The dim, dusty air of the old storehouse hung heavy with the aftermath of their intense encounter, the scattered crates and crumpled bedsheet bearing witness to the chaos. Monika loomed over Abir, her curvy, athletic body pressing him into the floor, her sweat-slicked skin glistening in the faint light. Her short, tomboyish hair framed her face, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, her big breasts heaving with each breath, still partially exposed from her torn t-shirt and discarded bra. She had grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head with surprising strength, her evil smile widening as she purred, "Not so fast, mister." The glint in her eyes sent a shiver down Abir's spine—he suspected she was up to something, her dominance a stark contrast to the vulnerability she'd shown moments ago.
Monika's voice dropped to a low, commanding tone, her breath warm against his face as she began to unravel her intentions. "This afternoon, I was about to come to this storehouse to search for something I'd misplaced—a ledger for the college council. But then I saw from far that two person slipping inside and closing the door behind them. Curiosity got the better of me, so I lingered outside, waiting, listening. At first, there was silence, but then… I heard multiple women moaning—loud, unrestrained, echoing through the walls. My curiosity grew, a strange heat building inside me as I imagined what was happening. I wondered who they were, what they were doing, and deep down, I felt a pang of envy, a secret desire to experience the pleasure those girls were lost in."
She paused, her smile turning sly as she continued, her grip tightening on his wrists. "After the moaning stopped, I knocked on the door. Only six girls came out—Nisha, Sneha, Kavya, Riya, Ananya, and Joita. I was a bit disappointed, expecting more, maybe even hoping to catch the source of that ecstasy. I let them go with a warning, but I entered the storehouse anyway, determined to find my ledger. That's when I met you, Abir. At first, I thought I'd report you for having sex on college grounds—expulsion would've been swift, and my reputation as the strict enforcer would've been untouchable. But then a different thought crossed my mind. Why not make you my plaything? Why not turn this into something I could control? I held my tongue, deciding to bide my time. The accident—your fall onto me—wasn't part of my plan, but it worked out perfectly. Now, you're mine to command."
Her eyes narrowed, her evil smile deepening as she leaned closer, her big breasts brushing against his chest. "Here's the deal, Abir. You have to obey me. You'll fuck me hard anytime I want, whenever and wherever I demand it—here, in my dorm, in the lecture hall after hours, anywhere I choose. If you refuse, I'll report everything to the principal about what you did with me today. I'll twist the story, make it sound like you forced me, and everyone will believe me. My word carries weight here. You'll be expelled, your reputation ruined, and those girls will be dragged down with you. So, what do you say?"
Abir sighed, the weight of her threat sinking in, his mind racing. The air between them crackled with tension, her dominance a new chain binding him to her will. Her curvy body, still warm from their earlier encounter, pressed against him, her thighs still slick with sweat, her big breasts a constant temptation as they hovered over him. The scent of her exertion lingered, a mix of musk and power that made his pulse quicken despite the situation. In a sudden surge of defiance, he reached up, grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing it firmly as he met her gaze. "Can I say no?" he asked, his voice a mix of challenge and desperation.
Monika's evil smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she shifted her hips, guiding his still-aroused manhood—still free from his unzipped pants—inside her, the sudden warmth and tightness drawing a gasp from him. She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "You know you can't," her voice a sultry promise laced with menace.