20-01-2026, 04:56 PM
Chapter 46 – The Alpha Show
Prem sat in his office — video call open, screen glowing with product demo slides.
He was explaining features to the client — voice steady, slides clicking smoothly.
But his mind was full of doubts again.
Nivi's silence yesterday, her anger in the flight, the way she changed seats to sit near Rohan — it all gnawed at him.
What happened to her? Why is she pulling away?
He wanted to reach her — speak, clear the air.
But fear stopped him.
What if she thinks it's odd? What if she gets irritated?
Somewhere in his mind he wanted to check on Nivi again — just see her, make sure everything was fine.
He searched for a reason — something natural to visit her office.
Suddenly he remembered — the plot they purchased for construction.
Back in Chapter 28, with guidance of Rohan, he had bought that land — a promise of a new home, a fresh start. The engineer had sent initial plans months back, but due to full pressure on projects, he hadn't had time to approve them.
He immediately called the engineer.
"Send me some luxurious, nice plans for the house. I will get my wife's approval today."
Engineer: "Sure sir, I'll send in an hour."
Prem jumped in joy — he had a reason.
He could reach her, spy a little — see if all was good, be assured.
If everything looked normal, he could relax.
At Rohan's penthouse — they reached.
Nivi surprised — looked around the familiar entrance.
"You said you take me somewhere... but here is our house."
Rohan corrected gently — eyes glinting with something deeper.
"Not our house. We are going to your bedroom... your husband's room."
He paused — voice low, intimate.
"Invite me to your bedroom."
Nivi didn't realise — he was unveiling the starting stage of his cuckold fantasy.
She hesitated — then nodded, voice soft.
"Come."
As they entered — Prem's bedroom, their marital bed, photos of family on the wall, Aara's toys in the corner.
Rohan undressed himself — slow, deliberate.
Nude.
When she turned around — she saw naked Rohan.
He came closer — slowly, deliberately.
Instead of undressing her immediately, he asked her to stay calm.
"Observe. Enjoy every inch. Every pleasure."
He stood before her — fully bare, body sculpted, hardness proud and thick.
"All we did earlier was fast sex," he said softly. "We need to enjoy slowly. Really feel it."
He took her hand — guided it to his penis.
"Hold it. Enjoy it."
Nivi's fingers wrapped around — warm, heavy, pulsing.
He began a lesson — voice low, intimate.
"Feel the veins... the way it throbs when you squeeze gently. See how the head glistens? That's for you."
He moved her hand — slow strokes, up and down, thumb circling tip.
"Embrace it. This is yours when we're together. No shame. No rush."
Nivi's breath quickened — eyes locked on his length, then up to his face.
"It's so... warm," she whispered, almost to herself.
Rohan smiled — "That's because it's alive for you. Feel how it jumps when you touch the underside... right there."
She did — fingers tracing the sensitive ridge.
He groaned softly — "Yes... just like that."
Nivi looked up — shy but curious.
"Why are you teaching me this?"
"Because I want you to know it. Not fear it. Not rush it. Own it."
He leaned down — kissed her slow, deep.
Then led her hand lower — cupping, exploring.
She felt him grow harder — veins standing out more, skin hot.
He whispered against her lips.
"You feel that? How it swells... that's your power."
Nivi's cheeks flushed — "It's... intimidating."
"And beautiful," he corrected. "Look at it. Really look. This is what makes you moan. This is what fills you. Embrace it."
She did — eyes tracing every detail: the thick base, the slight curve, the glistening tip.
He kissed her neck — slow trail.
Then undressed her — saree falling in folds, blouse unhooked, petticoat sliding down.
Naked together.
He guided her to bed — laid her back gently.
Kissed down her body — slow trail: neck, breasts, stomach, inner thighs.
She moaned — soft, building.
At the same time, Engineer sent building plan. Prem took print immediately — started car to Nivi's office.
The 20 mins as he drive.... Nivi was in ecstasy as the smooching and kissing all over her body made her moan in pleasure....
"Fuck me Rohan," she said — voice husky.
Rohan smiled — "What's the emergency for it? Let's take it slow today... I want you to just enjoy my penis."
He stood up — made her sit on bed.
He stepped out on floor — stood with penis facing her face.
He positioned himself — penis head at face level.
He slapped her face lightly with his thick dick — heavy, warm contact.
Circled his penis on her lips — teasing, painting them with pre-cum.
She embraced it with her face — cheeks brushing, lips parting slightly.
At this time, Prem reached her office — found staff saying Rohan and madam left for some work.
Prem called her.
Phone rang.
Nivi's hand was on Rohan's penis — playing with it, stroking slow.
She was shocked to see his call.. Rohan said attend the call.. and put on speaker
she did
Prem: "Where are you Nivi? What are you doing at office time?"
She said — voice shaky — "I have plenty of works to be completed on my hand.."
Nivi visibly saw the change in Rohan pattern.. he was trying to make her fuck.. a sign his mood is turned on when Prem came on phone.. she smiled
He pushed her back on bed.
Her hand left his penis.
Rohan wrote "atmosphere" on his phone and showed her.
She realised what he meant — an alpha's cuckold game show.
He spread her legs.
Pushed his dick slowly inside — inch by inch, stretching, filling.
He moved — slow, deep thrusts, hips rolling, letting her feel every ridge, every vein.
She gasped — "Ohhh..."
Prem asked — "What happened?"
She could not speak properly — Rohan pursued even more.
She said — "Speaking with you I gulped coffee and it's so hot it spilled on me..."
Rohan thrust harder — she said — "I will call later" — cut the phone abruptly.
Prem is disappointed how she cut the call.. he tried again but the phone kept ringing....
5 minutes later Rohan phone rang.. prem again.. he smiled... he said see he doubts us... lets show our value...
Nivi could not hear anything other than the Wet sounds — soft slaps of skin,
her moans rising.
He whispered — "Feel me... all of me."
"This is what I said — did you feel the kick of cheating? Extra marital pleasure. Let's do it baby — no one suffers but pleasures are ours..."
She said — "Mmmmm..."
She did — body arching, hands clutching sheets.
After long, teasing minutes — they came together.
Another phone ring from Rohan's mobile.
Nivi said — breath still ragged — "Looks like Prem keeps on calling you..."
Rohan glanced at the screen — then at her, eyes dark with mischief.
"Attend it. Tell him something... baby."
Nivi teased back — voice husky, playful — "Okay baby... let me attend it. But don't ask for a second round hearing his voice... I'm exhausted."
Rohan was surprised — Is she in for the cuckold game? Oh no...
His penis stood rock hard again — twitching at the thought.
He said — voice low, thick — "Attend the call, baby... let me fill you and show who owns you."
He came on top of her — inserted his penis again, deeper this time.
She took the phone — attended not looking the caller name...
She said — "Yes my dear husband... why are you keep on calling him?"
Rohan pushed one deep thrust.
She gasped — moan swallowed. She was shocked.. now Prem will definitely know Nivi is fukcing someone.. the moan will tell him.. she was shocked.. panicked..
The voice on the phone — "I'm willing to be your husband..."
but the fellow beside you, Mr. Rohan said — "You look gorgeous in person." but he keeps hiding you..
The voice was not Prem's. She was relaxed but who he is he...
She shocked — pulled phone away to see the display name.
The name reads: Aadhil.
Prem sat in his office — video call open, screen glowing with product demo slides.
He was explaining features to the client — voice steady, slides clicking smoothly.
But his mind was full of doubts again.
Nivi's silence yesterday, her anger in the flight, the way she changed seats to sit near Rohan — it all gnawed at him.
What happened to her? Why is she pulling away?
He wanted to reach her — speak, clear the air.
But fear stopped him.
What if she thinks it's odd? What if she gets irritated?
Somewhere in his mind he wanted to check on Nivi again — just see her, make sure everything was fine.
He searched for a reason — something natural to visit her office.
Suddenly he remembered — the plot they purchased for construction.
Back in Chapter 28, with guidance of Rohan, he had bought that land — a promise of a new home, a fresh start. The engineer had sent initial plans months back, but due to full pressure on projects, he hadn't had time to approve them.
He immediately called the engineer.
"Send me some luxurious, nice plans for the house. I will get my wife's approval today."
Engineer: "Sure sir, I'll send in an hour."
Prem jumped in joy — he had a reason.
He could reach her, spy a little — see if all was good, be assured.
If everything looked normal, he could relax.
At Rohan's penthouse — they reached.
Nivi surprised — looked around the familiar entrance.
"You said you take me somewhere... but here is our house."
Rohan corrected gently — eyes glinting with something deeper.
"Not our house. We are going to your bedroom... your husband's room."
He paused — voice low, intimate.
"Invite me to your bedroom."
Nivi didn't realise — he was unveiling the starting stage of his cuckold fantasy.
She hesitated — then nodded, voice soft.
"Come."
As they entered — Prem's bedroom, their marital bed, photos of family on the wall, Aara's toys in the corner.
Rohan undressed himself — slow, deliberate.
Nude.
When she turned around — she saw naked Rohan.
He came closer — slowly, deliberately.
Instead of undressing her immediately, he asked her to stay calm.
"Observe. Enjoy every inch. Every pleasure."
He stood before her — fully bare, body sculpted, hardness proud and thick.
"All we did earlier was fast sex," he said softly. "We need to enjoy slowly. Really feel it."
He took her hand — guided it to his penis.
"Hold it. Enjoy it."
Nivi's fingers wrapped around — warm, heavy, pulsing.
He began a lesson — voice low, intimate.
"Feel the veins... the way it throbs when you squeeze gently. See how the head glistens? That's for you."
He moved her hand — slow strokes, up and down, thumb circling tip.
"Embrace it. This is yours when we're together. No shame. No rush."
Nivi's breath quickened — eyes locked on his length, then up to his face.
"It's so... warm," she whispered, almost to herself.
Rohan smiled — "That's because it's alive for you. Feel how it jumps when you touch the underside... right there."
She did — fingers tracing the sensitive ridge.
He groaned softly — "Yes... just like that."
Nivi looked up — shy but curious.
"Why are you teaching me this?"
"Because I want you to know it. Not fear it. Not rush it. Own it."
He leaned down — kissed her slow, deep.
Then led her hand lower — cupping, exploring.
She felt him grow harder — veins standing out more, skin hot.
He whispered against her lips.
"You feel that? How it swells... that's your power."
Nivi's cheeks flushed — "It's... intimidating."
"And beautiful," he corrected. "Look at it. Really look. This is what makes you moan. This is what fills you. Embrace it."
She did — eyes tracing every detail: the thick base, the slight curve, the glistening tip.
He kissed her neck — slow trail.
Then undressed her — saree falling in folds, blouse unhooked, petticoat sliding down.
Naked together.
He guided her to bed — laid her back gently.
Kissed down her body — slow trail: neck, breasts, stomach, inner thighs.
She moaned — soft, building.
At the same time, Engineer sent building plan. Prem took print immediately — started car to Nivi's office.
The 20 mins as he drive.... Nivi was in ecstasy as the smooching and kissing all over her body made her moan in pleasure....
"Fuck me Rohan," she said — voice husky.
Rohan smiled — "What's the emergency for it? Let's take it slow today... I want you to just enjoy my penis."
He stood up — made her sit on bed.
He stepped out on floor — stood with penis facing her face.
He positioned himself — penis head at face level.
He slapped her face lightly with his thick dick — heavy, warm contact.
Circled his penis on her lips — teasing, painting them with pre-cum.
She embraced it with her face — cheeks brushing, lips parting slightly.
At this time, Prem reached her office — found staff saying Rohan and madam left for some work.
Prem called her.
Phone rang.
Nivi's hand was on Rohan's penis — playing with it, stroking slow.
She was shocked to see his call.. Rohan said attend the call.. and put on speaker
she did
Prem: "Where are you Nivi? What are you doing at office time?"
She said — voice shaky — "I have plenty of works to be completed on my hand.."
Nivi visibly saw the change in Rohan pattern.. he was trying to make her fuck.. a sign his mood is turned on when Prem came on phone.. she smiled
He pushed her back on bed.
Her hand left his penis.
Rohan wrote "atmosphere" on his phone and showed her.
She realised what he meant — an alpha's cuckold game show.
He spread her legs.
Pushed his dick slowly inside — inch by inch, stretching, filling.
He moved — slow, deep thrusts, hips rolling, letting her feel every ridge, every vein.
She gasped — "Ohhh..."
Prem asked — "What happened?"
She could not speak properly — Rohan pursued even more.
She said — "Speaking with you I gulped coffee and it's so hot it spilled on me..."
Rohan thrust harder — she said — "I will call later" — cut the phone abruptly.
Prem is disappointed how she cut the call.. he tried again but the phone kept ringing....
5 minutes later Rohan phone rang.. prem again.. he smiled... he said see he doubts us... lets show our value...
Nivi could not hear anything other than the Wet sounds — soft slaps of skin,
her moans rising.
He whispered — "Feel me... all of me."
"This is what I said — did you feel the kick of cheating? Extra marital pleasure. Let's do it baby — no one suffers but pleasures are ours..."
She said — "Mmmmm..."
She did — body arching, hands clutching sheets.
After long, teasing minutes — they came together.
Another phone ring from Rohan's mobile.
Nivi said — breath still ragged — "Looks like Prem keeps on calling you..."
Rohan glanced at the screen — then at her, eyes dark with mischief.
"Attend it. Tell him something... baby."
Nivi teased back — voice husky, playful — "Okay baby... let me attend it. But don't ask for a second round hearing his voice... I'm exhausted."
Rohan was surprised — Is she in for the cuckold game? Oh no...
His penis stood rock hard again — twitching at the thought.
He said — voice low, thick — "Attend the call, baby... let me fill you and show who owns you."
He came on top of her — inserted his penis again, deeper this time.
She took the phone — attended not looking the caller name...
She said — "Yes my dear husband... why are you keep on calling him?"
Rohan pushed one deep thrust.
She gasped — moan swallowed. She was shocked.. now Prem will definitely know Nivi is fukcing someone.. the moan will tell him.. she was shocked.. panicked..
The voice on the phone — "I'm willing to be your husband..."
but the fellow beside you, Mr. Rohan said — "You look gorgeous in person." but he keeps hiding you..
The voice was not Prem's. She was relaxed but who he is he...
She shocked — pulled phone away to see the display name.
The name reads: Aadhil.
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