27-08-2025, 07:22 PM
Chapter 44: Cuck’s Watch - Part 1
The office day crackled with a charged undercurrent, Nivi’s presence a blazing flame, her clarity from last night—her fire hers to wield, making others fall without falling herself—sharpening her every move.
Raghavan’s absence lingered, his words of freedom and his possessive claim on her pussy a distant anchor, but her power over Mohan and the gang was her focus.
Fuck, I’m queen—my fire leads, makes them burn, she thought, moving through tasks, her confidence drawing eyes like moths. My clarity’s clear: make them crave, not claim, especially Ashok—his cuck stare’s mine to fuel.
Her mind buzzed, a mix of thrill and control, her body alive with the game: Mohan’s obedience to test, Ashok’s silent hunger to push.
She chose a simple kurti, its fit hinting at her breasts’ curve, paired with leggings that clung to her hips, her ass swaying subtly with each step.
No anklet today—fuck, Mohan’s gift stays hidden; my power’s enough, she thought, her body warming as she entered, the gang’s gazes immediate. At the tea station, banter erupted, Ashwin leaning in, grin sharp.
“Nivi, you’re glowing—something’s got you lit. What’s the vibe?” His voice was playful, probing, eyes flicking to her lips, then her hips, sensing her heat.
Dinesh nodded, glasses glinting. “Yeah, queen—you’re trouble today. Got us all distracted—what’s fueling it?” His tone teased, eyes lingering on her curves, the group buzzing.
Saritha chimed, “Trouble? She’s owning the room—spill, girl.” Fuck, they feel my fire—louder after Mohan’s defeat, she thought, her body tingling, a naughty thrill surging. My clarity—make them fall, lead the dance.
She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Fuel? Just thriving, boys—maybe you’re seeing what you want to see.”
Her tone was playful, teasing, leaning forward to let her smile linger, her kurti pulling taut subtly. Fuck, I’m stoking their hunger—Ashok’s watching, burning silent, she thought, catching his cuck stare from the corner, heavy and intense, his eyes locked on her lips, sensing her power.
I’ll push him—make him listen, burn like the cuck he is.
Nivi turned to Mohan, testing her control, voice low and naughty as she grabbed her cup. “Mohan, keeping up? Or still recovering from... last time?”
Her words were indirect, implying his quick defeat under her mouth, her eyes glinting with a challenge. Fuck, testing him—his obedience is mine now, she thought, her body warming, thighs shifting subtly to tease his gaze without others noticing.
Mohan grinned, voice low, discreet. “Recovering? Nivi, you’re the one who sets the pace—I’m just following.”
His tone was playful, submissive, eyes hungry but yielding, acknowledging her command.
Fuck, he’s bending—my power’s got him, she thought, stepping back with a sultry wink, keeping it quiet. Lead him, make him fall—my throne’s secure.
At lunch, Nivi applied her clarity, fueling the gang’s desire with playful banter, pushing Ashok’s cuck tendencies. She leaned into Ashwin, voice sultry. “Ashwin, you’re all talk—what’s got you so curious?”
Her tone teased, her hand brushing his arm lightly, a controlled spark, her eyes flicking to Ashok, whose stare burned heavier, his silence screaming hunger.
Fuck, Ashok’s eating it up—watching me flirt, burning like a cuck, she thought, her body buzzing, a thrill at his quiet torment.
Dinesh laughed, leaning in. “Curious? Nivi, you’re a fire—got us all tripping. What’s the secret?” His eyes lingered on her hips, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s gaze was a silent blaze, his fingers twitching, betraying his cuck desire. She smirked, voice low.
“Secret? Just playing the game—think you boys can handle it?” Her words were naughty, indirect, stoking their hunger, her eyes locking on Ashok briefly, fueling his burn. Fuck, he’s listening—cuck’s hooked, watching me lead, she thought, her power surging, her clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me.
Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Handle? Girl, you’re running this show—careful, or you’ll break them.”
Her tone was playful, but the warning landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my fire—Ashok’s burning hardest, she thought, her body alive with the game, keeping it light but daring.
Continues...
The office day crackled with a charged undercurrent, Nivi’s presence a blazing flame, her clarity from last night—her fire hers to wield, making others fall without falling herself—sharpening her every move.
Raghavan’s absence lingered, his words of freedom and his possessive claim on her pussy a distant anchor, but her power over Mohan and the gang was her focus.
Fuck, I’m queen—my fire leads, makes them burn, she thought, moving through tasks, her confidence drawing eyes like moths. My clarity’s clear: make them crave, not claim, especially Ashok—his cuck stare’s mine to fuel.
Her mind buzzed, a mix of thrill and control, her body alive with the game: Mohan’s obedience to test, Ashok’s silent hunger to push.
She chose a simple kurti, its fit hinting at her breasts’ curve, paired with leggings that clung to her hips, her ass swaying subtly with each step.
No anklet today—fuck, Mohan’s gift stays hidden; my power’s enough, she thought, her body warming as she entered, the gang’s gazes immediate. At the tea station, banter erupted, Ashwin leaning in, grin sharp.
“Nivi, you’re glowing—something’s got you lit. What’s the vibe?” His voice was playful, probing, eyes flicking to her lips, then her hips, sensing her heat.
Dinesh nodded, glasses glinting. “Yeah, queen—you’re trouble today. Got us all distracted—what’s fueling it?” His tone teased, eyes lingering on her curves, the group buzzing.
Saritha chimed, “Trouble? She’s owning the room—spill, girl.” Fuck, they feel my fire—louder after Mohan’s defeat, she thought, her body tingling, a naughty thrill surging. My clarity—make them fall, lead the dance.
She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Fuel? Just thriving, boys—maybe you’re seeing what you want to see.”
Her tone was playful, teasing, leaning forward to let her smile linger, her kurti pulling taut subtly. Fuck, I’m stoking their hunger—Ashok’s watching, burning silent, she thought, catching his cuck stare from the corner, heavy and intense, his eyes locked on her lips, sensing her power.
I’ll push him—make him listen, burn like the cuck he is.
Nivi turned to Mohan, testing her control, voice low and naughty as she grabbed her cup. “Mohan, keeping up? Or still recovering from... last time?”
Her words were indirect, implying his quick defeat under her mouth, her eyes glinting with a challenge. Fuck, testing him—his obedience is mine now, she thought, her body warming, thighs shifting subtly to tease his gaze without others noticing.
Mohan grinned, voice low, discreet. “Recovering? Nivi, you’re the one who sets the pace—I’m just following.”
His tone was playful, submissive, eyes hungry but yielding, acknowledging her command.
Fuck, he’s bending—my power’s got him, she thought, stepping back with a sultry wink, keeping it quiet. Lead him, make him fall—my throne’s secure.
At lunch, Nivi applied her clarity, fueling the gang’s desire with playful banter, pushing Ashok’s cuck tendencies. She leaned into Ashwin, voice sultry. “Ashwin, you’re all talk—what’s got you so curious?”
Her tone teased, her hand brushing his arm lightly, a controlled spark, her eyes flicking to Ashok, whose stare burned heavier, his silence screaming hunger.
Fuck, Ashok’s eating it up—watching me flirt, burning like a cuck, she thought, her body buzzing, a thrill at his quiet torment.
Dinesh laughed, leaning in. “Curious? Nivi, you’re a fire—got us all tripping. What’s the secret?” His eyes lingered on her hips, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s gaze was a silent blaze, his fingers twitching, betraying his cuck desire. She smirked, voice low.
“Secret? Just playing the game—think you boys can handle it?” Her words were naughty, indirect, stoking their hunger, her eyes locking on Ashok briefly, fueling his burn. Fuck, he’s listening—cuck’s hooked, watching me lead, she thought, her power surging, her clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me.
Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Handle? Girl, you’re running this show—careful, or you’ll break them.”
Her tone was playful, but the warning landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my fire—Ashok’s burning hardest, she thought, her body alive with the game, keeping it light but daring.
Continues...