Wednesday Evening
Meera was making tea when she glanced over her shoulder at Raj, who was aimlessly scrolling his phone.
“I spoke to Robin today,” she said casually, stirring sugar into her cup.
Raj froze. “Oh?”
“He’s free this weekend,” she continued, her tone light but loaded. “Saturday and… maybe Sunday, if I’m not too sore.”
He looked up sharply. “So soon?”
She smirked. “Don’t bother guessing the time or place, honey. I’ll tell you what you need to know when I’m ready.”
She brought him his cup, then leaned on the counter, watching him take a sip. “You think I should wear that short dress Robin liked last time?”
Raj swallowed hard. “If you… want to.”
“Maybe braless,” she added, tapping her chin. “Or do you think he’ll want my mouth first… or my ass?”
Raj’s face gave her the reaction she wanted — a mix of shock, heat, and helpless arousal.
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Thursday Night
By the time he came into the bedroom, Raj found her thong-clad, bent over her lingerie drawer, sorting lace and silk. “Perfect timing,” she said. “Polish my black heels. They’ll need to shine for him.”
He obeyed, the cage tugging at him with every movement. Meera occasionally passed behind him, leaning over just enough that the edge of her robe gaped. She “inspected” his work by stepping into the heels, placing one foot up on the bed so he could see the curve of her thigh.
When she finally motioned him over for their “ritual practice,” he crawled to the foot of the bed, eager to please. She slid down onto her stomach, ass in the air.
But as soon as his lips touched her, he jerked back in surprise. “Meera… what—?”
She giggled, looking over her shoulder. “Oh, that? A little piece of cheese. Just to see if you’re paying attention.”
His eyes widened, and she laughed, pushing her hips back toward his mouth. “Lick it clean, baby. All of it.”
The taste was strange, the humiliation sharper than usual — and Meera loved every twitch she felt from him.
While his tongue circled her hole, she began speaking softly, almost dreamily. “You know, Robin’s going to be intense this time. My body… it needs him. That cock—” she moaned faintly “—thick, heavy, hot… I can already feel how deep he’ll go.”
Raj groaned into her skin, caged and straining.
“I want him to take me hard,” she whispered. “Not gentle. I want to hear myself gasp. I want to feel him inside me until I’m trembling. I want to know I’ve been properly fucked… in a way you can’t give me.”
She let that hang in the air while he kept worshiping, her hips swaying faintly in time with his tongue.
By the time she rolled over and pulled him up beside her, he was trembling from both desire and the realization that the next 48 hours were going to feel like a lifetime.
