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Finally, Rakesh had everything he needed. Just one more thing that had to be done... time to blow the little bengali slut's mind and make her a true believer. A worshipper in the temple of big cock. Without warning, he bent to scoop Payal up, tossing her onto the bed behind him as she let out a gasp of shock. He worked quickly and confidently, manhandling her tight young body into position. Her ass up and her face in the sheets, her back arched to give him the best possible view of her smooth, dripping slit.

"Hands behind your back, slut," he growled. He could see her little body heaving with passion as she held her arms behind her back for him, being a good, obedient slut just like she promised. He gripped her wrists tightly in one meaty hand, the position forcing her face down into the bed, giving Rakesh complete control.

He raised his cock with his other hand, rubbing and teasing at Payal's swollen slit. "It's sooo big, Sir!" she whined, her voice muffled. But even with the intimidation in her voice, her slim hips squirmed back into the feeling of his cock rubbing against her pussy.

"So do you want to give up?" asked Rakesh, his voice mocking now.

"N-no sir... please... Please f-fuck me. Just g-go slow, ok?"

And Rakesh did. He may be a pushy, chauvinistic jerk, but he knew good sense when he heard it. He wanted Payal to have hearts in her eyes when she saw him, not remember him as the asshole who hurt her pussy. He pushed forward with aching slowness, parting Payal's tender lips and sinking deep into her tiny pussy inch by inch, making her gasp and moan and writhe beneath him from the intensity of the sensation as her hot, wet pussy meld to his cock like a silken glove.

As he suspected, Payal had been wrong. With a little patience and soft murmuring about how good of a girl she was, plus a short pause to rub her clit, Rakesh was able to push himself balls-deep into the petite woman, stretching her to her very limit.

And, after a long moment of luxuriating in that feeling, he began moving. Slowly at first, giving Payal time to adjust to his girth, but then faster and faster, using his grip on her wrists as leverage as he plunged deep and hard, making Payal moan and gasp like a bitch in heat beneath him.

"The secretary is mine now," grunted Rakesh as he thrust, using his free hand to send a spank cracking down on Payal's tight bubble butt.

"All yours, sir!" agreed Payal enthusiastically with a whining moan.

"Fuck me! ahhhh…"

They fucked, hot and sweaty and passionate, with Rakesh dominantly thrusting Payal down into the mattress while she moaned and milked his cock with her tight, smooth pussy. Rakesh could feel that both of them were about to cum. Him from the long tease of the submissive blowjob, her from the mindblowing experience of getting fucked by a real cock at last. Time to seal the deal.

"You don't work for Kusha anymore," he growled, increasing his pace ever further as his heavy balls tightened against the base of his cock.

"You work for me. You do what I say. In and out of the bedroom."

"Mmmmmm G0d!" howled Payal, her toes curling and her thighs shaking in orgasm as Rakesh roared in triumph, filling her with hot, sticky seed. "Yes, sir! You own me! I'm your little slut! I'll do whatever you fucking want!"

She didn't mean it. Not yet. This was just the first time they had sex, after all. She would wake up tomorrow walking a little odd and think this was just a kinky, slightly embarrassing little experiment. But she would be back... and planting the idea early was important. She would be his obedient slut soon.

And that would get him one step closer to turning Kusha into the same thing.

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A few hours later, Rakesh sat at his computer. He had just finished typing up the info he had pumped from Payal into the document he had started on Kusha. He had a folder with a distinct icon of a wolf full of similar documents from the past few years, and he took a second to run his eyes over them fondly.

Kavya- SUCCESS
Rithika- SUCCESS+HIRED
Sherley- SUCCESS

The list went on and on.

When Rakesh first started his little hobby, he had planned to mark any files where sleeping with the woman had proved impossible with FAILURE. But not a single document bore that label. Some of them had taken a while, and a few had managed to wriggle away after he had fucked them, but so far, Rakesh had managed to bury his cock at least once in every woman he had pursed.

Two days from now, he would have his first in-person meeting with Kusha. It was scheduled to take place at his home, where she would look over the bedroom she was supposedly redesigning and ask him about what he wanted for the space. He had managed to get Payal to pull some strings and move up the timeline: yet another perk of boinking Kusha's assistant. But he had to decide what tactic he would take with Kusha during their first meeting.

There was a reason why he had asked Payal how best to change Kusha's mind. Everything Rakesh knew about her told him she was a strong-willed, opinionated woman who stuck to her instincts. And she had already decided that Rakesh was beneath her.

But Payal had given him some excellent leads. She had said that sometimes Kusha was vulnerable to distraction. Counter-intuitively, he thought the best idea would be to antagonize Kusha during the meeting. Right now, he wanted Kusha to be thinking about him as much as possible, and at this stage, it didn't matter if that obsession was positive or negative.

The more time he could get Kusha to stew in her anger over him, the more time he’ll have for his dominant confidence to seep deep down into her subconscious. So, for now, the best approach would be to lean into Kusha's hatred of him and be as abrasive and obnoxious as possible. It would be a delicate balancing act. He couldn't be so infuriating that he made Kusha consider cancelling the contract, but he had to be annoying enough to make her lie awake at night, furious over him.

Rakesh thought for a moment, then picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts. There were a lot to go through. He kept a list of all his former conquests handy in case he even wanted a late-night booty call.

Finally, he found just the woman he was looking for.

This was going to drive Kusha crazy.

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Kusha took off her sunglasses with a sigh, looking up at the large house with pursed lips. Just as she had assumed based on the address, it was a tacky, cookie-cutter design. The sort of house that someone who had never been inside a truly expensive home thought looked impressive. She had intended to schedule this first face-to-face meeting out as far as possible as a minor power play; a way to show Rakesh that she was in charge and he would just have to wait. But, according to Payal, there had been some sort of scheduling mix-up with her plans for today, and Rakesh was the only appointment on the calendar that could be moved up at short notice. Which meant she was seeing him just a few days after he had hired her. Which made it look like she was rushing to be at his service.

She slammed her car door as she got out, already in a foul mood before she even had to speak to the ugly worm.

Kusha noted a large, dark BMW parked in front of the garage as she made her way to the door and rolled her eyes. No wonder Rakesh had been willing to overpay for an interior designer. He obviously loved to flash his cash. She stabbed a finger at the call button on Rakesh's video doorbell and crossed her arms, tapping a foot impatiently. The sooner she was able to get this meeting over with, the better. Maybe taking this job had been a mistake, even if it did give her the opportunity to put Rakesh in his place.

The doorbell connected with a chime, and a deep, panting voice on the other end of the line said, "Uhhh, Hello?"

Kusha delicately pinched the bridge of her nose and had to count to three before answering so that she could maintain a professional tone. "Mr. Kumar, this is Kusha Kapoor. I'm here for our 2 o'clock meet," she managed to get out in a cool customer-service voice.

Rakesh barked an undignified laugh. "You mean our 3 o'clock? I'm afraid you caught me in the middle of something..." in the background, a moaning feminine voice said "Who is it, Rakesh? Tell her to fuck off and get back to work! I was sooooo close."

Kusha flushed red, certain in the moment that Rakesh was doing this to fuck with her.

"I think you'll find," she said icily, "that our meeting is scheduled at 2. And I think you knew that already, Mr. Kumar."

Rakesh snorted. "Hold on one second, Poo... Look, I don't know what to tell ya, Kusha wusha. It says three in my calendar. Are you positive that you have the correct time?"

"I'm quite certain," said Kusha through gritted teeth, not enjoying the casual nickname at all. She navigated to her calendar app to prove that…

She stared down at the time in confusion. [Preliminary site review and project outline w/ Rakesh Kumar- 3:00 PM] She blinked. Refreshed the page. It said what it said. She would have bet all of the money she had that the appointment was at two. She had checked it before she left.

But the only two people with access to her calendar were her and Payal, and neither of them had any reason to change it. Fuck! "It... it appears that I might have been mistaken," said Kusha, each word feeling like acid on her tongue.

The whole point of taking this job in the first place has been to fearlessly respond to whatever petty mind game Rakesh had been trying to play, and she had fucked it up instantly by making a basic, unprofessional mistake. "I..." she began, then took a deep, calming breath and got a hold of herself. Mistakes happened. She couldn't let herself spin out over one minor embarrassment. She was still the better person here, and that's what would win out in the end. "I apologize for the confusion. Sorry to disturb you. I'll return in an hour, at the scheduled meeting time," she said in a clipped, professional voice.

"What, and sit in your car?" asked Rakesh with another coarse laugh. "No, that's no good. Just sit tight for a second. I'll just finish up and be right down."

Kusha's mouth fell open in disbelief. Was he really suggesting that she wait while he... "That won't be necessa..." she began, but by that point, the doorbell had already disconnected. Rakesh had hung up on her.

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Kusha stood in silent fury for a moment. This entire interaction had thrown her completely off-balance. She was supposed to breeze in and make Rakesh feel awkward with how cool, calm, and competent she could be. Now she was standing on his doorstep waiting for the nasty slug of a man to finish having sex?

No. She refused. She would just get back in her car and drive back to the office. Tell Payal the meeting had to be rescheduled. She had already taken a few steps toward her car when she stopped with a grimace of frustration on her face. She was the one who had made the screw-up here. If she had come an hour later, when the meeting was apparently scheduled, Rakesh would have been ready for the meeting. Leaving now would only make her look more unprofessional.
She turned stiffly back to the door, boiling with impotent anger while she waited a few long, infuriating minutes for Rakesh to come down and let her in.

Finally, the door swung open, and Kusha was face to face with Rakesh for the first time in years. Kusha looked at the scruffy man with barely concealed contempt. He was broad-framed but completely untidy, with unpleasantly visible chest hair and thick, greasy hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Rakesh certainly wasn't as tall as Sharath and looked overweight in those loose clothes. It had been a while since Kusha had seen him in person. He was maybe even uglier than she remembered, and it surprised her in that moment that even gold diggers wouldn’t be interested in this repulsive man. He was wearing a thick burgundy robe that thankfully fully concealed his body.

"Kusha!" exclaimed Rakesh with a big crooked smile, sticking out a pudgy hand for a handshake. "Long time no see. Glad you could make it soo, heh... punctually." Kusha stared at his hand and had to repress an urge to slap it away. This was the worst part of Rakesh. Not how he looked: people couldn't help it if they were ugly. No, the problem was his utter, unshakable confidence. Despite looks that would make any reasonable person self-conscious, there was a lurking arrogance behind his eyes. A sense that he thought he was better than everyone he met.

Kusha ignored the hand and instead put on a cold little customer-service smile. "Let's get straight to business, shall we, Mr. Kumar?" Rakesh withdrew the offered handshake, but instead of looking annoyed or confused by the slight, a little smirk crossed his face as his hand dropped to his side. Rage bubbled up inside her. What exactly did he mean by that expression? She felt completely off balance; even when she deliberately snubbed and disrespected him, Rakesh had somehow found a way to make her feel like she had made an embarrassing mistake.

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Rakesh turned and gestured her into the house, and, wanting nothing more in the world than to get this over with, Kusha followed. "As you can see," said Rakesh conversationally over his shoulder as he led her through the spacious living room toward the stairs, "A little interior decorating is long overdue."

Well, Kusha couldn't disagree with him there. Rakesh had purchased expensive furniture and clearly had enough money to hire a cleaning service, but his home still gave off the unmistakable air of a bachelor pad. There didn't seem to be decorations of any kind on the walls or any surface, giving the whole place an odd, lifeless, sterile feeling. Even rental properties had cheap, generic artwork for God's sake. It made Kusha feel a little better as she followed Rakesh up the stairs. He might think highly of himself, but Rakesh seemed to have no taste at all when it came to decor. One area, at least, where she was unquestionably superior.

The improvement in her mood lasted until she entered Rakesh's bedroom. The unmistakable smell of sex hung in the air, immediately wrinkling Kusha's nose and turning her stomach. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.

Kusha supposed she should have realized that a woman would be here. She had heard a female voice in the background of the intercom after all, and it wasn't like she would hide or evaporate in the time it took Rakesh to hustle down the stairs. Rakesh's sex partner was currently dressed in a skimpy silk robe that showed off a scandalous amount of her lovely crossed legs, and was smoking a cigarette with a look of faint amusement on her cute features.

As Rakesh bustled inside, Kusha froze in the doorway, nonplussed at suddenly sharing the room with one of Rakesh's floozies. Just like Sharath had mentioned, this mystery woman was undoubtedly attractive, so she was no doubt one of the gold diggers who flocked around Rakesh. Not the type of person Kusha enjoyed associating with.

"Oh!" said Rakesh, noticing Kusha's surprise, "Of course. How rude of me. Kusha, this is Pooja. Pooja, Kusha."

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Pooja raised an eyebrow and ashed her cigarette in an ashtray on the bed next to her. "Charmed," she said in a low, musical voice, her tone utterly insincere.

"Likewise," said Kusha stonily, her eyes pointedly running up and down Pooja's state of undress. "I'm guessing that you and Rakesh... work together?"

Pooja shrugged languidly and blew out a stream of smoke. "In a manner of speaking. I'm Rocky's accountant."

Kusha snorted with amusement at the joke and the cheesy nickname, but neither Rakesh nor Pooja laughed. "She stopped by to try to convince me that I'm overpaying you," said Rakesh, flopping back onto the bed next to Pooja and throwing an arm around her casually.

Pooja accepted the thick, flabby arm around her waist without apparent discomfort, instead giving Kusha a cool, appraising look and saying, "Some of the top designers in the city would do the job for less than what you're asking."

Kusha glared at the small, sharp-looking woman, bewildered. Was she actually an accountant? Why in God's name would an attractive professional have sex with Rakesh? And she was apparently sharp as well: Rakesh certainly was overpaying for Kusha's services. Kusha didn't even know how to respond. Everything about this meeting felt like it was going against her. She had planned to sweep in as a powerful, unflappable professional and make Rakesh feel small. Now, not only had she looked unprofessional, but the quality of her work was being questioned.

She felt herself blushing and opened her mouth to say something, anything in retort, when, embarrassingly, Rakesh bailed her out.

"Shush, Pooja," said Rakesh with a chuckle, reaching down to give his accountant a little spank on the side of her ass, drawing a giggle from the confident little woman. "Since when has money ever been an issue for me? I know what I like, and I think Kusha can give me exactly what I'm looking for."

Rakesh's assistance was even less welcome than Pooja's disdain. To save herself from having to engage, Kusha pointedly turned away, pulled a small notebook from her purse, and sketched some notes as Pooja and Rakesh whispered and giggled back and forth to each other.

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Luckily, it seemed like the job would be simple. The room was just a box with one large window, a walk-in closet, and an en-suite bathroom. Nothing particularly notable design-wise, and no architectural quirks to work around. Kusha lost herself in the work, eyeballing a few basic measurements, then snapping a few pictures with her phone as references for when she sketched her proposal. She felt some of the embarrassment and frustration ebb away as she went through the motions, and by the time she turned back to her infuriating patron, she felt a bit calmer.

"I would recommend a sleek modernist redesign," she said in clipped tones. "That way, the bedroom won't clash with the rest of your house's decor... or lack thereof, I suppose. I can sketch a proposal for you by the end of the week and present some artwork options that are within the project's budget for your approval." There. All he needed to do was agree, and Kusha could get out of here and leave this awkward meeting behind her.

Rakesh looked thoughtful, pursing his lips. "Hmph. Well, it's certainly impressive that you could come up with a plan just like that, but I'm afraid that "sleek modernism" just isn't what I had in mind."

Kusha gritted her teeth. "Mr. Kumar, in my professional opinion, this plan will..."

Rakesh cut across her protest in a firm voice. "Yeah, yeah, and I appreciate that, Kusha wusha. I do. But I hired you because I thought you had the creative spark to not just make something that looks good, but to design something in the style I want."

This arrogant little fucker... "Which is?" snapped Kusha.

"Masculine. Powerful," said Rakesh, his eyes boring into Kusha's. "To put it bluntly, I have a lot of guests in this room, Kusha. A lot. When a woman walks into this room, I want her to know immediately what kind of man I am. A dominant male. An alpha."

It might have been a little unprofessional, but Kusha couldn't help snort in derision and roll her eyes. "What," she asked disdainfully, "shall I get started commissioning a ten-foot granite statue of your dick?"

Rakesh met her mockery with a wide, unapologetic grin. "Let me know if you need reference photos," he said with a wink.

Kusha flushed red. She had walked right into that one. Mental note: don't be the first one to bring up sex around this creep. "Rakesh, you don't need to hire a decorator if you want to act like a neanderthal. Here: Mounted deer head on the wall there," she said, pointing with a withering expression and a cocked hip. "Bearskin rug on the floor, large size poster of the movie 'Animal' above the bed. There, now you look exactly like the type of guy who calls himself an 'Alpha'. You can have that consultation on the house."

Rakesh raised an eyebrow, and Pooja gave Kusha a flat, unimpressed glare, crossing one lovely leg over the other. "So you're saying you can't do it," said Rakesh lightly.

"I'm saying I'm not interested in doing it," corrected Kusha, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

"I get it," said Rakesh. "I've seen your portfolio. Soulless minimalism; that 'sleek modernist' look you tried to sell me. Oh, and breezy, feminine cottage-core. I thought you had the chops to work a little bit outside the box you've put yourself in, but hey, if you don't feel comfortable with that, I completely understand."

Kusha felt her blood boiling. All of the annoyances and frustrations of this trainwreck of a meeting came to a head as that smirking floozy Pooja laughed behind her hand. 

She opened her mouth, ready to show both of them the error of their ways…

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Rakesh is dominating Alpha - will he flirt like a play boy with Kusha ?

There's so much in that little brain of Rakesh, that's yet to be unveiled.

Play started, if Rakesh can be able to convince and show his little dominant nature, them kusha will reject him, where as if he started patronizing and pamparing her , then she may allow him to show little dearness to him, what way he Wii try let us see in future updates

We saw what pampering did to her husband. Perhaps, Rakesh wanted a new outcome.

Excellent.

Hubby inviting the danger into house himself = what an idiot.

He had walked right into that one.

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Like the way story is moving, waiting for the spicy update. Keep going

Thank you.

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Please add some pics to the story brother

Please update, awasome story, please add hot pics

I added a few pics here and there. I also marked nsfw gifs as spoilers so readers are not directly affected by it. Note: This is just an experiment, let me know what you think of adding pics and gifs to story.

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If you could add gif and pics to story , it would make story more spicy and real

I'm saying I added them. Let's see what others think. Besides, this will make posting updates slower since I have to search for appropriate gifs to post each time.

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Yes, I have checked them, but it should be relevant to situations, mostly refer like to see them during sex

I added it there too. You need to click on the "view spoiler" to see it. Otherwise its not visible.

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Later that night, Kusha sat at her computer, tired, but too annoyed to go to bed. Sharath had gone off to sleep ages ago after tiptoeing around her all evening.

That fucking prick Rakesh felt like a splinter deep in her mind, constantly irritating her in a way she couldn't let go. He had made her feel small today, and that was particularly galling from someone so beneath her.

Currently, she was flipping through social media of various men who identified as "alphas" with an unimpressed sneer on her face, growing more and more annoyed. Some of the men were good-looking, maybe even the majority, at least of the men who were most successful at projecting that image online. It wasn't that Kusha found confident, masculine men unattractive. She could definitely see the primal appeal of a rugged man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to push for it. But, even if some of these guys online had a certain animal magnetism, Kusha had never considered a man like that for herself. It felt... dangerous to put all the power in the hands of a romantic partner like that. She much preferred to wear the pants in her relationships.

And all of that was beside the point anyway. Rakesh wasn't an "alpha", if such a thing even existed. He was a pretender. A wannabe who thought he could toy with his betters. But that was fine. In fact, this assignment would be a perfect chance for Kusha to prove that to him.

Still feeling the memory of Rakesh's arrogant eyes throbbing inside her like a painful splinter, Kusha began taking notes, determined to create a design so powerful and masculine that it would make Rakesh look foolish in comparison every time he stepped into the room.

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"You're going to fuck her aren't you?" asked Pooja, her voice holding just the trace of a moan as she pumped her slim hips up and down Rakesh's cock. "That stuck-up designer... That's the point of hiring her, right?"

Rakesh laid back, scrolling through his phone as Pooja claimed her reward for helping out today. He had needed a very particular type of woman from his stable to make the perfect impression on Kusha, and she had fit the bill perfectly: smart, professional, and gorgeous. The fact that an objectively beautiful accountant had been willing to fuck him had definately planted some important seeds in Kusha's subconscious.

"Hmm?" he said, eyes flicking upward briefly to where Pooja bounced and whimpered above him. "Yeah, that's the plan. Why? Feeling a bit jealous? Or just nostalgic for the time when I first manipulated you into bed?"

"You fucking bastard..." panted Pooja, but her hips just bounced faster, her pussy gripping his cock with needy desire. "You get off on it, don't you? Aahhhh.. Dragging women down into the mud…"

"Don't pretend you don't love it," said Rakesh fondly. He tossed his phone aside and put his hands on the slim accountant's hips, smoothly taking control. "Do you remember what first got you to fuck me?"

Pooja’s eyes glittered down at him, antagonistic, but full of helpless lust as her hips squirmed and writhed down onto his cock.. "I don't even understand how you did it," she admitted breathlessly. "You just acted like an asshole. Always criticizing something about my clothes or my hair. I think I finally just snapped and had to prove you wrong."

"Your wardrobe has improved a lot since then," said Rakesh with a wicked smile.

"God, it's fucking humiliating," gasped Pooja, her hips bucking wildly now as the sorts of things Rakesh made her wear crossed her mind. "I swear half the men in my building stop what they're doing and just enjoy the show every time I walk by in those skirts you love so much."

"Maybe you should stop wearing panties," teased Rakesh as Pooja neared orgasm. "The wind blows wrong a little and all those men will get a real fucking show."

"Don't... God! Don't fucking jooooke about that, asshooolllle!" moaned Pooja, gasping and grunting as she came all over Rakesh's cock, imagining further exhibitionist humiliations.

Rakesh figured there was a fifty-fifty chance Pooja would actually quit wearing panties. Corrupting the sassy accountant had let a seriously kinky side of her off the chain, and she might not resist the urge. He’d won her over by putting her down… classic negging, that old pick-up artist move.

It wasn't as broadly useful as some people thought, but for a certain type of proud woman, it could be a great wedge to get your hooks in. Women who assumed they were above Rakesh just couldn't stand it when he acted like the opposite was true... and sometimes it could lead them to do desperate things to address that mental imbalance.

Maybe a similar approach could work with Kusha. And Rakesh thought he had just the topic that Kusha would be most insecure about. Not clothes like with Pooja. No.

He was going to insult Kusha's taste in men.

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Kusha sat back, watching with smug satisfaction as Rakesh flipped through her concept art. In one sense, Rakesh had been correct. She had been forced to step out of her regular design instincts to create a design this forceful and masculine. But her skill and artistic talent had shone through in the end. She had knocked it out of the park.

Bold, daring use of color. Sharp, blocky angles. Stone, leather and bronze. All garish on their own maybe, but coming together to harmonize in a room that wasn't just something a knuckle-dragging "Alpha Male" would find impressive, but also looked fucking incredible. Even Rakesh looked impressed as he perused the portfolio of designs.

Kusha's ego had fully recovered from her embarrassing first meeting with Rakesh a few days ago. It had really been a perfect storm of bad luck and Rakesh's obnoxious ego, uniting to embarrass her and throw her off balance. That day had filled her with a burning desire to get back her dignity and show Rakesh who was really superior between the two of them. He had implied that she wouldn't be able to create a compelling and masculine design, and today she had her answer.

It helped her mood immensely that this meeting was happening in her office today rather than Rakesh's home turf. She felt calm, confident, and in her element.

Right up until Rakesh opened his mouth.

"I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised," said Rakesh with a wide smile, flipping the folder closed. "I really didn't think you would be able to capture the alpha male spirit. But this is excellent work."

"Well, it's not my usual aesthetic," admitted Kusha, not able to help preening a little, "but a good artist can adapt to other visual styles."

Rakesh chuckled, his eyes meeting Kusha with a mischievous gleam. "I'm sure that's true. But it's not what I meant. I thought you wouldn't have any insight into powerful, confident masculinity."

Kusha stared at the ugly man sitting across her desk, the smile fading from her face. The correct choice was to ignore his barb and conclude the meeting... but Kusha couldn't do that. It felt too much like letting the little toad have the last word. "There isn't much depth to so-called 'alphas'," she said icily. "It’s all just unearned confidence and thinly-veiled aggression."

Rakesh shrugged, flipping open the folder again and avoiding her gaze as he looked at the concept drawing of his new room. "I'm not sure how you would know that..." he said mildly, "considering you avoid dominant men like a disease."

Kusha rolled her eyes, trying to keep her annoyance under control. "Trust me, Mr. Kumar, as an attractive woman, I have plenty of experience with over-confident men. More than I would like, even if I actively avoided them. Which I didn’t."

Rakesh's eyes flashed back up to hers. "And yet you've only ever dated betas. Why is that?" He asked with a sharp voice.

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The stunning inappropriateness of the question took her breath away. This was a business meeting for God's sake! Rakesh was wildly out of line, and Kusha would be well within her rights to simply have him escorted off the premises and tear his contract to pieces.

But she couldn't let this insult go unanswered. An insult against her husband, Rakesh's former friend. And an insult against her, more importantly, questioning her taste in men.

"My husband," she said angrily, drawing herself up in a stiff posture of rage, "Is a wonderful man. Ten times the man you will ever be. He doesn't need all of your stupid "Alpha Male" bullshit to be secure and confident. He knows how much better he is than men like you without having to swagger around and beat his chest like a gorilla."

"Is that why you married him?" asked Rakesh in a calm, amused voice, completely unintimidated and unimpressed by Kusha's angry outburst. "Because he is soooo 'secure"? Or is it because he's easy to push around, and that feels safe to you?"

Ok, that was enough. The cocky little shit had officially gone too far. "Get out!" yelled Kusha, red-faced with anger, pointing to the door. "Get the fuck out of my office!"

Luckily for his own bodily safety, Rakesh didn't argue. He just scooped up his folder with a smug look on his face, gave an obnoxious wave, then strolled out the door, leaving Kusha shaking with volcanic anger behind him.

That little PRICK! How dare he? To march into her office and disrespect her like that! To disrespect her husband, her marriage, and herself on a deeply personal level. How did he have the balls?

He was wrong, obviously. Kusha had married Sharath because he was a wonderful man. Her other half. Not because he was somehow the easy choice. Sharath could be manly and confident... at times. And besides, what was wrong with being attracted to submissive men?

And Sharath wasn't fucking submissive!

She felt scrambled and off balance once again, despite her excellent design and meeting Rakesh on her territory. The creep just had an uncanny knack for getting under her skin. She picked up the phone to ring Payal and tell her to cancel Rakesh's account. Then she tossed her phone to her desk and leaned back in her chair, breathing heavily.

She would cancel Rakesh's account tomorrow. But tonight, she wanted to prove him wrong.

Tonight, she was going to explore the manly, confident side of her husband.

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Muaaah! Loved it! Hope you keep it going without losing the momentum!

Things are just starting up!

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Kusha took off from work a little early that evening to go home and prepare. Rakesh was wrong. In many, many ways... but most importantly, he was wrong about men. Aggression and high libido weren't something to be proud of. They were impulses that all men had inside them.

"Alpha" men were just guys who had less impulse control. Beneath his calm, controlled surface, Sharath was just as much of a horny brute as Rakesh. He was just able to control himself like an actual human being. Tonight she would prove it.

She considered just dressing up in lingerie, but decided that that would be cheating. Tonight, she wanted Sharath to be bold. To take what he wanted. To be confident, with an aggressive edge. If she was just wearing a lacy bra and panties when he got home, that would be like giving him direct permission to initiate sex. And for this particular experiment, that wouldn't do. She wanted Sharath to pursue her forcefully because that's what he wanted.

So she wore the next best thing: a skimpy and sexy, yet casual pair of pajamas. Tiny little pink shorts that showed her legs off perfectly, and a tight tank top that her nipples practically burst out of when she wore it without a bra. In other words, she was offering herself to her husband on a platter and daring him to take a bite. And he would. She was sure of it.

When Sarath came in looking tired from work, she sashayed into the kitchen with a showy, hip-swaying walk, making sure her husband got a good look at her body. "Hey, handsome," she said, leaning over the kitchen counter and giving him a look straight down her cleavage. "How was your day?" She was gratified to see his eyes practically pop out of his head. His gaze began to crawl over her curves, and Kusha was certain he would pounce on her right then and there...

But then he stopped, shaking his head and meeting her eyes instead with a clear effort to restrain himself. "It was alright. Nothing special. A little busy this time of the year. People trying to get permits in. How about you?"

Kusha felt a flicker of annoyance. Here she was, looking like a sexy little minx, just begging for him to come take her, and he was... resisting? Well, it was true that most of the time, she would probably be annoyed if he came on too strong when she wasn't interested in sex, but he should be able to read signals a little better. Well... if just the sight of his smoking hot wife in skimpy clothes wasn't enough to get Sharath to let his inner beast off the leash, maybe she needed to rile him up a little more.

[Steel]

"I've been lonely all day, missing you," said Kusha with a smile. "C'mon, big guy, let's spend some time together." She took him by the arm and led him to the living room. She was half hoping that he would pull in the other direction toward the bedroom, but he followed willingly enough toward the couch. Kusha sat down snuggled up to him, her annoyance growing inside her. She could have taken him to the bedroom herself. He would have gone eagerly.

But she wanted him to take the initiative tonight. And instead, he just mildly put on one of their TV shows and sat there making small talk. Kusha's frustration only grew as the night went on. She made sexy bedroom eyes at Sharath, rubbed his thigh meaningfully, even pressed her tits into his arm. Everything she could think of short of directly initiating sex. She knew it was having an effect on him. He was obviously as hard as a rock. Arousal wasn't the issue.

The issue was that he was absolutely refusing to make the first move.

And, as frustrated as that made Kusha, the worst part was that she knew that she was the one to blame. She had trained Sarath over the years that they had sex when and how she wanted. She was always the one to initiate. Any time in their early relationship when Sarath had tried to push for sex, exactly like she wanted him to do now, she had actively discouraged him.

If there had been a wolf inside Sharath once, Kusha had domesticated it long ago. Even if she teased him and flirted shamelessly, he would obediently wait until she decided they were going to have sex.

Kusha knew, with absolute certainty, that if Rakesh got the same treatment she had been giving her husband, he would have already made his move. Probably as soon as he walked in the door. Of course, if he tried something like that on Kusha, he would get the smug grin slapped right off his face. But that didn't change the fact that Rakesh would already have pushed hard for what he wanted at this point.

That didn't make him an alpha, but it did make him different from Sharath in a way that irritated Kusha. She wanted Sharath to be a manly, confident man who did what she asked because he respected her. Not a meek yes-man who couldn't think for himself. The difference might be subtle, but it felt significant to Kusha. She knew it was unfair to test her husband without discussing her concerns with him first... but would it really count if she had to tell him to think more independently?

It wasn't even that she wanted a pushy guy like Rakesh (Not an 'alpha'. The term was stupid. And besides, Rakesh was more accurately termed 'a jerk'). She enjoyed her sex life with Sharath, and playing a leading role in her relationships had always been her style. But it bothered her that Sharath couldn't be demanding and rough and spontaneous even when the situation called for it... that that was an option she had somehow been locked out of, even if she did want to experience it occasionally.

And even worse, it bothered her that Rakesh might have been right about her taste in men.

[Steel]

Kusha stood up suddenly, pulling her tank top over her head to display her perfect tits. 

Sharath looked up at her, his face a picture of bewildered shock. She stared down at him, hands on hips, topless, her breasts heaving with anger and strange arousal.

'Well?" she asked challengingly.

"I... what are you...?" spluttered Sharath. Kusha could see how aroused he was... but still, with his wife half naked in front of him, he couldn't take that extra step.

Her little lapdog... loyal and obedient and utterly safe. Kusha turned away toward the bedroom so Sharath couldn't see her face, calling over her shoulder, "Clothes off. You're going to fuck me."

She didn't look back to see if he was following her, but she knew he would be. She stalked into the bedroom and removed her shorts and panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside and throwing herself back onto the bed. She was a little surprised by the powerful wet heat between her legs. She was filled with a strange blend of anger and lust. An annoying itch that needed to be scratched.

Her husband appeared in the doorway, his cock rock hard, but his face troubled. "Honey, is everything ok?" he asked cautiously as he entered the dim room, taking in the sight of his lovely wife lying back on the bed, her pussy flushed and dripping, but her eyes flashing with dangerous heat.

"No talking," she growled, spreading her legs wide and beckoning him forward impatiently, "only sex."

Normally, they had foreplay first. Normally, Kusha preferred cowgirl. Normally, she made Sharath wear a condom. None of that mattered to her right now. She needed to feel a cock inside her, hot, hard and powerful. When Sarath joined her on the bed, she pulled him down into a fierce, bruising kiss, her fingers tangled tight in his hair, desperately trying to spark the same desperate, fiery passion in him that she felt.

Sharath tried his best to rise to the occasion, finally sensing what his wife had wanted all evening. He thrust forward into her pussy, raw inside her for the first time in months, feeling her wet, clinging heat directly against his skin. He pumped his hips, thrusting into her with slow, languid strokes.