[shellyshalini]

Episode 18 : The Thrill of Exposure

After half an hour of rest, my fingers found their way back to Bikram's cock. I couldn't help myself—I wanted to savor every moment of this night. The warmth of his skin, the way he hardened under my touch, the soft groan that escaped his lips. I stroked him slowly, watching his face in the dim light, feeling a surge of power mixed with submission.

He let me play for a few minutes, then his hand closed over mine, stilling my movements. "Enough," he said, his voice husky. "Put the babydoll back on. I want you to go stand on the balcony."

I blinked, my hand freezing. "The balcony? Bikram, it's the middle of the night, but what if someone sees?"

"That's the point," he said, a teasing smile curling his lips. "You know you love it. The risk, the thrill. Just for a few minutes."

I shook my head, pulling away. "No. It's too dangerous. What if a neighbor is awake? What if the security guard—"

He sat up, pulling me close. Before I could protest, his mouth found my nipple through the sheer lace of the babydoll. He sucked gently, his tongue circling the sensitive peak, and I gasped, my protest dying in my throat. His hand slid down, fingers finding my clit through the damp fabric, stroking in slow, deliberate circles.

"Please," he whispered against my skin. "Just for a little while. I want to watch you out there, knowing you're mine, knowing anyone could see but no one will."

I tried to summon my resistance, but his touch was undoing me. He bit down softly, then blew cool air over the wet spot, making me shiver. "I'm getting angry," he said, his tone turning mock-stern. "You promised to obey tonight."

I looked into his eyes, saw the playful demand there. My heart hammered, but my body was already leaning toward surrender. "Fine," I breathed. "But just for a minute. And I'll check first."

He released me, a satisfied glint in his eyes. I slipped off the bed, the babydoll clinging to my curves. I padded to the balcony full glass sliding door and carefully pulled the curtain aside, peering out.

The night was still. The street below was empty. The only light came from the security guard's room at the gate, but I could see no one there—the young guard I'd noticed earlier must have been on a different shift. Relief washed over me. I turned back to Bikram, nodded, and stepped onto the balcony.

The cool air hit my bare skin, raising goosebumps. The babydoll offered no warmth, no cover. I stood there, feeling exposed under the distant stars, my heart pounding.

I heard the click of the balcony door behind me. I spun around—Bikram had closed it from inside. The sliding door can only be opened from inside. He stood there, watching me through the glass, his phone pressed to his ear.

My phone buzzed in my hand. I answered, my voice tight with anger. "What are you doing? Open the door."

"Not yet," he said, his voice calm through the speaker. "I want you to touch yourself. Right there. Where I can see you."

I glanced around, my pulse racing. The neighboring building was dark, the street empty. But I felt so vulnerable. "Someone might see—"

"No one is watching," he said. "Do it, Shelly. Or I'll leave you out there all night."

I bit my lip, torn between fear and the strange thrill coursing through me. Slowly, I lowered myself into a crouch, positioning my body so that the balcony railing shielded me from below. I let my hand slide between my thighs, my fingers finding my wetness.

I closed my eyes, trying to completely focus on the sensation and on Bikram's gravelly voice vibrating through the phone in my ear. But then, a sudden sound shattered the quiet night. Voices floated up from the dark courtyard below—the unmistakable, sharp tone of the security guards on their midnight rounds may be shifting time.I froze instantly, my fingers still buried inside my wetness, my heart leaping into my throat.

The older guard, Shambhu, was speaking to his junior as their footsteps crunched on the gravel."Binit beta, main ab apne quarter ja raha hoon,"

Shambhu said, yawning heavily.Binit son, I am heading to my quarters now.

"Ye upar second floor wale flat par thoda nazar rakhna... Mujhe laga maine kisi ko balcony par dekha. Baad mein pata nahi kahan chali gayi. Saala... raat ke is waqt ajeeb si aawazein sunayi de rahi thin."Keep an eye on this second-floor flat... I thought I saw someone on the balcony, then don't know where she vanished. Damn it... I've been hearing strange noises at this hour of the night.

Then, Bineet spoke up, his voice losing its usual mumble and turning thick with a sudden, intense hunger."Haan chacha, mujhe bhi pata hai," Bineet whispered, looking up toward the building.Yes uncle, I know too."Us floor mein toh ek bahut hot ladki rehti hai. Kal balcony mein jaan-bujhkar kapde sukhate waqt poora badan dikha rahi thi. Aur uske panty ka collection... ahh... thong, bikini aur lace panty hi pehenti hai."A very hot girl lives on that floor. Yesterday she was drying her clothes on the balcony on purpose, showing off her entire body. And her undergarment collection... ahh... she only wears thongs and lace panties.

My breath caught completely. My chest heaved in tight, silent panic. They were talking about me. They were talking about the bold laundry I had hung out to dry earlier that afternoon, and the younger guard had been devouring every detail from the gate.Shambhu chuckled, a gross, knowing sound."Bahut sexy maal hai woh. Uska bhai bhi aaj ghar par nahi hai, out of station gaya hai. Pata nahi... agar uska woh driver sath nahi hota na, toh aaj toh main pakka chhadh jata flat par."She is a very sexy babe. Her brother isn't home today either, he's gone out of station. I don't know... if that driver of hers wasn't around, today I would have definitely snuck into her flat.

Bineet muttered something in agreement, his eyes still glued to the balcony.Then Shambhu added,"Mujhe lagta hain us ladki ka unke driver ke saath kuch na kuch chakkar hain. Maine un dono ko ek saath bahar jate hue dekha hain bahut baar, Isliye bol raha hoon, flat par dhyan rakh. Kuch na kuch zaroor dikhai dega. Dekh, abhi bhi light jali hui hai flat ki."I think that girl has something going on with their driver.I have seen them going outside together many time. That's why I'm telling you, keep an eye on the flat. You will definitely see something. Look, the flat's light is still on.

My heart hammered. They were looking up. I pressed myself lower, my fingers still buried inside me, the threat of discovery making me wetter. I was so close to climax—the edge of my release was right there, trembling just out of reach.

Then Bikram's voice cut through the haze. "Khara ho jao. Immediately."

I snapped back to reality. I pulled my hand away, my body aching with unfulfilled need. I stood up slowly, my legs shaky, and looked at him through the glass. His eyes were dark, commanding.

I knew I had to obey. But the guards were still below, and I had no idea what he wanted next.

I obeyed the command before my mind could catch up. My body rose from the crouched position and to my relief Bikram switched off the room light, the babydoll clinging to my damp skin, the lace scratching against my sensitive nipples. The cool night air hit my thighs, still wet from my own fingers, and I shivered.

My phone pressed against my ear. "Bikram, please—"

"Stand where I can see you," his voice came through, low and steady. "Turn around. Face the balcony railing."

I bit my lip, my heart hammering. The guards' voices had faded, but I could still hear the shuffle of their footsteps below. The older one, Shambhu, had said they were watching my flat. And now I was standing here, half-naked, a silhouette against the lit window.

But I turned. Slowly, exposing myself to the world,Hoped No one was watching, specially the guard,. I stand in a position they should not be able to see me from below but my front was.exposed to dark buildings opposite, lights in those windows were mostly off.

"Good girl," Bikram whispered. "Now slide your hand down your stomach. Touch yourself again."

I hesitated. "Bikram, the guards—they just said—"

"They're gone now. Shambhu left. The young one is probably dozing. And you're about to cum, aren't you? I can hear it in your breath."

He was right. My body was trembling, the unfinished climax still coiled tight inside me. My fingers found my clit without permission, circling slowly, teasing.

"Faster," he commanded.

I obeyed. My hips rocked against my own hand, the babydoll's hem riding up, exposing my bare ass to the night. The cool air kissed my skin, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Then I heard it—a faint click. The balcony door slid open behind me. Bikram's hand gripped my waist, pulling me backward into the room. The door closed again, and I was in his arms, the phone still in my hand.

He took it from me, set it on the table, and pressed me against the wall. His lips found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You did well," he murmured. "But you didn't finish."

I shook my head, breathless.

"Good. I want to be inside you when you come."

He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The babydoll bunched around my hips as he carried me to the bed, laying me down on the rose petals. His body covered mine, the weight of him grounding me.

His fingers found my wetness, sliding inside me with a ease that made me gasp. "You're so ready," he whispered, his lips against my ear. "But I'm not going to fuck you yet."

I whimpered, desperate. "Please, Bikram—"

"Not yet." He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, tasting me. "I want to watch you come undone again. But this time, on my cock."

He positioned himself at my entrance, the tip pressing against me, but not entering. I arched my back, trying to take him in, but he held still.

"Look at me," he said.

I met his eyes, dark and intense in the dim light.

"This is only the beginning of the night. Of the days to come. You will learn to crave this, to need my control. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He thrust inside me in one smooth motion, and I cried out, the fullness overwhelming. He began to move, slow and deep, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails leaving crescents on his skin.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice strained.

And I did, the climax crashing over me like a wave, my body shuddering around him. He followed moments later but withdraw n his cock in the right time, his breath hot against my neck, his release spilling outside my tummy.

We lay there, tangled, the rose petals crushed beneath us. The night was still long, and I knew there was more to come. But for now, I let myself drift in the afterglow, my mind already wondering what he would ask of me next.