14-08-2024, 10:46 PM
Risabh ignored the phone call, his eyes never leaving hers. He resumed his decadent play, the line of champagne trailing down her neck to her collarbone. He watched as the bubbles popped against her skin, the golden liquid shimmering in the dim light. His tongue followed the path, and he felt a thrill as she shivered under his touch.
With a smirk, he continued his ministrations, moving to her armpits. The sweetness of the alcohol mingled with the musky scent of her arousal, and he groaned in appreciation. His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate skin, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat. Revathy's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't deny the sensation that shot through her body, the strange mix of repulsion and excitement.
Risabh pulled away, his gaze locked with hers. "How old was the youngest man to fuck you, Revathy?" he asked, his voice a low purr. "Or perhaps I should say, the least experienced?"
Revathy's cheeks flushed, the question hitting a nerve. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "What does it matter?" she retorted, her voice icy. "My age isn't what's on the table here, is it?"
SUMMARY^1: Risabh disregards a phone call and continues his erotic teasing with champagne, focusing on Revathy's neck and armpits, which evokes a mix of disgust and excitement from her. He then asks a provocative question about her past sexual partners, aiming to unsettle and dominate her.
Risabh chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but it does," he said, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of champagne. "Because, my dear, experience is a powerful aphrodisiac." His hand slid down her body, stopping at her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled it slightly down, exposing her wet, small triangular hairy patch on pussy. "And I aim to be the best you've ever had."
Revathy's breath hitched as he leaned in, his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He paused at the juncture, his breath hot and moist, before moving to her armpit again. The sensation was maddening, her body torn between the desire to push him away and pull him closer. He lapped at her, his tongue swirling around her nipple over her bra, before he moved back to tip of her her pussy.
"Tell me, Revathy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Am I the oldest man who's ever tasted this sweet nectar?" His teeth grazed her skin, sending a shiver through her body.
Revathy felt a flash of anger, but she knew better than to show it. Instead, she offered a seductive smile. "You're certainly not the youngest," she purred, her voice dripping with insinuation. "But I have a thing for experienced men."
Risabh's eyes darkened with lust, his hand moving to her panties again. "So, my instinct was right," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You do have a taste for the older, more... dominant type." His fingers slid beneath the fabric, teasing her clit.
Revathy's breath hitched as she felt his touch. "I prefer experience," she said, her voice strained. "But I've had my fair share of younger men, too."
Risabh's hand paused, his eyes flicking up to hers. "Really?" He smirked. "How young?" His fingers began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, making her squirm.
Revathy gritted her teeth, trying to keep her cool. "Young enough to remember their names," she said, her voice a challenge. "But old enough to know what they're doing."
Risabh chuckled, his hand moving faster. "How delightful," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "But none of them have ever made you feel like this, have they?" His voice was a low purr, a dark promise of what was to come.
Revathy couldn't deny the truth in his words. No one had ever touched her like this, with such a blend of tenderness and cruelty. She felt her anger giving way to a white-hot need, a need she had never admitted to herself. "What do you want from me?" she breathed, her body arching into his touch.
Risabh leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Everything," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "I want to own you, Revathy. I want to feel you scream my name when I fill every inch of you." He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming her, as his hand slid into her panties, his fingers delving into her wetness.
Revathy felt a mix of fear and excitement, his words a heady aphrodisiac. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like a mere object of desire. But as his fingers curled inside her, she couldn't help but feel a thrill, a wild, primal need that she hadn't felt in a long time. She pushed back against his hand, her hips moving in time with his strokes.
Risabh pulled away, his eyes raking over her body. "You're so beautiful, Revathy," he murmured, his voice a soft caress. "Especially this," he said, his thumb tracing the outline of her triangular patch of hair.
Revathy felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart racing. She had always been self-conscious about her body hair, especially in the bedroom. "It's just... I didn't know you'd notice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Risabh's smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course I noticed," he said, his voice low and seductive. "It's like a secret garden, just waiting to be explored." His thumb moved in gentle circles around the patch, his touch feather-light. "You're so beautiful, Revathy. Don't ever be embarrassed by what makes you unique."
SUMMARY^1: Risabh's dominant behavior and skilled touch overwhelm Revathy, making her feel desired and owned. He praises her unique beauty, particularly her unshaved pussy, which he compares to a secret garden, making her feel self-conscious but also special and desired.
The doorbell rang, piercing the intimate moment. Relief flooded through Revathy as she realized it was the food they had ordered. It was the perfect distraction, a way to collect herself before she did something she might regret. She started to get up, but Risabh's hand shot out, his fingers digging into her belly. "Let me," he said, his voice still a purr.
Her heart racing, she watched as he sauntered to the door, his erection bobbing with each step. She couldn't believe he was leaving her like this, so exposed and vulnerable. But she knew better than to argue. As he opened the door, the waiter's eyes flickered to her, taking in her nakedness before quickly looking away. Risabh took the food from him, his hand lingering on her navel, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Thank you," he said, his voice oozing with a confidence that made her stomach twist. He paid the waiter and closed the door, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know," he said, his tone conversational, "I think you should stay just like this while I eat."
Revathy felt a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Risabh, please," she begged, trying to cover herself with her hands. But he just chuckled, his thumb circling her navel.
"You're so beautiful, Revathy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Why would I want to hide you?" He turned to the waiter, a smug smile on his face. "Thank you for your service," he said, handing the man a generous tip. "We won't be needing anything else."
The waiter nodded, his eyes lingering on Revathy's naked body before he quickly averted his gaze. Risabh closed the door, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever. He brought the food to the bed, the aroma of spices filling the room. "I ordered your favorite," he said, his voice still low and seductive. "But I think you've already had the main course."
Revathy's cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. "This isn't funny, Risabh," she snapped, trying to sit up. But he pushed her back down, his hand sliding down to her still-damp pussy. "I want you to remember this moment," he said, his eyes dark with intent. "Remember that you're mine."
He pulled out a condom from the bedside drawer, tearing it open with his teeth. "But don't worry," he said, his voice mocking. "We'll save the bareback for the minister." He rolled it on, his cock glistening with pre-cum.
Revathy closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. At least he had agreed to use protection, she thought, a small victory in this twisted game. The waiter's face flashed in her mind, a reminder of the humiliation she had just endured. But she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the anger that burned within her.
"Get on your hands and knees," Risabh ordered, his voice like a whip cracking in the air. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, but she knew better than to argue. With a resigned sigh, she complied, the soft mattress cushioning her knees.
SUMMARY^1: Risabh flaunts his control over the situation, making Revathy feel used and exposed. He teases her about saving bareback sex for the minister, reinforcing the transactional nature of their encounter. Despite her humiliation, she focuses on anger and complies with his command to get on all fours.
He positioned himself behind her, his hand firmly gripping her hip. "You know, Revathy," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "you really do look like a bitch in heat."
Revathy felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. Despite being a loving mother and a faithful wife, she couldn't deny the dark thrill that coursed through her veins. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like an object of lust so openly. It was wrong, she knew, but she found herself craving more.
Risabh pulled down her panties, revealing her ass to the cool air of the room. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the curve of her cheeks before he leaned in and whispered, "Such a beautiful ass, Revathy. any guy will crave to fuck it."
Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. It was as if he had reached into the darkest corner of her mind and pulled out her most forbidden desires. Despite her inner turmoil, she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her body. His hand came down hard on her left cheek, the smack echoing in the quiet room. She gasped, her eyes widening with shock. But she also felt a strange thrill, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
"I've never been spanked before," she murmured, her voice shaky.
Risabh's eyes glinted with amusement. "Really?" He said, his hand coming down again, this time on her right cheek. The sting was sharp, but the sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was strangely satisfying. "Well, there's a first time for everything."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, guess," he whispered, his cock nudging against her entrance. "Will it be your tight sexy ass or your greedy cunt?"
Revathy's heart raced. The vulgarity of his words only served to fuel her desire. "I don't know," she breathed, her voice shaky with anticipation. "Surprise me."
Risabh chuckled darkly. "Very well," he murmured, his hand moving to the base of his cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her pussy. "But remember, you asked for this."
Revathy felt a rush of wetness, her body betraying her. "I didn't ask for any of this," she hissed, trying to sound defiant. But the truth was, she was enjoying the thrill of the unknown, the dangerous edge that Risabh brought to the encounter. She could feel the tip of his cock pushing against her, the pressure building.
With one swift move, he plunged into her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her cry out.
The phone's ringing echoed through the room, a jarring interruption to the tension that had been building between them. Risabh's eyes narrowed, but before he could react, Revathy took the opportunity to slip away. She practically sprinted to the bathroom, her heart racing in her chest. The cool tile felt like a lifeline, grounding her as she leaned against the sink. She took deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. She had to get out of this situation, had to find a way to maintain her dignity and keep her job.
With trembling hands, she splashed cold water on her face, the shock of the chill sending a shiver down her spine. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, willing herself to calm down. The sound of the bedroom door opening made her jump, and she quickly composed herself, taking one last deep breath before walking out.
Risabh was still on the phone, his voice a low murmur as he paced the room. She took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip back into her dress, the fabric feeling foreign against her now-sensitive skin. As he hung up, she looked at him with a smug smile, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction that she had managed to avoid complete submission.
"Where were we?" she asked, her voice light and airy, as if they had merely been discussing the weather.
SUMMARY^1: The phone's ringing provides a momentary distraction, allowing Revathy to escape Risabh's grasp and compose herself in the bathroom. She returns to the room with a facade of calm, though her heart races with fear and arousal. She slips back into her dress and tries to regain control of the situation with a nonchalant question.
Risabh's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He knew she was toying with him, but he couldn't deny the thrill it brought him. "You're playing a dangerous game, Revathy," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Revathy shrugged, the smug smile never leaving her face. "Aren't we all?" she replied, her voice as sweet as honey. She knew she had to keep him guessing, to keep the power in her grasp as much as possible. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed demurely. "So, what's next in our little...arrangement?"
Risabh's expression grew dark, the mood in the room shifting like a storm cloud. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're done for tonight," he said, his voice clipped. He stood up, his hand reaching for his phone, which had been ringing incessantly. "There's been a...complication."
Revathy watched as he took the call, his face growing paler with each passing second. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone was enough to tell her that whatever was happening, it wasn't good. He paced out of the room in hurry, his free hand raking through his hair. The champagne bottle lay forgotten on the bedside table, the bubbles slowly dying out.
A strange sense of amusement bubbled up within her. She had allowed him to taste her, to think he had won, but she had ultimately escaped the full brunt of his depravity. It was a metaphor for the situation she found herself in - dancing on the edge of a cliff, always one step away from falling. But she wasn't going to let that happen. Not without a fight.
Revathy took a deep breath, letting the sound of the storm outside muffle the pounding of her heart. She had played along, let him believe he had control, but she had kept her cards close to her chest.
Her hand slipped under her dress, her fingers finding their way to the wetness that had been growing since he had first touched her. The need to cum was almost unbearable, a physical ache that resonated through her body. But she knew that giving in to her desires here, in this place, would be a mistake. It wasn't her bed, and she wasn't alone.
Revathy slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. She had to get out of there, had to get away from these sleezy moments. Her legs felt like jelly as she stumbled towards the elevator, her hand still between her legs, trying to ease the ache. The ride down was a blur, the lights flickering as the storm outside raged on. She couldn't get the image of Risabh's smug face out of her mind, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of a man who knew he had won.
The moment she stepped into the rain-soaked street, the cool drops on her skin brought her back to reality. She had to compose herself, had to get home. The city looked like a different place, the usual bustle replaced by a tense silence, the buildings looming like giants in the tempest. She hailed a taxi, her heart racing as she gave the driver her address. The car ride was a blur, the wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour.
Once back in hotel room, she stumbled into the shower, the hot water cascading down her body as she tried to scrub away the feel of his touch. But no matter how hard she washed, she couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on her, his breath on her neck, his cock inside her. She felt dirty, used, and she didn't know if she could ever look at herself in the mirror again.
With a smirk, he continued his ministrations, moving to her armpits. The sweetness of the alcohol mingled with the musky scent of her arousal, and he groaned in appreciation. His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate skin, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat. Revathy's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't deny the sensation that shot through her body, the strange mix of repulsion and excitement.
Risabh pulled away, his gaze locked with hers. "How old was the youngest man to fuck you, Revathy?" he asked, his voice a low purr. "Or perhaps I should say, the least experienced?"
Revathy's cheeks flushed, the question hitting a nerve. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "What does it matter?" she retorted, her voice icy. "My age isn't what's on the table here, is it?"
SUMMARY^1: Risabh disregards a phone call and continues his erotic teasing with champagne, focusing on Revathy's neck and armpits, which evokes a mix of disgust and excitement from her. He then asks a provocative question about her past sexual partners, aiming to unsettle and dominate her.
Risabh chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but it does," he said, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of champagne. "Because, my dear, experience is a powerful aphrodisiac." His hand slid down her body, stopping at her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled it slightly down, exposing her wet, small triangular hairy patch on pussy. "And I aim to be the best you've ever had."
Revathy's breath hitched as he leaned in, his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He paused at the juncture, his breath hot and moist, before moving to her armpit again. The sensation was maddening, her body torn between the desire to push him away and pull him closer. He lapped at her, his tongue swirling around her nipple over her bra, before he moved back to tip of her her pussy.
"Tell me, Revathy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Am I the oldest man who's ever tasted this sweet nectar?" His teeth grazed her skin, sending a shiver through her body.
Revathy felt a flash of anger, but she knew better than to show it. Instead, she offered a seductive smile. "You're certainly not the youngest," she purred, her voice dripping with insinuation. "But I have a thing for experienced men."
Risabh's eyes darkened with lust, his hand moving to her panties again. "So, my instinct was right," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You do have a taste for the older, more... dominant type." His fingers slid beneath the fabric, teasing her clit.
Revathy's breath hitched as she felt his touch. "I prefer experience," she said, her voice strained. "But I've had my fair share of younger men, too."
Risabh's hand paused, his eyes flicking up to hers. "Really?" He smirked. "How young?" His fingers began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, making her squirm.
Revathy gritted her teeth, trying to keep her cool. "Young enough to remember their names," she said, her voice a challenge. "But old enough to know what they're doing."
Risabh chuckled, his hand moving faster. "How delightful," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "But none of them have ever made you feel like this, have they?" His voice was a low purr, a dark promise of what was to come.
Revathy couldn't deny the truth in his words. No one had ever touched her like this, with such a blend of tenderness and cruelty. She felt her anger giving way to a white-hot need, a need she had never admitted to herself. "What do you want from me?" she breathed, her body arching into his touch.
Risabh leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Everything," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "I want to own you, Revathy. I want to feel you scream my name when I fill every inch of you." He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming her, as his hand slid into her panties, his fingers delving into her wetness.
Revathy felt a mix of fear and excitement, his words a heady aphrodisiac. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like a mere object of desire. But as his fingers curled inside her, she couldn't help but feel a thrill, a wild, primal need that she hadn't felt in a long time. She pushed back against his hand, her hips moving in time with his strokes.
Risabh pulled away, his eyes raking over her body. "You're so beautiful, Revathy," he murmured, his voice a soft caress. "Especially this," he said, his thumb tracing the outline of her triangular patch of hair.
Revathy felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart racing. She had always been self-conscious about her body hair, especially in the bedroom. "It's just... I didn't know you'd notice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Risabh's smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course I noticed," he said, his voice low and seductive. "It's like a secret garden, just waiting to be explored." His thumb moved in gentle circles around the patch, his touch feather-light. "You're so beautiful, Revathy. Don't ever be embarrassed by what makes you unique."
SUMMARY^1: Risabh's dominant behavior and skilled touch overwhelm Revathy, making her feel desired and owned. He praises her unique beauty, particularly her unshaved pussy, which he compares to a secret garden, making her feel self-conscious but also special and desired.
The doorbell rang, piercing the intimate moment. Relief flooded through Revathy as she realized it was the food they had ordered. It was the perfect distraction, a way to collect herself before she did something she might regret. She started to get up, but Risabh's hand shot out, his fingers digging into her belly. "Let me," he said, his voice still a purr.
Her heart racing, she watched as he sauntered to the door, his erection bobbing with each step. She couldn't believe he was leaving her like this, so exposed and vulnerable. But she knew better than to argue. As he opened the door, the waiter's eyes flickered to her, taking in her nakedness before quickly looking away. Risabh took the food from him, his hand lingering on her navel, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Thank you," he said, his voice oozing with a confidence that made her stomach twist. He paid the waiter and closed the door, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know," he said, his tone conversational, "I think you should stay just like this while I eat."
Revathy felt a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Risabh, please," she begged, trying to cover herself with her hands. But he just chuckled, his thumb circling her navel.
"You're so beautiful, Revathy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Why would I want to hide you?" He turned to the waiter, a smug smile on his face. "Thank you for your service," he said, handing the man a generous tip. "We won't be needing anything else."
The waiter nodded, his eyes lingering on Revathy's naked body before he quickly averted his gaze. Risabh closed the door, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever. He brought the food to the bed, the aroma of spices filling the room. "I ordered your favorite," he said, his voice still low and seductive. "But I think you've already had the main course."
Revathy's cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. "This isn't funny, Risabh," she snapped, trying to sit up. But he pushed her back down, his hand sliding down to her still-damp pussy. "I want you to remember this moment," he said, his eyes dark with intent. "Remember that you're mine."
He pulled out a condom from the bedside drawer, tearing it open with his teeth. "But don't worry," he said, his voice mocking. "We'll save the bareback for the minister." He rolled it on, his cock glistening with pre-cum.
Revathy closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. At least he had agreed to use protection, she thought, a small victory in this twisted game. The waiter's face flashed in her mind, a reminder of the humiliation she had just endured. But she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the anger that burned within her.
"Get on your hands and knees," Risabh ordered, his voice like a whip cracking in the air. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, but she knew better than to argue. With a resigned sigh, she complied, the soft mattress cushioning her knees.
SUMMARY^1: Risabh flaunts his control over the situation, making Revathy feel used and exposed. He teases her about saving bareback sex for the minister, reinforcing the transactional nature of their encounter. Despite her humiliation, she focuses on anger and complies with his command to get on all fours.
He positioned himself behind her, his hand firmly gripping her hip. "You know, Revathy," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "you really do look like a bitch in heat."
Revathy felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. Despite being a loving mother and a faithful wife, she couldn't deny the dark thrill that coursed through her veins. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like an object of lust so openly. It was wrong, she knew, but she found herself craving more.
Risabh pulled down her panties, revealing her ass to the cool air of the room. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the curve of her cheeks before he leaned in and whispered, "Such a beautiful ass, Revathy. any guy will crave to fuck it."
Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. It was as if he had reached into the darkest corner of her mind and pulled out her most forbidden desires. Despite her inner turmoil, she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her body. His hand came down hard on her left cheek, the smack echoing in the quiet room. She gasped, her eyes widening with shock. But she also felt a strange thrill, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
"I've never been spanked before," she murmured, her voice shaky.
Risabh's eyes glinted with amusement. "Really?" He said, his hand coming down again, this time on her right cheek. The sting was sharp, but the sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was strangely satisfying. "Well, there's a first time for everything."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, guess," he whispered, his cock nudging against her entrance. "Will it be your tight sexy ass or your greedy cunt?"
Revathy's heart raced. The vulgarity of his words only served to fuel her desire. "I don't know," she breathed, her voice shaky with anticipation. "Surprise me."
Risabh chuckled darkly. "Very well," he murmured, his hand moving to the base of his cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her pussy. "But remember, you asked for this."
Revathy felt a rush of wetness, her body betraying her. "I didn't ask for any of this," she hissed, trying to sound defiant. But the truth was, she was enjoying the thrill of the unknown, the dangerous edge that Risabh brought to the encounter. She could feel the tip of his cock pushing against her, the pressure building.
With one swift move, he plunged into her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her cry out.
The phone's ringing echoed through the room, a jarring interruption to the tension that had been building between them. Risabh's eyes narrowed, but before he could react, Revathy took the opportunity to slip away. She practically sprinted to the bathroom, her heart racing in her chest. The cool tile felt like a lifeline, grounding her as she leaned against the sink. She took deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. She had to get out of this situation, had to find a way to maintain her dignity and keep her job.
With trembling hands, she splashed cold water on her face, the shock of the chill sending a shiver down her spine. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, willing herself to calm down. The sound of the bedroom door opening made her jump, and she quickly composed herself, taking one last deep breath before walking out.
Risabh was still on the phone, his voice a low murmur as he paced the room. She took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip back into her dress, the fabric feeling foreign against her now-sensitive skin. As he hung up, she looked at him with a smug smile, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction that she had managed to avoid complete submission.
"Where were we?" she asked, her voice light and airy, as if they had merely been discussing the weather.
SUMMARY^1: The phone's ringing provides a momentary distraction, allowing Revathy to escape Risabh's grasp and compose herself in the bathroom. She returns to the room with a facade of calm, though her heart races with fear and arousal. She slips back into her dress and tries to regain control of the situation with a nonchalant question.
Risabh's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He knew she was toying with him, but he couldn't deny the thrill it brought him. "You're playing a dangerous game, Revathy," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Revathy shrugged, the smug smile never leaving her face. "Aren't we all?" she replied, her voice as sweet as honey. She knew she had to keep him guessing, to keep the power in her grasp as much as possible. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed demurely. "So, what's next in our little...arrangement?"
Risabh's expression grew dark, the mood in the room shifting like a storm cloud. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're done for tonight," he said, his voice clipped. He stood up, his hand reaching for his phone, which had been ringing incessantly. "There's been a...complication."
Revathy watched as he took the call, his face growing paler with each passing second. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone was enough to tell her that whatever was happening, it wasn't good. He paced out of the room in hurry, his free hand raking through his hair. The champagne bottle lay forgotten on the bedside table, the bubbles slowly dying out.
A strange sense of amusement bubbled up within her. She had allowed him to taste her, to think he had won, but she had ultimately escaped the full brunt of his depravity. It was a metaphor for the situation she found herself in - dancing on the edge of a cliff, always one step away from falling. But she wasn't going to let that happen. Not without a fight.
Revathy took a deep breath, letting the sound of the storm outside muffle the pounding of her heart. She had played along, let him believe he had control, but she had kept her cards close to her chest.
Her hand slipped under her dress, her fingers finding their way to the wetness that had been growing since he had first touched her. The need to cum was almost unbearable, a physical ache that resonated through her body. But she knew that giving in to her desires here, in this place, would be a mistake. It wasn't her bed, and she wasn't alone.
Revathy slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. She had to get out of there, had to get away from these sleezy moments. Her legs felt like jelly as she stumbled towards the elevator, her hand still between her legs, trying to ease the ache. The ride down was a blur, the lights flickering as the storm outside raged on. She couldn't get the image of Risabh's smug face out of her mind, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of a man who knew he had won.
The moment she stepped into the rain-soaked street, the cool drops on her skin brought her back to reality. She had to compose herself, had to get home. The city looked like a different place, the usual bustle replaced by a tense silence, the buildings looming like giants in the tempest. She hailed a taxi, her heart racing as she gave the driver her address. The car ride was a blur, the wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour.
Once back in hotel room, she stumbled into the shower, the hot water cascading down her body as she tried to scrub away the feel of his touch. But no matter how hard she washed, she couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on her, his breath on her neck, his cock inside her. She felt dirty, used, and she didn't know if she could ever look at herself in the mirror again.
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