27-11-2024, 08:42 AM
Chapter 26: The Puppet and Her Master : Part 1
"You don’t have to pretend to be asleep," Patode’s voice broke the silence of Namrata's room, carrying a knowing confidence with a touch of smug amusement. He stood in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a bold figure against the dim night light. His tone was laced with arrogance as he strode inside, his clothes casually slung over his shoulder, his chest still glistening faintly from his earlier exertions. His limp cock hung heavily between his thighs, the evidence of his conquest brazen and unmissable.
"I saw you peeking through the window," he continued, his sharp eyes locking onto the motionless figure beneath the covers. His smirk deepened as he sauntered closer to the bed, the air of superiority in his walk unmistakable. "I hope you enjoyed the show," Patode said with a cocky grin as he climbed onto the bed, his body still radiating the heat of his and Shipra's marathon fuck session. His tone was dripping with arrogance. "I gave your friend the proper fucking she had been craving—something her sorry excuse of a husband could never give her."
Namrata lay still under the sheets, biting back a grin as she listened to his self-satisfied commentary. Slowly, she rose, her wide grin spreading across her face, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I definitely enjoyed the show," she admitted, her voice low and sultry. The excitement in her tone was unmistakable. "So how was it, was it worth the wait?"
"Man oh man, that felt out of the world, definitely worth the wait. Don’t get me wrong, Namrata, sex with you is always amazing but you know my fetish for married women and the rush I get in bedding them, making them cheat their husband. It's a totally a heavenly feeling, which can't be experienced with an unmarried women. You understand, don’t you?" His voice softened slightly, a flicker of defensiveness creeping in as he gauged her reaction.
Namrata waved a dismissive hand, her grin never faltering. "Oh, Patode, don’t worry," she said with a casual laugh. "I am just happy that Shipra finally came term with her true self and her own desires. Now she'll understand how pathetic her husband is and what she has been missing all these years," Namrata’s voice carried an easy warmth, her words relaxed and understanding. "You know," she continued, her tone turning playful. "I was dying to join you two for a hot threesome just like that Sunday night, but I figured that might’ve been too much for poor Shipra to handle. After all, she was already struggling to come to terms with her own decision to go all the way with you." Namrata continued her voice soft and her tone understanding.
Patode leaned back against the headboard, his grin widening as relief washed over him. "That’s what I admire about you, Namrata," he said with genuine appreciation. "You’re so open-minded, so... fun. It’s rare to find someone like you." Then, his grin turned sly again as he raised an eyebrow. "So, tell me—how was the voyeuristic fun? I bet you were fingering yourself feverishly out there while you watched me wreck her."
Her grin widened, her cheeks flushing as she continued, "I couldn't believe it at first. I never thought Shipra would ever go all the way with you. I think I underestimated you Patode. The way you took her, broke her defenses and left her gasping for more was just exhilarating. It was so intense and downright sexy watching you two go at it like animals...." Namrata’s voice took on a husky edge as her excitement bubbled to the surface. "It was torture seeing you defile her not only physically but also mentally. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to be in her place, pinned under you, stuffed full of that monster cock of yours. My pussy is itching for a nice fuck."
Patode raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned back, his arms spread arrogantly against the headboard. "Oh, is that so?" he teased, his voice dripping with arousal. "Well, then. Why don’t you show me how much you want it and use that sexy mouth of yours to make me hard again. I have enough stamina left to pacify the the itch of you slutty cunt," Patode said suggestively as he parted his legs and gestured Namrata towards his cock.
Namrata’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she tossed the covers aside, revealing herself. Patode’s smirk deepened when he realized she was already naked waist down, her glistening folds proof of her arousal. She licked her lips, her cheeks flushed as she slid down onto the bed, positioning herself between his legs.
Raising her hips slightly, Namrata leaned forward, her eyes locked onto his as her tongue flicked teasingly against his shaft. A wicked smile played on her lips. "I’ve been waiting for this," she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "I have to admit, Patode, I felt a little jealous watching you with Shipra," she confessed, her tone low and husky. "And for that I’m not letting you off the hook until you make me feel just as good as you did her."
Her mischievous grin deepened as she began to take him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch. Patode groaned softly, his head tipping back as his fingers tangled into her hair, guiding her rhythm.
"Don’t be jealous, Namrata," he managed to say, his voice thick with pleasure. "I’ll take care of you. Just suck me back to full glory, and let’s see if you can outdo your friend tonight."
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"I’m so sorry, Sanju," Shipra said, her voice heavy with guilt. She looked at Sanju, who lay on the bed, her face pale and tired after the ordeal she had endured. "I should have assessed the risks of this investigation before diving headfirst into it. None of this should’ve happened. I was careless."
Sanju, who had been abducted by Saad’s men and rescued only last night, shook her head, her expression resolute despite her exhaustion. "No, madam," she replied firmly, her tone a mix of anger and gratitude. "Don’t blame yourself for the monstrous actions of that devil Saad and his goons. If anything, it’s my fault for pushing you into this investigation. I knew the risks, yet I insisted. I’m alive today only because of you and Mr. Patode. Please, don’t carry this burden alone."
Shipra lowered her gaze, her mind weighed down not just by Sanju’s words but by the events of the previous night. The act of infidelity with Patode haunted her, her emotions tangled in a web of guilt and confusion. Unable to face Patode or Namrata in the light of day, she had left early, seeking solace and clarity by visiting Sanju.
"I didn’t do anything," Shipra replied softly, her voice lacking its usual confidence. "It was Patode who got you out. You were right about him, Sanju. He’s resourceful, and now I understand why the women in the village look to him for assurance" She hesitated, her voice faltering. "I don’t know if I can continue this investigation. It’s putting everyone’s safety at risk."
Sanju sat up slightly, wincing but determined. Her eyes blazed with conviction. "You’re wrong, madam," she said, her tone fierce. "Look around you. Look at these women. Do you see their faces? They’re not afraid anymore; they’re ready to fight. This is because of you. You’ve given them hope, something they’ve never had before. You may think you didn’t do much to save me, but knowing you wouldn’t give up gave me strength. It kept me going. You cannot back out now."
Shipra looked at her, surprised by the fire in Sanju’s words. "Thank you, Sanju," she said after a moment, her tone still uncertain. "I want to continue, but I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me or this investigation."
"You don’t have to worry about that anymore," Sanju reassured her. "My brother is back now, and he won’t let anything happen to us. And with Mr. Patode already involved, this is the best chance we’ll ever have to bring Saad Hasan down. We can finally close his chapter for good."
Shipra nodded slowly, Sanju’s confidence beginning to chip away at her doubts. "You might be right," she said, her voice steadying. "But we can’t get ahead of ourselves. We need to be careful, Sanju. Tell the women to stay calm and not act impulsively. I’ll bring Patode here soon and discuss our next steps. Once we have solid evidence against Saad and everyone involved in this scam, we’ll take it to the authorities. Until then, we tread cautiously."
"Yes, madam," Sanju agreed, her tone softening. She folded her hands in gratitude. "We’ll do as you say. Thank you for everything."
"Just rest for now, Sanju," Shipra said, rising from her chair placing her hand on Sanju's. "I’ll be in touch." With that, she turned and left, her mind now set on the path ahead as she headed toward the branch, determination slowly replacing her guilt.
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"Where the hell have you been, you motherfucker? And where’s that son of a bitch Alokk?" Bhiva’s voice rang out, sharp and furious, as he leaned forward in his chair at the tea shop near the bus stand. His bloodshot eyes bore into Swapnil, who had just arrived, his bag still slung over his shoulder. "I expected you both to keep me informed about Sanju! But no, you two are fucking useless!" Bhiva spat, his fists clenched on the rickety table.
Swapnil took a step back, startled by the aggressive welcome. He had just returned from his uncle's house after attending a family function and Bhiva had called him to meet up at their usual spot. Swapnil hoped for a friendly welcome but clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. He was equally shocked with news of Sanju's abduction and what all happened while he was gone. Even though Sanju had returned, Bhiva was still pissed not only at Saad Hasan but also at Alokk and Swapnil.
"Look, man, calm down," Swapnil said, raising his hands in defense. "I wasn’t here when all this went down. I was attending a family function at my uncle’s place. I swear, I didn’t even know about Sanju’s abduction or her involvement with Saad Hasan’s shit otherwise I would have definitely kept you informed" His tone was defensive, tinged with exhaustion from the long journey.
Bhiva wasn’t satisfied. "And what about Alokk? Why hasn’t he shown his face? What the hell is going on with you two?"
Swapnil’s expression darkened at the mention of Alokk. "We’re not on speaking terms anymore," he said bitterly, his tone growing harsher. "That bastard and I had a falling out last week. As for where he is, I heard he and Hitesh got into some fight yesterday. Both of them got their asses handed to them. You’ll probably find them licking their wounds at Hitesh’s mobile shop."
Bhiva’s brow furrowed. "What fight? With whom? And why the hell aren’t you two talking? What happened between you and Alokk?"
Taking a deep breath, Swapnil settled into his chair, signaling to the tea vendor for a cup before he began. "It’s a long story," he muttered, rubbing his temples as though the memory pained him.
He launched into a detailed account of everything that had transpired during his absence. He started with how Shipra and Namrata had come to stay at his place as tenants, and how their presence had made Alokk mad with lust. He didn’t hold back about that infamous Sunday night, recounting every salacious detail about the events that had led to tension between him and Alokk.
"You know how Alokk is," Swapnil continued with a sigh. "The man’s got zero control when it comes to women. He was bound to get himself into trouble sooner or later. I warned him, but he wouldn’t listen. As for the fight? I’d bet my last rupee it was over some girl. Probably got a beatdown from someone who didn’t take kindly to his sleazy ways. Serves him right if you ask me. And I am sorry I didn't inform you all of this earlier."
Bhiva listened, his jaw tightening as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Swapnil shook his head, drained by the recounting.
"Look, Bhiva, I know it's quite difficult to remain calm after what happened" Swapnil said, standing up to leave. "But don’t go around doing something stupid, okay? I know you’re pissed, but Saad is a dangerous man. He’s not someone you can take on alone. If you’re planning some kind of revenge, think twice. This is bigger than you or me."
Bhiva grunted in response, his expression unreadable as he stared into his half-empty cup of tea.
"Take care of yourself," Swapnil added, giving him a pat on the shoulder before walking away. "Call me if you need anything."
As Swapnil vanished into the bustling crowd, Bhiva sat silently, his mind racing. Rage burned inside him, a searing need for vengeance fueling every breath. He had hoped reconnecting with his friends would calm the fury, but instead, it only left him more agitated.
With a growl, he flung his tea to the ground, the cup shattering as he stood abruptly. Jaw clenched and fists balled, he stormed off in the direction of Hitesh’s mobile shop. If nothing else, he would find out who had dared to beat up Alokk and Hitesh—and if venting his anger meant roughing up a few people, so be it.
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Shipra was busy sorting through some documents for her investigation work in the small congested storage room of Kasegoan branch. Her concentration was broken when she suddenly felt a strong, unexpected pressure on her hips. A hand, firm and assertive, slid down the curve of her waist, gripping her tightly and squeezing her ass. The suddenness of the touch took her by complete surprise. Her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively jerked away, her pulse quickening as she glanced over her shoulder in shock.
"Good afternoon, Shipra Ma'am," Patode greeted her with a wide, knowing grin as she turned behind. His voice was casual, but his eyes held a glint of mischief, a silent acknowledgment of the secrets they now shared. "You are looking ravishing in that saree today."
Shipra was dressed in an elegant light blue saree paired with a simple white blouse. The saree was dbangd with precision, sitting just above her navel, showcasing only a modest amount of skin. Her blouse was equally conservative, reflecting her refined style. However, for Patode, who had seen Shipra completly bare, her modest attire seemed irrelevant. His gaze lingered on her, his eyes undressing her with a silent, perverse hunger, completely disregarding the fabric she wore.
Shipra froze, caught completely off guard by his presence. The sudden encounter after the night they had shared made her mind spiral. Erotic and unrestrained flashes of the previous night flooded her thoughts—the heat of his touch, the whispered promises, the raw intensity. Her cheeks burned with shame, and her heartbeat quickened, betraying her composure.
"Patode," she said harshly, her voice low but firm. Composing herself quickly, she continued, "That was not funny, you cannot act like this in office Patode," she warned Patode as she glared at him anger.
Patode tilted his head slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched her getting angry. "I am sorry ma'am, I couldn't control myself. I hope I didn't frightened you" he said casually. "By the way where did you disappear to so early in the morning? I was waiting for you." His voice dropped slightly, a subtle reminder of the promise she had made to him.
"I left early to check on Sanju... I thought she might need some support after all that’s happened." She replied hastily trying desperately to steer the conversation away from anything remotely personal, but the memory of the night before was written all over her flushed face.
"Ah, Sanju," Patode said casually, his roving eyes fixed on her figure, his presence dominating the space. "I hope she's doing fine now,"
"Yes she's fine but why are you here? I thought you were taking care of the campaign work today coordinating with other branch managers," Shipra replied.
"Here," Patode reached into his pocket and presented a piece of paper toward her with an arrogant smirk.
Shipra grabbed the paper, grateful for the distraction. "What’s this?" she asked, scanning it quickly.
"It’s the report. In today's campaign we’ve manage to achieved 50% of our target, and it’s only the first day. We’ve got two more days to go before Sunday," he said proudly, his tone self-assured.
"That’s amazing work, Patode," Shipra replied, relief creeping into her voice. "Thank you for handling this so efficiently."
Patode’s grin grew smug. "Of course, Ma’am. I always deliver. But," he added after a beat, his voice thick with suggestion, "I would have loved it if you joined me. I mean, your presence would boost morale, don’t you think?"
Shipra hesitated, guilt gnawing at her. She knew Patode’s dedication stemmed less from his professional obligations and more from the dynamics they have fallen into where he expects sexual favors he in return for his efforts. "I’ll definitely join tomorrow," she said finally, forcing a smile. "I feel bad leaving all the work to you."
"Don't worry about it. As long as you are here I will take care of ALL your needs," Patode replied, his tone suggestive. After a moment, he leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "So, Ma’am..."
"So, what?" Shipra asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"What about my reward for my service?" he asked, his tone playful yet heavy with meaning, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
Shipra’s stomach flipped. She straightened in her chair, her hands fidgeting with the paper. "What reward, Patode?" she said sharply, trying to mask her unease. "I thought...I thought our agreement ended last night. You got what you wanted. Wasn’t that enough? Is there anything else you think about?"
Patode’s expression shifted, his casual demeanor giving way to a more serious and deliberate tone. He moved closer to her, his sharp eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her instinctively sit straighter. His posture reflected calculated intent, a man who knew exactly how to wield words as effectively as his charm.
"Now, now, Shipra ma’am," he began, his voice firm yet laced with a subtle undertone of hurt. "Let’s not reduce what happened last night to some transactional reward for my efforts. What I did for you and Sanju wasn’t motivated by the expectation of sexual favors. If you think that, then I must say—its quite hurtful. It insults not just my concern for you, but the respect I have for all women."
Shipra felt her cheeks flush as guilt and discomfort stirred within her. She fumbled with a stack of papers, pretending to be busy, but her hands trembled ever so slightly.
Patode didn’t miss the discomfort in Shipra's body language. He pressed on, his voice gaining a commanding edge, though his tone remained controlled. "Yes, I’ve been assisting you with your official duties for... let’s say selfish reasons. I won’t deny my intentions—I'm a man with desires. But, and this is critical, Shipra," he paused, letting his words sink in, "I have never forced you into anything. Every moment we’ve shared, every line we’ve crossed, was with your consent. My actions last night had nothing to do with my own gratification. They were driven by genuine concern—for your safety, for Sanju’s life, and for what’s right."
For a moment, his voice softened, tinged with what seemed like genuine emotion. "I take pride in standing up for what matters, and I thought you understood that about me." He leaned back slightly, his sharp gaze never leaving her face, though his tone grew quieter. "To think you’d see my actions through such a lens... that’s disappointing, Shipra. It hurts."
Shipra finally looked up, her eyes meeting his. There was a flicker of guilt in her expression, but also wariness. She hadn’t expected him to respond so earnestly—or to strike such a nerve. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.
Patode, however, was not a man easily deterred. He had spent years mastering the art of handling delicate situations, especially when it came to navigating the aftermath of his conquests. Last night had been a triumph, but he was no stranger to the hesitations, the second thoughts, and the moral dilemmas in married women that followed an act of infidelity. He knew how Shipra would react and was prepared to tackle her with his manipulative tactics.
He leaned forward again, this time with a calculated warmth in his voice. "I’m not saying this to make you uncomfortable or to guilt you, Shipra. I simply want you to know that what happened last night wasn’t about quid pro quo. Yes, I’m a flawed man with a...big sexual appetite, if we’re being honest. But I don’t blur the lines when it comes to the well-being of those I care about. Last night, it wasn’t about me. It was about protecting you, supporting you and showing you that YOU matter to me."
He let the silence settle for a moment, watching her closely, reading her like a well-thumbed book. Shipra’s shoulders sagged slightly, her defensiveness giving way to conflicted vulnerability.
But behind Patode’s words was a master strategist. He knew the psychological tightrope women like Shipra walked after crossing moral boundaries. He’d seen the guilt, the confusion, and the reluctance before. And he knew how to turn it in his favor. This wasn’t just damage control; it was manipulation wrapped in a veneer of concern. His goal was clear: keep Shipra tethered to him, make her feel understood, and subtly nudge her toward continuing their forbidden connection.
"Forget about our agreement and shit," he added softly, his tone gentle now, almost as if he were offering her a reprieve. "But don’t misunderstand me, Shipra. I respect you too much to ever trivialize what we shared—or what I did for you. If you choose to see it otherwise, well," he gave a small, sad smile, "then I suppose I’ve failed you." Patode ended his words and turned to leave.
The ball was now in her court, and Patode knew exactly how to wait, watching her internal struggle play out like a carefully choreographed dance. Shipra on the other hand was burdened by the feeling of having hurt the man who saved her and supported her all along. Trapped in Patode's cleverly woven words Shipra didn't even had the time to reflect on her action of the night and whatever she was going to do next.
"Wait, Patode," Shipra called out, her voice laced with urgency and guilt as he turned to leave. Her words stopped him mid-step, and he froze, his broad shoulders stiffening before he slowly turned his head toward her. She took a deep breath, her hands clasped together nervously, her gaze fixed on the floor as conflicting emotions churned inside her. "It was never my intention to demean your effort or insult you in any way," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I know your actions yesterday were genuine, and that’s precisely why I..." Her words faltered as she struggled to articulate her feelings. "That’s why I went all the way with you."
Her admission hung in the air, heavy and raw. "I’m sorry if I hurt you, Patode. It wasn’t my intention," she continued, her head still bowed, unable to meet his gaze.
Patode stood silently, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight shake of his head, he replied in a calm, measured tone, "You don’t have to explain yourself, ma’am. I get it." His voice was distant now, carefully composed. "I won’t bother you again."
He turned to leave, his steps slow and deliberate, but before he could take another step, Shipra acted on impulse. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, halting him in his tracks. "Patode," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
When he turned to face her, the conflict in her eyes was evident. Without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his in a frantic, desperate kiss. The initial shock in Patode’s expression quickly faded, replaced by a smirk that melted into fiery passion as he responded to her.
What began as hurried and clumsy quickly deepened into a searing embrace. Shipra cupped Patode’s face with both hands, her lips moving fervently against his, as if trying to convey everything she couldn’t put into words. Patode’s hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together as the kiss grew more intense.
Shipra finally broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she stepped back slightly, her palms still resting lightly on his face. Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of apology and arousal. "I appreciate you and your support, Patode," she said softly, her cheeks flushed. "I hope this shows you that I’m not insulting you or belittling your efforts. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." Her voice was shy yet earnest, her vulnerability laid bare.
Patode didn’t say a word. Instead, a sly grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he moved with deliberate confidence. He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him once again, his other hand wandering freely across her back. His fingertips glided over the soft fabric of her blouse, tracing the curve of her spine before sliding downward to cup her hips. Finally, his hand found its way to her saree-clad backside, gripping it firmly.
Shipra gasped into his mouth as he claimed her lips once more, this time with more fervor. His tongue darted past her lips, exploring her mouth with practiced ease, turning the kiss into a messy, passionate tangle of tongues. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the intensity of the kiss, as she surrendered to him completely, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support.
The room was filled with the sound of their heated breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as their bodies pressed against each other. But suddenly, a noise outside broke through the haze of their passion.
They pulled apart abruptly, their chests heaving, their faces flushed with arousal and the lingering adrenaline of almost being caught. Shipra glanced nervously toward the door, smoothing her saree and composing herself, while Patode leaned casually against the desk, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Now that," he said, his tone teasing yet triumphant, "gives me some assurance about your feelings toward me. But" His lips curled into a sly smile, his gaze fixed on her.
Shipra arched an eyebrow, her pulse still racing. "Now what, Patode?" she asked, her voice a mix of irritation and curiosity, though the arousal in her eyes was unmistakable.
Patode chuckled, his voice dropping to a low, mischievous tone. "But now," he said, pausing for effect as his gaze flicked downward, "you’ve got to do something about this little problem you’ve caused."
Her breath hitched as she followed his line of sight, her eyes landing on the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers. Heat rushed to her face and her pulse quickened, the intensity of the moment making her heart skip a beat. She quickly looked back up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of surprise and suppressed anticipation, her body betraying her conflicted emotions.
"You’ve got to be joking, Patode. We’re in an office full of people!" Shipra exclaimed, her voice a mixture of concern and irritation, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her lingering arousal.
Patode smirked, crossing his arms casually. "You should’ve thought about that before you kissed me like that, ma’am," he teased, his tone light but deliberately provocative. "How can I walk out like this? With you and me alone in here, don’t you think people might... talk?" He slowly unzipped his trouser, his grin widening.
Shipra's eyes narrowed as she glared at Patode. "This isn't funny" she said sharply, her voice edged with panic. "Someone could walk in at any moment!" Despite her stern tone, the faint tremor in her voice betrayed the war raging in her mind.
Patode, however, remained undeterred. He casually unzipped his pants, his hard cock springing free. "Then we'd better hurry" he said with an air of mischief, his lips curving into sly smile.
"Oh God Patode! Have you lost your mind?" Shipra hissed, her eyes darting toward the door. "Pull that thing inside! We can do this later-this evening, at my place. Please." Her plea carried a mix of urgency and desperation.
"No more promises Shipra," Patode countered, his tone firm. "Last night, you promised me another fuck session in the morning, but then you disappeared. And just now, you compared everything I've done for you to a business transaction." His words dripped with fake resentment, but his gaze burned with raw lust. "Besides, I've been horny alI morning, thinking about last night. I don't think I'll be able to lose this erection anytime soon. So, I suggest you should cooperate."
"It's too risky" Shipra whispered, trying to maintain her resolve. "And judging by last night, we don't have enough time for anything which will solve your problem."
"I can be quick if I want to. I promise it will be a quickie," Patode smirked as he started stroking his cock. "The officer and the teller are busy with rush of customers and I have instructed the sub staff not to disturb us as we are doing some important investigation work. So stop worrying and let us get this over with," Patode continued as his inched towards Shipra.
Shipra stood frozen lost in conflicting thoughts. Her mind battling against her body's betrayal. Every rational thought screamed for her to stop this madness, but the heat building between her legs drowned them out. Her body still remembered the intensity and number of orgasm he'd given her last night, and her traitorous pulse quickened with anticipation. She tried to look away from his throbbing erection, but her eyes refused to obey, her lips parting slightly as her breath grew shallow.
Patode seized the moment and in two swift steps, he closed the distance between them and pinned her against the wall. "No more stalling," he murmured, his voice gravelly with desire. With wasting another moment his hands moved with practiced ease, hiking up her saree along with her skirt above her knees.
Before she could protest, one of his hand slipped between her thighs and his fingers slipped under her panties, finding her pussy moist and ready. A soft gasp escaped Shipra's lips as he teased her folds and gently dipped his thick finger inside her just enough to make her shudder. He pulled back and held up his finger, now glistening with her arousal. "See?" he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You're already wet for me."
Shipra turned her head away, her cheeks flaming with shame. She pressed her lips together, torn between resisting him and surrendering to the growing ache in her cunt.
"Now lift your saree above your hips Shipra and pull your panties down," Patode demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And then turn around bending a little. I'll fuck you standing from behind. It's going to be a nice hard and quick fuck. Nothing like you've experienced before." He brought his finger to his lips, licking it slowly as he took a step back and waited for her compliance.
End of Chapter 26: The Puppet and Her Master : Part 1
"You don’t have to pretend to be asleep," Patode’s voice broke the silence of Namrata's room, carrying a knowing confidence with a touch of smug amusement. He stood in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a bold figure against the dim night light. His tone was laced with arrogance as he strode inside, his clothes casually slung over his shoulder, his chest still glistening faintly from his earlier exertions. His limp cock hung heavily between his thighs, the evidence of his conquest brazen and unmissable.
"I saw you peeking through the window," he continued, his sharp eyes locking onto the motionless figure beneath the covers. His smirk deepened as he sauntered closer to the bed, the air of superiority in his walk unmistakable. "I hope you enjoyed the show," Patode said with a cocky grin as he climbed onto the bed, his body still radiating the heat of his and Shipra's marathon fuck session. His tone was dripping with arrogance. "I gave your friend the proper fucking she had been craving—something her sorry excuse of a husband could never give her."
Namrata lay still under the sheets, biting back a grin as she listened to his self-satisfied commentary. Slowly, she rose, her wide grin spreading across her face, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I definitely enjoyed the show," she admitted, her voice low and sultry. The excitement in her tone was unmistakable. "So how was it, was it worth the wait?"
"Man oh man, that felt out of the world, definitely worth the wait. Don’t get me wrong, Namrata, sex with you is always amazing but you know my fetish for married women and the rush I get in bedding them, making them cheat their husband. It's a totally a heavenly feeling, which can't be experienced with an unmarried women. You understand, don’t you?" His voice softened slightly, a flicker of defensiveness creeping in as he gauged her reaction.
Namrata waved a dismissive hand, her grin never faltering. "Oh, Patode, don’t worry," she said with a casual laugh. "I am just happy that Shipra finally came term with her true self and her own desires. Now she'll understand how pathetic her husband is and what she has been missing all these years," Namrata’s voice carried an easy warmth, her words relaxed and understanding. "You know," she continued, her tone turning playful. "I was dying to join you two for a hot threesome just like that Sunday night, but I figured that might’ve been too much for poor Shipra to handle. After all, she was already struggling to come to terms with her own decision to go all the way with you." Namrata continued her voice soft and her tone understanding.
Patode leaned back against the headboard, his grin widening as relief washed over him. "That’s what I admire about you, Namrata," he said with genuine appreciation. "You’re so open-minded, so... fun. It’s rare to find someone like you." Then, his grin turned sly again as he raised an eyebrow. "So, tell me—how was the voyeuristic fun? I bet you were fingering yourself feverishly out there while you watched me wreck her."
Her grin widened, her cheeks flushing as she continued, "I couldn't believe it at first. I never thought Shipra would ever go all the way with you. I think I underestimated you Patode. The way you took her, broke her defenses and left her gasping for more was just exhilarating. It was so intense and downright sexy watching you two go at it like animals...." Namrata’s voice took on a husky edge as her excitement bubbled to the surface. "It was torture seeing you defile her not only physically but also mentally. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to be in her place, pinned under you, stuffed full of that monster cock of yours. My pussy is itching for a nice fuck."
Patode raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned back, his arms spread arrogantly against the headboard. "Oh, is that so?" he teased, his voice dripping with arousal. "Well, then. Why don’t you show me how much you want it and use that sexy mouth of yours to make me hard again. I have enough stamina left to pacify the the itch of you slutty cunt," Patode said suggestively as he parted his legs and gestured Namrata towards his cock.
Namrata’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she tossed the covers aside, revealing herself. Patode’s smirk deepened when he realized she was already naked waist down, her glistening folds proof of her arousal. She licked her lips, her cheeks flushed as she slid down onto the bed, positioning herself between his legs.
Raising her hips slightly, Namrata leaned forward, her eyes locked onto his as her tongue flicked teasingly against his shaft. A wicked smile played on her lips. "I’ve been waiting for this," she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "I have to admit, Patode, I felt a little jealous watching you with Shipra," she confessed, her tone low and husky. "And for that I’m not letting you off the hook until you make me feel just as good as you did her."
Her mischievous grin deepened as she began to take him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch. Patode groaned softly, his head tipping back as his fingers tangled into her hair, guiding her rhythm.
"Don’t be jealous, Namrata," he managed to say, his voice thick with pleasure. "I’ll take care of you. Just suck me back to full glory, and let’s see if you can outdo your friend tonight."
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"I’m so sorry, Sanju," Shipra said, her voice heavy with guilt. She looked at Sanju, who lay on the bed, her face pale and tired after the ordeal she had endured. "I should have assessed the risks of this investigation before diving headfirst into it. None of this should’ve happened. I was careless."
Sanju, who had been abducted by Saad’s men and rescued only last night, shook her head, her expression resolute despite her exhaustion. "No, madam," she replied firmly, her tone a mix of anger and gratitude. "Don’t blame yourself for the monstrous actions of that devil Saad and his goons. If anything, it’s my fault for pushing you into this investigation. I knew the risks, yet I insisted. I’m alive today only because of you and Mr. Patode. Please, don’t carry this burden alone."
Shipra lowered her gaze, her mind weighed down not just by Sanju’s words but by the events of the previous night. The act of infidelity with Patode haunted her, her emotions tangled in a web of guilt and confusion. Unable to face Patode or Namrata in the light of day, she had left early, seeking solace and clarity by visiting Sanju.
"I didn’t do anything," Shipra replied softly, her voice lacking its usual confidence. "It was Patode who got you out. You were right about him, Sanju. He’s resourceful, and now I understand why the women in the village look to him for assurance" She hesitated, her voice faltering. "I don’t know if I can continue this investigation. It’s putting everyone’s safety at risk."
Sanju sat up slightly, wincing but determined. Her eyes blazed with conviction. "You’re wrong, madam," she said, her tone fierce. "Look around you. Look at these women. Do you see their faces? They’re not afraid anymore; they’re ready to fight. This is because of you. You’ve given them hope, something they’ve never had before. You may think you didn’t do much to save me, but knowing you wouldn’t give up gave me strength. It kept me going. You cannot back out now."
Shipra looked at her, surprised by the fire in Sanju’s words. "Thank you, Sanju," she said after a moment, her tone still uncertain. "I want to continue, but I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me or this investigation."
"You don’t have to worry about that anymore," Sanju reassured her. "My brother is back now, and he won’t let anything happen to us. And with Mr. Patode already involved, this is the best chance we’ll ever have to bring Saad Hasan down. We can finally close his chapter for good."
Shipra nodded slowly, Sanju’s confidence beginning to chip away at her doubts. "You might be right," she said, her voice steadying. "But we can’t get ahead of ourselves. We need to be careful, Sanju. Tell the women to stay calm and not act impulsively. I’ll bring Patode here soon and discuss our next steps. Once we have solid evidence against Saad and everyone involved in this scam, we’ll take it to the authorities. Until then, we tread cautiously."
"Yes, madam," Sanju agreed, her tone softening. She folded her hands in gratitude. "We’ll do as you say. Thank you for everything."
"Just rest for now, Sanju," Shipra said, rising from her chair placing her hand on Sanju's. "I’ll be in touch." With that, she turned and left, her mind now set on the path ahead as she headed toward the branch, determination slowly replacing her guilt.
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"Where the hell have you been, you motherfucker? And where’s that son of a bitch Alokk?" Bhiva’s voice rang out, sharp and furious, as he leaned forward in his chair at the tea shop near the bus stand. His bloodshot eyes bore into Swapnil, who had just arrived, his bag still slung over his shoulder. "I expected you both to keep me informed about Sanju! But no, you two are fucking useless!" Bhiva spat, his fists clenched on the rickety table.
Swapnil took a step back, startled by the aggressive welcome. He had just returned from his uncle's house after attending a family function and Bhiva had called him to meet up at their usual spot. Swapnil hoped for a friendly welcome but clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. He was equally shocked with news of Sanju's abduction and what all happened while he was gone. Even though Sanju had returned, Bhiva was still pissed not only at Saad Hasan but also at Alokk and Swapnil.
"Look, man, calm down," Swapnil said, raising his hands in defense. "I wasn’t here when all this went down. I was attending a family function at my uncle’s place. I swear, I didn’t even know about Sanju’s abduction or her involvement with Saad Hasan’s shit otherwise I would have definitely kept you informed" His tone was defensive, tinged with exhaustion from the long journey.
Bhiva wasn’t satisfied. "And what about Alokk? Why hasn’t he shown his face? What the hell is going on with you two?"
Swapnil’s expression darkened at the mention of Alokk. "We’re not on speaking terms anymore," he said bitterly, his tone growing harsher. "That bastard and I had a falling out last week. As for where he is, I heard he and Hitesh got into some fight yesterday. Both of them got their asses handed to them. You’ll probably find them licking their wounds at Hitesh’s mobile shop."
Bhiva’s brow furrowed. "What fight? With whom? And why the hell aren’t you two talking? What happened between you and Alokk?"
Taking a deep breath, Swapnil settled into his chair, signaling to the tea vendor for a cup before he began. "It’s a long story," he muttered, rubbing his temples as though the memory pained him.
He launched into a detailed account of everything that had transpired during his absence. He started with how Shipra and Namrata had come to stay at his place as tenants, and how their presence had made Alokk mad with lust. He didn’t hold back about that infamous Sunday night, recounting every salacious detail about the events that had led to tension between him and Alokk.
"You know how Alokk is," Swapnil continued with a sigh. "The man’s got zero control when it comes to women. He was bound to get himself into trouble sooner or later. I warned him, but he wouldn’t listen. As for the fight? I’d bet my last rupee it was over some girl. Probably got a beatdown from someone who didn’t take kindly to his sleazy ways. Serves him right if you ask me. And I am sorry I didn't inform you all of this earlier."
Bhiva listened, his jaw tightening as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Swapnil shook his head, drained by the recounting.
"Look, Bhiva, I know it's quite difficult to remain calm after what happened" Swapnil said, standing up to leave. "But don’t go around doing something stupid, okay? I know you’re pissed, but Saad is a dangerous man. He’s not someone you can take on alone. If you’re planning some kind of revenge, think twice. This is bigger than you or me."
Bhiva grunted in response, his expression unreadable as he stared into his half-empty cup of tea.
"Take care of yourself," Swapnil added, giving him a pat on the shoulder before walking away. "Call me if you need anything."
As Swapnil vanished into the bustling crowd, Bhiva sat silently, his mind racing. Rage burned inside him, a searing need for vengeance fueling every breath. He had hoped reconnecting with his friends would calm the fury, but instead, it only left him more agitated.
With a growl, he flung his tea to the ground, the cup shattering as he stood abruptly. Jaw clenched and fists balled, he stormed off in the direction of Hitesh’s mobile shop. If nothing else, he would find out who had dared to beat up Alokk and Hitesh—and if venting his anger meant roughing up a few people, so be it.
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Shipra was busy sorting through some documents for her investigation work in the small congested storage room of Kasegoan branch. Her concentration was broken when she suddenly felt a strong, unexpected pressure on her hips. A hand, firm and assertive, slid down the curve of her waist, gripping her tightly and squeezing her ass. The suddenness of the touch took her by complete surprise. Her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively jerked away, her pulse quickening as she glanced over her shoulder in shock.
"Good afternoon, Shipra Ma'am," Patode greeted her with a wide, knowing grin as she turned behind. His voice was casual, but his eyes held a glint of mischief, a silent acknowledgment of the secrets they now shared. "You are looking ravishing in that saree today."
Shipra was dressed in an elegant light blue saree paired with a simple white blouse. The saree was dbangd with precision, sitting just above her navel, showcasing only a modest amount of skin. Her blouse was equally conservative, reflecting her refined style. However, for Patode, who had seen Shipra completly bare, her modest attire seemed irrelevant. His gaze lingered on her, his eyes undressing her with a silent, perverse hunger, completely disregarding the fabric she wore.
Shipra froze, caught completely off guard by his presence. The sudden encounter after the night they had shared made her mind spiral. Erotic and unrestrained flashes of the previous night flooded her thoughts—the heat of his touch, the whispered promises, the raw intensity. Her cheeks burned with shame, and her heartbeat quickened, betraying her composure.
"Patode," she said harshly, her voice low but firm. Composing herself quickly, she continued, "That was not funny, you cannot act like this in office Patode," she warned Patode as she glared at him anger.
Patode tilted his head slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched her getting angry. "I am sorry ma'am, I couldn't control myself. I hope I didn't frightened you" he said casually. "By the way where did you disappear to so early in the morning? I was waiting for you." His voice dropped slightly, a subtle reminder of the promise she had made to him.
"I left early to check on Sanju... I thought she might need some support after all that’s happened." She replied hastily trying desperately to steer the conversation away from anything remotely personal, but the memory of the night before was written all over her flushed face.
"Ah, Sanju," Patode said casually, his roving eyes fixed on her figure, his presence dominating the space. "I hope she's doing fine now,"
"Yes she's fine but why are you here? I thought you were taking care of the campaign work today coordinating with other branch managers," Shipra replied.
"Here," Patode reached into his pocket and presented a piece of paper toward her with an arrogant smirk.
Shipra grabbed the paper, grateful for the distraction. "What’s this?" she asked, scanning it quickly.
"It’s the report. In today's campaign we’ve manage to achieved 50% of our target, and it’s only the first day. We’ve got two more days to go before Sunday," he said proudly, his tone self-assured.
"That’s amazing work, Patode," Shipra replied, relief creeping into her voice. "Thank you for handling this so efficiently."
Patode’s grin grew smug. "Of course, Ma’am. I always deliver. But," he added after a beat, his voice thick with suggestion, "I would have loved it if you joined me. I mean, your presence would boost morale, don’t you think?"
Shipra hesitated, guilt gnawing at her. She knew Patode’s dedication stemmed less from his professional obligations and more from the dynamics they have fallen into where he expects sexual favors he in return for his efforts. "I’ll definitely join tomorrow," she said finally, forcing a smile. "I feel bad leaving all the work to you."
"Don't worry about it. As long as you are here I will take care of ALL your needs," Patode replied, his tone suggestive. After a moment, he leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "So, Ma’am..."
"So, what?" Shipra asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"What about my reward for my service?" he asked, his tone playful yet heavy with meaning, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
Shipra’s stomach flipped. She straightened in her chair, her hands fidgeting with the paper. "What reward, Patode?" she said sharply, trying to mask her unease. "I thought...I thought our agreement ended last night. You got what you wanted. Wasn’t that enough? Is there anything else you think about?"
Patode’s expression shifted, his casual demeanor giving way to a more serious and deliberate tone. He moved closer to her, his sharp eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her instinctively sit straighter. His posture reflected calculated intent, a man who knew exactly how to wield words as effectively as his charm.
"Now, now, Shipra ma’am," he began, his voice firm yet laced with a subtle undertone of hurt. "Let’s not reduce what happened last night to some transactional reward for my efforts. What I did for you and Sanju wasn’t motivated by the expectation of sexual favors. If you think that, then I must say—its quite hurtful. It insults not just my concern for you, but the respect I have for all women."
Shipra felt her cheeks flush as guilt and discomfort stirred within her. She fumbled with a stack of papers, pretending to be busy, but her hands trembled ever so slightly.
Patode didn’t miss the discomfort in Shipra's body language. He pressed on, his voice gaining a commanding edge, though his tone remained controlled. "Yes, I’ve been assisting you with your official duties for... let’s say selfish reasons. I won’t deny my intentions—I'm a man with desires. But, and this is critical, Shipra," he paused, letting his words sink in, "I have never forced you into anything. Every moment we’ve shared, every line we’ve crossed, was with your consent. My actions last night had nothing to do with my own gratification. They were driven by genuine concern—for your safety, for Sanju’s life, and for what’s right."
For a moment, his voice softened, tinged with what seemed like genuine emotion. "I take pride in standing up for what matters, and I thought you understood that about me." He leaned back slightly, his sharp gaze never leaving her face, though his tone grew quieter. "To think you’d see my actions through such a lens... that’s disappointing, Shipra. It hurts."
Shipra finally looked up, her eyes meeting his. There was a flicker of guilt in her expression, but also wariness. She hadn’t expected him to respond so earnestly—or to strike such a nerve. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.
Patode, however, was not a man easily deterred. He had spent years mastering the art of handling delicate situations, especially when it came to navigating the aftermath of his conquests. Last night had been a triumph, but he was no stranger to the hesitations, the second thoughts, and the moral dilemmas in married women that followed an act of infidelity. He knew how Shipra would react and was prepared to tackle her with his manipulative tactics.
He leaned forward again, this time with a calculated warmth in his voice. "I’m not saying this to make you uncomfortable or to guilt you, Shipra. I simply want you to know that what happened last night wasn’t about quid pro quo. Yes, I’m a flawed man with a...big sexual appetite, if we’re being honest. But I don’t blur the lines when it comes to the well-being of those I care about. Last night, it wasn’t about me. It was about protecting you, supporting you and showing you that YOU matter to me."
He let the silence settle for a moment, watching her closely, reading her like a well-thumbed book. Shipra’s shoulders sagged slightly, her defensiveness giving way to conflicted vulnerability.
But behind Patode’s words was a master strategist. He knew the psychological tightrope women like Shipra walked after crossing moral boundaries. He’d seen the guilt, the confusion, and the reluctance before. And he knew how to turn it in his favor. This wasn’t just damage control; it was manipulation wrapped in a veneer of concern. His goal was clear: keep Shipra tethered to him, make her feel understood, and subtly nudge her toward continuing their forbidden connection.
"Forget about our agreement and shit," he added softly, his tone gentle now, almost as if he were offering her a reprieve. "But don’t misunderstand me, Shipra. I respect you too much to ever trivialize what we shared—or what I did for you. If you choose to see it otherwise, well," he gave a small, sad smile, "then I suppose I’ve failed you." Patode ended his words and turned to leave.
The ball was now in her court, and Patode knew exactly how to wait, watching her internal struggle play out like a carefully choreographed dance. Shipra on the other hand was burdened by the feeling of having hurt the man who saved her and supported her all along. Trapped in Patode's cleverly woven words Shipra didn't even had the time to reflect on her action of the night and whatever she was going to do next.
"Wait, Patode," Shipra called out, her voice laced with urgency and guilt as he turned to leave. Her words stopped him mid-step, and he froze, his broad shoulders stiffening before he slowly turned his head toward her. She took a deep breath, her hands clasped together nervously, her gaze fixed on the floor as conflicting emotions churned inside her. "It was never my intention to demean your effort or insult you in any way," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I know your actions yesterday were genuine, and that’s precisely why I..." Her words faltered as she struggled to articulate her feelings. "That’s why I went all the way with you."
Her admission hung in the air, heavy and raw. "I’m sorry if I hurt you, Patode. It wasn’t my intention," she continued, her head still bowed, unable to meet his gaze.
Patode stood silently, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight shake of his head, he replied in a calm, measured tone, "You don’t have to explain yourself, ma’am. I get it." His voice was distant now, carefully composed. "I won’t bother you again."
He turned to leave, his steps slow and deliberate, but before he could take another step, Shipra acted on impulse. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, halting him in his tracks. "Patode," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
When he turned to face her, the conflict in her eyes was evident. Without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his in a frantic, desperate kiss. The initial shock in Patode’s expression quickly faded, replaced by a smirk that melted into fiery passion as he responded to her.
What began as hurried and clumsy quickly deepened into a searing embrace. Shipra cupped Patode’s face with both hands, her lips moving fervently against his, as if trying to convey everything she couldn’t put into words. Patode’s hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together as the kiss grew more intense.
Shipra finally broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she stepped back slightly, her palms still resting lightly on his face. Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of apology and arousal. "I appreciate you and your support, Patode," she said softly, her cheeks flushed. "I hope this shows you that I’m not insulting you or belittling your efforts. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." Her voice was shy yet earnest, her vulnerability laid bare.
Patode didn’t say a word. Instead, a sly grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he moved with deliberate confidence. He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him once again, his other hand wandering freely across her back. His fingertips glided over the soft fabric of her blouse, tracing the curve of her spine before sliding downward to cup her hips. Finally, his hand found its way to her saree-clad backside, gripping it firmly.
Shipra gasped into his mouth as he claimed her lips once more, this time with more fervor. His tongue darted past her lips, exploring her mouth with practiced ease, turning the kiss into a messy, passionate tangle of tongues. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the intensity of the kiss, as she surrendered to him completely, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support.
The room was filled with the sound of their heated breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as their bodies pressed against each other. But suddenly, a noise outside broke through the haze of their passion.
They pulled apart abruptly, their chests heaving, their faces flushed with arousal and the lingering adrenaline of almost being caught. Shipra glanced nervously toward the door, smoothing her saree and composing herself, while Patode leaned casually against the desk, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Now that," he said, his tone teasing yet triumphant, "gives me some assurance about your feelings toward me. But" His lips curled into a sly smile, his gaze fixed on her.
Shipra arched an eyebrow, her pulse still racing. "Now what, Patode?" she asked, her voice a mix of irritation and curiosity, though the arousal in her eyes was unmistakable.
Patode chuckled, his voice dropping to a low, mischievous tone. "But now," he said, pausing for effect as his gaze flicked downward, "you’ve got to do something about this little problem you’ve caused."
Her breath hitched as she followed his line of sight, her eyes landing on the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers. Heat rushed to her face and her pulse quickened, the intensity of the moment making her heart skip a beat. She quickly looked back up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of surprise and suppressed anticipation, her body betraying her conflicted emotions.
"You’ve got to be joking, Patode. We’re in an office full of people!" Shipra exclaimed, her voice a mixture of concern and irritation, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her lingering arousal.
Patode smirked, crossing his arms casually. "You should’ve thought about that before you kissed me like that, ma’am," he teased, his tone light but deliberately provocative. "How can I walk out like this? With you and me alone in here, don’t you think people might... talk?" He slowly unzipped his trouser, his grin widening.
Shipra's eyes narrowed as she glared at Patode. "This isn't funny" she said sharply, her voice edged with panic. "Someone could walk in at any moment!" Despite her stern tone, the faint tremor in her voice betrayed the war raging in her mind.
Patode, however, remained undeterred. He casually unzipped his pants, his hard cock springing free. "Then we'd better hurry" he said with an air of mischief, his lips curving into sly smile.
"Oh God Patode! Have you lost your mind?" Shipra hissed, her eyes darting toward the door. "Pull that thing inside! We can do this later-this evening, at my place. Please." Her plea carried a mix of urgency and desperation.
"No more promises Shipra," Patode countered, his tone firm. "Last night, you promised me another fuck session in the morning, but then you disappeared. And just now, you compared everything I've done for you to a business transaction." His words dripped with fake resentment, but his gaze burned with raw lust. "Besides, I've been horny alI morning, thinking about last night. I don't think I'll be able to lose this erection anytime soon. So, I suggest you should cooperate."
"It's too risky" Shipra whispered, trying to maintain her resolve. "And judging by last night, we don't have enough time for anything which will solve your problem."
"I can be quick if I want to. I promise it will be a quickie," Patode smirked as he started stroking his cock. "The officer and the teller are busy with rush of customers and I have instructed the sub staff not to disturb us as we are doing some important investigation work. So stop worrying and let us get this over with," Patode continued as his inched towards Shipra.
Shipra stood frozen lost in conflicting thoughts. Her mind battling against her body's betrayal. Every rational thought screamed for her to stop this madness, but the heat building between her legs drowned them out. Her body still remembered the intensity and number of orgasm he'd given her last night, and her traitorous pulse quickened with anticipation. She tried to look away from his throbbing erection, but her eyes refused to obey, her lips parting slightly as her breath grew shallow.
Patode seized the moment and in two swift steps, he closed the distance between them and pinned her against the wall. "No more stalling," he murmured, his voice gravelly with desire. With wasting another moment his hands moved with practiced ease, hiking up her saree along with her skirt above her knees.
Before she could protest, one of his hand slipped between her thighs and his fingers slipped under her panties, finding her pussy moist and ready. A soft gasp escaped Shipra's lips as he teased her folds and gently dipped his thick finger inside her just enough to make her shudder. He pulled back and held up his finger, now glistening with her arousal. "See?" he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You're already wet for me."
Shipra turned her head away, her cheeks flaming with shame. She pressed her lips together, torn between resisting him and surrendering to the growing ache in her cunt.
"Now lift your saree above your hips Shipra and pull your panties down," Patode demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And then turn around bending a little. I'll fuck you standing from behind. It's going to be a nice hard and quick fuck. Nothing like you've experienced before." He brought his finger to his lips, licking it slowly as he took a step back and waited for her compliance.
End of Chapter 26: The Puppet and Her Master : Part 1
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