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Morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Aarav’s penthouse bedroom. You stirred, your body aching deliciously from the night before. Every bruise, every sore muscle was a memory—of his hands, his mouth, his dominance.

He was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, typing something on his phone.

When he noticed you watching, he smirked.

"Good morning, meri naughty employee," he said. "Fresh ho jao. We’re not done yet."

You stretched slowly. "I thought that was my punishment."

Aarav laughed, deep and dangerous.

"Punishment khatam nahi hoti, jab tak main khud na kahu."

He picked you up effortlessly and walked you into his marble bathroom. Steam was already rising from the walk-in shower.

He placed you down gently, then pushed you against the cool glass wall.

"Hands up," he ordered.

You obeyed, heart racing. He tied your wrists above your head with a soft towel.

Water rained down, warming your skin.

Aarav knelt down behind you, spreading your legs with his knee.

"Last night, you begged so sweetly. Let’s see what new sounds I can pull from you today."

He licked slowly up the inside of your thigh before pressing a kiss right where you needed him most. But he didn’t give in. He teased, circling with his tongue, then blowing softly.

Your body trembled.

He stood, fingers pinching your nipples while he kissed your neck, biting just enough to leave marks.

"Mirror mein dekha tha na, kaise bikhar gayi thi mere neeche? Ab mehsoos kar."

He entered you with one deep thrust. Your moan echoed off the shower walls.

He grabbed your throat from behind—not to hurt, just to claim. His other hand slid between your legs.

"Say it. Say you love being ruined by your boss."

"I... I love it," you gasped. "Please... don’t stop."

"Main kabhi nahi rukta," he growled.

He pulled out, turned you around, and lifted you against the wall.

Water cascading. Skin on skin. His lips crashing onto yours as he drove into you again.

And you lost count of how many times you came.

When he finally let you down, your knees gave in. He held you up, kissing your forehead gently.

"Aaj kaam pe late jaogi," he whispered. "Aur sabko pata chalega—kyunki tum chal bhi nahi paogi."

He carried you out, towel-dried your hair, and dressed you himself.

And just when you thought the storm had passed—

He handed you a small remote.

"Wear this toy to the office," he said. "Aur jab main chahun, tumhe mehsoos karwana hai kya hota hai boss ke under mein kaam karna."

You swallowed hard.

Oh. My. Boss.

And the day had just begun.

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The day started like any other, except for the lingering ache in your body and the gnawing anticipation in your mind.

Aarav’s last words echoed in your ears: ‘Wear this toy to the office. Tumhe mehsoos karwana hai kya hota hai boss ke under mein kaam karna.’ You hadn’t expected this kind of day to begin with. But here you were, heading to work with a small vibrating device tucked carefully in your panties, the remote in your purse, and Aarav’s eyes still burning in your memory.

You took your seat at your desk, your legs trembling slightly as you tried to focus on the pile of work in front of you. But it wasn’t the reports or the emails that consumed you. It was the toy, buzzing softly against your sensitive skin.

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to stay calm. Just a few more hours... you told yourself. Focus. Just focus.

But then you felt it. The subtle buzz intensifying. Aarav had activated the device remotely.

Your breath caught in your throat. You stood up quickly, trying to hide the way your body reacted. His voice echoed in your mind: ‘Main kabhi nahi rukta’.

You didn’t dare look up at him, even though you could feel his eyes on you from across the room. He was in his office, the glass door ajar, watching. Always watching.

The toy buzzed again. Stronger now. You squeezed your legs tightly together, trying to hold your composure.

Aarav’s phone buzzed, and you felt the buzz in your panties again. The remote.

This time, it wasn’t a simple vibration. It was a constant hum, setting your body on fire. You moaned softly, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth.

One of your coworkers, Meera, who sat a few desks away, turned her head, raising an eyebrow. You quickly averted your gaze. She couldn’t know. No one could know.

But Aarav didn’t let up. The vibrations kept coming, stronger now, as if he wanted to hear you beg.

"Did you finish the reports?" Aarav’s voice rang through the intercom, making your skin heat.

"Y-yes, Sir," you said, your voice shaking.

“Come to my office now.” His tone was low, filled with command.

You stood slowly, knees shaky, and walked to his office as if nothing was happening. But the buzzing inside you made it impossible to keep a straight face.

As you entered his office, Aarav’s eyes immediately found yours. He didn’t even need to speak. The look in his eyes was enough.

“Come here. Close the door.”

You did as you were told, locking the door behind you. The moment the click echoed through the room, Aarav was already on his feet.

“I see you can’t keep it together. Tumhare andar kitni zidd hai. I like it,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

His hand traced down your arm, the heat from his touch almost unbearable. "You thought you could play this game, didn’t you?" He moved behind you, his breath hot against the back of your neck.

Aarav slowly undid your blouse, pulling it off your shoulders. He didn’t touch your bare skin yet, just hovering. The anticipation was maddening.

He pushed you toward the desk, your hands pressing against the cold wood. “Stay here,” he ordered.

You obeyed without a word. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back toward him as his lips trailed down your spine.

“You’ve been a good girl today. But now…” He slid his fingers down, circling your entrance, making your body jerk involuntarily.

“I want to hear you beg. Loud enough for Meera to hear.”

You moaned, but this time, you didn’t hold back. "Please, Aarav. Please… make me come. Don’t stop.”

He pushed inside you without hesitation, his hands gripping your wrists as he fucked you roughly, making you feel every inch of him. The toy buzzed in your panties, intensifying the sensation. "Begging so beautifully for your boss. You like being ruined like this?"

You could barely breathe, overwhelmed by everything he was doing to you. The power, the control, the heat.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he growled, fucking you harder. “You belong to me.”

His thrusts became even deeper, punishing, as if he were trying to mark you as his. You were a mess beneath him, completely wrecked.

Aarav pulled you closer, whispering filthy things in your ear as he claimed you again and again.

And when he came, his grip tightening around your body, you collapsed, feeling your own release follow seconds later.

Afterward, Aarav helped you dress, his hand lingering on your back possessively.

“Next time, we’ll make it even more fun,” he murmured.

Your legs wobbled as you stood, but you smiled.

"I can't wait, sir."

And deep down, you knew this was only the beginning.

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