The late afternoon sun dipped low as Monika and Abir stood in front of a modest yet elegant house, its white walls adorned with ivy and a small garden blooming with marigolds. Abir's curiosity piqued as he glanced at the structure, turning to Monika with a raised brow. "Whose house is this?" he asked, his voice tinged with intrigue.
Monika's lips curled into a sly smile. "Mine," she said, watching his reaction with amusement. Abir's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with the implications. She laughed softly, stepping closer to him, her breath warm against his left ear as she whispered in a seductive tone, "Don't worry—nobody's home right now." The words alone sent a jolt through Abir, his manhood hardening instantly, a rush of desire flooding his senses.
They entered the house, stepping into a cozy interior with polished wooden floors and walls painted a soft cream, adorned with family photos and a few potted plants. The living room featured a plush sofa, a low coffee table scattered with magazines, and a faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air. Monika led him down a short hallway, pushing open a door to reveal her room—a space that mirrored her commanding personality. The room was a blend of order and allure, with a large bed covered in deep purple sheets, a wooden desk cluttered with textbooks and a laptop, and shelves lined with trophies and framed certificates. Pink curtains framed the window, letting in a soft glow, while a vanity mirror reflected the dim light, adding a touch of intimacy.
Monika sat on the bed, patting the space beside her. "Sit," she instructed, and Abir complied, his heart pounding. With a deliberate motion, she reached under her sweat-soaked t-shirt, unhooked her bra, and slid it out without removing the top, letting out a satisfied sigh. Her nipples, now freed, pressed against the thin fabric, forming sharp, enticing points that Abir couldn't tear his gaze from. Monika's evil smile widened, reveling in his fixation as they exchanged a few words, the conversation a low hum of tension and promise.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through the air. Monika rose gracefully, her hips swaying as she walked toward the sound, leaving Abir with a growing suspicion that she was plotting something. Moments later, she returned, a new figure in tow—a girl with long, wavy hair and a shy smile. Abir's shock returned as Monika introduced her. "Isha, this is Abir. I told you he protected me in the storehouse. Abir, this is Isha, my best friend."
Isha extended her hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and Abir shook it nervously, his mind still reeling. Monika clapped her hands together. "Let's play Ludo, the three of us," she declared. Isha's face lit up. "Yes!" she exclaimed, and Monika added with a grin, "Isha loves to play Ludo very much."
They gathered around a small table, setting up the board, and Abir found himself enjoying the game—a rare break from his usual mobile Ludo sessions. Isha won the first round, and Abir congratulated her with a smile, the lighthearted moment a stark contrast to his earlier tension. As they started another round, Monika suddenly stood. "Sorry, guys, I have to go to the washroom," she said.
"Okay, come back soon," Isha replied, her focus on the board.
Monika turned to Abir, her tone firm. "Abir, come with me."
Isha's brow furrowed in surprise. "Why would you need him when you're going to the washroom?"
Monika's response was smooth, a lie wrapped in charm. "He needs to use the washroom too, but he can't say it because of shyness. Isn't that right, Abir?"
Abir knew resistance was futile under Monika's gaze. "Yes," he muttered, his voice tight.
"Let's go," Monika said, leading him out of the room.
In the washroom—a small, tiled space with a mirror and a single bulb casting a soft light—she turned to him, her eyes blazing with intent. "Abir, fuck me. Do your worst. And make sure I scream." The command sent a surge of arousal through him, his manhood throbbing with need. "But Isha?" he hesitated, glancing at the unlocked door.
Monika's evil smile returned, dark and knowing. "Don't worry. She can't hold back her curiosity. She'll soon come here to see what we're doing. That's why I didn't lock the door. Now fuck me, Abir. Fuck me like I'm your plaything."
Abir's desire peaked, a primal edge sharpening his intent. He grabbed her throat, choking her lightly, his voice a low growl. "You're going to regret that."