Adultery of ceo MAYA

[Naruto411]

As the car rolled to a quiet stop a kilometre in front of her mansion, the silence settled heavily between them. Maya’s heart was racing, her body still buzzing from the intensity of their drive together. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Arjun just yet; the thrill of their moments together lingered, filling her with an excitement she could barely contain. Her fingers trembled slightly, betraying her desire, her need for more.

Arjun didn’t say a word. He simply sat there, his gaze steady, his presence calming yet commanding, as if he knew exactly the effect he had on her. She wanted to say something, to invite him in or ask him to stay—anything to extend this moment. But a deep shyness held her back, and she felt the weight of her own longing settle over her.

Finally, she glanced his way, her eyes catching his. The look he gave her was warm but knowing, as if he could see through the professional armor she wore in her day-to-day life, straight to the vulnerable woman beneath. He leaned back slightly, as if allowing her space, but his gaze never wavered, holding her in place.

“You’re quiet, Maya,” he said softly, his voice low and smooth. “Are you sure there’s nothing more you want to say?”

She swallowed, her mind racing, searching for the right words. Her cheeks warmed, and she let out a nervous laugh, trying to mask the anticipation that thrummed through her. She wanted more, craved it deeply, yet the thought of voicing that desire felt almost too bold.

But Arjun seemed to understand her hesitation. He leaned in just a bit, his fingers brushing against her hand in a way that felt both gentle and grounding.

“You don’t have to say a thing,” he murmured, his voice a quiet reassurance. “You only need to decide when you’re ready to let go.” His words lingered in the air, a silent promise that he would be there, waiting, whenever she felt ready.


Arjun placed his hand on the console, his fingers just within reach, an unspoken invitation. Maya's heart skipped as she glanced at him, catching the subtle spark in his eyes. Without saying a word, she gently reached over, guiding his hand back to the place she had been craving. Her body remembered the electric tension from before, and as his fingers brushed against her, that familiar warmth began to spread through her once more.

He didn't pull away; instead, he let her take the lead, allowing her to set the pace and continue where they had left off. Her hand over his, she encouraged him, pressing herself against his touch, feeling a mix of shyness and exhilaration in taking this step. The quiet of the car, the dim lights from the mansion outside—it all felt like a cocoon, shielding them from the outside world.

Arjun’s fingers moved with an intentional slowness, each touch igniting her senses as he traced familiar paths. She felt her breaths deepen, anticipation building with each passing moment.

“Taking charge, are we?” he murmured, his voice low, laced with amusement and approval.

Maya blushed but didn’t falter, letting herself get lost in the closeness between them, the thrill of being exactly where she wanted.


This time, Maya was determined. She felt an urgent need to keep Arjun close, her body pressing into his hand, afraid that if she hesitated, he might pull away once again, leaving her aching with unfulfilled longing. With a slow, deliberate movement, she began to shift her hips, guiding herself around his fingers, letting them press against her in a way that ignited her senses.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she felt his fingers meet her rhythm. She wrapped herself around him, savoring the warmth, the pressure, the closeness she’d been craving. She closed her eyes, giving in fully to the feeling, losing herself in the quiet sanctuary of the car.

Arjun’s hand remained steady, his fingers responding to her without rushing, letting her lead. She felt her pulse quicken, the intimacy building, his quiet support giving her a boldness she hadn’t felt before. This was different—she wasn’t asking, she was taking, finally allowing herself the freedom to reach for what she wanted without holding back.

As her hips moved, she felt the tension in her body coiling, rising with each subtle motion. Arjun’s presence grounded her, his fingers warm and solid, a reminder that he was right there with her. The car, the quiet night, his hand steady beneath her touch—all of it felt thrillingly real, and she clung to the moment, determined to savor every second.



In that intense, dimmed cocoon of the car, Maya was utterly lost in the sensations overtaking her. Her breaths came in shivers, filling the air with quiet gasps, and her hips moved instinctively, following the rhythm of Arjun's fingers inside her. She felt his fingers press firmly, dragging delicious friction along her sensitive walls. Her body responded in kind, tightening around him, her thighs quivering from the intensity of the moment.

Her blouse had slipped lower in their earlier frenzy, and her breasts, flushed and bare, were exposed to the cool air in the car, her nipples hard and sensitive as they brushed lightly against the fabric still clinging to her shoulders. She didn’t care that anyone outside might see if they happened to pass by; her entire focus was on Arjun, on the way he moved his hand just so, sending shocks through her body with each precise, deliberate stroke.

With each thrust, his fingers curved slightly, pressing against that spot inside her that made her whole body arch and her back press hard against the seat. Her hands clutched at his arm, fingers digging in as she struggled to hold onto anything solid in the haze of pleasure overwhelming her. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans spilling from her lips, but the sounds escaped anyway—soft, urgent whimpers that only seemed to spur him on.

Her hips moved in sync with his hand, pressing herself harder against him, her body desperate for release. Each stroke sent a wet, obscene sound through the car, adding to the atmosphere of raw desire between them. The sound of her own arousal mingling with her gasps created a sense of utter abandon, making her forget the outside world completely. All that existed was Arjun, his hand firmly guiding her body, his touch lighting her up from within as he took his time, watching her reaction to every subtle move.

When she looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure, she saw a smirk tugging at his lips. He seemed to take pleasure in her surrender, watching her unrestrained movements, and the way she was so openly at his mercy.


Maya felt the texture of his fingers, each ridge and line adding to the intensity, amplifying her every sensation. Her grip tightened around his hand as she held him close, her body reacting instinctively to the steady roughness of his touch. She let herself go, her movements becoming more rhythmic, more insistent, a silent plea for more.

With her breaths coming faster, she hugged his hand against her, guiding it in sync with her movements. The tension between them grew thick, his fingers responding with a subtle firmness that left her craving every second. She could feel herself melting against his touch, the world outside fading as her focus narrowed to just this—this private moment, this quiet passion.

Her pace quickened as she wrapped herself around him, letting the sensation build. It felt as if every suppressed feeling, every hidden desire she’d kept buried, was finding release in his hands. She met his gaze briefly, seeing a flicker of something intense and unspoken in his eyes, grounding her even more.



Caught up in the heat of the moment, Maya’s voice emerged in a breathy whisper, tinged with vulnerability she hadn’t meant to reveal. “Do you… think of me as a slut?” she asked, barely able to meet his gaze, her words laced with both shame and a strange yearning for reassurance. “I’m married… yet here I am, shamelessly…”

Arjun’s fingers paused momentarily, and he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. His gaze softened, a warmth there that melted her remaining doubts.

“Maya,” he murmured, his voice firm but comforting, “you’re not a ‘slut’ or anything close to it. You’re a woman who knows what she wants, who deserves to feel alive, desired, cherished. Don’t diminish yourself or these moments we share.”

His words settled over her like a balm, easing the self-doubt that had lingered in the back of her mind. In that moment, she felt fully seen—not as a wife, not as a CEO, but as a woman who yearned for something real, something intimate, something that was just for her.

Reassured, she gave him a shy nod, and he smiled, guiding her back to the rhythm they’d created together, as if to tell her, without a single word, that her desires were nothing to be ashamed of.



Maya looked up at Arjun, her cheeks flushed, and in a voice barely above a whisper, she admitted, “I… I like it when you call me names. Even if you don’t mean it… I want you to call me those things.” Her gaze dropped, both embarrassed and excited, her heart racing at finally voicing this hidden desire.

Arjun's eyebrows lifted slightly, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. He placed his hand gently on her cheek, his voice deepening as he leaned in. “Is that what you want, Maya?” he murmured, his tone slipping into something darker, teasing. “You want me to remind you how shameless you are? To treat you like you’re desperate, needy… like you can’t get enough?”

She swallowed hard, nodding, feeling her pulse quicken at the thrill of his words. This unguarded side of her was something she’d only felt safe enough to reveal with him, and the way he leaned into her desires without judgment made her feel truly liberated.

Maya's breath hitched as she whispered, "Yes," her voice barely audible, filled with both anticipation and surrender. Her hips moved steadily, taking in his fingers with a rhythm that matched her growing desire. Each thrust made her crave more, her body yielding to his touch, guided by the thrill of their shared intimacy.

Arjun's smirk deepened as he watched her, his gaze intense. "So desperate," he murmured, his voice teasing yet firm. "So needy… like you can’t get enough, can you?” His words were exactly what she’d hoped for, and hearing them made her heart race, sending a thrill down her spine.

Her hips moved faster, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as his words sent her deeper into sensation. She felt a new level of release, free to embrace the part of herself she had never let anyone see before. In his hands, she felt seen, wanted, and delightfully unrestrained.


Maya's voice trembled as she looked up at him, her face flushed with desire. "Call me names," she whispered, almost pleading. "Slut-shame me. I want to hear it from you."

Arjun smirked, watching the effect his words had on her, how her body responded to each taunt. "You really are shameless, aren’t you?" he murmured, his voice rough. "A married woman, practically begging for this. So desperate, so needy... my little slut."

The words sent a wave of heat through her, and he could feel the way her body reacted, her love hole tightening around his fingers with each teasing insult. Her arousal only seemed to intensify, wet and throbbing, responding to every word he offered.

“Look at you,” he continued, voice low, a smirk on his lips. “So eager, so ready to let me have you. Can’t get enough, can you?”

Each taunt heightened her excitement, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his words pulled her deeper into the thrill of being vulnerable, feeling entirely under his control. She shuddered, feeling utterly seen, each word fueling her desire as she clung to his hand, lost in the moment.


As Maya’s breath came faster, her body tensing with the unmistakable approach of release, she looked up at Arjun, her eyes pleading. “More,” she whispered, her voice thick with desperation. “Please… call me those names. I need to hear it.”

Arjun’s smirk deepened, and he leaned close, his voice dark and teasing. “Look at you,” he murmured, his words dripping with lewd intent. “My dirty little slut, losing herself right here, so wet and eager for more. You’d do anything, wouldn’t you? You’re nothing but a needy little whore for me, aren’t you?”

The words pushed her over the edge, every syllable making her pulse with need. Her body tightened around his fingers, and she gasped, gripping him as the thrill of his taunts took her fully. The rawness of his words combined with the intensity of the moment left her utterly undone, breathing heavily, savoring every sensation he’d awakened within her.



As Maya’s hips moved eagerly, she whimpered, “More, please…” Her voice was thick with desperation, her body craving everything Arjun could give. Sensing her unrestrained need, he slid a second finger in, and the sound of her slick arousal filled the car, matching her soft, breathy moans.

Arjun’s gaze darkened as he took her in, watching the way her body responded without shame. “Just look at you,” he murmured, his voice laced with a taunting edge. “You really are my filthy little slut, aren’t you? Married, but here you are, taking every inch of my fingers without a second thought.”

The words seemed to set her ablaze, each taunt making her gasp as her hips bucked to meet his rhythm. “This is what you’ve been wanting all along, isn’t it?” he continued, leaning close as his fingers plunged deeper, setting a faster pace. “Begging for this, even if you can’t admit it. You’ll do anything to feel this again, won’t you?”

The intensity of his words, combined with his unrelenting movements, pushed her further, her moans growing louder as she surrendered completely. His fingers filled her just as his words did, bringing her to the very edge as she shuddered, fully embracing the intoxicating release of being exactly who she wanted to be with him.




Maya’s breath hitched as Arjun’s fingers moved within her, the sound of her slick arousal filling the car—a wet, rhythmic *slurp* with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, raw and unfiltered, as she clung to the seat.

“Ahh… yes… yes,” she whimpered, her hips pressing eagerly into his hand, desperate for more. “Fill me… don’t stop… please…”

Arjun watched her, a dark satisfaction in his eyes as he added a second finger, pushing deeper. The sounds intensified, her body responding with even wetter, needy *slurps* as he continued, each thrust filling her completely.

“You really are shameless,” he taunted, his voice a low growl. “My filthy little slut… you can’t get enough, can you?”

“Hmm… yes… like that…” she gasped, her body tightening around him as she surrendered, every word fueling her need. Her moans mixed with the lewd sounds filling the car, as her hips moved in perfect sync with his fingers, her body overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of sensation and surrender.




As Maya’s body finally trembled in release, she gasped, breathless, collapsing into the seat. Her satisfaction was only partial; a deeper, insatiable need still simmered within her. She glanced at Arjun’s drenched hand, and without hesitation, brought it to her lips, her eyes locked on his as she began to lick and suck, savoring every taste as a way of “cleaning” herself from his touch.

Arjun smirked, watching her with dark amusement, the intensity in his gaze making her flush. “Look at you, Mrs. Khan,” he murmured, his voice low and taunting. “The perfect, respected CEO—who’d ever imagine you’d be here, so eager to taste yourself off my fingers?”

Maya’s breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. “Yes, Arjun… I can’t help it…” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

He leaned in closer. “And you, the faithful, dignified wife… this is what you need, isn’t it? To be filled, taken, shown exactly what you’re made for?”

She shivered, nodding. “I… I need it, Arjun. More than I can explain…”

“Oh, I see that,” he replied, his words dripping with mockery. “The CEO who keeps her office blinds drawn, just so she can taste her own need on my hand. How shameless are you, Mrs. Khan?”

Her cheeks reddened, but her lips remained on his fingers. “If this is shameless, then I don’t want modesty,” she replied breathlessly, her voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, brushing a thumb across her lips. “A respectable wife, whose only ‘faith’ is in the thrill of every filthy word I say to her.”

She felt a surge of excitement. “And I want more, Arjun… please…”

“Oh, you will,” he promised, his voice darkening as he continued his taunts, each one making her shudder, each one confirming how much she needed him to say exactly what no one else dared.



Arjun’s gaze held hers, his eyes gleaming with the power he wielded over her in these moments. He let his fingers trail over her lips as she shuddered, feeling her surrender completely. His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, as he leaned closer.

"Who would ever believe," he murmured, "that the unshakeable Mrs. Khan—the CEO, the dignified wife—would be here, trembling and needy for every filthy word I say?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed but her gaze unwavering. “Only you know, Arjun… only you get to see this side of me.”

“That's right,” he continued, his voice teasing, each word deliberate. “The perfect, untouchable wife, here and now, ready to let herself be anything but respectable… just because I ask it of her.”

Her breath quickened as his words sank in, igniting something deep within her. She swallowed, barely able to find her voice. “I want to be everything you see, Arjun. Even if it’s… shameless.”

He let out a low chuckle, running a finger down her throat. “Oh, I know you do. You can say it, Maya. Say exactly what you want from me.”

She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a vulnerability she hadn’t shown anyone. “I want to be yours, Arjun. However you want me… I’ll be that.”

He traced his fingers along her jaw, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “You already are,” he said softly, his voice like a promise. And with that, he leaned in, sealing her words with a kiss that left no doubt of his power—and her desire to surrender to it fully.



Maya met his gaze, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. “Arjun,” she whispered, a hint of pleading in her voice, “call me what you want… say it all. I want to hear it.”

A smirk crept onto his face as he traced his fingers along her collarbone, savoring the control she was giving him. “You want to hear just how shameless you are, don’t you?” he murmured. “You want to be called out for what you’re doing, the way you crave this.”

She nodded, feeling a thrill course through her at his words. “Yes… I want it.”

He leaned in, his voice low and taunting, his breath warm against her ear. “Then listen well,” he said. “Because the dignified Mrs. Khan, the CEO everyone respects, is nothing but a shameless slut behind closed doors. A wife who can’t help but betray her vows… a woman who secretly craves to be called a whore.”

Her pulse quickened, and she felt a deep, undeniable rush of excitement as he continued.

“And that’s what you want, isn’t it?” he whispered, his tone both teasing and possessive. “To be my little secret… my obedient slut, even if the world thinks otherwise.”

Each word sent a shiver through her, and she felt herself surrendering further to his voice, her breathing growing more shallow. “Yes, Arjun,” she breathed. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Arjun’s gaze darkened, his expression satisfied. “Good,” he said softly. “Then you’re mine to keep, my perfect little secret.”


Maya's smile was filled with both anticipation and surrender as she looked up at him. “I’m yours, Arjun,” she whispered. “Your slut, your whore… whatever you want me to be. I’ll do anything you ask, just to feel this—just to have my needs fulfilled by you.”

Arjun’s expression softened for a moment, seeing her complete openness and vulnerability. Then his gaze darkened with satisfaction. “Good,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “Because that’s exactly what I want—a woman who isn’t afraid to be exactly who she needs to be for me.”