[Steel]

The car ride home from the spa was awkward to say the least. Sharath made one or two half-hearted attempts to engage his wife in conversation, but Kusha didn't bite. She was still angry at Sharath, for one. He had been misleading her this entire time, letting her believe that he had cut off his friendship with Rakesh like she asked.

But more importantly, Kusha's brain was roiling and buzzing with conflicted emotions right now. She simply didn't have the bandwidth for light conversation. She laid her head against the cool car window and closed her eyes, trying to calm her whirling thoughts and feelings.

Kusha hated Rakesh. For the past few weeks, he had been a constant thorn in her side, getting under her skin with his arrogance, pushy demeanor, and crass tastes. She had also just watched him have sex. And not just any sex, filthy, smoking-hot fucking that, as annoying as it was to admit, proved at least some of what Rakesh claimed about his own dominant nature.

Seeing Rakesh have sex had turned Kusha on. There was no getting around that. She had even orgasmed touching herself while she watched. Rather than trying to deny that, the more important thing was to think about what that arousal meant. Kusha furrowed her brow as she probed her feelings carefully. Did she find Rakesh attractive? Kusha was relieved to find that the answer was a firm "no". Rakesh's ugly hairy body was still repelling her.

So what exactly had turned her on?

She knew the answer, although she didn't like it. His dominance in the act had made her horny. The power that Rakesh held over Laila. The way that Laila had shown her distaste for Rakesh, but still wasn't able to help herself from submitting to his animal lust.

Kusha's eyes opened and flicked over to Sharath, who was driving the car in silence with a troubled look on his face. She had molded her husband into a passive, and.. yes, a submissive, partner in bed. Rakesh had awakened a need for something more inside her. A thirst for powerful masculinity that Kusha didn't know she had. That is what made her so turned on watching Rakesh have sex with Laila.

Kusha let out a long sigh. Sharath looked over, but she still wasn't prepared to engage him right now and ignored him. So... she had a submissive side she never knew existed. That was annoying in many ways, but it was also a relief. It meant that this wasn't actually about Rakesh at all. Right now, Sharath couldn't scratch that itch... but she had shaped him once, hadn't she? She could reshape him again. Kusha would simply have to work with Sharath to figure out a system. One where she could opt in to submissive sexual encounters when she felt the urge to be dominated. She was sure it would take him some practice to get the hang of it, but they had all the time in the world.

As for Rakesh satisfying her craving for a dominant man, that notion was still utterly ridiculous. As if he was the only man on the planet with a big dick and a pushy attitude! If Kusha was willing to cheat on her husband (which obviously she wasn't), she could go out to any nightclub in the city and find a man just as obnoxious as Rakesh and ten times better looking in five minutes.

She conceded the fact that Rakesh might be good at sex. Laila had certainly seemed to think so. But Kusha would never in a million years allow Rakesh to touch her. For many reasons. She was married. It was unprofessional. He was gross.

But most importantly, above all other considerations, her pride wouldn't allow it. She had decided long ago that Rakesh was beneath her, and nothing in heaven or earth would make her bend down to his level.

By the time they got home, Kusha felt better enough that she allowed Sharath to rub her feet while they watched some TV. Things were already beginning to make sense to her again now that she had straightened out her thoughts.

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