28-08-2025, 10:51 PM
Chapter 45: Steady Glow - Part 2
The days continued, Nivi maintaining her command over Mohan, keeping him teased without giving ground. During a drop, she leaned close in his car, voice sultry, indirect.
“Mohan, you’re still burning, aren’t you? No touching—just dream.” Her tone was naughty, eyes glinting as she angled her body, letting her shoulder brush his, a controlled tease. Fuck, he’s longing—cock probably hard, but I’m keeping it steady, she thought, her body calm, resisting the pull of his heat, her mind sharp: No falling for his dick, my fire’s mine.
Mohan’s voice was low, strained. “Dreaming? Nivi, you’re torture—those lips, fuck, I’m trying.” His eyes burned, submissive, his hand gripping the wheel to stay still. Fuck, he’s obeying—burning for my mouth, but I’m ruling this, she thought, her power surging, a quiet thrill at his restraint. “Good boy—keep trying,” she purred, voice teasing, stepping out at her drop point, blocks from home, her hips swaying subtly, leaving him hungry.
The gang’s banter stayed playful, but Nivi kept her fire steady, no wild sparks. Ashwin teased at a break, “Nivi, you’re too calm—where’s the fire?” His eyes flicked to her lips, probing. She smirked, voice sultry. “Calm? Just pacing myself—don’t want you boys burning out.” Her tone was light, teasing, her clarity holding: Lead, don’t fall. Ashok’s cuck stare lingered, silent but heavy, his hunger fueled by her control. Fuck, Ashok’s still burning—cuck’s watching my glow, she thought, her body tingling, power steady.
One evening, her phone buzzed, Raghavan’s name lighting the screen. Her heart raced, his voice a low rumble when she answered. “Nivi, I’m back soon—few days. Need you for the weekend, though—work, you know how it is. Be ready, arrange things at home.” His tone was serious, but a naughty edge slipped through, implying more than files. Fuck, he’s coming—needs me, wants me, she thought, her body warming, her fire flickering but steady.
“Weekend, sir? I’ll be ready,” she said, voice soft, sultry, testing. “Work... or more?” Her tone teased, implying their heat, her mind racing: He’s close, his claim’s near—my pussy’s his, but my fire’s mine.
He laughed, voice rough, teasing. “Work, play—both, my naughty girl. Make sure you’re free—gonna need that fire, but it’s mine when I’m back.” His words were dirty, possessive, a thrill sparking in her. Fuck, he’s teasing—owning me, but encouraging my glow, she thought, her body buzzing. “Free? I’ll arrange it, daddy,” she purred, voice sultry, submitting yet bold.
After the call, Nivi found her mother-in-law in the kitchen, cleaning up, the kids asleep. “Amma, I... might need to be away this weekend—work thing,” she said, voice soft, indirect, implying more without naming Raghavan. Fuck, she’ll know—my glow, my fire, she thought, her heart racing, a subtle blush rising.
Her mother-in-law smiled, eyes knowing but warm. “Work? Don’t worry, dear—I’ll handle the kids. You go, shine.” Her tone was indirect, understanding the unspoken, supportive without prying. Fuck, she gets it—my fire, my freedom, she thought, a quiet thrill at her support, her clarity steady: I’m queen, ruling, not falling.
The chapter closed on Nivi curling up, her fire a steady glow, Mohan’s longing controlled, Raghavan’s return looming, her power balanced and bright.
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The days continued, Nivi maintaining her command over Mohan, keeping him teased without giving ground. During a drop, she leaned close in his car, voice sultry, indirect.
“Mohan, you’re still burning, aren’t you? No touching—just dream.” Her tone was naughty, eyes glinting as she angled her body, letting her shoulder brush his, a controlled tease. Fuck, he’s longing—cock probably hard, but I’m keeping it steady, she thought, her body calm, resisting the pull of his heat, her mind sharp: No falling for his dick, my fire’s mine.
Mohan’s voice was low, strained. “Dreaming? Nivi, you’re torture—those lips, fuck, I’m trying.” His eyes burned, submissive, his hand gripping the wheel to stay still. Fuck, he’s obeying—burning for my mouth, but I’m ruling this, she thought, her power surging, a quiet thrill at his restraint. “Good boy—keep trying,” she purred, voice teasing, stepping out at her drop point, blocks from home, her hips swaying subtly, leaving him hungry.
The gang’s banter stayed playful, but Nivi kept her fire steady, no wild sparks. Ashwin teased at a break, “Nivi, you’re too calm—where’s the fire?” His eyes flicked to her lips, probing. She smirked, voice sultry. “Calm? Just pacing myself—don’t want you boys burning out.” Her tone was light, teasing, her clarity holding: Lead, don’t fall. Ashok’s cuck stare lingered, silent but heavy, his hunger fueled by her control. Fuck, Ashok’s still burning—cuck’s watching my glow, she thought, her body tingling, power steady.
One evening, her phone buzzed, Raghavan’s name lighting the screen. Her heart raced, his voice a low rumble when she answered. “Nivi, I’m back soon—few days. Need you for the weekend, though—work, you know how it is. Be ready, arrange things at home.” His tone was serious, but a naughty edge slipped through, implying more than files. Fuck, he’s coming—needs me, wants me, she thought, her body warming, her fire flickering but steady.
“Weekend, sir? I’ll be ready,” she said, voice soft, sultry, testing. “Work... or more?” Her tone teased, implying their heat, her mind racing: He’s close, his claim’s near—my pussy’s his, but my fire’s mine.
He laughed, voice rough, teasing. “Work, play—both, my naughty girl. Make sure you’re free—gonna need that fire, but it’s mine when I’m back.” His words were dirty, possessive, a thrill sparking in her. Fuck, he’s teasing—owning me, but encouraging my glow, she thought, her body buzzing. “Free? I’ll arrange it, daddy,” she purred, voice sultry, submitting yet bold.
After the call, Nivi found her mother-in-law in the kitchen, cleaning up, the kids asleep. “Amma, I... might need to be away this weekend—work thing,” she said, voice soft, indirect, implying more without naming Raghavan. Fuck, she’ll know—my glow, my fire, she thought, her heart racing, a subtle blush rising.
Her mother-in-law smiled, eyes knowing but warm. “Work? Don’t worry, dear—I’ll handle the kids. You go, shine.” Her tone was indirect, understanding the unspoken, supportive without prying. Fuck, she gets it—my fire, my freedom, she thought, a quiet thrill at her support, her clarity steady: I’m queen, ruling, not falling.
The chapter closed on Nivi curling up, her fire a steady glow, Mohan’s longing controlled, Raghavan’s return looming, her power balanced and bright.
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