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"You're right," said Laila lightly. 'I don't know you that well, Kusha. But I know your husband. Oh yes... I know Sherry very well. You know he had the most adorable crush on me all through college, right?"

Kusha remained silent, and Laila nodded. "I can see the idea doesn't shock you at least. He thought he was sneaky about it, but everyone knew he had a thing for me. I could have picked up Sharath any time I wanted. And I almost did. Let me tell you the story, Kusha. It might make things a little... clearer. You don't need to say a thing. Just listen."

Kusha thought about speaking up, or even just standing up and moving away. But she was curious despite herself. Sharath was a good-looking, charming guy. If Laila was not dating anyone, and knew Sharath was interested, why had she rejected him?

"It was March of our first year in college," began Laila, shifting her wide butt a little on her seat, making her C cup breasts jiggle with the movement, and dislodging a trickle of sweat to run down her body from her collar bone down her soft belly between her legs."The weather was warming up, so Sharath and I and some of our other friends decided to do a little hike up to a waterfall near our college, one of those hidden ones in the hills, still running clear even off season. It was supposed to be pretty. Crystal water tumbling down the rocks into a quiet pool."

The attendant put another ladle of water on the coals, sending up a hissing cloud of steam as Laila went on. "Anyway, in the end, everyone cancelled except for Me and Sherry. We went anyway, and had a lot of fun. I knew he liked me, and we flirted back and forth on the way up to the waterfall. And, even though I had hesitated in the past, I had such a good time and felt such nice chemistry with him that I said, hey, why not? I was ready to give him his shot."

Laila chuckled warmly at the memory. Maybe it was the intense heat and the strange vulnerability of her bare skin in that swimsuit, but Kusha found herself totally absorbed in the story, holding on to every word.

“I’ve always been a bit of a tease,” Laila said with a cheeky grin. “So when we finally reached the waterfall and saw there was no one else around, I steered the conversation toward wild things we’d never done… specifically, skinny dipping. He admitted he’d never tried it. Neither had I. Without even waiting for him to answer, I peeled off my clothes, covered my privates with both hands, and jumped straight into the cool, clear water below. Completely naked, daring him to follow.”

Kusha could imagine it. The first heat of summer. The deep blue sky. The adrenaline rush of young attraction. How must Sharath have felt to see his crush flirting so brazenly? To catch a glimpse of her naked body as she jumped into the water?

"And to his credit, he did," said Laila with a laugh. "Stripped off his clothes and took the plunge to join me. Laila’s grin turned a little wicked. “I swam closer, still covering myself under the water, and said, ‘Some things are better experienced than judged from a distance.’ Then I let my hands fall away and closed the last bit of distance between us.” We were both there, feet away from each other in the water. Totally naked and all alone, without another soul for miles. And you know what happened then?"

'What?" Kusha asked, forgetting her disdain for Laila for just a moment in her curiosity.

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Laila's smile dripped with mockery as she hissed, "Fucking nothing! Poor Sherry was feet away from his desperate crush, wet and willing and naked, and he just floated there for a few awkward minutes with his teeth chattering, making small talk. I practically hung a sign over my head saying "come fuck me", and Sharath was too much of a pussy to go for it."

Kusha shook her head uneasily, looking away. "He was just young and nervous. Anyone can make a mistake." It reminded her uncomfortably of what had happened the other night, when Sharath hadn't pursued her despite obvious signs.

"If he had taken me right then, had the balls to swim up and kiss me... I would have let him have me. Let him have anything he wanted. He could have thrust his cock deep in my tight, wet pussy all afternoon. And... Well, who knows what the future might have been? Maybe we would have been dating by the time we got back from the hike. Maybe I would be the one to marry him eventually. But he didn't. And the week after that, I met Puneet at a party. Sharath was too much of a loser to take what he wanted. You know, I remember it clear as day: I saw his cock when we got out of the water. His stiff little prick could have cut glass. He could have fucked me silly with it right then and there, but he chose jerking off alone later instead. The safer choice. The beta choice. I'm sure he yanked that little hardon all night to the memory of how he could have fucked me... if he had only been man enough. That night and a hundred other nights since then, I would guess."

Now that the story was over, Kusha felt her anger flare up again. "Don't speak about my husband that way. Maybe he could be more assertive sometimes, but he's a wonderful man. Far superior in every way to a creep like Rakesh."

Laila just laughed again. "Listen, Kusha. I know that a lot of things are subjective and based on preference, but don't say "every way." I know at least one way that Rakesh is far, far superior to poor Sherry. I saw your husband's cock when we got out of the water, remember?"

"Sharath's just fine," snapped Kusha irritably. "He's average."

"Why settle for second best?" said Laila mockingly. "Tell you what, Rakesh and I are booked in room 153 for the massage. Stop by and take a peek if you want to see the real difference between Rakesh and your husband."

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"Why would I want to watch some whore sneaking around on her husband?" said Kusha with a smirk, bringing out her cleavage in discomfort.

"Puneet?" said Laila with a confused tilt of her head. "Oh, he knows I'm here. He even knows that I'm here with Rakesh. My husband is a cuck, darling."

Kusha recoiled with a silent look of disgust, and for the first time, Laila looked mildly annoyed. "Don't knock it till you've tried it," she said sharply. "Anyway. Based on what I know about Sherry, I think he might be a little more receptive to the idea than you are."

"How dare you?" said Kusha furiously, finally rising from her bench. "My husband and I aren't hopeless perverts like you and Puneet apparently are. Sharath would never enjoy something like that."

"Are you sure?" Asked Laila calmly, her cool amusement apparently restored by Kusha's outburst. "Here's a suggestion, sweetie... Tease Sherry a little next time you're in bed. Not about you, that would make it too obvious... about me. Ask him about the story I told you and about Rakesh and my relationship, and see how he reacts. It might surprise you."

"I don't have to listen to this," said Kusha in disgust, grabbing her discarded robe and turning to leave. She paused for one last second though. Laila wasn't a reliable source of information, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

"What is Rakesh's game exactly?" Kusha asked sharply. "Why is he being such an asshole to me and Sharath?" She was afraid that she already knew the answer, but she didn't want to say it. Didn't even want to think it.

In any case, Laila was no help. She simply smiled enigmatically and said, "Sorry darling, I could tell you... but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

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Diwali wishes to all the readers!

As a small token of appreciation for all your love and support, today's update is going to be a little spicier than usual! Kusha gets to witness Rakesh's masculine energy for the very first time.

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Few moments later,

Kusha stalked through the halls of the spa, glaring at any member of the staff who tried to assist her. Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation, but instead, she was more stressed and furious than ever.

Furious at Sharath for lying to her. He had never told Rakesh that their friendship was off like he promised to. Couldn't even handle one moment of confrontation.

Furious by Laila’s sharp tongue, perceptive gaze, and the filthy implications of her words.

But most of all, furious at Rakesh for refusing to leave her alone. For pushing and pushing and needling her to the breaking point.

Technically, she was supposed to report to room 123 for her couples massage with Sharath, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to see him right now.

Kusha slowed and stopped in her tracks, a thoughtful look on her face. Laila had told her what room she and Rakesh would be in, and implied that it would be quite a show if she stopped by. Well... maybe she should. Not because she thought it would be erotic in the slightest, but just because the sad, disgusting sight of a troll like Rakesh trying to fuck a beautiful woman like Laila might give her a mental image she could picture the next time Rakesh tried to act like a big shot. She was sure it would deflate his image in her mind and make it easier to treat him with contempt.

It was a crazy idea, but Kusha had been having a crazy day, and it actually seemed like this might be a way to get a mental win over Rakesh. With a decisive step, Kusha turned away from the rendezvous with her husband and made her way to her worst enemy's massage room instead.

By the time she reached the hallway with the massage rooms, Kusha already knew that this was a bad idea. It was reckless, irrational, and she stood a high chance of getting caught. She considered herself a sharp, level-headed woman, and doing something like this was totally unlike her.

But, even with all those reasons clamoring in her head, something still drew her forward toward room 153. Her palms were sweaty, and her body jangled with nerves. As much as she hated to admit it, what drew her was a sort of desperation. Rakesh's mind games had succeeded in getting under her skin. She wasn't too proud to admit that much at least. It felt like every time they had a conflict or argument, Rakesh was somehow one step ahead of her, holding all the cards.

Of course, Kusha knew instinctively what Rakesh's ultimate objective was. It was the same objective that every sleazy man she had ever met had shared. He wanted to get into her pants. That didn't shock Kusha, although it did disgust her. That was obviously why he was always trying to flaunt his power and masculinity to her, and why she had brought a married slut with him today to parade around like a prize show hound. Kusha had absolutely no anxiety that she might be tempted, of course. She wasn't the type of woman who could be tricked into sex.

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But, even if his goal was eyerollingly impossible, that didn't mean that his games didn't bother her. He left her feeling flustered and unsettled. He had made her feel uncomfortable about her relationship with Sharath by making her think about what sex with a more dominant man would be like. And, frankly, he now occupied far too much space in her brain.

She needed something to recenter her opinion on Rakesh. A way to cut through his mind games and remind herself, consciously and subconsciously, that Rakesh was a disgusting little toad unworthy of her time or energy.

As crazy as it was to go and spy on his sexual encounter, Kusha thought it was just what she needed. She would watch Rakesh's pathetic attempts to act like the "alpha males" he always harped on about, see his stocky little body, and all the mystique that Rakesh had been trying to build would drain instantly away. The next time he tried to act like a big shot, Kusha would remember his pathetic attempts at sexual dominance and completely disregard his empty bravado.

That was what pulled her forward as she reached the doorway. A stubborn belief that underneath it all, Rakesh had to be as unimpressive as she always assumed.

She took a deep breath and parted the curtain hanging across the doorway.

Inside, she expected to see the massage table, but it seemed that there was a small entryway room between the hallway and the massage area. Probably to ensure that there was no accidental exposure of the guests as the masseuses moved in and out. Neat trays of perfumes, supplies and a small handwashing station sat along one wall, and opposite the door she entered was another curtained doorway... one that Kusha could hear voices coming from.

"... pisses me off so bad about you, Rocky. You only ever think about yourself."

Kusha crept closer to the curtain. She had definitely gotten the right room, that was that slut Laila's voice.

"Oh, please. Don't act like it's some sort of chore. You love it just as much as I do, you dirty slut."

Rakesh's voice made Kusha's old familiar rage bubble up inside her. He sounded just as cocky and smug as ever. No one should speak to anyone else that way, even if they were a slut. Kusha paused at the shrouding curtains, trying to judge how easy it would be to peek through them without being caught.

Laila scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Charming as always. How could I ever resist?"

"Resist...this?" Rakesh's voice was low and utterly confident. There was a long moment of silence.

"Fucking asshole..." murmured Laila quietly enough that Kusha could barely hear it. Then... soft wet noises. Were they kissing? The thought sent a squirming sensation of complex discomfort through Kusha's belly. Her ideal scenario was that she would discover that Rakesh was merely pressuring or paying Laila to act a part. That was what it had sounded like at first: Laila didn't sound like a submissive sex doll up until now. But how did kissing fit into that?

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Kusha needed to get a look. She took a chance and just barely parted the curtains enough for one eye to peek through. Shock flooded her body as she struggled to process what she saw.

Well... they weren't kissing. Laila laid on the massage table on her belly, her feet kicked up behind her, still shrouded in her robe. Rakesh, however, was totally naked as Laila messily slobbered all over his cock, glaring up at him with challenge in her eyes.

Rakesh had tossed aside his robe completely, and stood nude and proud in front of her face, a hand on each hip as he enjoyed Laila's blowjob. In some ways, his body was not as disappointing as Kusha had hoped. With a thick back, he wasn’t as flabby as he appeared with clothes on. He didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but his coarse body hair spread across his chest and abdomen.

There was something unusual about the way he carried himself. Even when naked, he still had the supreme, annoying confidence that she had come to recognize. And it was no surprise why. Rakesh had the largest cock that Kusha had ever seen in real life. And not just long, it looked girthy and arrow-straight, with nerves popping on and a flared deep-pink mushroom head that naturally made Kusha think about... stretching and spreading before she could stop herself.

Something about that thick rod of masculine flesh, pulsing slightly with Rakesh's heartbeat, instantly felt like it called to something deep inside Kusha. Some deeper instinct, beneath her conscious disgust and frustration with Rakesh. The very fact she felt that magnetic pull disgusted her, and made her focus even harder on the rest of Rakesh's body, and remind herself of what an annoying shit he could be. Even though she managed to mask her immediate reaction, the feeling refused to fade. It remained buried in her mind like an ember that could burst into flames at any moment.

Her initial idea to take a quick, ridiculous picture of Rakesh had gone completely off track, yet she couldn't look away. Something about the strange, obscene act playing out in front of her was darkly fascinating.

Laila seemed to feel that same primal attraction to Rakesh's cock. She was truly worshipping the impressive dick Rakesh was proudly shoving into her face, licking and kissing every inch with obvious relish, despite her hateful eyes glaring up into Rakesh's cocky grin, covering every inch of his massive erection with shining saliva.

"Asshole?" said Rakesh with a chuckle, reaching down to grip Laila's feathered hair in a fist and pulling her head upward to line up her mouth with the tip of his cock, “That can be arranged, sweetheart. You’ve gotten pretty damn good at rimjobs since I started training you.” Laila responded by showing her slim, manicured middle finger, but dropped her hands away, allowing Rakesh to thrust forward and begin fucking her face without resistance.

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Rakesh raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm, so little mommy Laila wants to act like a brat today huh? I like that. Makes it better when you finally break down and beg for Daddy's cock later."

Laila didn't reply. But right now, she couldn't. Only wet sounds of submission rose from her mouth as Rakesh's thick powerful cock thrust inside over and over, making spit drip down her chin.

Kusha watched with wide eyes and a look of horror on her face. God, this wasn't a blowjob. Rakesh was using Laila like a sex toy, thrusting his big cock in and out of her mouth while the curvy married woman obediently took it, the angry defiance in her eyes giving way to helpless lust. How could a woman allow someone to do this to them? How could Laila go from sneering at Rakesh one moment, to letting him fuck her mouth the next?

It made no sense. Kusha couldn't look away.

Finally, Rakesh pulled Laila's dripping mouth off his cock, letting her gasp for breath, red faced. "You told me you have a surprise for me earlier," said Rakesh with amusement as Laila wiped her dripping mouth with the back of her hand and regained some of her composure.

Her eyes were sharp again as she looked up and said, "I did say that, didn't I? But then you started acting like a fucking prick. I'm not sure I want to show you the surprise anymore."

Kusha's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Earlier, Laila had made it sound like she was perfectly happy having sex with Rakesh, but now it sounded like she barely tolerated his presence... Well, it sounded like that, and then she slobbered all over his cock. Kusha felt like she had whiplash. If Laila hated Rakesh so much, why would she submit to him sexually?

Rakesh gripped Laila's hair again and pulled her upward, drawing a hiss of pain from her lips, then roughly kissed her. Laila didn't turn away, making a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl of frustration as her tongue tangled wetly with Rakesh's.

"Show me," commanded Rakesh in a flat, demanding voice as he pulled away, his eyes serious as they locked with the submissive wife on the table beneath him. Laila slapped Rakesh's hand away with an angry sigh, then slipped off the table.

She untied the belt of her robes and let them fall open, revealing the snug swimsuit beneath, its thin fabric stretched over her soft, curvy body. The high-cut bottoms clung to the full swell of her hips and the deep crease where her thighs met. She turned away from Rakesh, presenting herself to both him and Kusha hidden behind the curtain, and peeled the bodysuit down in one slow motion.

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Kusha wasn't... completely immune to female beauty, although she didn’t let that fact out publicly. People tended to assume certain things about women who appreciated both sexes, so Kusha hadn't even told her husband about that tendency. In any case, she was temporarily distracted by Laila's impressive ass.

Laila's enormous cheeks were pale, thick, and round. Chubby, maybe even a little fat, but not chunky or flabby looking in the slightest. Just soft, lovely flesh that made you want to give it a slap and make it pink. It took a second for Kusha to notice what the surprise was that Laila was showing Rakesh, but when she did, her stomach dropped.

Just above the cleft of her ass, right where a waistband would sit, a single word was inked in clean, deliberate lettering: “Rocky's”. The font was bold yet elegant, the apostrophe curling possessively, as if the entire soft, heavy expanse below it had already been claimed and labeled. Centered neatly above the name sat a small, sharp wolf’s head logo. Its ears pricked, eyes fierce, mouth slightly open, as rendered in the same bold black ink.That quiet, permanent declaration sitting just above, and framing the plump cheeks like a signature of ownership.

Rakesh let out a low, evil chuckle, tracing the letters with a thick finger, then giving Laila's ass a resounding slap that made the flesh ripple. "I thought you said it was impossible," he said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "I thought this was your pathetic cuck's ultimate red line. Hahaha.. I guess nothing’s permanent."

Laila looked away with a blush, but arched her back to press her ass further into Rakesh's hand as she said in an embarrassed tone, "Well... you would be surprised at what a week in chastity would accomplish. Especially when I spent all week showing him our videos and whispering in his ear how hot it would be for him to give in and let you win."

Rakesh laughed out loud, sinking his fingers into Laila's butt as he palmed it greedily. "I can just imagine it. Puneet.. Hahah, I mean your Peanut-Pati Puneet must have had the best orgasm of his pathetic life when he finally accepted his place and gave up your ass to me."

"Don't call him that," said Laila angrily, her eyes flashing as she looked over her shoulder at Rakesh. "You know how much he hates that stupid fucking nickname. And he's a good man. A handsome man. Not an ugly, disgusting buffalo like you!"

Despite the mismatch of Laila's words and actions, Kusha found herself agreeing with Laila. Yes, how dare Rakesh badmouth better men? Especially when he was such an ugly slob? Despite how clear Laila's overall failure to defy Rakesh was, especially considering her tattoo, Kusha wanted to hear her put Rakesh in his place.

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Rakesh seemed taken aback for a moment by the outburst, then his face split into an ugly grin. 'A buffalo? Well... if that's true, I suppose that makes you my slutty cow, doesn't it?" With Laila still glaring at him, he sank behind her to his knees, one hand gripping each lush cheek and parting them to reveal a tight hole and flushed, dripping pussy.

"Why don't you moo for me, and we'll see who the real animal is here, fatass?" growled Rakesh, then dived between her cheeks with hungry ferocity, licking and slurping wildly all over Laila's vulnerable asshole and pussy.

Laila immediately hissed in pleasure, leaning forward heavily on the massage table and going to her tiptoes, arching her back dramatically to give Rakesh the optimal angle for his sloppy oral assault. "You think... Uhhhnnn, you think you can talk shit about my husband?" she snarled as Rakesh's fat tongue messily explored her married holes. "Puneet was the college topper… a class II Gazetted officer. You're fucking nothing compared to him you ugly... Fuck! Godddd! Right there! Right fucking there!"

Kusha could hear the passion in Laila's voice. Anger and disgust, yes, but another type of passion as well. Sheer animal lust, bubbling up molten and primal beneath Laila's dismissive words. This had gone way beyond a quick little peek. It felt wrong to be watching this, but some part of Kusha yearned to see where this went. Laila's furious words spoke directly to her soul... but the fact that they were so deeply entwined with desire was disturbingly erotic.

Rakesh stood, slapping Laila's ass again and getting into position behind her, rubbing his thick cock up and down her dripping pussy, teasing her. "And yet," he said with a grin, "This worthless monster is about to be balls-deep in your pussy while that incredible clean shaven husband of yours sits at home and jerks off to the thought of his wife's fat ass, branded and owned by another man. Just goes to show that appearance isn't everything."

"Fuck yooouuu,' said Laila, her angry outburst turning into a moan as Rakesh slid into her up to the hilt. "Your ... Unnhhh... your appearance isn't the main problem you fucking prick. You're a misogynist. Aghhh…. a manipulator. An exploiter. An evil, predatory pervert!"

Rakesh began fucking her then, slamming her forward into the table with deep, powerful strokes that silenced everything but moans and whimpers coming from between Laila's parted lips. Kusha bit her own lip then to stifle a sudden unexpected moan bubbling up from inside her as well. She fought to get a hold of herself. She hated Rakesh, but the obscene sex act in front of her was impossibly erotic nonetheless. Rakesh looked more like a beast than a human, and he wasn't making love. He was fucking. Dominating. Claiming the soft, curvy woman beneath him and putting her in her place with his powerful cock.

Laila's legs were trembling and her hands gripped the table tight for leverage as Rakesh punished her insolence with his conquering cock. His hips snapped forward, contacting Laila's soft ass with loud, fleshy slaps every time he thrust. It was primal, and raw, and utterly unlike Sharath's careful, considerate lovemaking. Kusha dimly remembered that her mission was to see a laughable example of Rakesh's false dominance. It looked like that wasn't something she was going to get. She should leave right now.

Instead, she slipped a hand beneath her robe, gingerly touching the hot, wet center of twisted pleasure between her thighs over the puffy cotton fabric. She shouldn't... but no one would ever know, and in her erotic haze, Kusha wasn't sure she could resist. Her fear, worries and conscious mind took a little vacation as her wondering eyes greedily absorbed the scene playing out in front of her.

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Rakesh grabbed both of Laila's arms from behind, pulling back to force her up, her back arched, her lips panting and moaning as he slammed into her, his hips moving with a perpetual pounding force.

Laila found her words again, although by this point they were half moans, dripping with pleasure. 'I was... G0d... I was right about you in college, you monster! I knew I should stay away from you."

Rakesh thrust forward, then stopped, holding there, deep inside, stretching Laila's married cunt to its limit. "That's right," he said savagely. "You really tried your best to avoid me. And you failed."

He withdrew his cock, slimy with Laila's eager arousal. Laila whined, "No! Not yet, you bastard! I was so fucking close!"

Rakesh flashed her a cocky grin, gesturing to the table with a nod. "Get up there. I want to take you up close and personal."

Laila rolled her eyes, but hurried to obey, jumping up onto the table, laying back, and spreading her legs, revealing a pussy leaking with desire and turned pink already from Rakesh's powerful thrusts. "Ok," she said impatiently, reaching down to rub herself, keeping herself on the edge of pleasure. "Fuck me."

Rakesh jumped up onto the table as well, and loomed over Laila, his wicked cock inches from her pussy. 'I don't know..." he teased with infuriating smugness, "convince me."

Kusha panted harshly behind the curtain, her eyes focused on Rakesh's thick, dripping cock. It looked like a weapon, with an obvious purpose to pierce, to inject, to invade. A symbol of masculine brutality and dominance. A tool he used to trample over feminine pride and purity. Kusha slipped the fabric to the side as her hand moved with wet noises between her thighs, her mind clouded over with lust. A huge part of her was still horrified by the sight, but right now, in her secret dim hiding place, she allowed herself to run wild, knowing that no one would ever know.

"Ugh..." growled Laila, her face a picture of horny frustration.

Do it, urged Kusha mentally. Shut him down. Show him what you really think of him.

But the next words out of Laila's mouth were meek and hesitant. "P-please," she said, her eyes looking away as her face blushed deeply. "Please fuck me, Rocky."

"You know what I need to hear if that's what you want,' said Rakesh in a taunting voice, rubbing his cock head all over her pussy. Her hips squirmed forward, desperate for more, but Rakesh wouldn't give Laila what she wanted. Not yet.

Laila's voice was a humiliated whimper as she said looking into his eyes, "Please... Daddy. Please fuck your little married slut's pussy."

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Kusha almost gasped. She could hear it... the moment that Laila broke. The tone of reluctant submission threading through her voice. Despite her defiance, despite her anger, despite her disdain for Rakesh, this is where she ended up. Spreading her thighs wide and begging for his cock in a sweet voice. Calling him "daddy", just like he predicted.

This was apparently the correct answer. Rakesh slid forward, deep into Laila's pussy, making her throw her head back with a deep, satisfied moan. His hips began pumping forward, swinging wide in and out, revealing a large cock ploughing her. He then leaned forward to capture his slut in a deep kiss, pinning her to the padded table with mouth and cock. Kusha pumped two fingers in and out of her throbbing pussy as she watched, soaking in the twisted, terrifying scene of a proud woman humbled. Despite Rakesh and Laila fucking in deep, intimate missionary, it still didn't look like love-making to Kusha. It looked like Rakesh was claiming Laila. Marking his territory. Reminding her who she belonged to.

As if responding to Kusha's thoughts, Rakesh pulled away from the kiss, his hips still pumping deeply and powerfully. "Who do you belong to, slut? Who owns this pussy?"

"You!! Aghhhh….." gasped Laila, her fingers clawing at Rakesh's thick, strong back. "To you, Daddy! I belong to you."

"Whose cock do you prefer? Who is better?" Demanded Rakesh in a rough voice, reaching down to play with Laila's jiggling breasts, holding himself up with one hand.

"Yours, Daddy," moaned Laila, her hips swirling upward into Rakesh's every stroke, her voice delirious with pleasure, all traces of hate and defiance gone. "You're bigger and ahhhh…. stronger than him!"

"Than who?" demanded Rakesh sharply.

"D-don't make me say it, Daddy,' whined Laila. "It's too mean!"

Rakesh's hips stopped for a moment. He silently stared down at Laila with a cruel grin as she writhed beneath him, desperate for his cock. Finally, with a groan of frustration, she squeezed her eyes shut and said, "Fine! You're bigger and more manly than my husband. You're better than... than... my Peanut-Pati Puneet."

Kusha could hear the humiliation in Laila's voice from being forced to say Rakesh's degrading, childish nickname for her husband, but could hear the pleasure there too. The pleasure of being forced to submit. Of being forced to betray her cuckolded husband once again.

Rakesh surged forward, rougher and harder than ever before. Laila's thick legs locked around his waist as her fingers scrabbled at his back, desperate to get him closer. Rakesh was a wild beast, Laila a bitch in heat, their sex was raw and explosive, as he was taking Laila in a way that Kusha had never been taken. Seeing Laila broken and transformed into submission and service was deeply frightening to Kusha... but also deeply erotic. She watched with bated breath, one hand rubbing her wet pussy while another snuck up to tweak and pinch a nipple that protruded the fabric. She needed to see the climax of this twisted exchange.

Rakesh thrust into Laila, deep and hard, both gasping and writhing together now as they hurtled toward orgasm. "When?" grunted Rakesh into Laila's ear, just loud enough Kusha to hear over the wet slapping of their bodies. "When are you going to let me breed you? You know what I want Laila."

"Nooo!" moaned Laila desperately, shaking her head back and forth even as her pussy eagerly accepted another man's cock. "You can't, Daddy! That would really, really be too much! We... Ohhhh Gooddddd! We would never be able to take that back! Puneet would never say yes!"

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Kusha felt a thrill of dark lust as she noticed that Laila never said she didn't want to... just that her husband would object.

"That's what you said about the tattoo!" growled Rakesh. "But like you said... a little chastity and dirty talk seems to work wonders on your cuck husband."

"I... I..." whimpered Laila, squirming and gasping. 'M... Maybe Daddy..."

"That's my girl," growled Rakesh. His hips slammed forward with new, fierce intensity now, and Kusha found her fingers moving with that rhythm without even intending it. 'Now cum for me! Cum for Daddy!"

Rakesh silenced Laila's howl of pleasure with his lips and she passionately gripped his head in both hands, pulling him close. Kusha clamped a hand over her mouth as her own orgasm washed over her, sudden and overwhelming, forcing the wave of dark heat inside her to crest and break, leaving her legs wobbly and her whole body warm and tingly.

She panted harshly in the dim side room for a moment as she watched Rakesh and Laila kiss for a moment, now still, their sweaty, naked bodies entwined in adulterous intimacy.

The taboo erotic thrill drained away with the last waves of Kusha's orgasm, and she was suddenly aware of where she was... and what she had been doing. Guilt filled her in an instant. She had done this to help her see Rakesh as a ridiculous fraud, and what had she done instead? Touched herself. She could barely believe her own lack of restraint... or the fact she had somehow found Rakesh having sex erotic.

Kusha realized that she was actually in a vulnerable position. She had stayed here watching for too long. Without further hesitation, she slipped into the hall, walking quickly away from whatever trainwreck she had inadvertently witnessed back in the massage room.

There was no doubt about it, this was not going to be helpful at all in her ongoing trouble dealing with Rakesh. She suspected that the image of him dominating Laila would flash into her mind now every time he flashed that stupid, smug grin.

But it didn't matter. She had heard anger and disgust in Laila's voice that mirrored her own. But she had also heard weakness and submission there. And she didn't have a single ounce of weakness or submission in her body.

Never ever for Rakesh Kumar at least.

[Steel]

Rakesh toweled himself off and frowned at the sticky puddle they had left on the massage table. It would probably be fine... they had to be prepared for a little cum in the massage rooms, right? He turned to Laila, who was also calmly wiping the sweat from her sexy little body.

"You seemed really... spicy today," commented Rakesh neutrally. "Good job. We really needed her to see that move from resistance to submission."

Laila smirked at him. "Oh, I meant every word, 'Daddy'," she said archly, the word was sarcastic again... for now. "I just don't normally say what I'm thinking about you anymore, because I know it won't do any good."

Rakesh laughed. 'Well maybe you should. You know how much I like a good chase."

Laila snorted and rolled her eyes, then looked thoughtful. "So... what's next for Kusha? You think she's ready to give in?"

Rakesh shook his head. "Not yet. We planted a seed today, but it still needs a little watering. And even if she starts getting turned on by me now, she will still need to learn how to submit. That won't happen in a day."

Laila shuddered. "I'm not sure if I pity her or envy her. Just thinking back to how it was when you first seduced me..."

Rakesh smiled at the memory. Good times. But he still thought Kusha would be even more satisfying.

"What about Sharath?" asked Laila suddenly.

Rakesh scoffed and gave her an incredulous sidelong glance. "What about Sharath?"

"What are your plans for him?" asked Laila, a frown crossing her face.

"My plan is to fuck his wife and enjoy the stupid look on his face as he realizes he never should have assumed he was better than me," said Rakesh firmly, using the towel to wipe off some of the cum from the table and hopping back up.

"You know what I mean," said Laila with a flicker of annoyance. "You're about to do something terrible to him. It would be better for him if he could... learn to enjoy what was about to happen. Like Puneet does."

Rakesh shrugged as he lay back on the bed. "Well that's really up to him, isn't it?"

"Come on," said Laila, walking up and running a hand up Rakesh's rustic body, "You used to be friends with him right? Turn Sharath into a willing cuck. For old times sake. Or just for me, if you prefer. He's a loser, but he was still one of my best friends. I don't want to see him totally crushed. Besides, it might make him self-sabotage and make your job easier."

Rakesh grimaced and sighed.

"Maybe. I'll think about it. Now where the fuck is that masseuse? I told them to come in after a half hour!"

...

[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.

...

[Steel]

A few days later..

Rakesh parked in front of Kusha's office and looked at himself in the rearview. No matter how well he did with women, no matter how much money he made, he still felt that sting of self-hatred when he looked at his ugly self. A feeling that a perfect couple like Sharath and his wife would never understand.

But he had left behind self-pity long ago. Ever since college, he had worn his repulsive looks like a badge of honor, proudly saying to the world, "Yeah, I look like shit, and can still get any woman I want. So what does that say about you?" He had taken his flaws and made them just another part of his mental strength.

Today would be an important step forward in his latest conquest. Kusha was the kind of woman who had never submitted to anyone. She belonged to the breed of attractive women who built their world around submissive admirers, carefully avoiding any truly dominant personalities, all the while convincing themselves that they were powerful and independent.

Rakesh was certain that Kusha was already constructing elaborate justifications for why spying on him having sex somehow didn't count as anything significant. Women as arrogant as her were very talented at self-deception. That was why he had decided she would build a cabinet to showcase the panties his lovers had left him. It was a task she would never undertake willingly. But the moment she agreed, she can’t deny the truth anymore. She had done it because he had ordered her to. Even Kusha, with all her self-importance, would have to acknowledge that she had yielded to his authority.

But it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. After watching Rakesh thoroughly dominate another woman, Kusha would be flustered and on the back foot. But she was stubborn, and probably more suspicious of Rakesh than ever. He knew he would have to bring his best game if he wanted to succeed.

But Rakesh wasn't intimidated as he hopped out of his luxury SUV and strolled into the office. He was exhilarated. This is what he lived for.. his revenge on all the perfect, pretty people who looked down on him. He would be the one looking down on Kusha soon enough, as she used that clever little tongue to serve his cock.

Kusha was going to design a fucking trophy case for him, one that would eventually showcase her own classy, modest panties as its most prized possession.

[Steel]

Kusha was a little frustrated with herself. She felt nervous and awkward about her meeting with Rakesh, but there was no reason for that. She had seen him naked, but the essential terms of their relationship hadn't changed in the slightest. He was still beneath her, and she was still going to prove that while taking his money.

But, no matter how much she repeated that to herself, she still felt a strange twist of anxiety in her belly when she saw Rakesh again for the first time since the spa. She could see him arrive at the reception desk through her office door, laughing and chatting with Payal (who seemed a little too flirty, come to think of it. Maybe Kusha should have a word with her). Just the sight of his face made memories jolt through her mind. Rakesh, kneeling behind Laila to aggressively eat her out from behind... Pinning the cheating wife's soft, bottom-heavy body to the massage table with his thick cock as her mangalsutra was thrown somewhere in the corner.

Just as those disturbing, arousing memories flooded her mind. Rakesh turned, seeing her through the door. His face split into his infuriating grin and he gave her a little wave, turning to walk toward her.

Desperately trying to stop herself from thinking about the size and shape of her least favorite client's cock, Kusha rose to greet him. The meeting had begun.

Rakesh held out his hand to shake, but it immediately reminded Kusha of how he had used that same hand to grip Laila's hair, using it like a handle as he fucked her mouth. She ignored the hand and gestured for him to sit, doing her best to clamp down on her imagination. This had been exactly what she was afraid of... Her purpose in peeping on Rakesh having sex in the first place was to gain a mental edge by seeing how pathetic he truly was. That had backfired. The fact that Rakesh had actually performed impressively was making it difficult to maintain the cool, dismissive attitude she had always tried to take with him.

Rakesh was slightly offended by her refusal to shake hands, but he didn't show it. He leaned back comfortably in the chair on the other side of Kusha's desk and rested his hands on his gut with a contented expression. "Good to see you, Kusha wusha! It feels like forever since we've last checked in with this project!" he said jovially. "Although I guess you did see me this weekend for other reasons, didn't you?"

Kusha blushed as a spike of adrenaline shot through her. Had Rakesh noticed that she was watching? She opened her mouth to make an excuse, then caught herself. He meant in the pedicure room. "Um... well. Yes. I suppose I did," she said haltingly, looking anywhere but Rakesh's ugly eyes, which were twinkling with some secret amusement. This meeting had barely begun, and it already felt like things were twisting out of her grasp. How did Rakesh have such a talent for flustering her? "Anyway," she said, a decisive tone creeping back into her voice. "Let's get to business." She forced herself to meet Rakesh's gaze. She would push through this awkwardness with sheer force of will if she had to.

[Steel]

"Agreed," said Rakesh with a smirk. "I want to discuss the panty presentation case that you'll be designing for me."

He said it with such straightforward confidence that Kusha was momentarily confused. "Excuse me?" she said, not even outraged, just genuinely thinking there must be a misunderstanding. "Mr. Kumar, we already discussed this. I said that..."

"Call me Rakesh," said the repellent man, cutting Kusha off sharply. His face was still relaxed and smiling, but his eyes slowly lingered down on her body that took Kusha aback.

"What?" she asked, off balance once again in an instant.

"I call you by your first name," said Rakesh smoothly, looking back at her face, his voice calm and unthreatening. "It seems like it would be polite to reciprocate."

Kusha bit the inside of her cheek to keep a sour look off her face. Refusing to use his first name had been a deliberate attempt to snub him. But now that he had brought it up directly, she couldn't continue without looking petty. "Fine," she said flatly, feeling a little outmaneuvered, even if it was for something insignificant, "Rakesh, I already told you that I would have no part in designing the ridiculous little showcase you have planned."

Rakesh held up a finger. "No, Kusha. We said we would table the discussion. Now I want to discuss it again. I'm afraid that I must insist. You will make me a trophy case to display those return favors from women I have slept with. I won't take 'no' for an answer."

Kusha just stared at him, stunned. Rakesh had heard a straightforward refusal, but he didn't seem shaken or deterred in the least. He had simply pushed through her refusal with his usual infuriating confidence, completely unbothered. It was one of the most stunningly arrogant reactions she had ever seen, and she worked with the rich and famous. His ugly face, with a scruffy beard, had an expression of certainty that made her want to slap him.... But she also couldn't help but wonder: was this the same sort of attitude that had gotten him into the pants of women out of his league? Women a thousand times more attractive than him? Smart, confident, independent women? Married women??

This pushy, arrogant attitude had to be effective to some extent if he was that successful, right? More images flashed through Kusha's head... Laila calling Rakesh "Daddy" in a whimpering voice, The sight of Rakesh's nickname tattooed just above a married woman's ass, Laila faltering on her refusal to let Rakesh breed her just before he came. Kusha fought hard to keep the filthy memories out of her head before the blush she felt forming became obvious.

"Well, I'm sorry, Rakesh. But whether you like the answer or not, no is no," she said, wincing internally at how defensive she sounded. Focus, idiot! Don't let him throw you!

[Steel]

"If money is the issue, I'd be happy to..." began Rakesh with a condescending smirk.

"It isn't a question of money!" The very idea was annoying to Kusha. Rakesh must think he could buy anyone he wanted. But it wouldn't work on her.

"I'd like you to explain your refusal then," said Rakesh sharply, still not thrown off in the slightest by Kusha's firm "no". "I've seen your work before. I've even spoken to a few people you've designed for in the past. They mention that you sometimes push back against certain design requests, but refusing to work on an element altogether when you're being given complete creative freedom over its appearance and how it fits into the room? That's quite unlike you."

So Rakesh had been talking to her other clients? Kusha leaned back in her chair, staring at him with her lips drawn into a thin line of disapproval. As much as she hated to admit it, he did have a point, in a twisted, backward way. It was unusual for her to refuse outright to design an element of a room. But these were special circumstances after all.

"It's simple," said Kusha challengingly, not backing down from Rakesh's confident gaze. "I don't design obscene furniture. It doesn't fit my brand."

"Yet you designed a room for me with the specific brief of fitting my personality, and I'm an obscene man. My sexuality is a big part of who I am. Why can't my room reflect that?' His words were cool, cutting, and targeted. For a moment, she saw a ruthless schemer hiding behind Rakesh's ordinarily loud personality. It was... oddly a little intimidating.

"Your request is misogynistic. I won't even entertain it," snapped Kusha. Shit. I sound flustered. Every time she tried to shut Rakesh down, images of his monstrous cock would flash before her eyes. But her job was easy here. She just needed to keep saying 'no' until he gave up. Nothing could be simpler... even if Laila’s moans seemed to be echoing in her ears.

Rakesh looked genuinely surprised. "What? Misogynistic? Kusha... I didn't steal these panties. They were gifts. Tokens of affection from women who willingly became mine. Symbols of their submission. Their willing submission. Ask any one of them, and they'll say they have no problem with me showing off their gift. I guarantee it."

Now Kusha knew that she was blushing. What Rakesh was saying had to be bullshit. He may have tricked women into sex. Or paid them. Or bullied them. But so many women just... giving in like that? The word... SUBMISSION. It sent a shudder of horror down Kusha's spine, and sent a flicker of heat through her core. That was what the trophy case represented.. Rakesh's inexplicable sexual success and the humiliating defeat of the women he had bedded. Why would any attractive, independent woman put themselves beneath a creep like Rakesh?

And not just one, enough to fill a trophy case. Rakesh's eyes bored into hers, unshaken by her refusal, infuriatingly confident that she would say yes in the end. Was this the secret? Force of will and patience and a big, throbbing cock? Was that all it took to bring a proud woman to her knees, literally and metaphorically? What would it feel like to give in? To let him have his way? Maybe those other women would tell her how pleasurable it was. But no... she couldn't. Apparently, even that was too much for her.

"Even so," she said, her mouth suddenly feeling dry, "The answer is 'no'."

"For no reason?" asked Rakesh, raising an eyebrow.

"For personal reasons."

This response, to Kusha's discomfort, made Rakesh chuckle darkly. "Well... there we have it at last. It has to do with your feelings about me personally. Well, that's no problem then."

He leaned forward, and suddenly his entire energy seemed to change, becoming forceful. Intrusive. Kusha had to stop herself from scooting back from him on her rolling chair. This wasn't the crass clown she was used to. This was suddenly the sharp-eyed, masculine beast she had spied on while he fucked Laila into submission.

"That means all I have to do is change your mind," the look in his eyes told Kusha that he didn't think that would be difficult. He looked like a wolf closing in on its prey. Kusha opened her mouth, but no words came out. She felt like a rabbit caught in a trap.

"And I will," said Rakesh in a low voice. "You're going to do as I say eventually, Kusha. So why make this harder than it has to be? Say 'yes'. I promise you, you'll be happy you did."

Kusha breathed heavily, caught in a torrent of emotion. Anger at Rakesh's presumption. Disgust with herself for not shutting him down right away. But most of all... a sense of twisted curiosity. What would it feel like to give in? To... submit. It wasn't something that Kusha had ever considered until recently. But seeing the effect Rakesh had on others made her wonder.

The idea was taboo... kinky even, in a strange way. For a woman who had always prided herself on her control and power, giving in to a man's desires just because he said so was forbidden in a way that made Kusha's heart beat faster. True, this was just one minor thing... it would barely count as submission at all. But even getting a taste of what it was like to bend to the will of a powerful man sent a twist of strange arousal through Kusha's belly that she couldn't quite squash.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe bending a little and letting someone else win for once would even be relaxing. She felt totally under Rakesh's power in that heated moment, his eyes locked with hers, the memory of his thick cock sinking into Laila flashing before Kusha's eyes. The way her pussy stretched to take his monstrous cock... the slutty moans that tore from the married mother's throat... the way she had held Rakesh, pulling him closer to kiss him deeply and intimately.

[Steel]

Kusha opened her mouth, to her own shock, she realized that she was about to say yes. It felt like she was under Rakesh's overwhelming power. Yes was the easiest option now. The one that would be the most satisfying.

Then Kusha saw the ghost of a smirk on Rakesh's lips, and she remembered the downside of doing what he asked. She would have to deal with his insufferable smugness. She would never allow this creep to celebrate his victory over her. She gathered up all of her willpower and changed her answer on the way to her lips.

"I’ll think about it," she croaked. Even that was a compromise that left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it was satisfying to see the sudden expression of shock on Rakesh's face as he realized that Kusha hadn't quite given in completely, like he wanted.

"Listen," said Rakesh with a frown, "I thought we agreed that..."

"I have another meeting coming up, Mr. Kumar," said Kusha flatly, carefully avoiding Rakesh's eyes so that he couldn't use his force of personality to change her mind. "I told you that I would think about it. And that's more than you deserve. Goodbye."

For a long, tense moment, Rakesh sat unmoving in the chair. Kusha didn't look up to see his expression, but finally, he stood. "Fine. I'm a patient man. But let's not drag this out longer than we have to. At our next meeting, you're going to tell me 'yes'."

He left, leaving Kusha alone in her office. She let out a long sigh and put her head in her hands. What the fuck was that? Why had it been so hard to say 'no' to him? And why had she gotten a little aroused just by the idea of giving in to him? She had managed to avoid agreeing to his ridiculous request, but only just barely. Somehow, his force of personality was a lot more effective than Kusha ever could have guessed. She needed to be more careful around him...

And more importantly, she needed to stop picturing him naked every time he spoke.

...