14-09-2024, 09:24 AM
As her boss’s hot seed floods her womb, Anita's eyes widen in a mix of shock and panic. Despite her exhaustion, she manages a weak protest. "No... you said you wouldn't..." she whimpers, her body trembling beneath him.
Supratim, still buried deep inside her, leans forward to whisper in her ear. "Shh, it's okay baby," he coos, his tone a perverse mix of tenderness and triumph. "I couldn't help myself. You felt too good."
Anita tries to squirm away, but her spent body betrays her. "But... what if..." she starts, her voice trailing off as the implications set in.
"Don't worry," Supratim soothes, running his hands along her sides. "If anything happens, I'll take care of it. You know I always have." His words, meant to comfort, only serve to remind Anita of their complicated history. She lets out a soft sob, overwhelmed by the physical and emotional intensity of the moment. Supratim slowly withdraws, watching with satisfaction as his seed trickles out of her now well-used pussy. "You're mine now, Rooney!" he murmurs, giving her ass a possessive squeeze. "Always have been, always will be."
Anita collapses fully onto the floor, too exhausted to argue or resist further. The weight of what's just happened settles over her like a heavy blanket. Her emotions are a turbulent storm as she lies there. Despite her exhaustion, her mind races. Betrayal cuts deep - Supratim broke his promise, violating her trust in a moment of selfish passion. The potential consequences of his actions weigh heavily on her.
Yet beneath the anger and fear, a twisted thrill courses through her. Supratim's primal claim on her body awakened long-buried desires she's tried to suppress. His domineering attitude and possessive words stirred something dark within her. Shame and guilt war with lingering arousal. She knows she should be furious, should push him away and run to Arijit. But part of her craves more, wants to submit fully to Supratim's control. Confusion clouds her judgment. Does she truly love Arijit, or has she been lying to herself all along? Supratim's actions have forced her to confront feelings she's long buried. As the haze of lust fades, fear creeps in. What if she becomes pregnant? How will this affect her relationship with her fiance? Can she trust her boss to keep his word about "taking care of things"?
On the other side of the door, Arijit's trembling hands fumble as he hastily gathers his belongings, desperate to escape the scene of his fiancée's defilement. His mind reels, unable to process the full weight of what he's just witnessed. He casts one last glance at the closed office door, imagining Anita's exhausted form still sprawled on the floor, marked and filled by another man. A toxic mix of shame, arousal, and fear courses through him as he realizes he can never unhear the sounds of her pleasure or unsee the sight of her surrender to her boss’s dominance.
Swallowing hard, Arijit makes a silent vow to keep this sordid encounter a secret. The thought of anyone discovering his role as a willing voyeur, of having to explain why he didn't intervene, is too much to bear. He'll have to live with this knowledge, this shame, alone.
Inside the office, Anita stirs slightly, her own mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Despite her exhaustion and the lingering anger at Supratim's broken promise, she knows she can't let anyone find out about this encounter. The potential consequences to her career, her reputation, and her relationship with Arijit are too severe.
As Arijit slips away, both he and Anita are united in their desperate need for secrecy.
After several minutes of heavy breathing and shared glances, Anita and Supratim slowly begin to gather themselves. They clean up as best they can with tissues from Supratim's desk, wiping away the evidence of their illicit encounter. Anita winces as she pulls on her clothes, her body aching from the intensity of their tryst. Her domineering, alpha male boss puts on his shirt and straightens his tie, a smug grin still playing at his lips. "Ready to face the world, darling?" he asks, his tone dripping with false innocence.
Anita shoots him a withering glare, but nods. They approach the door, Supratim's hand on the small of her back, a possessive gesture that sends conflicting shivers through her. As Supratim turns the handle and swings the door open, they both freeze in shock. The outside of the door is splattered with unmistakable streaks of dried semen. The implications hit them like a freight train.
"Oh my god," Anita whispers, her face paling. "Someone was... someone heard..."
Supratim's eyes narrow as he examines the evidence. "Fuck!!" he mutters, his earlier smugness evaporating. "But who?"
They exchange panicked glances, minds racing through possibilities. "Maybe that nosy intern, Sulekha, from accounting?" Anita suggests weakly.
"Or the night janitor." Supratim adds, his jaw clenching. "Whoever it was, they got quite the show."
The realization that an unknown voyeur had been there, listening and pleasuring themselves to their encounter, sends Anita's mind reeling. How much did they hear? How long were they there? And most importantly, what if they decide to talk? Anita's face drains of color as she stares at the damning evidence on the door. Her heart pounds so violently she fears it might burst from her chest. Cold sweat breaks out across her skin as panic claws its way up her throat.
"Oh gosh! Oh my gosh!!" she whimpers, her voice trembling. "This can't be happening. Supratim, what have we done?" She rounds on him, eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and fury. "This is your fault!" she hisses, jabbing a finger into his chest. "If you hadn't... if we hadn't..."
Supratim catches her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "Calm down," he says, his voice low and steady. "Panicking won't help anything."
"Calm down?" Anita's voice rises hysterically. "Someone watched us! They could tell everyone! I could lose my job, my reputation, Arijit..." At the mention of her fiancé's name, fresh waves of guilt and fear wash over her. What if Arijit finds out? The thought makes her knees weak.
Supratim pulls her close, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to her panic. "Listen to me," he murmurs. "No one's going to say anything. I'll handle this."
"But-"
"No buts," he cuts her off. "Go home. Act normal. If your fiancé suspects anything, it'll only make things worse." Anita wants to argue, wants to scream and rage against the situation they've found themselves in. But a small, traitorous part of her responds to Supratim's authoritative tone, wanting to submit to his guidance.
"O-okay," she finally manages, her voice small and uncertain. As Anita pulls away from Supratim's embrace and gathers her things to leave, her mind is a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Guilt and shame war with lingering arousal. Her body still tingles from Supratim's touch, even as her conscience screams at her betrayal of Arijit. She feels dirty, used - yet a part of her craves more. Anger simmers beneath the surface - at Supratim for pushing her boundaries, at herself for giving in so completely. Yet this anger is tinged with an undercurrent of excitement, a thrill at having been so thoroughly dominated.
A perverse sense of pride mingles with her shame. Despite her fear and guilt, part of her relishes being desired so intensely, being claimed so thoroughly. This realization only deepens her self-loathing. As she walks away from Supratim, Anita feels torn between two worlds. The safe, comfortable life she's built with Arijit now seems pale and insipid compared to the dark passion her boss offers. Yet the risks of pursuing this forbidden desire are terrifying.
She leaves, her body aching and her mind in turmoil, knowing that no matter what happens next, nothing will ever be the same again. The seed of temptation has been planted, and Anita fears it may have already taken root too deeply to ever truly excise.
In the meantime, as Arijit stumbles into the apartment he shares with Anita, his mind is a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as well. Shame burns hot in his chest. The memory of his own arousal while watching Anita's defilement makes him sick with self-loathing. What kind of man gets off on seeing his fiancée fucked by another?
Anger simmers beneath the surface - at Supratim for taking Anita, at Anita for submitting so completely, but mostly at himself for his cowardice in not intervening. Fear grips him like an icy fist. What if someone saw him? What if Supratim somehow knows he was there? The thought of confronting her boss makes Arijit's knees weak with terror. A twisted arousal still lingers, much to his disgust. The sounds of Anita's pleasure, the sight of her surrender - these images are seared into his brain, tormenting him with their perverse allure. Jealousy gnaws at his gut. The way Anita responded to Supratim, the passion in her cries - it was unlike anything she'd ever shown with him. This realization cuts deeper than any physical betrayal.
As he collapses onto the couch, Arijit knows one thing for certain - he must keep this quiet. Not just for the sake of salvaging his relationship with Anita, but out of fear of Supratim's potential retaliation. The thought of Anita's boss's smug, dominant demeanor makes Arijit's blood run cold. He sits in silence, dreading his fiancé’s return, knowing that every moment from now on will be tainted by the knowledge of what he witnessed. The secret festers within him, a toxic seed that threatens to poison everything he holds dear.
Supratim, still buried deep inside her, leans forward to whisper in her ear. "Shh, it's okay baby," he coos, his tone a perverse mix of tenderness and triumph. "I couldn't help myself. You felt too good."
Anita tries to squirm away, but her spent body betrays her. "But... what if..." she starts, her voice trailing off as the implications set in.
"Don't worry," Supratim soothes, running his hands along her sides. "If anything happens, I'll take care of it. You know I always have." His words, meant to comfort, only serve to remind Anita of their complicated history. She lets out a soft sob, overwhelmed by the physical and emotional intensity of the moment. Supratim slowly withdraws, watching with satisfaction as his seed trickles out of her now well-used pussy. "You're mine now, Rooney!" he murmurs, giving her ass a possessive squeeze. "Always have been, always will be."
Anita collapses fully onto the floor, too exhausted to argue or resist further. The weight of what's just happened settles over her like a heavy blanket. Her emotions are a turbulent storm as she lies there. Despite her exhaustion, her mind races. Betrayal cuts deep - Supratim broke his promise, violating her trust in a moment of selfish passion. The potential consequences of his actions weigh heavily on her.
Yet beneath the anger and fear, a twisted thrill courses through her. Supratim's primal claim on her body awakened long-buried desires she's tried to suppress. His domineering attitude and possessive words stirred something dark within her. Shame and guilt war with lingering arousal. She knows she should be furious, should push him away and run to Arijit. But part of her craves more, wants to submit fully to Supratim's control. Confusion clouds her judgment. Does she truly love Arijit, or has she been lying to herself all along? Supratim's actions have forced her to confront feelings she's long buried. As the haze of lust fades, fear creeps in. What if she becomes pregnant? How will this affect her relationship with her fiance? Can she trust her boss to keep his word about "taking care of things"?
On the other side of the door, Arijit's trembling hands fumble as he hastily gathers his belongings, desperate to escape the scene of his fiancée's defilement. His mind reels, unable to process the full weight of what he's just witnessed. He casts one last glance at the closed office door, imagining Anita's exhausted form still sprawled on the floor, marked and filled by another man. A toxic mix of shame, arousal, and fear courses through him as he realizes he can never unhear the sounds of her pleasure or unsee the sight of her surrender to her boss’s dominance.
Swallowing hard, Arijit makes a silent vow to keep this sordid encounter a secret. The thought of anyone discovering his role as a willing voyeur, of having to explain why he didn't intervene, is too much to bear. He'll have to live with this knowledge, this shame, alone.
Inside the office, Anita stirs slightly, her own mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Despite her exhaustion and the lingering anger at Supratim's broken promise, she knows she can't let anyone find out about this encounter. The potential consequences to her career, her reputation, and her relationship with Arijit are too severe.
As Arijit slips away, both he and Anita are united in their desperate need for secrecy.
After several minutes of heavy breathing and shared glances, Anita and Supratim slowly begin to gather themselves. They clean up as best they can with tissues from Supratim's desk, wiping away the evidence of their illicit encounter. Anita winces as she pulls on her clothes, her body aching from the intensity of their tryst. Her domineering, alpha male boss puts on his shirt and straightens his tie, a smug grin still playing at his lips. "Ready to face the world, darling?" he asks, his tone dripping with false innocence.
Anita shoots him a withering glare, but nods. They approach the door, Supratim's hand on the small of her back, a possessive gesture that sends conflicting shivers through her. As Supratim turns the handle and swings the door open, they both freeze in shock. The outside of the door is splattered with unmistakable streaks of dried semen. The implications hit them like a freight train.
"Oh my god," Anita whispers, her face paling. "Someone was... someone heard..."
Supratim's eyes narrow as he examines the evidence. "Fuck!!" he mutters, his earlier smugness evaporating. "But who?"
They exchange panicked glances, minds racing through possibilities. "Maybe that nosy intern, Sulekha, from accounting?" Anita suggests weakly.
"Or the night janitor." Supratim adds, his jaw clenching. "Whoever it was, they got quite the show."
The realization that an unknown voyeur had been there, listening and pleasuring themselves to their encounter, sends Anita's mind reeling. How much did they hear? How long were they there? And most importantly, what if they decide to talk? Anita's face drains of color as she stares at the damning evidence on the door. Her heart pounds so violently she fears it might burst from her chest. Cold sweat breaks out across her skin as panic claws its way up her throat.
"Oh gosh! Oh my gosh!!" she whimpers, her voice trembling. "This can't be happening. Supratim, what have we done?" She rounds on him, eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and fury. "This is your fault!" she hisses, jabbing a finger into his chest. "If you hadn't... if we hadn't..."
Supratim catches her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "Calm down," he says, his voice low and steady. "Panicking won't help anything."
"Calm down?" Anita's voice rises hysterically. "Someone watched us! They could tell everyone! I could lose my job, my reputation, Arijit..." At the mention of her fiancé's name, fresh waves of guilt and fear wash over her. What if Arijit finds out? The thought makes her knees weak.
Supratim pulls her close, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to her panic. "Listen to me," he murmurs. "No one's going to say anything. I'll handle this."
"But-"
"No buts," he cuts her off. "Go home. Act normal. If your fiancé suspects anything, it'll only make things worse." Anita wants to argue, wants to scream and rage against the situation they've found themselves in. But a small, traitorous part of her responds to Supratim's authoritative tone, wanting to submit to his guidance.
"O-okay," she finally manages, her voice small and uncertain. As Anita pulls away from Supratim's embrace and gathers her things to leave, her mind is a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Guilt and shame war with lingering arousal. Her body still tingles from Supratim's touch, even as her conscience screams at her betrayal of Arijit. She feels dirty, used - yet a part of her craves more. Anger simmers beneath the surface - at Supratim for pushing her boundaries, at herself for giving in so completely. Yet this anger is tinged with an undercurrent of excitement, a thrill at having been so thoroughly dominated.
A perverse sense of pride mingles with her shame. Despite her fear and guilt, part of her relishes being desired so intensely, being claimed so thoroughly. This realization only deepens her self-loathing. As she walks away from Supratim, Anita feels torn between two worlds. The safe, comfortable life she's built with Arijit now seems pale and insipid compared to the dark passion her boss offers. Yet the risks of pursuing this forbidden desire are terrifying.
She leaves, her body aching and her mind in turmoil, knowing that no matter what happens next, nothing will ever be the same again. The seed of temptation has been planted, and Anita fears it may have already taken root too deeply to ever truly excise.
In the meantime, as Arijit stumbles into the apartment he shares with Anita, his mind is a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as well. Shame burns hot in his chest. The memory of his own arousal while watching Anita's defilement makes him sick with self-loathing. What kind of man gets off on seeing his fiancée fucked by another?
Anger simmers beneath the surface - at Supratim for taking Anita, at Anita for submitting so completely, but mostly at himself for his cowardice in not intervening. Fear grips him like an icy fist. What if someone saw him? What if Supratim somehow knows he was there? The thought of confronting her boss makes Arijit's knees weak with terror. A twisted arousal still lingers, much to his disgust. The sounds of Anita's pleasure, the sight of her surrender - these images are seared into his brain, tormenting him with their perverse allure. Jealousy gnaws at his gut. The way Anita responded to Supratim, the passion in her cries - it was unlike anything she'd ever shown with him. This realization cuts deeper than any physical betrayal.
As he collapses onto the couch, Arijit knows one thing for certain - he must keep this quiet. Not just for the sake of salvaging his relationship with Anita, but out of fear of Supratim's potential retaliation. The thought of Anita's boss's smug, dominant demeanor makes Arijit's blood run cold. He sits in silence, dreading his fiancé’s return, knowing that every moment from now on will be tainted by the knowledge of what he witnessed. The secret festers within him, a toxic seed that threatens to poison everything he holds dear.
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