A few days later...
Advika's pov
The beautician kept working like nothing was wrong, like I wasn't sitting there with my heart pounding and my thoughts screaming.
"I said no," I told her again, my voice shaking. "I don't want to get ready." She finally looked at me, fear flashing in her eyes.
"Ma'am… this is sir's order. If you don't listen, he'll do something worse."Worse.
My breath caught.
That single word dragged me back to things I didn't want to remember cold, dark memories that made my stomach twist. I knew then that refusing wasn't an option.
So I stopped arguing.I sat there quietly, numb, letting her move me, dress me, paint over the fear on my face. I didn't fight anymore. Fighting only made things harder.
She made me wear a light pink maxi gown . beautiful, delicate, completely wrong for how I felt inside. The makeup hid my weakness, masked my pain, turned me into someone presentable.
When she was done, she packed my bag and put some makeup on it like I am gonna use it!! she didn't explain anything. She didn't meet my eyes.She just left.The silence felt heavy.
I stared at myself in the mirror, my chest tight with confusion and dread.Why am I dressed like this?What does he want now?
The door flew open.He walked in like a king returning to his throne, no hesitation, no doubt. He dropped onto the bed with lazy dominance, black suit sharp, expression darker than sin.
Standing there, he didn't feel like a man.
He felt like punishment given form.
"Come here."
I stayed where I was, fear locking my legs in place.
"Why did you...." I tried.
"I said come here, Advika."That was it. No shouting. No warning. Just command.
My body obeyed before my mind could argue. I walked toward him, heart hammering, breath uneven. The moment I was close enough, he caught my arm and forced me to sit on his lap .
"As I told you before," he said, leaning back like he had all the time in the world, "you're my mistress . Don't forget your place."
My chest tightened.The word mine wrapped around my throat like invisible chains. I felt small, trapped not by his hands, but by his certainty.
"I never agreed to this," I whispered.
He looked at me then, eyes sharp, cruelly calm.
"Agreement is a luxury," he replied. "And you lost that the moment you walked into my world."
"We're going to a business party," he said coolly. "You'll behave there. This is your warning ,don't do anything foolish that makes me angry. Understood?"
I didn't trust my voice, so I simply nodded.
Without another word, he turned and walked out, expecting me to follow. I did.
The house unfolded before me as we moved through its long corridors, high ceilings, doors that seemed to lead endlessly into more rooms.
It wasn't just big. It was overwhelming. Like a fortress.
Outside, a black SUV waited, the engine already running. He opened the door and gestured for me to get in. I obeyed, my hands clasped tightly in my lap as the door shut behind us.
Moments later, the car pulled away, the massive gates closing behind us with a final, echoing sound.
He sat beside me in the back of the SUV, the thick curtain drawn tight between the driver's seat and ours, sealing us into our own private world.
The engine hummed steadily as we cruised along, but my heart pounded when he turned to me, his voice low and commanding. "So, as my mistress, you have to do whatever I say. Are you ready?"
I froze, shock rippling through me. "Ready for what?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He ignored me, his eyes darkening with intent. "Come here and open the fucking zipper of my pants."
Hesitation gripped me hard. "What, no ! I won't" I begged, glancing nervously at the curtain as if it might betray us.
In a flash, his hand shot out, fingers twisting into my hair with a firm, unyielding grip. He yanked me forward, forcing me down until I knelt awkwardly in the footwell at his feet, the carpet rough against my knees. He lounged back in the seat above me, legs spread wide, his bulge already straining against the fabric of his pants.
"This is your place," he growled, tightening his hold just enough to make me wince. "Now do as I say before I lose control and take what I want anyway."
Author's Pov
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Tears welled in her eyes as she stared up at him, his grip on her hair like iron, pulling her face inches from the throbbing bulge in his pants.
The confined space of the vehicle's footwell made her feel trapped, the hum of the engine vibrating through the floor and into her bones. She shook her head weakly, lips trembling. "Please, not here," she whispered, but her plea only made his jaw clench tighter.
His free hand moved to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness, the metallic click echoing in the dim interior.
"You think you have a choice?" he snarled, yanking the zipper down himself when she didn't move.
His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking precum at the tip, hard and demanding against the cool air. The scent of his arousal hit her, musky and overpowering, making her stomach twist in dread.
She tried to pull back, but his fist in her hair held her steady, forcing her mouth toward the swollen head. "Open up," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
When her lips remained pressed shut, he slapped her cheek lightly not enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting and make her gasp. Her mouth parted in surprise, and he thrust forward, shoving the head of his cock past her teeth and onto her tongue.
The salty tang flooded her senses as he pushed deeper, filling her mouth until the girth stretched her jaws wide. She gagged instinctively, saliva pooling and dripping down her chin, but he didn't relent. His hips bucked slightly, driving more of his length into her throat, making her choke and sputter.
"That's it, take it like the slut you are,mine slut " he growled, his fingers twisting harder in her hair to control the rhythm.
She braced her hands on his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as she fought the urge to retch. Her knees ached against the rough carpet, the position humiliating and exposed, the curtain mere inches away from revealing everything if it shifted. He forced her head down further, his cock sliding past her gag reflex until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, balls heavy against her chin. Tears streamed down her face now, mixing with the drool that slicked his shaft as he held her there, letting her struggle for air.
Finally, he pulled back just enough for her to breathe, ragged gasps escaping around his thickness before he rammed in again. He set a brutal pace, fucking her mouth with short, forceful strokes, the wet sounds of suction and gagging filling the vehicle. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock involuntarily, the veins pulsing against it as he groaned in pleasure. "Suck it harder," he ordered, and when she hesitated, he yanked her hair sharply, making her yelp around him.
Reluctantly, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking as he demanded, her lips sealing tight around his shaft. his free hand gripping the armrest as his hips jerked faster. Precum oozed steadily now, coating her throat with each thrust, the flavor bitter and inescapable. She wanted to pull away, to beg again, but his hold was unrelenting, turning her into a vessel for his release.
Minutes stretched into an eternity of forced intimacy, her jaw aching from the strain, throat raw from the invasions. His breathing grew ragged, muscles tensing under her hands. "Fuck, yes...swallow every drop," he warned, his cock swelling impossibly thicker in her mouth. With a guttural grunt, he buried himself deep one last time, hot spurts of cum erupting against the back of her throat.
She panicked at the flood, the thick, salty ropes overwhelming her senses. Instead of swallowing, she jerked her head back as much as his grip allowed, letting the cum spill from her lips in a messy dribble down but before it reach to her pretty gown he gave her napkin to clean.Coughing, she spat the rest onto the floor of the vehicle, gasping for clean air, her face flushed and streaked with tears and semen.
He released her hair abruptly, staring down at her with fury darkening his features. His cock, still semi-hard and glistening with her saliva, twitched as he tucked it away and zipped up. "Little wife," he hissed, grabbing her chin roughly to force her to meet his gaze. "I told you to swallow. Now you've earned yourself a real punishment."
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trembling as she knelt there, the evidence of her defiance staining her clothes. "I hate you," she whimpered, but he cut her off with a cold laugh.
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"Hate won't save you. Especially not from me, sweetheart . Now clean up yourself and do light makeup. I want my mistress to look pretty There." His eyes bored into hers, tears are continuously slipping from her eyes, as the vehicle continued its journey, the tension between them thicker than ever. She did as he said she cleaned her self and a little touched up . Now she understood why that beautician packed some makeup in her bag .