19-08-2025, 05:16 PM
Chapter 34: Tethers of Control
Wednesday morning hummed with the office’s familiar rhythm, but Nivi carried a sharpened edge, her confidence honed by the weekend’s fire and Tuesday’s careful navigation. She stepped in wearing a high-neck emerald kurti, fitted to trace her breasts’ curves subtly, leggings hugging her hips, ass swaying just enough to catch eyes.
The love marks on her neck and chest, now faint whispers from ice and time, hid under the fabric, but her body buzzed with the thrill of her power. Fuck, Tuesday was tight—Ashok’s cuck stare, the gang’s gossip—but I owned it, she thought, a spark of heat in her core. Today, I keep the fire low, tease without breaking, control their hunger—especially Ashok’s, knowing what he saw. Her mind raced, bold but cautious: Mohan’s been eyeing me too—new player, hungry. I’ll play careful, make them all burn.
The office stirred as she entered, heads turning—Ashwin’s grin sharp, Dinesh’s glasses glinting, Saritha and Lakshmi’s looks warm with knowing. Ashok lingered back, his cuck stare heavy, face flushed, eyes tracing her ass with a silent burn that spoke of Saturday’s shock. Fuck, he’s still seeing me naked—tits, ass, curves glowing—but he’s silent, puppet-scared, she thought, a naughty thrill curling her lips. I’ll own his stare, keep him leashed without a word.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, banter crackling, but Mohan—lanky, sly, with a bolder edge than before—stepped closer, his eyes raking her breasts, hips, ass. “Nivi, this kurti’s a killer—hugs you perfect, like you’re daring us,” he said, voice low, playful but probing, leaning in as she poured tea, his arm brushing hers lightly. Fuck, Mohan’s pushing—eyes on my tits, wanting a piece, she thought, her body warming, ass shifting to tease subtly, careful not to give too much.
“Just keeping it clean,” she purred, voice sultry but indirect, turning to show her back view, ass swaying gently. Let him chase, but I’m in control—Raghavan’s shadow looms, she thought, a naughty spark: My power’s in their hunger, not their touch.
Ashwin grinned, joining in. “Clean? You’re trouble, queen—sway’s got us weak.” But Mohan pressed closer, voice naughty. “Clean’s still hot—bet there’s more under that high neck. Kids’ nails again?” His eyes lingered on her collar, a faint mark peeking, echoing yesterday’s gossip.
Fuck, he’s digging—senses it’s not Anand, she thought, her body tingling, mind racing: Lie smooth, keep it fun. “Kids, yeah—little terrors scratching,” she said, voice teasing, leaning forward, breasts pressing the kurti subtly. Ashok nodded silently, supporting her lie, his cuck eyes burning but quiet. Fuck, he’s covering—knows it’s Raghavan’s marks, loyal puppet, she thought, a naughty edge: His silence is my leash on him.
At lunch, the gang crowded the table, but Mohan pulled a chair close, his knee brushing hers under the table, deliberate and bold. “Nivi, you’re glowing again—new spark in you. Someone special?” he teased, voice low, naughty, eyes lingering on her lips, then her breasts. Fuck, he’s relentless—knee on mine, fishing for my fire, she thought, her body warming, thighs pressing together to stay careful. “Just work, Mohan—keeps me alive,” she said, voice sultry, teasing back, leaning forward to flash a hint of cleavage, controlled but daring.
“No one special—just me.” Saritha laughed, “Own it, girl,” but Mohan’s eyes stayed hungry, hand grazing her arm as he passed a plate. He’s trying to claim me—cock probably hard, she thought, a naughty thrill: Let him want, but I’m untouchable, Raghavan’s queen.
After work, Mohan lingered by her desk, offering “help” with a stack of files, his voice casual but eyes intense. “Nivi, big report due—want me to sort these with you? Can walk you to the bus stop after,” he said, standing close, his hand brushing her lower back as they sorted papers, a bold move. Fuck, he’s pushing hard—touching me, wanting a shot, she thought, her body tingling, ass shifting to tease subtly, stepping away to keep distance.
“Thanks, Mohan, but I’ve got it,” she purred, voice naughty but firm, turning to let her ass sway as she walked off, files in hand. No touching, just teasing—my power’s in control, she thought, her core sparking, a faint heat building but restrained.
That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi curled up in her loose nighty, hiding her curves, the faint love marks now barely visible. Her mind drifted to Ashok—his cuck eyes, his silence, his messages promising secrecy. Fuck, he saw me naked—tits, ass, curves glowing—jerking off to it, burning for what he’ll never have, she thought, a naughty idea blooming: Play the mistress, leash him subtle, probe his cuck kink without giving him my filth—he’s not worthy. She grabbed her phone, heart racing, texting him, voice cool but commanding in her mind: “Ashok, awake? Thanks for keeping quiet—you saw me, didn’t you? Glowing, bold... bet it’s stuck in your head.”
His reply came fast, shaky. “Nivi... yeah, sorry again. Won’t tell anyone—promise. You were... incredible.” Fuck, he’s hooked—cuck’s trembling, fantasy alive, she thought, her body warming, typing with mistress-like control: “Good. You saw what you shouldn’t—keep it locked, Ashok. Just watch, nothing more.” Her words were subtle, implying his role—silent voyeur, burning for her power—without dirty details.
He texted back, voice meek: “I will—secret’s safe. Just... watching’s enough.” Fuck, he’s submitting—cuck role locked, loving I’m out of reach, she thought, a thrill running through her, ending the chat with a final command: “Stay quiet, good boy.” The chapter closed on her mistressy triumph, Ashok’s cuck tendencies leashed, her power burning
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Wednesday morning hummed with the office’s familiar rhythm, but Nivi carried a sharpened edge, her confidence honed by the weekend’s fire and Tuesday’s careful navigation. She stepped in wearing a high-neck emerald kurti, fitted to trace her breasts’ curves subtly, leggings hugging her hips, ass swaying just enough to catch eyes.
The love marks on her neck and chest, now faint whispers from ice and time, hid under the fabric, but her body buzzed with the thrill of her power. Fuck, Tuesday was tight—Ashok’s cuck stare, the gang’s gossip—but I owned it, she thought, a spark of heat in her core. Today, I keep the fire low, tease without breaking, control their hunger—especially Ashok’s, knowing what he saw. Her mind raced, bold but cautious: Mohan’s been eyeing me too—new player, hungry. I’ll play careful, make them all burn.
The office stirred as she entered, heads turning—Ashwin’s grin sharp, Dinesh’s glasses glinting, Saritha and Lakshmi’s looks warm with knowing. Ashok lingered back, his cuck stare heavy, face flushed, eyes tracing her ass with a silent burn that spoke of Saturday’s shock. Fuck, he’s still seeing me naked—tits, ass, curves glowing—but he’s silent, puppet-scared, she thought, a naughty thrill curling her lips. I’ll own his stare, keep him leashed without a word.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, banter crackling, but Mohan—lanky, sly, with a bolder edge than before—stepped closer, his eyes raking her breasts, hips, ass. “Nivi, this kurti’s a killer—hugs you perfect, like you’re daring us,” he said, voice low, playful but probing, leaning in as she poured tea, his arm brushing hers lightly. Fuck, Mohan’s pushing—eyes on my tits, wanting a piece, she thought, her body warming, ass shifting to tease subtly, careful not to give too much.
“Just keeping it clean,” she purred, voice sultry but indirect, turning to show her back view, ass swaying gently. Let him chase, but I’m in control—Raghavan’s shadow looms, she thought, a naughty spark: My power’s in their hunger, not their touch.
Ashwin grinned, joining in. “Clean? You’re trouble, queen—sway’s got us weak.” But Mohan pressed closer, voice naughty. “Clean’s still hot—bet there’s more under that high neck. Kids’ nails again?” His eyes lingered on her collar, a faint mark peeking, echoing yesterday’s gossip.
Fuck, he’s digging—senses it’s not Anand, she thought, her body tingling, mind racing: Lie smooth, keep it fun. “Kids, yeah—little terrors scratching,” she said, voice teasing, leaning forward, breasts pressing the kurti subtly. Ashok nodded silently, supporting her lie, his cuck eyes burning but quiet. Fuck, he’s covering—knows it’s Raghavan’s marks, loyal puppet, she thought, a naughty edge: His silence is my leash on him.
At lunch, the gang crowded the table, but Mohan pulled a chair close, his knee brushing hers under the table, deliberate and bold. “Nivi, you’re glowing again—new spark in you. Someone special?” he teased, voice low, naughty, eyes lingering on her lips, then her breasts. Fuck, he’s relentless—knee on mine, fishing for my fire, she thought, her body warming, thighs pressing together to stay careful. “Just work, Mohan—keeps me alive,” she said, voice sultry, teasing back, leaning forward to flash a hint of cleavage, controlled but daring.
“No one special—just me.” Saritha laughed, “Own it, girl,” but Mohan’s eyes stayed hungry, hand grazing her arm as he passed a plate. He’s trying to claim me—cock probably hard, she thought, a naughty thrill: Let him want, but I’m untouchable, Raghavan’s queen.
After work, Mohan lingered by her desk, offering “help” with a stack of files, his voice casual but eyes intense. “Nivi, big report due—want me to sort these with you? Can walk you to the bus stop after,” he said, standing close, his hand brushing her lower back as they sorted papers, a bold move. Fuck, he’s pushing hard—touching me, wanting a shot, she thought, her body tingling, ass shifting to tease subtly, stepping away to keep distance.
“Thanks, Mohan, but I’ve got it,” she purred, voice naughty but firm, turning to let her ass sway as she walked off, files in hand. No touching, just teasing—my power’s in control, she thought, her core sparking, a faint heat building but restrained.
That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi curled up in her loose nighty, hiding her curves, the faint love marks now barely visible. Her mind drifted to Ashok—his cuck eyes, his silence, his messages promising secrecy. Fuck, he saw me naked—tits, ass, curves glowing—jerking off to it, burning for what he’ll never have, she thought, a naughty idea blooming: Play the mistress, leash him subtle, probe his cuck kink without giving him my filth—he’s not worthy. She grabbed her phone, heart racing, texting him, voice cool but commanding in her mind: “Ashok, awake? Thanks for keeping quiet—you saw me, didn’t you? Glowing, bold... bet it’s stuck in your head.”
His reply came fast, shaky. “Nivi... yeah, sorry again. Won’t tell anyone—promise. You were... incredible.” Fuck, he’s hooked—cuck’s trembling, fantasy alive, she thought, her body warming, typing with mistress-like control: “Good. You saw what you shouldn’t—keep it locked, Ashok. Just watch, nothing more.” Her words were subtle, implying his role—silent voyeur, burning for her power—without dirty details.
He texted back, voice meek: “I will—secret’s safe. Just... watching’s enough.” Fuck, he’s submitting—cuck role locked, loving I’m out of reach, she thought, a thrill running through her, ending the chat with a final command: “Stay quiet, good boy.” The chapter closed on her mistressy triumph, Ashok’s cuck tendencies leashed, her power burning
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