Chapter 6 - Realities
With both Choti and Raj gone, Kriti was left with Sunil as her only potential ally. She still felt that she needed to be careful what she confided in him. True to his word, he was staying home each night, sharing their bed. He hadn't initiated sex since the night his father had angered him so. Kriti waited, not sure how to approach him.
The Thakur also had left her alone for an unusual stretch of days. He seemed preoccupied with the business although Sunil wasn't sure why, which troubled him.
Kriti felt conflicted more than ever about her own sexual appetites. On the one hand, her body and mind had been coerced into regular release, so the sudden absence of any demands felt both a great relief and strange.
One weekend afternoon, Kriti was reading on a chaise by the pool. Sunil came out of the house and sat down as she scooched over to make room for him. They chatted about her book, something he had already read and apparently enjoyed.
Then, Sunil changed the subject. "I didn't tell you this before, but I was on our terrace when Father decided to take you in the pool last week."
"I'm sorry," Kriti said, laying a hand on his arm.
"I'm the one who should apologize," he replied. "As awful as it must have been for you, I don't know why I still got aroused. Why watching my father take gets me so hard."
Kriti sighed. "He has trained you to be like that."
"It makes my feelings for you seem like... not my own."
Kriti thought for a long moment about the few servants about the house today. Anasuya had begun her work at noon, but there were two others on duty, both were hopefully in the kitchens. She hadn't become accustomed to behaving as the Thakur and Sunil did, not caring who might see their private moments. But her husband was struggling, and she was inclined to help. She stood and urged Sunil into where she had been sitting. "Humor me," she said. Leaning over, she kissed him as she liked to be kissed.
He made a surprised noise and then responded, following, mimicking her this time.
She rewarded him with a deeper kiss, her tongue swirling rather than poking into his mouth. He responded in kind. They kept on like that for a time until Sunil quietly groaned. Kriti pulled her mouth away and clasped his hardened cock through his light trousers. "I married you for a reason, remember. I want to be with you," she murmured, "unlike the Thakur—that's what I must do. Something I don't want to do." Continuing to stroke him softly, she urged one of his hands between her legs, underneath her robe and swimsuit.
"Oh," he whispered as his fingers sank into her slippery flesh. "My body has always wanted you."
She moved against his hand as she unzipped him and worked her hand into his trousers to touch his bare skin. Returning to his mouth, she took the lead, managing their pace. It surprised her how quickly the pleasure rose. She moaned into his mouth as she climaxed, feeling him pulse in her hand.
They had just caught their breath when the Thakur spoke behind Kriti. "That was proper foreplay. Stand up, Bahu."
Kriti looked into Sunil's eyes. "That was just us," she whispered to him. "Don't forget."
His expression was pained but he squeezed her hand.
As directed, Kriti stood. The Thakur pushed her robe off her shoulders and then stripped down her suit, dropping it to the deck. She felt his hardness nudging and tipped forward enough to help him enter. "Thank you for warming her up for me," he said with a chuckle to Sunil. Once deep inside, he pulled her back against him and turned her face so that he could plunge his tongue into her mouth. As usual, he was not quiet, he often seemed to like to hear his own noises. He thrust with his cock and tongue and then started to play with her breasts.
Kriti felt as though she were sort of inanimate object, a warm toy that he used to pleasure himself. Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to shudder and spend.
The Thakur didn't say anything to either of them, just withdrew, zipped, and left. Kriti dove into the pool naked and swam until she felt herself again. When she emerged, Sunil held her robe for her. She felt a warm glow because he had waited.
***
Once the OEKO-TEX certification application had been safely filed, Kriti found herself temporarily stranded at home. Lowell's team had moved to another site while they awaited the review results. Kriti continued to oversee the implementation of employee health and safety measures pledged in the application, but for the moment, she had to do so from home, per the Thakur's instructions.
Kriti took the opportunity to study up on porn - with a purpose. She rewatched the elven princess film, reminding herself of the necessary attitude. She tried to find the sheer animal sex of it arousing, to help with her own responses to the Thakur's demands. She realized that without much choice in the matter of coupling, the elf finally began using the orc to get herself off, which gave him the results he was looking for, none the wiser.
She also carefully snooped onto the Thakur's network and painstakingly checked IP addresses to find where he was going for amusement. There were no big surprises although her nose wrinkled at the inartful setups. He liked women in subservient situations. He liked to see one man with multiple women at once, sometimes making the women touch one another even though they weren't inclined. Also not surprisingly, he liked scenarios in which a man was being watched while he took a woman. Sometimes the watcher was secretive and only revealed to the man at the end, sometimes the watcher was present. One frequently-visited clip depicted a boss ordering his employee to watch while he fucked that man's wife on his desk. At first, the woman protested but by the end of the session, she was telling the boss how amazing he was, how big his cock was, and so on. The employee was humiliated. A newer clip showed a man seducing his son's date when the three of them were out to dinner, fucking her in the coat room and being caught by the son.
Kriti concluded that beyond the superficial sadism, there was a deep fear of inadequacy connected all of these scenarios, the protagonists proving to themselves and an audience that they were better than other men. And power itself was the aphrodisiac, the ability to compel people to do what they otherwise would not. Another commonality was that although the women all resisted and protested at the beginning, they became big-eyed with eagerness as matters progressed, and voiced their appreciation. So, her resistance clearly whetted his appetite, but he would likely be more pleased when she couldn't resist his prowess any longer. That was going to be more difficult to feign. She would have to find a way to more easily feel genuine pleasure.
Kriti didn't snoop on Sunil's habits. She didn't want to know, there were only so many upsets a person could absorb at once.
***
Faaz was still assigned to her, so Kriti ran small errands just to get out of the house. She volunteered to pick up things that weren't regularly delivered to the house and to take culled food and clothing to the village.
One night, she talked Sunil into going to the movies, and she purposefully asked him to do so in front of his father. The Thakur looked at them both sternly. She invited him as well, assuring him that it was just an opportunity to see the new film that everyone was talking about and that nothing would happen between her and Sunil. He declined to attend but she knew that Faaz would report back to him. She made sure that nothing more than handholding occurred within his sight or hearing.
After returning home, however, there were no prohibitions. It was late, the film had been long, but Kriti wrapped her arms around Sunil's neck in the foyer and kissed him, then guided his face to the crook of her neck. He nuzzled and nipped, making her sigh and then laugh. He stroked her waist and hips, pulling her tight to him and revealing the extent of his own desire.
As quietly as they could, they made their way to rooms. It was always possible that they'd be watched but Kriti put that as far out of her mind as she could. Pushing Sunil back on their opulent bed, she climbed over him, naked, and appreciated how smoothly and tightly he slid inside. As she rocked against him, tipped forward on her elbows, he could suck her breasts, which caused him to make small, desperate noises. She moved faster, focused only on how good it felt for her. The orgasm took her over and she thrashed, biting back her own sounds.
After calming, she rolled over and thrust her rear up in the air, inviting Sunil to do as he pleased. He scrambled up and sank into her cunt, moving frantically. He stopped several times, trying to make it last, but his control finally faltered, and he moaned long and low before collapsing over her.
