21-08-2025, 08:39 PM
Chapter 41: Stinging Defeat - Part 1
The office day hummed with its usual rhythm, but Nivi’s mind was a storm of heat and frustration, the memory of last night’s blowjob challenge—a 32-minute marathon where Mohan’s endurance outlasted her every trick—stinging like a wound to her newfound power. F
uck, I threw everything at him—my mouth, porn moves, all my fire—and he held like a goddamn rock, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as a quiet thrill mixed with irritation.
His cock—thick, pulsing, unyielding—beat me, and it’s personal. My power’s been owning men, but he... he flipped it.
Her mind churned, a mix of awe and defiance: Raghavan’s away, his words of freedom echoing—explore, be safe. But losing to Mohan? It’s a crack in my throne, and I’m not letting it stand.
Mohan’s presence was a constant spark, his sly charm weaving through the day with subtle, private teases that stoked her fire and her frustration.
At the tea station, away from the gang, he leaned close, pouring her a cup, his voice low and teasing. “Nivi, still sore from last night? Your mouth put up a fight, but I won.” His eyes glinted naughty, flicking to her lips, a smirk curling as he handed her the cup.
She laughed, voice sultry, masking her sting. “Sore? Mohan, you were shaking by the end. Don’t get cocky—I’m not done.” Her tone was playful, but sharp, eyes meeting his with a defiant spark.
Fuck, he’s gloating—rubbing his victory in, thinking he owns my mouth now, she thought, her body warming, a subtle sway in her hips as she stirred her tea. I’m still queen, and this loss... it’s temporary, she thought, her fire flaring to reclaim her edge.
He grinned, stepping closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Shaking? You worked hard, Nivi—those lips, fuck, nearly broke me. But I lasted—32 minutes. Ready to lose again?” His words were naughty, implying his control, his hand brushing her arm lightly as he passed the sugar.
The gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, Saritha—chatted nearby, unaware of the stakes, but Nivi kept their exchange quiet, her voice low. Fuck, he’s pushing—his cocky grin, his win—it’s eating at me, she thought, her body tingling, keeping it discreet but bold. “Lose? You’re dreaming, Mohan—next time, you’re mine,” she teased, voice sultry, stepping back to keep the line firm, her mind burning: His victory’s personal, a hit to my power. I need to flip this.
At lunch, the gang swarmed, but Mohan caught her alone by the water cooler, his voice playful, eyes on her lips. “Nivi, you were fire last night—32 minutes, though. My win. Feeling that sting?” His tone was teasing, naughty, his hand grazing her wrist as he passed her a glass, the touch brief but loaded.
She smirked, voice sultry, hiding her frustration.
“Sting? Mohan, you were begging by the end. Don’t think you’ve got me beat.” Her eyes locked on his, a naughty challenge, her body heating as she leaned closer, voice low. Fuck, he’s loving this—gloating, thinking he’s got control, she thought, her fire surging, thighs pressing together to stay grounded.
“Next time, you won’t last,” she purred, turning away with a subtle sway, leaving him hungry. This loss hurts—my power’s been ruling men, and he’s daring to challenge it, she thought, her mind sharp, defiance growing.
Mid-afternoon, Mohan found her in the file room, away from prying eyes, his voice low, teasing. “Nivi, those lips of yours—valiant effort, but my win’s gotta sting.
Ready to bow yet?” His eyes burned, naughty and triumphant, leaning close as they sorted papers, his arm brushing hers.
She laughed, voice sultry, defiant.
“Bow? Mohan, you’re the one who’d kneel for my mouth. Don’t get too comfortable.” Her tone was playful, but the sting bit deep, her body buzzing as she stepped closer, letting her shoulder graze his.
Fuck, his gloating—it’s personal, hitting my fire, she thought, her mind racing: I’m queen, owning their stares, their hunger. This loss? I’m taking it back.
“Watch yourself—I’m coming for you,” she teased, voice low, leaving him with a naughty grin, her fire burning to reclaim her throne.
Continues...
The office day hummed with its usual rhythm, but Nivi’s mind was a storm of heat and frustration, the memory of last night’s blowjob challenge—a 32-minute marathon where Mohan’s endurance outlasted her every trick—stinging like a wound to her newfound power. F
uck, I threw everything at him—my mouth, porn moves, all my fire—and he held like a goddamn rock, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as a quiet thrill mixed with irritation.
His cock—thick, pulsing, unyielding—beat me, and it’s personal. My power’s been owning men, but he... he flipped it.
Her mind churned, a mix of awe and defiance: Raghavan’s away, his words of freedom echoing—explore, be safe. But losing to Mohan? It’s a crack in my throne, and I’m not letting it stand.
Mohan’s presence was a constant spark, his sly charm weaving through the day with subtle, private teases that stoked her fire and her frustration.
At the tea station, away from the gang, he leaned close, pouring her a cup, his voice low and teasing. “Nivi, still sore from last night? Your mouth put up a fight, but I won.” His eyes glinted naughty, flicking to her lips, a smirk curling as he handed her the cup.
She laughed, voice sultry, masking her sting. “Sore? Mohan, you were shaking by the end. Don’t get cocky—I’m not done.” Her tone was playful, but sharp, eyes meeting his with a defiant spark.
Fuck, he’s gloating—rubbing his victory in, thinking he owns my mouth now, she thought, her body warming, a subtle sway in her hips as she stirred her tea. I’m still queen, and this loss... it’s temporary, she thought, her fire flaring to reclaim her edge.
He grinned, stepping closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Shaking? You worked hard, Nivi—those lips, fuck, nearly broke me. But I lasted—32 minutes. Ready to lose again?” His words were naughty, implying his control, his hand brushing her arm lightly as he passed the sugar.
The gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, Saritha—chatted nearby, unaware of the stakes, but Nivi kept their exchange quiet, her voice low. Fuck, he’s pushing—his cocky grin, his win—it’s eating at me, she thought, her body tingling, keeping it discreet but bold. “Lose? You’re dreaming, Mohan—next time, you’re mine,” she teased, voice sultry, stepping back to keep the line firm, her mind burning: His victory’s personal, a hit to my power. I need to flip this.
At lunch, the gang swarmed, but Mohan caught her alone by the water cooler, his voice playful, eyes on her lips. “Nivi, you were fire last night—32 minutes, though. My win. Feeling that sting?” His tone was teasing, naughty, his hand grazing her wrist as he passed her a glass, the touch brief but loaded.
She smirked, voice sultry, hiding her frustration.
“Sting? Mohan, you were begging by the end. Don’t think you’ve got me beat.” Her eyes locked on his, a naughty challenge, her body heating as she leaned closer, voice low. Fuck, he’s loving this—gloating, thinking he’s got control, she thought, her fire surging, thighs pressing together to stay grounded.
“Next time, you won’t last,” she purred, turning away with a subtle sway, leaving him hungry. This loss hurts—my power’s been ruling men, and he’s daring to challenge it, she thought, her mind sharp, defiance growing.
Mid-afternoon, Mohan found her in the file room, away from prying eyes, his voice low, teasing. “Nivi, those lips of yours—valiant effort, but my win’s gotta sting.
Ready to bow yet?” His eyes burned, naughty and triumphant, leaning close as they sorted papers, his arm brushing hers.
She laughed, voice sultry, defiant.
“Bow? Mohan, you’re the one who’d kneel for my mouth. Don’t get too comfortable.” Her tone was playful, but the sting bit deep, her body buzzing as she stepped closer, letting her shoulder graze his.
Fuck, his gloating—it’s personal, hitting my fire, she thought, her mind racing: I’m queen, owning their stares, their hunger. This loss? I’m taking it back.
“Watch yourself—I’m coming for you,” she teased, voice low, leaving him with a naughty grin, her fire burning to reclaim her throne.
Continues...