Chapter 19: Terms of Submission
"Come on in Shipra," Namrata beckoned as she stepped aside, giving Shipra space to enter.
"Someone is being waiting for you.... desperately, doubting if you would even show up" Namrata said softly with an undertone of something darker.
Patode stood relaxed exuding smug satisfaction seeing Shipra at the door finally ready to submit to him. His gaze was ravenous, unashamed, drinking in every inch of her like a predator savoring the moment before devouring its prey.
"See, Patode? I told you Shipra would honor her word. Here she is," Namrata said, her tone dripping with confidence and a hint of playfulness, as if she had orchestrated this entire scenario from the start. Patode’s lips curled into a triumphant grin, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he stared at Shipra with a burning lust that he didn’t bother to conceal. She was his now, or so he believed, and every fiber of his being radiated with the thrill of that conquest.
With hesitant steps, Shipra crossed the threshold into Namrata’s room. Her movements were slow, almost reluctant, as if each step weighed heavily on her. She had freshened up, her face still damp as if she had tried to wash away the events of the past hour. The uncertainty in her movements, made it clear that no amount of water could cleanse the turmoil swirling within her. She had changed her top, concealing the nakedness she had felt so exposed in before. Her eyes though reflected something brewing inside her. It had a glint of defiance and a flicker of determination.
Patode's face radiated smug triumph as he looked at Namrata and Shipra, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. He thanked his luck for delivering such exquisite, high-class beauties into his grasp, ready for him to ravish. The sense of power over these two women only inflated his already swollen ego, as he reveled in the thought of bending them to his will.
"Well, well, Shipra ma'am," he drawled, his voice dripping with sleazy amusement.
"It's good to see you're ready to honor your promise. But why did you even bother putting a top back on, knowing full well it's just going to come off again soon?" He chuckled darkly, his eyes raking over her body.
"Those tits of yours... they looked so succulent without the top. Juicy, tender, so turned on. You might as well save us the trouble and loose that top and shorts."
Patode stepped closer to Shipra, his presence looming over her. With a swift, possessive motion, his hand cupped her right breast over her top, squeezing it softly but deliberately.
“Hmmm… so much bigger than Namrata’s, yet firmer and juicier,” he murmured under his breath, his voice filled with crude satisfaction. His fingers kneaded her flesh through the fabric, as if testing her like an object meant for his pleasure.
While his left hand played with her breast, his right hand began to move downward with an unsettling confidence. With swift motion of his fingers he instantly unzipped Shipra’s shorts and slipped his middle finger inside. His intention was clear, and for a moment, it seemed as though nothing would stop him from claiming her entirely. But just as his finger slid inside grazing the tender soft skin of her sex through the little patch of pubic hair making its way to her slick slit, Shipra’s hand shot out with unexpected speed, catching his wrist in a firm grip. Her left hand stopped his advance, pushing his fingers away from her most vulnerable place. At the same time, her right hand intercepted the other hand fondling her breast, forcing him to withdraw.
The sudden defiance startled Patode. He had expected her complete submission, believing that she had already surrendered to him mentally and physically. But this unexpected resistance shattered that illusion. His eyes widened for a brief moment, surprise flashing across his face as he realized that Shipra wasn’t as broken as he had assumed.
"Not so fast, Patode," Shipra shot back, her gaze now steady and unyielding. The hesitation and submissiveness that once filled her eyes were replaced by a spark of determination and a fierce struggle for control.
For Shipra, the act of defiance wasn’t just a mere reflex—it was something neither Patode nor Namrata had anticipated. It wasn’t born from fear or hesitation but rather from a deep-seated familiarity with situation like this, a toxic experience that had scarred her far deeper than either of them could imagine. Alongside the submissive and slutty side that had resurfaced, the side Patode had eagerly sought to exploit, there lay a part of her that was hardened, forged through painful memories she had long tried to bury. The scars of her past resurfaced along with her old self, not as weakness but as a force that compelled her to be cautious. There had been a time when she was younger, she had given in too easily, a time when her body and mind had been controlled by another, and that experience had left her with wounds she thought would never heal. But now, in the face of Patode’s unbridled lust and Namrata’s manipulation, those old memories clawed their way to the surface, dragging her out of the passive role they expected her to play.
While sitting alone in her room Shipra was reminded of the darkness she had once escaped, of a past life where submission had cost her more than she was willing to pay now. It was this toxic history that fueled her actions, a toxic history that clashed violently with the forbidden desires that had awakened in her moments ago. Both sides of her—one that craved control and the other that yearned for liberation—were battling for dominance.
“What is this, Shipra ma’am?” Patode’s voice carried a mix of surprise and frustration as he took a step back, his brows furrowing at the sudden defiance.
“If you're not ready to give in to my demands, you shouldn’t have joined us.” His tone turned sterner as he added,
“Let me remind you, Shipra ma’am, you can’t do this alone. You need me, and you—”
Before he could finish, Shipra cut him off sharply, her voice steady but filled with conviction.
“I know, Patode. I don’t need you to remind me of the situation I’m in.” She stepped forward, meeting his gaze.
“I will honor the terms of your proposal, but if you think I’ll start having uninhibited sex with you like Namrata, then you’re wrong.”
Shipra's words sliced through the room, shattering the illusion Patode had held of her complete submission. He stood frozen for a moment, his smirk faltering, clearly not expecting any resistance. Namrata, however, was not as surprised. She had known Shipra long enough to anticipate some form of defiance before the inevitable fall. She leaned back slightly, watching with a subtle smile playing on her lips. Namrata understood that while Shipra’s past might resurface but it wouldn’t be enough to cause her instant fall. However she knew this resistance was merely a delay, a desperate grasp at control before the tide of desire pulled Shipra under completely. Shipra might be drawing a line now, but Namrata knew how thin that line really was, and how easily it could be crossed once Shipra’s inner conflict reached its boiling point.
For Patode, however, this defiance was a challenge, one that sparked his desire even more. He had expected Shipra to crumble, but now that she coming this close was showing some fight, it only made the prospect of conquering her that much sweeter. His hunger deepened, but underneath it, there was a flicker of frustration and anger. He wasn’t used to women pushing back, especially not after he had them cornered.
"You know, Patode," Shipra began, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability,
"you judged me right when you said I have experience in giving pleasure. But what you don’t understand is that it wasn’t from an affair. I’ve been a faithful wife ever since my marriage. Before I got married, I was in a relationship with someone, and in many ways, your actions and intentions remind me of him."
She paused, letting her words sink in as she met Patode’s gaze. He shifted slightly, perhaps expecting more resistance but curious nonetheless. Namrata remained silent, her eyes flicking between them as if watching a delicate dance unfold.
"I’ll admit is again," Shipra continued,
"my body has betrayed me during our encounters, whether it was on that Sunday night or since then. I won’t deny it—I craved to be taken by you, filled by your... monster cock, and relive the pleasure I’ve been missing. But that’s not the whole truth. Yes, the cravings are there, but so are the haunting memories of what that relationship left me with. I was young, reckless, and did things for him... for my depraved desires that nearly destroyed me. I was broken, pushed into a darkness I almost didn’t come out of."
Her voice softened, but the strength of her resolve was unmistakable.
"I was lucky, though. I managed to pull myself out of that abyss and started a new life with my husband. But here I am again, standing at the edge, being pulled back into a path of debauchery and depravity, driven by lust. The difference now is that I’m no longer the free-spirited girl I was. I’m not like Namrata, without the weight of responsibilities, without the pressure of society on my shoulders. I have a family, a husband who trusts me, and a life I’ve built."
Shipra’s expression hardened as she drew closer to Patode, her eyes narrowing.
"I can’t risk losing everything I’ve worked for just to indulge in a fleeting moment of pleasure. Not unless you give me something more than just a few days of lust. You want me, and I’m willing to give in to this... to you, but there have to be guarantees and there has to be some limits. I won’t let this spiral out of control, like it did in the past. I need assurances—assurances that this fling won’t destroy everything I’m trying to protect."
In those few quiet, solitary moments in her room, Shipra came to a decision—one that was driven not only by her circumstances but by the hard-earned lessons of her past. There was no way out of the situation she found herself in, and yet, unlike her younger self, this time she would submit to her desires with a clear mind. She wouldn’t lose herself completely; she would remain in control. Her toxic relationship with Viresh had taught her one undeniable truth: once a woman submits to men like Patode or Viresh, it’s a downward spiral from which there is no return. Men like them were never satisfied with mere conquest. Their inflated egos and primal need for dominance demanded more than just bedding a woman—they sought to degrade, to break her spirit piece by piece. They thrived on pushing boundaries, on taking everything they could until the woman before them was reduced to nothing but a hollow shell.
But this time, Shipra was determined to ensure that history didn’t repeat itself. She could no longer deny her own desires—the lust, the thrill, the craving that had resurfaced—but she wouldn’t let Patode take the same kind of control over her that Viresh once had. She knew what it felt like to be dominated, to be reduced to an object of desire with no say in her own fate. And she vowed not to let that happen again. In this moment, Shipra needed to navigate the dangerous game she was playing carefully. She would submit, yes, but with some control over her and Patode's actions. Her mind was set—her body would bend to the physical cravings she could no longer suppress, but her will and her purpose would remain steadfast. She wouldn’t lose sight of her goal, wouldn’t let the lust take over completely. She would play the game, but she wouldn’t let herself be consumed by it.
This time, she would ensure that submitting to Patode didn’t mean losing herself in the process. If anything, she would use her submission as a tool, a means to an end, while maintaining control over her own destiny.
Patode’s expression flickered, a mixture of irritation and amusement dancing across his face as Shipra’s words settled in. He was relieved she wasn’t backing out of their deal but annoyed that she wasn’t crumbling into the desperate woman he had envisioned—begging for his touch, powerless beneath him. Instead, she stood her ground, still clinging to control, and it was something he hadn’t anticipated. Namrata, standing quietly in the corner, remained composed, her sharp eyes observing the exchange with an air of expectation, as if she had always known this moment would unfold in such a way.
"Guarantees?" Patode sneered, in almost a mocking tone.
"What kind of guarantees could you possibly want, Shipra ma'am? You think you’re in any position to set terms now, after losing the challenge?"
But Shipra remained unfazed, her confidence unwavering. She was not about to let everything she had built be destroyed in one careless moment.
"Yes, Patode," she began, her tone calm but firm.
"I lost, and I know I it will be difficult to survive here without giving in to your demands. And that’s exactly why I need guarantees. I can’t afford to let this... arrangement cost me everything I’ve been fighting for. I need a confirmation from you, a commitment that you’ll hold up your end of the bargain. I may have been naive once, but not this time around."
Patode’s expression darkened, his playful demeanor vanishing as he straightened, his tone turning almost threatening.
"You seem to be forgetting the dynamics here, Shipra," he said sharply.
"Your needs—whether they’re work-related or physical—are entirely dependent on me. Why would I comply with your terms now, knowing well that you will eventually give in to me? You don’t have any bargaining chip here."
But Shipra didn’t flinch. Her gaze remained locked on his, steady and determined, her posture never faltering. She could sense the power he thought he held over her, but she also knew that she had something he desperately wanted—more than just control, more than the thrill of dominating her.
"I am myself the BARGAINING CHIP Patode. You want me," she said softly, but her words cut through the tension like a blade.
"Desperately. That much is obvious. But let me remind you, Patode—this isn’t just about satisfying your lust or even my own cravings. There’s much more at stake here." Her voice dropped to a sultry, almost teasing tone as she continued,
"If we’re going to do this, there need to be terms. And I know you’ll agree to them... because you know exactly what you’ll be getting in return."
For a brief moment, Patode’s eyes flickered with confusion. His irritation seemed to waver, giving way to something else—curiosity, perhaps, or a growing sense of greed. Shipra let the moment hang in the air, then dropped her gaze deliberately, her eyes trailing down toward her shorts.
The air between them thickened as she brought her hand to the waistband of her shorts, her fingers deftly unbuttoning it with deliberate slowness. With the zip already loosened, the fabric parted just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her bare skin beneath.
Patode’s breath hitched audibly, his earlier mockery fading as raw, hungry anticipation took its place. His gaze locked onto the sliver of exposed flesh, the promise of what lay beneath igniting a fire in his eyes.
"You want it, don’t you?" Shipra’s voice was a soft, seductive whisper, her lips curling into a knowing smile.
"What’s between my legs... A married pussy of a loyal housewife. The unsatisfied, slutty cunt of your boss. You want to defile it, to ravage it and ruin it with that monster dick of yours. You want to fill it with your seed, don’t you, Patode?"
Her words were sharp, deliberate, hitting every nerve with precision. She wasn’t just teasing him; she was driving him deeper into his desires, into the very core of what he wanted from her. Patode’s eyes gleamed with lust, but there was an underlying hunger for dominance—a need to conquer, to take everything she was offering.
But Shipra wasn’t done. She stepped closer, letting him breathe in the intoxicating proximity of her body.
"You’ll get to do all of that and much more," she whispered, her voice hushed and dripping with sensual promise,
"but only if you comply to my terms."
The power dynamics in the room shifted slightly with each word she spoke, and Patode sensed it. This wasn’t just another conquest—this was something different. Shipra wasn’t going to fall apart like others had before her.
Namrata’s brow quirked in surprise, a glint of amusement in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Shipra to act such brazenly and boldly. She had never seen this side of Shipra, and due to it there was an undeniable admiration growing within her. She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms, her lips curling into a small, intrigued smile. Curious how Patode reacts, Namrata refrained herself from interrupting the situation.
Shipra leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Patode's, her voice low and dripping with challenge.
"So, what's it going to be, Patode?" she asked, her tone a mixture of seduction and defiance.
"You can stick to your ego and keep playing your games, or you can listen to my terms and have the best few months of your life. Two sexy, insatiable women at your side—what more could you want?"
She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in, watching as the flicker of interest danced in his eyes.
"Sure, you can keep screwing Namrata," she added, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.
"But let's be honest—no matter how much you enjoy that, you’ll never be satisfied knowing I’m just within your reach, but completely out of your grasp. And you can forget about it if you choose your pride over me. Even without your help I will keep pushing forward to succeed in whatever tasks comes my way and will also try to find some other way to continue my investigation."
Shipra’s heart raced in her chest, her pulse hammering against her skin as she maintained a calm exterior, trying to be bold and in control. In reality she had no solid leverage, no real bargaining chip beyond offering herself to manipulate Patode's desire and greed. She was playing a dangerous game, banking on Patode’s desperation to have her—hoping his craving to conquer her would override his sense of self-preservation or logic giving her a little control over Patode's and her own wild side.
She knew full well what could happen if he said no. If Patode refused, she had no backup plan. There would be no way out, no escape from the consequences that would inevitably follow. She would be left alone to ward off all the critical task of the branch which she understood well enough that won't be possible. Managing the tough rural branch had only been possible because of Patode’s help. His influence smoothed out the challenges, making her tenure easier to navigate. Without him, she would be facing an uphill battle—especially with Toppo constantly breathing down her neck, making her life more difficult with each passing day. And then there was the fraud happening right under her nose, which she could not ignore. And at last her promotion, already precarious, depended entirely on her performance here, and she knew well enough that she couldn’t survive the pressure on her own.
But it wasn’t just the professional stakes that weighed on her mind. The weight of her own lust pressed down on her, pushing her toward Patode, threatening to consume her entirely. She could feel it gnawing at her resolve, beckoning her to surrender fully, to give in to the cravings she had buried for so long. She dreaded repeating the same mistakes she had made with Viresh. This time, she clung desperately to the need for even the smallest shred of control. No matter how little power she could exert over the situation, she needed it—anything to stop herself from being swept away again. She couldn’t afford to lose herself, not when everything she had worked for was on the line. Her career, her family, her sense of self—everything depended on her ability to maintain focus and not let her desires blind her to her true purpose.
This was her last chance, and she knew it.
The stakes were clear. She couldn’t afford to lose herself in her lust, but she also couldn’t afford to lose control of the situation. She was trapped between two equally dangerous outcomes. And so, she played her gamble with Patode. It was her only option—to find a middle ground where she could satisfy her desires without being consumed by them, while still keeping Patode close enough to ensure his help in managing the branch.
It was a gamble, yes. But it was the only gamble she had left to play.
The room was thick with tension, every second stretching out unbearably as Shipra held her breath, waiting for his response. The silence was suffocating, each heartbeat louder than the last as she watched him, her gaze unwavering. She had called the bluff, laid everything on the line.
Patode was not amused at all, it was the second time Shipra had resisted surrending to him. His irritation simmered beneath the surface, but it was overshadowed by the lust that burned even hotter inside him. Shipra’s seductive act, her teasing glimpse of her sex, had inflamed his desire to a point where logic and reason were starting to fade. And Despite his frustration, he couldn’t ignore the opportunity this situation provided. Getting in on Shipra’s investigation work presented a way for him to influence the direction of her inquiry, to clear his own name and, most importantly, to get Saad Hasan off his back.
Patode glanced at Namrata inching towards them, she had been a silent spectator in the tussle for control between Shipra and Patode, though a small, amused grin played on her lips all along. She was clearly enjoying the silent battle unfolding between the two of them, observing with a sense of quiet anticipation. As she strolled casually past Shipra and Patode, she circled around and stood behind Patode, her fingers lightly grazing his shoulder as if to calm his growing irritation. Her tone was smooth and playful, but beneath it was a hint of calculation as she spoke.
“There’s no harm in hearing her out, Patode," Namrata said, her voice low and teasing.
"After all, you almost lost to her." She leaned in closer, as she glanced knowingly at Shipra, her eyes gleaming with subtle mischief.
"Consider it a consolation prize to Shipra. Wouldn't it be more satisfying if she let you fuck her on her own terms, with nothing holding her back? No resistance, no hesitation... just pure, unbridled submission."
Patode’s irritation slowly began to fade, replaced by the enticing prospect Namrata was laying before him.
“All right, Shipra ma’am,” Patode replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and restrained irritation.
“Let’s hear your terms. But don’t think for a second that this means I’m agreeing to anything just yet.” His eyes darkened with lust as he continued
, “I’m not going to let you tease me again like you did on Sunday.”
Patode made his way back to the bed, his steps slow and deliberate. As he sat down, Namrata joined him sliding closer to him, positioning herself intimately by his side. She was just as intrigued as Patode, her eyes fixed on Shipra with a mix of curiosity and amusement, eager to see what Shipra had in mind.
"Let's hear it Shipra," she murmured, her voice low and silky,
"We're all ears."
Shipra exhaled, feeling a weight lift as she spoke.
"I have only three conditions," she began, the anxiousness running throughout her body with each passing second subsided a bit. Her voice steadied tinged with a newfound sense of control.
"And if Patode can manage to stop thinking from his dick long enough to actually consider them, I think we can all benefit—and enjoy the rest of our time here together."
Patode leaned back slightly, eyeing Shipra with a blend of skepticism and intrigue. His irritation still simmered beneath the surface, but neither of the women knew that he had his own reasons for playing along, reasons that forced him to subdue his primal urge to take Shipra by force in that very moment.
"I'm listening," Patode said, his tone restrained, trying to appear in control.
Shipra locked eyes with him, her gaze unwavering.
"These conditions aren't just for me,' she added.
"They're for all of us. This situation can either spiral into chaos, or it can be something we all walk away from without regret." She paused, letting her words settle in, relieved that in this moment, her gamble didn't fail.
"First and foremost," Shipra began, her voice steady but with a hint of urgency,
"anything and everything that happens between us must remain a secret. Unlike the two of you, I have a family to think about. I cannot destroy my well-settled life for a few days of pleasure."
She paused, watching both Patode and Namrata for any sign of dissent.
"We have to be careful, and we have to restrain our lust. No one can suspect anything, not at work, not anywhere. Our encounters will only happen when all of us are in agreement, and when it’s safe—when there’s no risk of anyone finding out." Shipra let the silence linger, waiting for their response, waiting for them to acknowledge the rules she was setting.
"Fair enough," Namrata complied without wasting a second but Shipra could sense the tension in Patode, the conflict between his lust and his desire to maintain his own power in the situation.
Patode leaned forward slightly, a sly grin spreading across his face as he fixed Shipra with a calculating gaze.
"What if," he began, his voice dripping with mock concern,
"I get too horny and need a release, but it’s not... safe to continue here, especially with that pesky runt Swapnil always lurking around?" His eyes gleamed with a wicked amusement.
"Would it still be SAFE for you to indulge in our little carnal activities at some... other safe and secure place? I know Namrata wouldn’t mind."
As he spoke, Patode’s hand slid possessively around Namrata’s bare waist, pulling her closer against him. Namrata’s expression remained unfazed, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned into his touch, clearly comfortable with the direction things were going. Patode’s cunning look didn’t go unnoticed by Shipra. He was testing her, pushing the boundaries of the conditions she had just laid out, trying to find a loophole to bend her will.
Shipra didn’t flinch, though. She had anticipated this. Patode’s nature was far from subtle, and he wasn’t the type to easily relinquish control.
"I would’ve suggested you try controlling your urges, Patode," Shipra began, her tone a blend of sarcasm and teasing,
"but with two of us at your disposal, I suppose that might be asking too much." Her words lingered in the air, deliberately provocative, as she watched the glint in Patode's eyes darken with lust.
"If you can’t control yourself," she continued, softening her voice just a notch to ensure he paid attention,
"then perhaps we should consider a safer location. Somewhere discreet, where there’s no risk of Swapnil or anyone else snooping around. But let me be clear"—her eyes flicked between Patode and Namrata—
"we’ll only move forward if all of us feel comfortable and safe. After all, you coming here daily will raise doubts sooner or later, even with your best efforts to keep things quiet."
"That's more like it" Patode said with a smirk, softly patting Namrata's hips, clearly excited at what he perceived as a small victory. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he leaned forward, ready for more.
"Alright, what's the next term?"
"Secondly—our... indulgences will follow a work-and-reward system," Shipra continued.
Both Namrata and Patode exchanged puzzled glances, their brows furrowing as they tried to grasp what she meant. Shipra, catching their confusion, elaborated with a calm but firm tone.
"Let me break it down for you. I’m not doing this just to satisfy my physical urges. This arrangement, as per our agreement, isn’t just about lust—it’s about what I need to accomplish here, too. Patode, you need to assist me with all the branch work, including the investigation."
Patode tried to wrap his head around what Shipra was proposing. He was intrigued but still not entirely convinced, while Namrata raised an eyebrow, her curiosity deepening.
"And here’s where the reward comes in," Shipra continued, a hint of defiance flickering in her eyes.
"With each achievement, each success in my work, I will reward you accordingly by getting more physical with you. But don’t expect me to submit everything to you right away. I’m not going to hand you exactly what you want unless you deliver what I need."
Patode’s face twisted slightly with frustration. He wasn’t used to being made to wait for what he wanted, especially not after he thought he had the upper hand. Shipra, however, stood firm, her voice gaining strength as she spoke.
"This isn’t just a free-for-all, Patode. You’ll get what you desire—but only when you’ve earned it. Consider it motivation for you to help me with the branch work and ensure everything runs smoothly. If you deliver, then I will, too."
"You think I’m that cheap, Shipra ma’am?" Patode shot back, his voice laced with irritation.
"That I’d take advantage of your situation without honoring my words? Let me remind you—you’ve had such a smooth run at one of the most difficult branches, Kasegaon, ONLY because of my support. And now you want to play this game, making me jump through hoops?"
His gaze hardened, the frustration evident in his clenched jaw.
"I can’t comply with this term. It feels like you’re trying to use me to get your way, while not honoring the terms of our original proposal. You think I’ll just sit around and wait for you to decide when you’re ready, while I do all the heavy lifting? No, Shipra. That’s not how this works."
Patode’s desire for Shipra took over him, the idea of having to wait—of being strung along on her terms—stoked a burning frustration within him. He wanted her now, not after some vague achievements or distant milestones.
"Believe me Patode," Shipra began in a soft tone trying to coerce him,
"It's quite hard for me too to hold back my cravings for pleasure as well but let us not forget we have duties and responsibilities. We cannot chuck them. Especially not me- I have a lot riding on my performance here. And I know it by experience once I......we go all out without restriction it would be nearly impossible for us to focus on anything else."
She held his gaze, her expression resolute.
"Let’s not pretend you haven’t had your share of fun these last few days. You’ve seen me almost naked in embarrassing state, kissed me, groped me, and even got a hell of a blowjob."
Shipra took a breath, maintaining her composure.
"I promise you’ll have your way with me. But only when I’m sure you’ve given it your all in helping me. If we’re doing this, it has to be on those terms. No shortcuts, no games. I need your commitment, just like you want mine."
“No… No… No… it’s not going to work for me,” Patode growled, shaking his head in frustration. His eyes narrowed, and his voice became harsher.
“You’ve done nothing but tease me, Shipra ma’am. And that blowjob doesn’t count—it was part of a challenge, not a mutual, satisfying act.” His irritation flared, a mixture of lust and impatience taking hold as he leaned forward, about to fully voice his discontent Namrata interrupted his flow.
"What if Shipra does something which ensures her commitment towards this arrangement? Would that satisfy you, Patode?" Namrata, who had been silently observing, raised a hand gently, placing it on Patode’s chest her voice smooth and deliberate.
Patode's temper began to subside, his curiosity now piqued by Namrata's suggestion. He was certain by now that Namrata was on his side, and that gave him enough reason to reconsider. Relaxing slightly, he looked at her.
"Like what?" he asked, the edge in his voice softening as he waited to hear what she had in mind.
Namrata's lips curved into a knowing smile.
"Something that shows she's willing to make an effort, to prove she’s not just playing you. Something... symbolic, that ensures her dedication to this arrangement before things go further. What if she joins us today just like that Sunday night but without her Mangalsutra this time? You won't get to fuck her but it would be a solid gesture from her which I think will be enough to address your doubts. A win win for both of you."
“If Shipra ma'am is willing to do that,” Patode said, his voice dripping with malice as he glanced at the Mangalsutra hanging from Shipra’s neck,
“I’ll be more than happy to listen to her third condition.” His gaze lingered on the sacred ornament, his eyes flashing with a blend of anticipation and arrogance.
“Are you game, Shipra?” he asked, his chuckle revealing his excitement.
Patode’s amusement was palpable. He was eager to see Shipra’s reaction to the idea of removing her Mangalsutra, a symbol of her marital commitment towards her husband. The act of her willingly parting with this token would serve as a potent gesture of submission and devotion, a powerful sign that she was prepared to prioritize their arrangement over her fidelity. For Patode, this symbolic act would not only be a personal victory but also a boost to his male ego, providing a thrill of superiority knowing that Shipra was choosing him over her wimpy husband Alok, compromising her marital vows, for her physical needs. It would give him a heady sense of dominance, further fueling his desire and confirming his control over the situation.
Shipra cast an angry glare at Namrata, clearly frustrated by the morally compromising position she had been pushed into. However, she knew better than to protest, fully aware that any resistance at this point could jeopardize her precarious situation. She was already deeply entangled in this arrangement and couldn't afford to back out now.
"Fine," she said through gritted teeth, her voice tight with suppressed frustration.
"But before we proceed, let me present my final condition."
"Third condition—Respect and boundaries," Shipra stated firmly, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions beneath.
"What I am about to engage in is already crossing a significant moral boundary for me. It's an act of adultery and cheating. However, I need to ensure that I am not perceived as an immoral woman. So I want you to treat me and Namrata with respect. Just because you're able to bed us doesn't mean we are of loose character. Furthermore, there must be clear limits on what you can do sexually. I am not willing to entertain any depraved fantasies of yours. If I find any act demeaning or humiliating, I will refuse it, and you must respect that decision. I am not prepared to lose myself or be subjected to any form of degradation for the sake of your perverse desires."
"Is that all? Can we finally have some fun now?" Patode asked, standing up, his impatience clear. He could feel the excitement building, knowing what the night had in store. Patode barely gave the last condition a second thought. To him, Shipra was already a slut, and he knew that once his cock was deep inside her, all her so-called "terms" would crumble. She’d be nothing more than his obedient little bitch, eager to please and ready to do whatever filthy thing he demanded. As he inched closer, the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. He was ready to take what he saw as rightfully his.
Patode stepped closer, his predatory gaze locked on Shipra as he moved in to claim what he believed was his prize. He was only inches away, his breath hot against her skin, ready to take control.
"And one more thing," Shipra added quickly, her voice a mixture of urgency and tension.
"You’ll always wear a condom when the time comes for you to..."
"Fuck you," Patode finished her sentence with a dark chuckle, leaning in to whisper the words in her ear, his lips almost brushing her neck. He was so close now, feeling the heat radiating from her.
"We’ll see about that when we get to that point. But for now, let’s deal with this little symbol of your marriage." He reached for her mangalsutra, his fingers eager to unhook it.
"Time to get rid of this so we can get down to business, don’t you think?"
Shipra froze, her mind racing, knowing full well she was about to step over a line from which there would be no return. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt Patode’s presence loom over her.
She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. This was it. With trembling hands, she pulled her hair to the side allowing him to reach for her Mangalsutra, the symbol of her marriage. With a careless flick, Patode unhooked it from her neck, the delicate chain slipping through his fingers before he tossed it casually toward the table. The sound of it landing on the wooden desk echoed in the room, a final act of severance from everything she had held sacred.
The nervous energy surged through her body, tingling her skin. She felt exposed, not just physically but emotionally, knowing the only thing keeping her from plunging headfirst into this depravity was now gone. Last time, the Mangalsutra had been her lifeline, a fragile reminder of the boundaries she couldn’t afford to cross. But now, without that anchor, she was at the mercy of her own fragile self-control, which felt more like a thread about to snap.
Patode didn’t waste any time. With a predatory grin, he effortlessly swooped Shipra into his arms, her body light in his grip as he carried her toward the bed. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—disgust, arousal, fear—all swirling together as she instinctively wrapped her arm around his neck for support. Her breath quickened, her pulse hammering as the reality of the situation became painfully clear. She couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with him, not now, not with everything about to unfold.
As Patode laid her down on the bed, Shipra’s gaze flickered toward Namrata, who was watching the scene unfold with a look of quiet amusement. Shipra’s body tensed as she felt the weight of Patode’s form pressing down on her, his hot breath grazing her skin, his hands already exploring her trembling form.
This was it. There was no turning back now.
End of Chapter 19: Terms of Submission 
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