28-08-2025, 10:50 PM
Chapter 45: Steady Glow - Part 1
The office days following Nivi’s orchestrated display with Mohan—his kiss under her control, Ashok’s cuck eyes burning from the shadows—flowed with a deliberate calm, her presence a steady flame that drew eyes without blazing wild.
Her clarity held firm: wield her fire to make others fall, not fall herself. Raghavan’s absence lingered, his words of freedom and possessive claim a distant anchor, but Nivi focused on control—commanding Mohan to halt his advances, keeping him teased and longing, while resisting her own fire’s pull toward his body.
Fuck, my power’s in leading, not slipping, she thought, moving through tasks, her confidence a quiet glow, no wild surges. Mohan's hungry stares, Ashok’s silent burn—I’ll keep them craving, but my fire’s steady now, no falling for his cock.
At the tea station, the gang’s banter crackled, but Nivi targeted Mohan subtly, testing her command. He leaned close, pouring her a cup, voice low and playful. “Nivi, you’re killing me with that glow—still got me thinking about... you.” His eyes flicked to her lips, a naughty glint implying their past heat, his hand brushing the counter near hers.
She stepped back, voice firm but sultry. “No advances, Mohan—look, long, but don’t touch.” Her tone was commanding, indirect, eyes locking on his with a teasing edge. Fuck, he’s craving—hungry for my mouth, my fire—but I’m keeping him teased, she thought, her body steady, no rush of heat.
“Dream about it—that’s all you get.” Mohan’s eyes widened, a submissive spark flickering—fuck, he’s bending, burning for what I deny, she thought, leaving him with a sultry wink, her power a quiet pulse.
The gang noticed her glow, Ashwin leaning in at lunch, grin sharp. “Nivi, you’re on fire—something’s got you lit. What’s the vibe?” His voice was probing, eyes tracing her lips, sensing her control.
She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Vibe? Just thriving, Ashwin—maybe you’re all seeing what you want.” Her tone teased, keeping it vague, her body calm as she leaned forward, a subtle sway in her hips.
Fuck, they feel my fire—steady, not wild, she thought, her clarity guiding her: Lead the dance, make them crave. Dinesh chimed in, “Thriving? You’re trouble—got us all tripping. What’s the fuel?” His eyes lingered, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s cuck stare burned heavier, silent and intense, still fueled from his hidden watch.
Fuck, Ashok’s burning—cuck’s hooked, watching my power, she thought, her body tingling with control, keeping it light but commanding.
Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Trouble? Girl, you’re ruling this place—careful, or you’ll have them all on their knees.” Her tone was playful, but the truth landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my glow—Ashok’s cuck fire blazing, but I’m steady, she thought, her power a quiet hum, her clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me.
Mid-afternoon, alone with Mohan by the files, she pushed her control further, voice low and naughty. “Still thinking about me, Mohan? Told you—no advances.” Her tone was firm, teasing, leaning close as they sorted papers, her shoulder brushing his, a controlled spark. Fuck, testing him—keeping him longing, no giving in, she thought, her body steady, ass shifting subtly to tease his gaze without breaking her rule.
Mohan grinned, voice low, submissive. “No advances, Nivi—I’m listening. But fuck, you’re making it hard.” His eyes traced her lips, hungry but yielding, his hand staying still.
Fuck, he’s hooked—craving my mouth, but I’m the queen, she thought, stepping back with a sultry smile. “Hard’s the point—long for it, don’t act.” Her voice was commanding, her fire a steady glow, no wild flare.
Continues...
The office days following Nivi’s orchestrated display with Mohan—his kiss under her control, Ashok’s cuck eyes burning from the shadows—flowed with a deliberate calm, her presence a steady flame that drew eyes without blazing wild.
Her clarity held firm: wield her fire to make others fall, not fall herself. Raghavan’s absence lingered, his words of freedom and possessive claim a distant anchor, but Nivi focused on control—commanding Mohan to halt his advances, keeping him teased and longing, while resisting her own fire’s pull toward his body.
Fuck, my power’s in leading, not slipping, she thought, moving through tasks, her confidence a quiet glow, no wild surges. Mohan's hungry stares, Ashok’s silent burn—I’ll keep them craving, but my fire’s steady now, no falling for his cock.
At the tea station, the gang’s banter crackled, but Nivi targeted Mohan subtly, testing her command. He leaned close, pouring her a cup, voice low and playful. “Nivi, you’re killing me with that glow—still got me thinking about... you.” His eyes flicked to her lips, a naughty glint implying their past heat, his hand brushing the counter near hers.
She stepped back, voice firm but sultry. “No advances, Mohan—look, long, but don’t touch.” Her tone was commanding, indirect, eyes locking on his with a teasing edge. Fuck, he’s craving—hungry for my mouth, my fire—but I’m keeping him teased, she thought, her body steady, no rush of heat.
“Dream about it—that’s all you get.” Mohan’s eyes widened, a submissive spark flickering—fuck, he’s bending, burning for what I deny, she thought, leaving him with a sultry wink, her power a quiet pulse.
The gang noticed her glow, Ashwin leaning in at lunch, grin sharp. “Nivi, you’re on fire—something’s got you lit. What’s the vibe?” His voice was probing, eyes tracing her lips, sensing her control.
She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Vibe? Just thriving, Ashwin—maybe you’re all seeing what you want.” Her tone teased, keeping it vague, her body calm as she leaned forward, a subtle sway in her hips.
Fuck, they feel my fire—steady, not wild, she thought, her clarity guiding her: Lead the dance, make them crave. Dinesh chimed in, “Thriving? You’re trouble—got us all tripping. What’s the fuel?” His eyes lingered, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s cuck stare burned heavier, silent and intense, still fueled from his hidden watch.
Fuck, Ashok’s burning—cuck’s hooked, watching my power, she thought, her body tingling with control, keeping it light but commanding.
Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Trouble? Girl, you’re ruling this place—careful, or you’ll have them all on their knees.” Her tone was playful, but the truth landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my glow—Ashok’s cuck fire blazing, but I’m steady, she thought, her power a quiet hum, her clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me.
Mid-afternoon, alone with Mohan by the files, she pushed her control further, voice low and naughty. “Still thinking about me, Mohan? Told you—no advances.” Her tone was firm, teasing, leaning close as they sorted papers, her shoulder brushing his, a controlled spark. Fuck, testing him—keeping him longing, no giving in, she thought, her body steady, ass shifting subtly to tease his gaze without breaking her rule.
Mohan grinned, voice low, submissive. “No advances, Nivi—I’m listening. But fuck, you’re making it hard.” His eyes traced her lips, hungry but yielding, his hand staying still.
Fuck, he’s hooked—craving my mouth, but I’m the queen, she thought, stepping back with a sultry smile. “Hard’s the point—long for it, don’t act.” Her voice was commanding, her fire a steady glow, no wild flare.
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