Forbidden Desire of Shalini - The Awakening

[shellyshalini]

EPISODE 12: Orchestrate the Sealing of the Plan

I watched Bikram pull out his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen. Rupam’s fingers still traced lazy circles on my hip, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of my nightie. The brinjal had been removed, set aside on the coffee table, a cool reminder of what had just passed. My thighs still trembled.

Bikram glanced at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Time to call Rohan.”

My breath caught. “Now?”

“Trust me.” He pressed dial and put the phone to his ear. I sat frozen on Rupam’s lap, listening to the one-sided conversation.

“Rohan bhaiya? Haan, main Bikram. Listen, I need a favour. Rupam is here with me—he needs to go to your side for a few days. The transport office has some work near your tour route, and it’ll help me if he travels with you.”

There was a pause. Rupam’s hand stilled on my waist. I could hear the faint murmur of Rohan’s voice through the speaker, but not the words.

“Haan, haan, he’s a good boy. You know him. He’ll handle the luggage, keep you company. And it’ll save me from sending someone else later.” Another pause. “Aapki convenience pe adjustment kar lenge. Haan, definitely. Thank you, bhaiya.”

Bikram ended the call, his eyes gleaming. “Done. He agreed. Rupam will leave with him day after tomorrow noon.”

Rupam’s grin returned, bolder now. “And I’ll call you every day, bhabiji. Let you know exactly where he is. Maybe I’ll find a reason to extend the trip by an extra night.”

My heart fluttered. I looked at Bikram, who had moved closer, his hand cupping my chin gently. “You see, Saini? I told you. After Tomorrow night, it’s just us. The whole house, the whole night. Our suhagraat.”

The word made me shiver. I leaned into his touch, my body still humming from Rupam’s attention. Bikram’s thumb brushed my lower lip.

“But today,” he murmured, “we still have around one hour for us.”

“Now,” Bikram said softly, “let me remind you who you belong to first.”

I broke the kiss, my lips trembling as I looked up at Rupam's eager face, then back at Bikram's commanding presence. The weight of submission settled over me like a warm blanket, and I let go of the last shreds of resistance.

Rupam guided me back onto his lap, his hands finding their way to my breasts immediately. This time, I didn't sit stiffly. I leaned back against his chest, letting my body relax into his touch. His fingers traced the outline of my nipples through the thin cotton, circling slowly, deliberately.

"You're so responsive, bhabi," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Every little touch makes you shiver."

I felt Bikram's gaze on us, intense and approving. He hadn't moved from his chair, his arms still crossed, but there was a softness in his eyes now. He nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue.

Rupam's hands slid down my stomach, spreading warmth wherever they touched. He hooked his fingers under the hem of my nightie and pulled it up, exposing my thighs. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, but I didn't try to stop him. I was his to command.

"Spread your legs for him," Bikram said quietly. "Let him see what he's been missing."

I obeyed, my thighs parting slowly. Rupam's hand slid between them, his fingers finding my wetness immediately. He stroked me gently, teasingly, his thumb circling my clit in lazy patterns.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Are you always like this for bhaiya?"

I couldn't answer. My breath came in short gasps as his fingers worked their magic. One finger slipped inside me, then two, curling and stretching. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder.



Bikram stood up and walked over to us. He knelt in front of me, his face inches from mine. His hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.



"Look at me," he said softly. "I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember how good it feels to be claimed."

I nodded, tears of pleasure and emotion welling in my eyes.

I forced my eyes open, meeting Rupam’s gaze. He was watching me with dark intensity, his lips parted, his breathing heavy. He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand.

Rupam’s fingers continued their rhythm inside me, pushing me higher, found the edge of my wetness, sliding through my folds with deliberate slowness. I jerked, a sharp gasp escaping my lips. He circled my clit with his thumb while one finger pressed inside me, curling just right. I grabbed his thighs, my nails digging in as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

“Look at him,” Bikram commanded. “Look at Rupam when he touches you, Come for him," Bikram whispered. "Show him how obedient you can be."

The command broke through my last barrier. I cried out, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Rupam held me close, his fingers slowing as I came down from the high.

When I finally opened my eyes, Bikram was smiling. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, a gesture so tender it made my heart ache.

"Good girl," he said. "Now, let's see how much more you can take before we have to stop."

“That’s it,” Bikram said, his voice low and approving. “You’re doing so well, Saini. Now, I want you to pleasure him. I want to see you on your knees, taking his cock in your mouth.”

The command hung in the air, heavy and not easy to deny. Denial may make Bikram angry, Rupam may refuse to help. My heart raced. I had never done this before—not with a stranger, not with Bikram watching. But the thought sent a thrill through me, and I knew It will be hard to refuse.

I slid off Rupam’s lap, my knees landing on the carpet. He stood up, unbuckling his belt, his erection straining against his trousers. I looked up at him, then at Bikram, who nodded once.

I reached for the zipper, my fingers trembling with anticipation...

I closed my eyes, my lips hovering just above the tip of Rupam’s cock. I could feel his heat radiating against my mouth, the scent of him filling my senses. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat of fear and desire. I had kissed Bikram’s cock many times before, in the dark of night, when the house was quiet and Rohan was asleep. But this was different. This was in front of Bikram, in the light of day, with Rupam watching me with hungry eyes.

I kissed the tip, my lips barely brushing against his skin. Rupam groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I opened my mouth, ready to take him inside, ready to surrender completely.

But then Bikram’s voice cut through the haze of my arousal.

“Shelly… just kiss his balls.”

I froze, relief washing over me like a cool wave. I pulled back, looking up at Bikram. He was smiling, his eyes dark with approval.

“Take his ball in your mouth,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “He shaved his inner hair just for you. We don’t have much time, but I want you to taste him.”

I nodded, my breath coming in soft gasps. I leaned forward again, my lips parting as I took Rupam’s left ball into my mouth. It was warm and heavy against my tongue, smooth from the recent shave. I sucked gently, rolling it around my mouth, tasting the salt of his skin.

Rupam moaned above me, his grip tightening in my hair. “Yes, bhabi,” he gasped. “Just like that.”

I switched to the other ball, sucking it with the same tenderness, my tongue tracing lazy circles around the base. Bikram watched us, his hand stroking his chin, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re learning.”

I released Rupam’s ball with a soft pop, looking up at him through my lashes. He was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed with pleasure. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock again, a promise of what was to come.

“I will satisfy you,” I whispered, my voice steady despite my trembling. “But you have to do something for me first.”

Rupam’s eyes narrowed, a smile playing on his lips. “What?”

I looked at Bikram, who nodded, giving me permission to speak.

“I want you to get an extra night,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “When you leave with Rohan, find a reason to extend the trip by one more night. And when you come back, you and me… alone.”

Rupam’s smile widened, his hand stroking my cheek. “Anything for you,  but I will need the whole day with you as my girlfriend, you promise .”

I sealed the promise with a kiss on his lips, then looked up at Bikram. He stood up, extending his hand to help me to my feet. I took it, my body still humming with unspent desire.

“Time to go,” Bikram said, his voice quiet but firm.

Rupam quickly adjusted his trousers, hiding his still-hard cock. Before I could move, he stepped forward, his hand sliding down my stomach to my mound. He pressed a kiss against the fabric of my nightie, his lips warm against my most intimate place.

“I’ll remember this,” he whispered against my skin. “And next time, you won’t get off so easy.”

He pulled away, his eyes dark with promise, and walked toward the door. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my body aching for more. Bikram came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips brushing my ear.

“You did well,” he said softly. “But this is just the beginning.”