Chapter 7 - Reversal
Someone else inhabited Kriti the next morning, the self who used to be proficient at her job, the most independent version of herself. She finished putting up her hair, took her keycard, and slipped out down the hall to the executive lounge. She wanted to eat breakfast with the other business travelers to
normalize
her mind before the meeting she was to attend.
She had showered in the small hours after the Thakur had awakened her, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and worked off the last of his blue pill with vigor approaching violence. He had gone immediately back to sleep, of course.
As she dressed, Kriti had no idea how this suit had slipped past the Thakur. Perhaps it had been its color, a vermilion that he could rarely resist. Maybe he had only seen the sleeveless dress, not realizing that it paired with a cunningly tailored jacket. In any event, it made her feel competent and strong, a boost that she'd need to go into this room with strangers on whom success of the family business expansion depended, strangers who didn't know that she had been reduced to a sex toy. She had to suspend her anxiety that the Thakur's exhibitionism and overblown sense of his own power might prompt him to reveal this.
She was careful not to linger after eating and went back to the suite. The Thakur was dressed and drinking tea in the living room. When he looked up, he appeared prepared to scold her but immediately, his expression changed to pleasure.
"Well, you should make an impression," he said, with some satisfaction. He set down the teacup.
"I went down the hall to get breakfast, I didn't want to disturb you too early."
He chuckled, "I was
quite
spent. But that has never stopped me from attending to business." He consulted his watch. "We should go."
Thankfully, he was all business as they went to the downstairs conference room. He introduced her to the attorneys (five men and one woman) as Kriti Rana, his daughter-in-law. Lowell and Sunil then joined on the large screen mounted at the end of the room.
The lead lawyer immediately acknowledged Kriti as one of the certification team members. Surprisingly, the Thakur interjected to say that she had authored the application at the request of Lowell's team. Apparently, he had reason to appear progressive in this meeting. Everyone turned to look at Lowell at that point, but he deferred back to Kriti to facilitate the meeting.
Kriti took them through the application, the current review status, and her areas of concern. While all of this could have taken place virtually, she recognized that the lawyers were paying attention to how she held up under questioning. The final certification review would take place in person at the factory. She soon hit her accustomed stride, enjoying the discussion because she was well-prepared. She took notes on any areas for additional study.
After an hour, they wrapped up this topic and the Thakur politely excused her and Lowell. She glanced at Sunil on her way out and smiled as warmly as she could given the setting. Once in the hallway, she breathed a sigh of relief, realizing only then how anxious she had been. On a whim, she went to the third-floor café's garden seating and ordered an iced coffee. The air felt quite warm and humid but once she had hung her jacket on the back of the chair, she felt comfortable. There were a couple of other guests seated outside, most seemed to prefer the air conditioning. She stayed only thirty minutes or so and returned to the suite. She was hanging her jacket when she heard the main door. The Thakur soon appeared in the second bedroom doorway.
"The attorneys are pleased," he said. "So am I. Is it possible that I'm the only man to become aroused hearing a woman speak in depth about Product Class 2 standards? Or were there multiple hard cocks in the room?"
He had reduced all her hard work to an aphrodisiac. Kriti mentally brushed it off. She knew that even in a room of mostly men, only the Thakur and perhaps his son would have been thinking that way. What she brought to the table meant
money
to the others, not sex.
But the Thakur's buoyant mood gave her an idea. He liked subservience but perhaps he simply needed to encounter something different that satisfied him better. Not too different, but just enough to seem exotic compared to his typical fare. She tilted her head at him and said, "You only feel that way because of what we've shared lately. They haven't experienced it." She approached him and caught his hand on the way past, leading him to the office.
The imposing table that served as a desk had one large, upholstered chair without arms or wheels. She pulled it out to the side of the table. "Please sit, Thakur," she asked, demurely. She didn't elaborate. He looked at her skeptically. She counted on his ego to play along. When he sat, she knelt. She placed one of his hands on each of his thighs. Deliberately slowly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped, then unbuttoned his white shirt at the bottom so that it could be more easily folded aside. By then, his cock had poked eagerly out. She took it in hand.
"Oh, I approve," he sighed.
She began licking, flicking her tongue over him, punctuating with an occasional suck, teasing more than satisfying. He groaned and lifted his hips. But when he did that, she backed away and only returned when he remained still, rewarding him for not choking her by taking him deeper into her throat on her own. He groaned more loudly, to which she responded with harder hand strokes. "You've such a talent for cock sucking," he husked, struggling to be still. His hands left his thighs to reach behind her and unzip her dress to her midback. He stroked her shoulders as he bared them, then up the nape of her neck. It made her shiver. "You like that," he said, and repeated the movements.
Her ministrations to him were designed to make up for her own lack of readiness, but suddenly, she was warming and wetting in response to this unusually gentle touch. So much the better. Fluidly, she stood and gathered the slim, past-knee skirt high enough that she could straddle him in the armless chair. With one hand, she gripped the back of the chair and with the other, guided him into position. His hands settled firmly on her hips but despite his pressure, she determined the rate at which she slid down over him. Kriti took a calculated risk. "Ohhh," she moaned as though this were the best feeling.
"Ahhh," he murmured in response. When she had settled into his lap, he kissed the join of her neck and shoulder, grazed her skin with his teeth. "You're so wet for me."
"Yes," she agreed.
"Tell me louder what you are."
"I'm so wet for you." Hearing herself, inwardly, she cringed.
At that, he clutched her to him, knocking her off her feet. "I want to fuck you so hard."
"Your cock feels so good inside me, I need more, let me move," she said, willing to lie a little to stoke his ardor. The Thakur made an inarticulate noise that she took for agreement and softened his grip. Kriti got her feet back under her so she could move against him. Talking during sex didn't come naturally to her, but she could tell it was making him crazy by how he swelled inside her. "I didn't know this could feel this good," she added.
