Inspired by a sudden idea, I rose and helped Neha—naked and immersed deep in her subspace—stand up. I instructed her to have Rohan wait in the living room. Neha, knowing what humiliation awaited him, was visibly excited. In the living room, Rohan stood in his denim pants and casual green checkered shirt, the same as last night, with an evident bulge betraying his arousal from seeing Neha clad only in panties.
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I settled on the sofa, arms spread wide, my gaze fixed on Rohan. “Neha, be a good girl and remove Rohan from your Instagram followers,” I commanded. She hesitated briefly before complying, replying, “Done, Sir.” The two exchanged looks. Turning my attention back, I ordered, “Eyes on me, Neha!” Her face lit up, her devotion clear. Then to Rohan: “Turn around and face the wall. Make out with Neha’s Instagram profile picture.” Rohan obeyed, lips pressed to his phone as Neha’s eyes never left him.
“Neha, come sit on my lap, good girl!” I beckoned. Rohan hesitated but quickly succumbed to kissing the screen, knowing this was all he’d get that day. Neha eagerly jumped up, our lips locking in loud, wet kisses, the sounds deliberately loud to torment Rohan. Grabbing her hair, I tilted her head and delivered a sharp slap. “Who’s a good bitch?” I queried. “I am, Sir,” she replied breathlessly. Another, harder slap followed. “Whose bitch are you? Who holds your leash?” Her voice was enthusiastic, “Yours, Sir! Only yours!”
Our carnal embrace continued for half an hour, my slaps painting her cheeks a natural red. “Turn around, Rohan,” I commanded firmly. After a final sharp slap, Neha moaned, “Fuck, yes…” Turning to Rohan, I smirked, “Would you look at that, Neha?” He had made a mess on his phone, and her cheeky grin spoke volumes—a reminder that he would never have what was hers to give. I stood and signaled, prompting Neha to drop to all fours obediently. I yanked her hair and guided her back to the bedroom, her breasts bouncing enticingly. Feeling cruel, I turned back and spat on her ass as Rohan watched helplessly—his girlfriend freely offering herself to me in ways he never could.
Sliding her panties aside, I fingered her wetness, making her taste herself. With the door closed and Rohan still watching, I dressed Neha in a skimpy red crop top sans bra and a short denim skirt that barely concealed her ass. Rejoining the others, I wrapped my arms around her, pressing kisses along her neck while holding her arms behind her back with one hand and teasing her breasts through her top with the other. The discreet choker around her throat, dangling playfully, was mine to control.
We piled into their car, Rohan taking the driver’s seat. As we passed the society gates, I tugged Neha’s leash close to my crotch. Panic flickered across Rohan’s face; he rolled up the windows. Reclining, I enjoyed a sloppy blowjob, Neha expertly trained to stay under until necessity forced fleeting breaths, leaving her gasping and my cock coated in her saliva. Rohan’s distraction was evident—he couldn’t fathom just how depraved and obedient Neha became under my influence.
We circled the city for an hour. I pulled Neha up, smeared the spit-streaked wetness onto her top, making it visible. Groping her breasts, I spat into her mouth, which she swallowed eagerly. “Thank you, Sir! It feels so… rightfully degrading!” she murmured. Stroking me, she pleaded softly for more, only to have me shove fingers down her throat mid-plea. Commanding Rohan, I said, “You’ve driven enough. Switch with us now.” Pulling over, we swapped seats.
I took the wheel, Neha beside me. The cold air hit her exposed nipples through the wet top, making her look every bit the willing temptress. We stopped at a drive-through; Neha placed the order, drawing the attendant’s lingering gaze to her provocatively displayed breasts. I rewarded the man’s stare with a casual grope, causing her nipples to harden visibly.
Back on the road, I sensed their full immersion in the dynamic. “Rohan, you want to jack off, don’t you?” I asked. “Y-yes,” he stammered. Driving to a secluded path, I had him remain in the driver’s seat as Neha kissed and drooled into a tissue, which I handed to him. He grabbed it desperately, his hands moving under his pants with urgent need.
At the same time, I opened Neha’s door, took her coffee cup, and had her deepthroat me aggressively. Grabbing her hair, I fucked her mouth relentlessly, turning it into a wet, obedient hole. When my hardness peaked, I pulled out and slapped her red cheeks, her quiet whimpers a mix of pain and want. Spitting across her face, I smeared the mess, fully marking her. Rohan was permitted only the filthy tissue—I never explicitly forbade the rest, but he understood his boundaries.
Drawing near release, I slapped her into submission again, thrusting deep into her mouth to erase all thought. “Don’t swallow it, you worthless cum-hungry bitch!” I growled as I came, Neha holding it obediently. Gathering her leash and coffee cup, I turned to Rohan. “Look here,” I ordered, spitting in the cup. Neha eagerly spat into it, sealed it, then sipped like a parched slave quenched. Rohan’s stunned expression overwhelmed with lust as he watched his girlfriend drink down my tainted mixture, her smile one of complete satisfaction.
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