Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 40: Mouth on Fire - Part 1


The office day pulsed with an undercurrent of tension, Nivi’s presence a constant draw, her confidence a flame that kept the air charged. The bet from the previous night’s secluded kiss—Mohan’s victory, her promise of a 20-minute blowjob—hung like a naughty secret, her body buzzing as she moved through tasks. 

Fuck, I lost—my mouth’s his tonight, 20 minutes, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as a thrill surged. His challenge got me—those lips, hands, pushing me to slip. Now he’s got this hold, and I’m... excited? Her mind raced, a mix of caution and fire: Raghavan’s away, his words of freedom echoing—explore, be safe. This is wild, dangerous, my power leading me into the heat.

Mohan was everywhere, his sly charm weaving through the day with subtle teases that stoked her anticipation. At the morning tea break, he sidled up, pouring her a cup, his voice low and playful. 

“Nivi, better keep that mouth rested—big challenge tonight, gotta bring your A-game.” His eyes glinted with a naughty edge, flicking to her lips, a smirk curling as he leaned closer, his arm brushing hers lightly.

She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “A-game? Mohan, you sure you can handle it? Last time, you... didn’t last.” Her tone teased, referencing his quick finish, her eyes meeting his with a bold challenge. 

Fuck, pushing back feels good—keeping my control, she thought, her body warming, a subtle sway in her hips as she turned to grab sugar. This game’s mine, even if I’m paying up.

He grinned, stepping closer, voice dropping to a whisper. 

“Handle it? Oh, I’m ready—those lips of yours are gonna work hard. Practiced for me?” His words were naughty, laced with the bet’s promise, his fingers lingering on her wrist as he handed her the cup. 

The gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, Saritha—laughed at their banter, clueless about the stakes, but Ashok’s cuck stare burned from the corner, silent and heavy. Fuck, Ashok’s watching—Mohan’s tease, my fire, he senses something, she thought, her body tingling, keeping it light but daring.

At lunch, Mohan claimed the seat beside her, his knee brushing hers under the table, a deliberate spark. “Nivi, eating light? Need energy for later—your mouth’s got a marathon coming.” 

His voice was playful, eyes locked on her lips, the table’s chatter masking the naughty undertone. Fuck, he’s relentless—already picturing my mouth on him, she thought, her body heating, thighs pressing together to stay grounded.

“Marathon? Hope you’re ready to crash first,” she teased, voice sultry, leaning forward to let her smile linger, a playful push.

“My mouth’s got tricks you haven’t seen.” The gang roared, Saritha chiming, “Nivi’s owning you, Mohan!” but his eyes stayed hungry, his hand grazing her arm as he passed a plate. 

Fuck, his touch—bold, claiming, making my fire flare, she thought, her confidence surging, but a cautious edge held her: Raghavan’s words—free, but be safe. I’m playing, but I’m in control.

Mid-afternoon, Mohan lingered by her desk, sorting files, his voice casual but loaded with intent. “Nivi, you ready for tonight? That mouth better be warmed up—20 minutes is no joke.” 

His grin was naughty, eyes tracing her lips, then her neck, implying the bet’s heat. Fuck, he’s owning this—teasing all day, building the tension, she thought, her body buzzing, ass shifting as she stood to grab a file, her shoulder brushing his deliberately. 

“Warmed up? Mohan, I’m gonna make you beg,” she purred, voice teasing, stepping close to let her breath graze his ear, a controlled spark. This bet’s mine to twist—my power’s in making him break, she thought, her fire burning brighter with each jab.

Their banter continued in stolen moments—passing in the hallway, Mohan whispering, “Lips ready, Nivi? Gonna need stamina for me,” his eyes dark with anticipation. 

She shot back, voice low, “Stamina? You’ll be the one shaking, trust me.” Fuck, his teases—cock probably hard all day, thinking of my mouth, she thought, her body alive with the game, the thrill of the bet pushing her limits. 

The gang noticed the energy—Ashwin’s “You two plotting something?” and Dinesh’s “Nivi’s trouble!”—but they didn’t know the stakes, only Ashok’s silent stare hinted at his secret knowledge, his cuck eyes burning. Fuck, Ashok’s still leashed—watching, burning, but quiet, she thought, her power over him a quiet thrill.

As the day ended, Mohan’s final tease came by the printer, his voice low, hand brushing her lower back as he leaned in. “Nivi, tonight’s the night—your mouth’s mine. Hope you’re ready to lose again.” 

His eyes locked on hers, naughty and bold, the promise of the bet heavy in the air. Fuck, he’s relentless—claiming my mouth like it’s his, she thought, her body buzzing, a naughty grin curling. 

“Lose? Mohan, my lips are gonna break you,” she teased, voice sultry, stepping away with a sway, leaving him hungry. I’m playing with fire, but it’s my fire—Raghavan’s away, but my power’s here, she thought, the anticipation making her pulse race.

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