19-08-2025, 05:13 PM
Chapter 32: Veiled Fire
Nivi woke Monday morning to the soft clatter of breakfast dishes, the Coimbatore sun filtering through her curtains, casting golden streaks across her room. Her body still hummed from Saturday night’s fire—Raghavan’s tongue wrecking her pussy, her mouth swallowing his cum, the shattering orgasms that marked her firsts.
The love marks on her neck and chest, now faded but still visible, ached faintly under her touch as she stood before the mirror. Fuck, his lips branded me—dark bites on my tits, my neck; I’m his, but Ashok saw it all, naked, dripping, she thought, her pussy tingling faintly, a mix of shame and naughty thrill. Monday’s here—facing his cuck eyes, the team’s stares.
I need to own it, keep my power, but careful—no fuel for gossip after that scare. She chose a high-neck navy kurti, modest but fitted, hugging her breasts just enough to tease without screaming, leggings clinging to her hips, her ass swaying subtly. From the front, she was professional, pretty; from behind, her curves whispered temptation, the fabric concealing the love marks but hinting at her fire. This hides them—safe, but I’ll still make them burn, she thought, clit pulsing, panties dampening at the thought of their eyes—Ashok’s especially, knowing what he saw.
Her mother-in-law’s knowing smile greeted her at breakfast, eyes flicking to Nivi’s neck, a playful glint. “Looking rested, dear. Ready to shine at work?” Her voice was warm, teasing, implying the night’s heat—orgasms, submission, Raghavan’s role. Fuck, she sees my glow, knows I was fucked senseless without fucking, Nivi thought, a naughty grin tugging her lips. “Ready, Amma. Work’s... keeping me alive,” she replied, voice soft but sultry, ass shifting as she sat, pussy tingling at the memory of Raghavan’s tongue.
The older woman nodded, handing her a dosa, her tone serious but naughty. “Alive’s good—just careful, dear. Neighbors talk, and offices... they whisper. Keep that spark, but guard it.” Fuck, she’s warning me—gossip, Ashok; she knows more than she says, Nivi thought, pussy throbbing faintly. “I will,” she said, voice steady, mind racing: I’m bold, but cautious—tease, don’t touch, not yet.
The office hummed with its usual rhythm—keyboards clacking, coffee brewing—but the air shifted as Nivi walked in, her navy kurti hugging her breasts, nipples faintly teasing when she moved, her ass swaying just enough to catch eyes. Heads turned—Ashwin’s grin sharpening, Dinesh’s glasses slipping, Saritha and Lakshmi exchanging knowing looks.
But Ashok lingered back, his cuck eyes wide, burning with the memory of her naked—tits bare, pussy dripping, ass curved in the villa’s light. Fuck, he’s staring—knows I’m the boss’s slut, saw me marked, she thought, pussy clenching, a thrill mixing with caution. He won’t talk—Raghavan’s got him—but his eyes... they’re hungry, helpless. I’ll tease, keep my power.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, banter naughty but fun. Ashwin leaned close, eyes on her breasts, the kurti’s fit teasing. “Nivi, back to ruling us? That navy’s... subtle, but damn, still killing it.” His voice was playful, but his gaze lingered, hungry. He’s picturing my tits, ass, like always, she thought, clit pulsing, panties dampening.
Dinesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. “Subtle? You’re still trouble—sway’s got us tripping already.” His eyes flicked to her hips, her ass bouncing as she poured tea. Fuck, they’re craving me, even in this—power’s mine, she thought, a naughty spark igniting. “Just easing you boys in,” she purred, voice sultry, indirect, turning to show her back view, ass swaying subtly. “Don’t want you passing out.”
Ashok stood back, face flushed, eyes locked on her ass, his stare heavier now, loaded with Saturday’s image—her naked curves, pussy wet from orgasms. He’s jerking off to it in his mind, cuck burning, she thought, pussy throbbing, a wicked thrill: Let him—silent, helpless, knowing I’m Raghavan’s.
She gave him a slow smile, teasing but careful, making his hands shake, cup trembling. Insights hit: My power’s in this—teasing without giving, owning his silence.
In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi pulled her close, their eyes gleaming. “Nivi, that kurti’s hiding something, isn’t it?” Saritha teased, voice naughty, implying the marks, the night. Lakshmi nodded, warm. “You’re glowing, girl—own this place, but careful, yeah?” Fuck, they sense it—Raghavan, the fire, maybe even marks, Nivi thought, pussy wet, sitting, crossing her legs, ass shifting. “Just being me,” she said, voice sultry, indirect.
“Keeping it... controlled.” Their laughter bonded them, but the caution lingered—gossip’s a risk.
Ashok sat across, staring, his cuck eyes desperate, burning with her naked image. He’s picturing me fucked, pussy dripping, helpless to touch, she thought, clit aching, panties soaked.
She leaned forward, kurti pulling tight, teasing her breasts subtly, making him flush deeper. Burn, Ashok—know I’m untouchable, she thought, insights deepening: My fire’s stronger, even careful.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, door clicking shut, the air thick with their shared secret. His eyes traced her—breasts, hips—dark and hungry, but restrained. “Nivi,” he said, voice low, a growl beneath. “You’re... radiant, even in this kurti. Hiding those marks?” His tone was naughty, implying Saturday—her squirting, his cum, love bites branding her.
She leaned on his desk, breasts pushing forward, ass shifting, voice sultry but careful. “Hiding, yeah—gotta be cautious after... you know.” Her eyes flicked to him, naughty spark. Fuck, he knows—my tits, neck, marked by his lips; pussy still sore from his tongue, she thought, clit throbbing, panties wetter. “Ashok?”
He nodded, leaning closer, eyes on her breasts, then her face. “Handled—puppet’s silent, terrified. No whispers. You’re safe to shine—ass swaying, tits teasing, like always.” His voice was reassuring, naughty, hand brushing her arm sensually, stopping short of more. Fuck, he’s protecting me, wanting me, but careful too, she thought, pussy leaking, insights clear: He’s my shield, my spark—keeping it non-physical, but the heat’s alive.
“Monday’s bold but careful,” she said, voice naughty, indirect. “Keeping the fire low—for now.” Her ass swayed as she left, his eyes burning on her back view. Fuck, he wants me—cock hard, but holding back, she thought, pussy throbbing, ready for Monday’s game, the chapter ending on her careful, fiery reign.
Continues...
Nivi woke Monday morning to the soft clatter of breakfast dishes, the Coimbatore sun filtering through her curtains, casting golden streaks across her room. Her body still hummed from Saturday night’s fire—Raghavan’s tongue wrecking her pussy, her mouth swallowing his cum, the shattering orgasms that marked her firsts.
The love marks on her neck and chest, now faded but still visible, ached faintly under her touch as she stood before the mirror. Fuck, his lips branded me—dark bites on my tits, my neck; I’m his, but Ashok saw it all, naked, dripping, she thought, her pussy tingling faintly, a mix of shame and naughty thrill. Monday’s here—facing his cuck eyes, the team’s stares.
I need to own it, keep my power, but careful—no fuel for gossip after that scare. She chose a high-neck navy kurti, modest but fitted, hugging her breasts just enough to tease without screaming, leggings clinging to her hips, her ass swaying subtly. From the front, she was professional, pretty; from behind, her curves whispered temptation, the fabric concealing the love marks but hinting at her fire. This hides them—safe, but I’ll still make them burn, she thought, clit pulsing, panties dampening at the thought of their eyes—Ashok’s especially, knowing what he saw.
Her mother-in-law’s knowing smile greeted her at breakfast, eyes flicking to Nivi’s neck, a playful glint. “Looking rested, dear. Ready to shine at work?” Her voice was warm, teasing, implying the night’s heat—orgasms, submission, Raghavan’s role. Fuck, she sees my glow, knows I was fucked senseless without fucking, Nivi thought, a naughty grin tugging her lips. “Ready, Amma. Work’s... keeping me alive,” she replied, voice soft but sultry, ass shifting as she sat, pussy tingling at the memory of Raghavan’s tongue.
The older woman nodded, handing her a dosa, her tone serious but naughty. “Alive’s good—just careful, dear. Neighbors talk, and offices... they whisper. Keep that spark, but guard it.” Fuck, she’s warning me—gossip, Ashok; she knows more than she says, Nivi thought, pussy throbbing faintly. “I will,” she said, voice steady, mind racing: I’m bold, but cautious—tease, don’t touch, not yet.
The office hummed with its usual rhythm—keyboards clacking, coffee brewing—but the air shifted as Nivi walked in, her navy kurti hugging her breasts, nipples faintly teasing when she moved, her ass swaying just enough to catch eyes. Heads turned—Ashwin’s grin sharpening, Dinesh’s glasses slipping, Saritha and Lakshmi exchanging knowing looks.
But Ashok lingered back, his cuck eyes wide, burning with the memory of her naked—tits bare, pussy dripping, ass curved in the villa’s light. Fuck, he’s staring—knows I’m the boss’s slut, saw me marked, she thought, pussy clenching, a thrill mixing with caution. He won’t talk—Raghavan’s got him—but his eyes... they’re hungry, helpless. I’ll tease, keep my power.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, banter naughty but fun. Ashwin leaned close, eyes on her breasts, the kurti’s fit teasing. “Nivi, back to ruling us? That navy’s... subtle, but damn, still killing it.” His voice was playful, but his gaze lingered, hungry. He’s picturing my tits, ass, like always, she thought, clit pulsing, panties dampening.
Dinesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. “Subtle? You’re still trouble—sway’s got us tripping already.” His eyes flicked to her hips, her ass bouncing as she poured tea. Fuck, they’re craving me, even in this—power’s mine, she thought, a naughty spark igniting. “Just easing you boys in,” she purred, voice sultry, indirect, turning to show her back view, ass swaying subtly. “Don’t want you passing out.”
Ashok stood back, face flushed, eyes locked on her ass, his stare heavier now, loaded with Saturday’s image—her naked curves, pussy wet from orgasms. He’s jerking off to it in his mind, cuck burning, she thought, pussy throbbing, a wicked thrill: Let him—silent, helpless, knowing I’m Raghavan’s.
She gave him a slow smile, teasing but careful, making his hands shake, cup trembling. Insights hit: My power’s in this—teasing without giving, owning his silence.
In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi pulled her close, their eyes gleaming. “Nivi, that kurti’s hiding something, isn’t it?” Saritha teased, voice naughty, implying the marks, the night. Lakshmi nodded, warm. “You’re glowing, girl—own this place, but careful, yeah?” Fuck, they sense it—Raghavan, the fire, maybe even marks, Nivi thought, pussy wet, sitting, crossing her legs, ass shifting. “Just being me,” she said, voice sultry, indirect.
“Keeping it... controlled.” Their laughter bonded them, but the caution lingered—gossip’s a risk.
Ashok sat across, staring, his cuck eyes desperate, burning with her naked image. He’s picturing me fucked, pussy dripping, helpless to touch, she thought, clit aching, panties soaked.
She leaned forward, kurti pulling tight, teasing her breasts subtly, making him flush deeper. Burn, Ashok—know I’m untouchable, she thought, insights deepening: My fire’s stronger, even careful.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, door clicking shut, the air thick with their shared secret. His eyes traced her—breasts, hips—dark and hungry, but restrained. “Nivi,” he said, voice low, a growl beneath. “You’re... radiant, even in this kurti. Hiding those marks?” His tone was naughty, implying Saturday—her squirting, his cum, love bites branding her.
She leaned on his desk, breasts pushing forward, ass shifting, voice sultry but careful. “Hiding, yeah—gotta be cautious after... you know.” Her eyes flicked to him, naughty spark. Fuck, he knows—my tits, neck, marked by his lips; pussy still sore from his tongue, she thought, clit throbbing, panties wetter. “Ashok?”
He nodded, leaning closer, eyes on her breasts, then her face. “Handled—puppet’s silent, terrified. No whispers. You’re safe to shine—ass swaying, tits teasing, like always.” His voice was reassuring, naughty, hand brushing her arm sensually, stopping short of more. Fuck, he’s protecting me, wanting me, but careful too, she thought, pussy leaking, insights clear: He’s my shield, my spark—keeping it non-physical, but the heat’s alive.
“Monday’s bold but careful,” she said, voice naughty, indirect. “Keeping the fire low—for now.” Her ass swayed as she left, his eyes burning on her back view. Fuck, he wants me—cock hard, but holding back, she thought, pussy throbbing, ready for Monday’s game, the chapter ending on her careful, fiery reign.
Continues...
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