27-08-2024, 11:31 AM
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The passionate sounds of their kiss continue, punctuated by Anita's soft whimpers. Suddenly, you hear a sharp gasp followed by a low, throaty moan that sends shivers down your spine.
"Oh god," Anita breathes, her voice a mixture of shock and unmistakable pleasure. "You remembered..."
Supratim's deep chuckle fills the air. "How could I forget how much you love being bitten, babe? The way your body responds... it's intoxicating."
You strain to see more, catching glimpses of Supratim's mouth on Anita's neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Supratim's large hand cupping the back of Anita's head, tilting it to expose more of her dusky neck. His lips trail down her throat, leaving a glistening path in their wake. Suddenly, he bites down on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder, “Ahhhhhhhhhh……nggghhhhhhh!!!”, eliciting a strangled cry from Anita. Your cock throbs painfully as you listen to her groans and imagine the marks he's leaving, branding her as his.
The sound of Anita's pleasure sends a jolt through your body, a mixture of arousal and jealousy coursing through your veins. You watch, transfixed, as Supratim's mouth continues its assault on her neck, his beard scbanging against her soft skin. Anita's hands clutch at his broad shoulders, her body trembling with each nip and suck.
"Supratim, please," Anita pleads, her resistance wavering. "We can't... Arijit..."
"Shh," he soothes, and you see his large hands begin to roam over her petite frame. "Just feel, Anita. Remember how good we were together."
You watch, transfixed, as Supratim's palms glide over Anita's curves, cupping her modest breasts through her blouse. A strangled moan escapes her lips, and you feel a surge of humiliation and arousal.
"Your body remembers me," Supratim murmurs, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipples through the fabric. "It's singing for my touch."
"No...," Anita whimpers, clearly torn between desire and loyalty.
You see Supratim's hand slide down to Anita's hips, pulling her against him. The size difference between them is stark - his tall, lean frame dwarfing her petite body. You imagine how small, how helpless she must feel in his strong arms, and a wave of inadequacy washes over you.
"Tell me to stop," Supratim challenges, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me you don't want this."
There's a pause, filled only by Anita's ragged breathing. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for her response, equal parts dreading and craving her surrender. The response never comes.
Instead, the tension in the room thickens further as Supratim's fingers move to Anita's blouse, slowly unfastening the first button. "Supratim, stop," Anita protests, her hands covering his. "We can't do this."
"We both want this, Anita," he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear. "Why deny ourselves?"
You watch helplessly as he captures her lips in another searing kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip. “Mmmmphhhhhh…..”, Anita's whimper of pleasure sends a surge of rage and arousal through you.
"But Arijit..." she gasps as Supratim moves to the next button.
"Forget him," Supratim growls. "Can he give you what you need? What I can offer?"
Your jaw clenches at his words. No, you can't. Your public sector job barely covers the bills. The mortgage on your modest home depends on Anita's income from this job. The realization of your powerlessness fuels your anger.
Supratim continues his assault on Anita's senses, alternating between deep, passionate kisses and gentle bites along her neck. With each caress, each button undone, you see Anita's resistance waver.
"This is wrong," she whispers, but her body betrays her, arching into his touch.
You're torn between the desire to burst in and stop this and the paralyzing fear of confronting Supratim. He's not just physically imposing; his position in the company gives him power over your financial future.
As Anita's blouse falls open, you catch a tantalizing glimpse of her red lacy bra, the vibrant color a stark contrast against her olive skin. Supratim's hands waste no time exploring the newly exposed skin, his fingers tracing along her sensitive neckline. “Ahhhhhhh…..”, Anita shivers visibly, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
"God, you're exquisite," Supratim murmurs, his lips brushing against her collarbone. "I've missed this... missed you."
"Supratim, please," Anita whimpers, her hands pushing weakly against his chest. "We shouldn't... I'm engaged..."
But her protests lack conviction as Supratim's skilled fingers dance along her spine, eliciting another shudder. His large hands move lower, cupping her behind and pulling her flush against him.
"Your body remembers me, Anita," he growls, nipping at her earlobe. "It knows who it belongs to."
You watch, fists clenched in impotent rage, as Supratim's mouth descends to Anita's cleavage. Her sharp intake of breath is audible even from your hiding spot, and you know he's found one of her most sensitive areas.
"No... we can't..." Anita protests weakly, but her head tilts back, giving him better access.
The sight of your fiancée in another man's arms, her resistance crumbling, fills you with a toxic mix of humiliation and unwanted excitement. Your anger still burns hot, but you can't deny the growing tightness in your pants.
"Supratim, wait-" Anita's protest is cut short as her domineering boss suddenly grips her blouse and yanks it off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The aggressive action draws a shocked gasp from Anita, and you feel a surge of horror and helplessness.
Before she can recover, Supratim captures her lips in a searing kiss, one hand tangling in her hair. He tugs gently, tilting her head back. “Unnghhhhh!!!”, Anita lets out a low, involuntary moan that sends a jolt of unwanted arousal through you. Their tongues battle for dominance, but Supratim quickly takes control. He explores every inch of Anita's mouth, tasting, teasing, conquering. His large hand cradles the back of her head, fingers tangled in her long dark hair, holding her in place as he ravishes her. The kiss is primal, almost violent in its intensity. Supratim nips at Anita's full lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from her. He soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue before plunging back in, his mouth moving against hers with bruising force.
"You always loved that, didn't you?" Supratim murmurs against her lips, giving her hair another gentle pull. Anita's whimper of pleasure is unmistakable, and you watch her resistance waver further.
With a fluid motion, Supratim steps back and pulls his own shirt over his head. Your stomach drops as you see Anita's eyes widen, taking in his muscular, hair-covered chest. You know that look - it's pure, unadulterated desire.
"God, Supratim," Anita breathes, her hand reaching out involuntarily before she catches herself. "You're even more..."
"More what, Anita?" Supratim challenges, stepping closer. "More manly? More what you need?"
You feel a fresh wave of inadequacy wash over you. Your own smooth, less defined chest seems pitiful in comparison. The raw masculinity Supratim exudes is something you could never hope to match.
As Supratim pulls Anita against his bare chest, her hands splaying across his pecs, you're faced with a horrifying realization. Your fiancée is being seduced by everything you're not - and she's struggling to resist. The anger, humiliation, and forbidden arousal swirl within you, a toxic cocktail threatening to overwhelm your senses.
"Oh god," Anita breathes, her voice a mixture of shock and unmistakable pleasure. "You remembered..."
Supratim's deep chuckle fills the air. "How could I forget how much you love being bitten, babe? The way your body responds... it's intoxicating."
You strain to see more, catching glimpses of Supratim's mouth on Anita's neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Supratim's large hand cupping the back of Anita's head, tilting it to expose more of her dusky neck. His lips trail down her throat, leaving a glistening path in their wake. Suddenly, he bites down on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder, “Ahhhhhhhhhh……nggghhhhhhh!!!”, eliciting a strangled cry from Anita. Your cock throbs painfully as you listen to her groans and imagine the marks he's leaving, branding her as his.
The sound of Anita's pleasure sends a jolt through your body, a mixture of arousal and jealousy coursing through your veins. You watch, transfixed, as Supratim's mouth continues its assault on her neck, his beard scbanging against her soft skin. Anita's hands clutch at his broad shoulders, her body trembling with each nip and suck.
"Supratim, please," Anita pleads, her resistance wavering. "We can't... Arijit..."
"Shh," he soothes, and you see his large hands begin to roam over her petite frame. "Just feel, Anita. Remember how good we were together."
You watch, transfixed, as Supratim's palms glide over Anita's curves, cupping her modest breasts through her blouse. A strangled moan escapes her lips, and you feel a surge of humiliation and arousal.
"Your body remembers me," Supratim murmurs, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipples through the fabric. "It's singing for my touch."
"No...," Anita whimpers, clearly torn between desire and loyalty.
You see Supratim's hand slide down to Anita's hips, pulling her against him. The size difference between them is stark - his tall, lean frame dwarfing her petite body. You imagine how small, how helpless she must feel in his strong arms, and a wave of inadequacy washes over you.
"Tell me to stop," Supratim challenges, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me you don't want this."
There's a pause, filled only by Anita's ragged breathing. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for her response, equal parts dreading and craving her surrender. The response never comes.
Instead, the tension in the room thickens further as Supratim's fingers move to Anita's blouse, slowly unfastening the first button. "Supratim, stop," Anita protests, her hands covering his. "We can't do this."
"We both want this, Anita," he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear. "Why deny ourselves?"
You watch helplessly as he captures her lips in another searing kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip. “Mmmmphhhhhh…..”, Anita's whimper of pleasure sends a surge of rage and arousal through you.
"But Arijit..." she gasps as Supratim moves to the next button.
"Forget him," Supratim growls. "Can he give you what you need? What I can offer?"
Your jaw clenches at his words. No, you can't. Your public sector job barely covers the bills. The mortgage on your modest home depends on Anita's income from this job. The realization of your powerlessness fuels your anger.
Supratim continues his assault on Anita's senses, alternating between deep, passionate kisses and gentle bites along her neck. With each caress, each button undone, you see Anita's resistance waver.
"This is wrong," she whispers, but her body betrays her, arching into his touch.
You're torn between the desire to burst in and stop this and the paralyzing fear of confronting Supratim. He's not just physically imposing; his position in the company gives him power over your financial future.
As Anita's blouse falls open, you catch a tantalizing glimpse of her red lacy bra, the vibrant color a stark contrast against her olive skin. Supratim's hands waste no time exploring the newly exposed skin, his fingers tracing along her sensitive neckline. “Ahhhhhhh…..”, Anita shivers visibly, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
"God, you're exquisite," Supratim murmurs, his lips brushing against her collarbone. "I've missed this... missed you."
"Supratim, please," Anita whimpers, her hands pushing weakly against his chest. "We shouldn't... I'm engaged..."
But her protests lack conviction as Supratim's skilled fingers dance along her spine, eliciting another shudder. His large hands move lower, cupping her behind and pulling her flush against him.
"Your body remembers me, Anita," he growls, nipping at her earlobe. "It knows who it belongs to."
You watch, fists clenched in impotent rage, as Supratim's mouth descends to Anita's cleavage. Her sharp intake of breath is audible even from your hiding spot, and you know he's found one of her most sensitive areas.
"No... we can't..." Anita protests weakly, but her head tilts back, giving him better access.
The sight of your fiancée in another man's arms, her resistance crumbling, fills you with a toxic mix of humiliation and unwanted excitement. Your anger still burns hot, but you can't deny the growing tightness in your pants.
"Supratim, wait-" Anita's protest is cut short as her domineering boss suddenly grips her blouse and yanks it off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The aggressive action draws a shocked gasp from Anita, and you feel a surge of horror and helplessness.
Before she can recover, Supratim captures her lips in a searing kiss, one hand tangling in her hair. He tugs gently, tilting her head back. “Unnghhhhh!!!”, Anita lets out a low, involuntary moan that sends a jolt of unwanted arousal through you. Their tongues battle for dominance, but Supratim quickly takes control. He explores every inch of Anita's mouth, tasting, teasing, conquering. His large hand cradles the back of her head, fingers tangled in her long dark hair, holding her in place as he ravishes her. The kiss is primal, almost violent in its intensity. Supratim nips at Anita's full lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from her. He soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue before plunging back in, his mouth moving against hers with bruising force.
"You always loved that, didn't you?" Supratim murmurs against her lips, giving her hair another gentle pull. Anita's whimper of pleasure is unmistakable, and you watch her resistance waver further.
With a fluid motion, Supratim steps back and pulls his own shirt over his head. Your stomach drops as you see Anita's eyes widen, taking in his muscular, hair-covered chest. You know that look - it's pure, unadulterated desire.
"God, Supratim," Anita breathes, her hand reaching out involuntarily before she catches herself. "You're even more..."
"More what, Anita?" Supratim challenges, stepping closer. "More manly? More what you need?"
You feel a fresh wave of inadequacy wash over you. Your own smooth, less defined chest seems pitiful in comparison. The raw masculinity Supratim exudes is something you could never hope to match.
As Supratim pulls Anita against his bare chest, her hands splaying across his pecs, you're faced with a horrifying realization. Your fiancée is being seduced by everything you're not - and she's struggling to resist. The anger, humiliation, and forbidden arousal swirl within you, a toxic cocktail threatening to overwhelm your senses.
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