19-08-2025, 05:11 PM
Chapter 31: Shadows of Marks
The Sunday morning sun had long since climbed and faded into evening by the time Nivi stirred, the weight of her deep sleep pulling her under since dawn. Her body ached pleasantly, pussy sore from the night’s shattering orgasms, breasts tender from Raghavan’s worship, thighs still faintly slick with the memory of her squirt and his cum in her throat.
The apartment was quiet, the kids’ laughter muted, the scent of jasmine incense lingering as she lay curled under the covers, her kurti rumpled, leggings discarded in exhaustion. Fuck, I slept all day—orgasms, blowjob, Ashok’s shock—it drained me, she thought, mind voices hazy with bliss and lingering shame. His cuck eyes saw me naked—tits, ass, pussy dripping. Monday’s coming... how do I face him? But Raghavan’s got it—daddy’s shield, keeping me bold. Her pussy gave a faint throb, The night changed me—squirting, submitting, power in every filthy act—but Ashok’s intrusion haunts me, thrilling and terrifying.
A soft knock broke her haze, her mother-in-law’s voice gentle through the door. “Nivi, dear, it’s past eight—dinner’s ready. You’ve slept since morning, haven’t eaten a bite. I didn’t want to wake you; you were so deep in sleep, but I’m worried. Come eat.” Her tone was warm, tinged with concern, a knowing undertone hinting at the night’s intensity.
Nivi sat up, rubbing her eyes, breasts shifting under the rumpled kurti, nipples sensitive against the fabric. Fuck, 8 PM? Slept through the day—body spent from Raghavan’s tongue, his cock, she thought, pussy tingling faintly, ass shifting on the bed. “Coming, Amma,” she called, voice soft, standing to stretch, her body glowing with the night’s marks—both emotional and physical. Revelations deepened: She cares, sees my exhaustion—knows it’s more than just sleep.
In the bathroom, she stripped, the mirror reflecting her transformed body—breasts full and perky, nipples hard from memory, ass curved and firm, pussy pink and slightly swollen, still fresh-looking despite the night’s ruin. She noticed them then—love marks, dark and scattered across her neck, chest, trailing to her breasts, faint bruises from Raghavan’s lips, his teeth. Fuck, he marked me—sucked my neck, my tits, branding me his, she thought, pussy throbbing at the sight, a naughty thrill mixing with panic. These won’t hide under my kurtis—those low-cuts, slits, sheer fabrics show everything.
Tomorrow at the office... Ashok’s eyes, the team’s stares. Maybe the boring kurtis—high neck, loose—but fuck, I’m bold now, not hiding. Her clit pulsed, mind voices naughty: Let them see a hint, whisper—makes me wetter, owning their hunger.
She bathed, hot water soothing her sore pussy, washing away the night’s cum but not the heat in her core. Fuck, clean again, but I’m still his—marked, claimed, she thought, toweling off, fingers brushing the love marks, a shiver running through her. She chose a regular nighty—loose, plain, hiding her curves, breasts and ass concealed, no hint of the siren she’d been in the babydoll. This hides them, she thought, glancing at the marks in the mirror.
Safe for now, but tomorrow... how do I balance bold and careful? Revelations hit: My power’s in teasing, but these marks are his—private, naughty.
Dressed, she checked her phone, heart skipping at notifications—a missed call from Raghavan, messages from Ashok. Fuck, Ashok—messaged after seeing me naked, tits out, pussy wet, she thought, horror spiking, pussy tingling despite it. She called Raghavan first, voice soft but steady.
“Sir, it’s me. I’m good—rested all day. You?”
His voice was warm, low, a naughty edge.
“Nivi, glad you’re rested. Last night... fuck, you were incredible—squirting, sucking my cock like a slut. Worried about Ashok?” Her pussy throbbed at his words, mind flashing to his tongue, his cum. “He’s handled—puppet won’t talk, terrified of me. Walk in bold Monday, ass swaying, tits teasing. We’ll meet—office or after.”
She smiled, naughty undertone slipping through. “Bold, always. Thanks, daddy—your... support keeps me strong.” Fuck, calling him daddy—still hot, makes me wet, she thought, pussy leaking faintly. “See you Monday.” Revelations: He’s my shield, my fire—Ashok’s silence secured, I’m free to burn.
At the dining table, the aroma of dosas and chutney filled the air, her mother-in-law setting a plate, eyes twinkling with knowing concern. “You slept like the dead, dear—look spent but glowing. Quite the night?” Her tone was playful, implying the sex, the passion, her transformation, as Nivi sat, nighty hiding her curves, love marks concealed.
Nivi blushed, pussy tingling, taking a bite. “Intense... needed it. Work’s changing me—Anand’s mess fading.” Fuck, she knows—squirting, blowjob, submitting to Raghavan, she thought, a naughty grin breaking through. She’s my ally, cheering my fire.
Her mother-in-law nodded, smile naughty but warm.
“Changing, hmm? That boss... he’s fanning your spark, isn’t he? I see it—woman alive, not just a mother. But careful, dear—late nights, neighbors’ tongues wag.” Her hand patted Nivi’s, lingering, sensing the heat. “Was it... everything?”
“Everything,” Nivi said, voice sultry, indirect, implying orgasms, submission. Fuck, admitting it—his tongue, his cum—it’s hot sharing with her, she thought, pussy throbbing faintly. “Exhausted, though—slept all day.”
Mid-bite, she remembered Ashok’s messages, horror spiking—fuck, what did he say? Saw me naked, pussy dripping; is he spilling? She opened them, heart racing, expecting betrayal, but they were safe:
“Sorry, Nivi—didn’t mean to intrude. My mistake. Secret safe, promise.” Another: “Won’t say a word—sorry again.” Relief washed over her, pussy pulsing with a twisted thrill: His cuck eyes burned, but he’s silent—scared. Don’t know what to reply—nothing for now. Revelations: Raghavan’s right—Ashok’s a puppet, my power’s intact.
She finished dinner, the kids bounding in, giggling, pulling her to play. Nivi laughed, nighty swaying, hiding her marks, pussy tingling as she wrestled them gently, their warmth grounding her. Fuck, my babies—why I’m bold, she thought. Her mother-in-law returned, holding a small bowl of ice cubes, smile naughty but kind. “For your... neck, dear. Saw a hint earlier—helps with marks.” Her tone implied the love bites, Raghavan’s branding.
Nivi blushed, taking the ice shyly, pussy throbbing at the memory of his lips. Fuck, she saw—knows he marked me, she thought, retreating to her room. She pressed the ice to her neck, chest, the cold soothing the dark marks, mind racing: Tomorrow, boring kurti—hide them, but keep teasing. Ashok, the team—I’ll own their stares. The day ended, Nivi curling up, the chapter closing on her icy relief, Sunday’s rest sealing her fire for Monday.
Continues...
The Sunday morning sun had long since climbed and faded into evening by the time Nivi stirred, the weight of her deep sleep pulling her under since dawn. Her body ached pleasantly, pussy sore from the night’s shattering orgasms, breasts tender from Raghavan’s worship, thighs still faintly slick with the memory of her squirt and his cum in her throat.
The apartment was quiet, the kids’ laughter muted, the scent of jasmine incense lingering as she lay curled under the covers, her kurti rumpled, leggings discarded in exhaustion. Fuck, I slept all day—orgasms, blowjob, Ashok’s shock—it drained me, she thought, mind voices hazy with bliss and lingering shame. His cuck eyes saw me naked—tits, ass, pussy dripping. Monday’s coming... how do I face him? But Raghavan’s got it—daddy’s shield, keeping me bold. Her pussy gave a faint throb, The night changed me—squirting, submitting, power in every filthy act—but Ashok’s intrusion haunts me, thrilling and terrifying.
A soft knock broke her haze, her mother-in-law’s voice gentle through the door. “Nivi, dear, it’s past eight—dinner’s ready. You’ve slept since morning, haven’t eaten a bite. I didn’t want to wake you; you were so deep in sleep, but I’m worried. Come eat.” Her tone was warm, tinged with concern, a knowing undertone hinting at the night’s intensity.
Nivi sat up, rubbing her eyes, breasts shifting under the rumpled kurti, nipples sensitive against the fabric. Fuck, 8 PM? Slept through the day—body spent from Raghavan’s tongue, his cock, she thought, pussy tingling faintly, ass shifting on the bed. “Coming, Amma,” she called, voice soft, standing to stretch, her body glowing with the night’s marks—both emotional and physical. Revelations deepened: She cares, sees my exhaustion—knows it’s more than just sleep.
In the bathroom, she stripped, the mirror reflecting her transformed body—breasts full and perky, nipples hard from memory, ass curved and firm, pussy pink and slightly swollen, still fresh-looking despite the night’s ruin. She noticed them then—love marks, dark and scattered across her neck, chest, trailing to her breasts, faint bruises from Raghavan’s lips, his teeth. Fuck, he marked me—sucked my neck, my tits, branding me his, she thought, pussy throbbing at the sight, a naughty thrill mixing with panic. These won’t hide under my kurtis—those low-cuts, slits, sheer fabrics show everything.
Tomorrow at the office... Ashok’s eyes, the team’s stares. Maybe the boring kurtis—high neck, loose—but fuck, I’m bold now, not hiding. Her clit pulsed, mind voices naughty: Let them see a hint, whisper—makes me wetter, owning their hunger.
She bathed, hot water soothing her sore pussy, washing away the night’s cum but not the heat in her core. Fuck, clean again, but I’m still his—marked, claimed, she thought, toweling off, fingers brushing the love marks, a shiver running through her. She chose a regular nighty—loose, plain, hiding her curves, breasts and ass concealed, no hint of the siren she’d been in the babydoll. This hides them, she thought, glancing at the marks in the mirror.
Safe for now, but tomorrow... how do I balance bold and careful? Revelations hit: My power’s in teasing, but these marks are his—private, naughty.
Dressed, she checked her phone, heart skipping at notifications—a missed call from Raghavan, messages from Ashok. Fuck, Ashok—messaged after seeing me naked, tits out, pussy wet, she thought, horror spiking, pussy tingling despite it. She called Raghavan first, voice soft but steady.
“Sir, it’s me. I’m good—rested all day. You?”
His voice was warm, low, a naughty edge.
“Nivi, glad you’re rested. Last night... fuck, you were incredible—squirting, sucking my cock like a slut. Worried about Ashok?” Her pussy throbbed at his words, mind flashing to his tongue, his cum. “He’s handled—puppet won’t talk, terrified of me. Walk in bold Monday, ass swaying, tits teasing. We’ll meet—office or after.”
She smiled, naughty undertone slipping through. “Bold, always. Thanks, daddy—your... support keeps me strong.” Fuck, calling him daddy—still hot, makes me wet, she thought, pussy leaking faintly. “See you Monday.” Revelations: He’s my shield, my fire—Ashok’s silence secured, I’m free to burn.
At the dining table, the aroma of dosas and chutney filled the air, her mother-in-law setting a plate, eyes twinkling with knowing concern. “You slept like the dead, dear—look spent but glowing. Quite the night?” Her tone was playful, implying the sex, the passion, her transformation, as Nivi sat, nighty hiding her curves, love marks concealed.
Nivi blushed, pussy tingling, taking a bite. “Intense... needed it. Work’s changing me—Anand’s mess fading.” Fuck, she knows—squirting, blowjob, submitting to Raghavan, she thought, a naughty grin breaking through. She’s my ally, cheering my fire.
Her mother-in-law nodded, smile naughty but warm.
“Changing, hmm? That boss... he’s fanning your spark, isn’t he? I see it—woman alive, not just a mother. But careful, dear—late nights, neighbors’ tongues wag.” Her hand patted Nivi’s, lingering, sensing the heat. “Was it... everything?”
“Everything,” Nivi said, voice sultry, indirect, implying orgasms, submission. Fuck, admitting it—his tongue, his cum—it’s hot sharing with her, she thought, pussy throbbing faintly. “Exhausted, though—slept all day.”
Mid-bite, she remembered Ashok’s messages, horror spiking—fuck, what did he say? Saw me naked, pussy dripping; is he spilling? She opened them, heart racing, expecting betrayal, but they were safe:
“Sorry, Nivi—didn’t mean to intrude. My mistake. Secret safe, promise.” Another: “Won’t say a word—sorry again.” Relief washed over her, pussy pulsing with a twisted thrill: His cuck eyes burned, but he’s silent—scared. Don’t know what to reply—nothing for now. Revelations: Raghavan’s right—Ashok’s a puppet, my power’s intact.
She finished dinner, the kids bounding in, giggling, pulling her to play. Nivi laughed, nighty swaying, hiding her marks, pussy tingling as she wrestled them gently, their warmth grounding her. Fuck, my babies—why I’m bold, she thought. Her mother-in-law returned, holding a small bowl of ice cubes, smile naughty but kind. “For your... neck, dear. Saw a hint earlier—helps with marks.” Her tone implied the love bites, Raghavan’s branding.
Nivi blushed, taking the ice shyly, pussy throbbing at the memory of his lips. Fuck, she saw—knows he marked me, she thought, retreating to her room. She pressed the ice to her neck, chest, the cold soothing the dark marks, mind racing: Tomorrow, boring kurti—hide them, but keep teasing. Ashok, the team—I’ll own their stares. The day ended, Nivi curling up, the chapter closing on her icy relief, Sunday’s rest sealing her fire for Monday.
Continues...
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