slightly, and I could see the hurt pooling in her gaze, threatening to spill over.
I hated seeing her like this, almost on the verge of tears, her lips quivering with disappointment. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, but it’s important.”
I stepped closer, brushing my fingers against her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric of her abaya. The scent of her rose oil lingered in the air, intoxicating and bittersweet. Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, tasting the salt of her unshed tears. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
But I had to leave. With one last lingering look at her, I turned and walked out the door, the ache of her longing echoing in my chest.
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