27-08-2025, 07:24 PM
Chapter 44: Cuck’s Watch - Part 2
The day dragged with a heavier workload, Nivi and Mohan staying late to finish reports, the office emptying as they sorted files in the quiet.
“Nivi, you’re killing it—making work look good,” Mohan said, voice low, stepping close, his hand brushing her arm as they packed, eyes hungry but submissive. Fuck, he’s still mine—obedient, but craving, she thought, testing her control further, leaning in to let her shoulder graze his, voice sultry.
“Good? Mohan, you’re the one who’s... following orders.” Her tone was naughty, implying his defeat, her body warming as she grabbed her bag, hips swaying subtly.
They headed to his car, the drive starting with flirty, lust-filled banter, the air thick with their game.
“Following orders? Nivi, you’re the boss—those lips proved it,” Mohan teased, voice low, eyes flicking to her lips, then her curves, his hand on the gear shift near her thigh.
Fuck, he’s yielding—calling me boss, loving my power, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting.
“Boss? Good—keep listening, then,” she purred, voice sultry, leaning toward him, a naughty spark in her eyes. My clarity—make him burn, stay queen.
As they approached the parking lot, Nivi noticed Ashok lingering near the office lot, half-hidden by a parked bike, his cuck stare burning, watching Mohan’s car.
Fuck, Ashok’s there—watching, burning like a cuck, she thought, her heart racing, a wicked idea blooming: Make him watch, fuel his hunger, show my power.
She leaned closer to Mohan, voice low and dirty. “Mohan, wait. Let’s... play a little.” Her tone was sultry, teasing, implying a sensual game, her eyes flicking to Ashok’s hidden spot, unnoticed by Mohan.
Mohan grinned, veering to a secluded corner of the parking lot, trees shading, only the car’s dim lights casting a glow. “Quiet, huh? You’re trouble, Nivi,” he said, opening her door, eyes blazing with hunger.
Nivi got out, heart pounding, her body alive with the thrill, noticing Ashok’s silhouette shift, still watching, his cuck eyes locked on her. Fuck, he’s watching—let him see my fire, burn for what he can’t have, she thought, stepping close to Mohan, her body angled to give Ashok a view, keeping Mohan unaware.
She tested her control, voice sultry, dripping with lust. “Mohan, you’re mine tonight—ready to obey?” Her words were dirty, teasing, her hand trailing down his chest, stopping short of his waist, her hips swaying, kurti pulling taut to tease Ashok’s gaze.
Fuck, Ashok’s burning—watching me own Mohan, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting as she leaned in, lips brushing Mohan’s ear, whispering, “Kiss me—slow, make it good.” Her tone was commanding, naughty, her eyes flicking to Ashok’s hidden spot, ensuring he saw.
Mohan groaned, voice rough. “Fuck, Nivi—boss me around, I’m yours.” His lips met hers, slow and deep, tongues brushing, his hands on her hips, squeezing, pulling her close, her breasts pressing his chest, ass swaying subtly for Ashok’s eyes. Fuck, his kiss—hot, submitting, but Ashok’s watching makes it hotter, she thought, her body on fire, lips parting wider, sucking his tongue, a sensual show for the cuck. She angled her body, letting Ashok see her curves, her control, Mohan’s hands roaming her waist, unaware of the hidden gaze.
“Goddamn, Nivi—you’re fire, lips so fucking hot,” Mohan murmured, voice breaking, hands sliding to her ass, squeezing, his cock hardening against her thigh.
She deepened the kiss, moaning softly, her hands pulling his hair, body grinding subtly, teasing Ashok’s silent burn. Fuck, Ashok’s watching—cuck’s burning, seeing me rule Mohan, she thought, her power surging, clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me—Ashok’s my cuck, Mohan’s my toy. She broke the kiss, voice sultry. “Good boy—obeying nicely. Now drop me.”
They got in the car, Mohan panting, eyes hungry but yielding. “You’re killing me, boss,” he said, voice rough, starting the engine. Nivi glanced at Ashok’s spot, his silhouette still there, eyes burning as they drove off.
Fuck, he saw it all—my lips, my power, burning for what he’ll never touch, she thought, her body humming with triumph, her fire ruling.
The chapter closed on her victorious thrill, Mohan’s obedience secured, Ashok’s cuck hunger fueled.
Continues...
The day dragged with a heavier workload, Nivi and Mohan staying late to finish reports, the office emptying as they sorted files in the quiet.
“Nivi, you’re killing it—making work look good,” Mohan said, voice low, stepping close, his hand brushing her arm as they packed, eyes hungry but submissive. Fuck, he’s still mine—obedient, but craving, she thought, testing her control further, leaning in to let her shoulder graze his, voice sultry.
“Good? Mohan, you’re the one who’s... following orders.” Her tone was naughty, implying his defeat, her body warming as she grabbed her bag, hips swaying subtly.
They headed to his car, the drive starting with flirty, lust-filled banter, the air thick with their game.
“Following orders? Nivi, you’re the boss—those lips proved it,” Mohan teased, voice low, eyes flicking to her lips, then her curves, his hand on the gear shift near her thigh.
Fuck, he’s yielding—calling me boss, loving my power, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting.
“Boss? Good—keep listening, then,” she purred, voice sultry, leaning toward him, a naughty spark in her eyes. My clarity—make him burn, stay queen.
As they approached the parking lot, Nivi noticed Ashok lingering near the office lot, half-hidden by a parked bike, his cuck stare burning, watching Mohan’s car.
Fuck, Ashok’s there—watching, burning like a cuck, she thought, her heart racing, a wicked idea blooming: Make him watch, fuel his hunger, show my power.
She leaned closer to Mohan, voice low and dirty. “Mohan, wait. Let’s... play a little.” Her tone was sultry, teasing, implying a sensual game, her eyes flicking to Ashok’s hidden spot, unnoticed by Mohan.
Mohan grinned, veering to a secluded corner of the parking lot, trees shading, only the car’s dim lights casting a glow. “Quiet, huh? You’re trouble, Nivi,” he said, opening her door, eyes blazing with hunger.
Nivi got out, heart pounding, her body alive with the thrill, noticing Ashok’s silhouette shift, still watching, his cuck eyes locked on her. Fuck, he’s watching—let him see my fire, burn for what he can’t have, she thought, stepping close to Mohan, her body angled to give Ashok a view, keeping Mohan unaware.
She tested her control, voice sultry, dripping with lust. “Mohan, you’re mine tonight—ready to obey?” Her words were dirty, teasing, her hand trailing down his chest, stopping short of his waist, her hips swaying, kurti pulling taut to tease Ashok’s gaze.
Fuck, Ashok’s burning—watching me own Mohan, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting as she leaned in, lips brushing Mohan’s ear, whispering, “Kiss me—slow, make it good.” Her tone was commanding, naughty, her eyes flicking to Ashok’s hidden spot, ensuring he saw.
Mohan groaned, voice rough. “Fuck, Nivi—boss me around, I’m yours.” His lips met hers, slow and deep, tongues brushing, his hands on her hips, squeezing, pulling her close, her breasts pressing his chest, ass swaying subtly for Ashok’s eyes. Fuck, his kiss—hot, submitting, but Ashok’s watching makes it hotter, she thought, her body on fire, lips parting wider, sucking his tongue, a sensual show for the cuck. She angled her body, letting Ashok see her curves, her control, Mohan’s hands roaming her waist, unaware of the hidden gaze.
“Goddamn, Nivi—you’re fire, lips so fucking hot,” Mohan murmured, voice breaking, hands sliding to her ass, squeezing, his cock hardening against her thigh.
She deepened the kiss, moaning softly, her hands pulling his hair, body grinding subtly, teasing Ashok’s silent burn. Fuck, Ashok’s watching—cuck’s burning, seeing me rule Mohan, she thought, her power surging, clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me—Ashok’s my cuck, Mohan’s my toy. She broke the kiss, voice sultry. “Good boy—obeying nicely. Now drop me.”
They got in the car, Mohan panting, eyes hungry but yielding. “You’re killing me, boss,” he said, voice rough, starting the engine. Nivi glanced at Ashok’s spot, his silhouette still there, eyes burning as they drove off.
Fuck, he saw it all—my lips, my power, burning for what he’ll never touch, she thought, her body humming with triumph, her fire ruling.
The chapter closed on her victorious thrill, Mohan’s obedience secured, Ashok’s cuck hunger fueled.
Continues...
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