The Lord of the House

Chapter 8 - Undoing

When the plane door opened, Kriti waited for the Thakur to exit first. From the top of the stairs, she could see one of the family cars parked on the tarmac with the driver standing ready. Sunil had leaned casually against the grille, hands in his pockets. She could tell that he was making an effort to appear calm, unconcerned. He pushed off as his father stepped down, and they walked toward one another.

It had been a relief that on the way home, the Thakur had not tried to repeat his cruising altitude athletics from the trip to the city. He had also left her alone in the morning, which made her more able to collect herself and prepare for the substance of the meeting in which she participated. Everything had gone smoothly for her part, and for his, the last closing on financing was done.

For some reason, seeing Sunil brought tears to her eyes. She fought them back; appearances mattered too much. Perhaps she was taken by the contrast—the surreality of her actual existence and what she had grown up believing would be her life in these times with a husband and later, family of their own.

The wind blowing past her ears obscured their actual greeting. Sunil's face looked carefully composed. She could only imagine what the Thakur would have stored up to say to him. She thought she saw a flash of anger before Sunil forced a shrug. Kriti reached the bottom of the stairs and smiled at her husband. He brushed past his father and came to wrap her in his arms. That nearly undid her, but she kept it together by reminding herself that she was meant to have fallen in love at least a little with the Thakur on this trip. She turned her face to accept his kiss on her cheek instead of her lips, whispered, "Careful, he thinks he's won me over with greater prowess."

Sunil squeezed her tightly and then let her go. He looked into her eyes. "Just a little longer, Love." He walked her to the car and handed her in before going to sit in the front with the driver.

"Sit closer, Bahu," said the Thakur, a darkness in his voice.

With a sense of dread, Kriti met Sunil's eyes in the rearview mirror before sliding over to the middle.

Her father-in-law put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. "We had a most successful trip," he announced. "Bahu performed beautifully

in all regards

...."

The arm left her shoulders and he reached to caress her thighs just underneath the black Giorgio Armani suit dress she had selected for the meeting. She knew she'd never become accustomed to his behavior in front of servants.

"I'm afraid that I left her quite sore by midnight last night." Even saying so, he pushed the heavy jersey up and pressed his fingers against her. "It's too bad, for I do enjoy her in the car."

Without looking directly, she could tell that his cock was pushing out the fabric of his trousers in its eagerness. She reached down and squeezed it. "My hand isn't sore," she said, softly, not wanting the driver to hear her.

"Ahh, nor your mouth, I imagine." His fingers rubbed teasingly and then pulled away. "But you've earned a little rest. Let's not spend our day so early."

Relieved, giving him a little smile, Kriti put her hands back in her lap and watched the scenery as they returned home.

***

Her relief was short-lived.

While all the purchases were being brought in from the car and put away in the closets, Kriti grabbed her swimsuit and went to the tiny changing cabana by the pool. Before she could pull back the half-door, she heard the Thakur's voice. "Naked, my dear," he instructed.

She tried not to hang her head. He was absolutely going to ruin the pool for her if this continued. She laid her swimsuit over the door and pulled the dress over her head.

"I do not understand this reticence," he scolded. "You've a beautiful body at this time in your life. It should be seen as constantly as possible."

"I wasn't raised that way," she sighed. "It is a lot to overcome." She braced herself to turn and walk to the poolside without trying to cover up, knowing so many servants were about the house. She dove in and swam several hard laps before standing in the shallow end. It surprised her to see Sunil sitting on the side of the pool wearing swim shorts. The Thakur had pulled up one of the lounge chairs close to the stairs. In the waist-high water, she walked over to Sunil.

"Hello, gorgeous wife," he murmured.

"Hello, handsome husband," she replied, keeping her voice low as well.

"Sunil has been doing without," the Thakur said. "He has been patient. A reunion is in order."

Dear heaven

, she thought. It was to be another performance for the Thakur's benefit.

Sunil's expression, his back to his father, was somewhat pained. He slipped into the water and enfolded her in his arms. He kissed her slowly at first, giving them both time.

"Move further away, I can't see." The Thakur's voice intruded again.

They obliged and then tried to focus on just each other. "I had to take something," Sunil whispered while kissing her neck. "Not because of you."

She pressed into his kisses. "I understand. I wish I could too. Not because of you."

He started to caress a breast and rub her nipple. A pleasurable jolt zinged through her. At least her breasts weren't sore. "You're a skilled lover, Sunil," she said quietly into his ear. "Don't let him make you doubt it." She stroked his cock as it strained the thin fabric. She had always appreciated his shape, how he fit inside her. Thinking about that now revived her a little past the soreness. "But you have to appear desperate and at least a little angry."

He groaned aloud, both acknowledging and playing his part. He grabbed her wrists and turned her to face the edge of the pool, placing her hands there. Pulling down the shorts in front, he freed himself and rubbed over her ass. "Was the city all you hoped?" he said, loudly enough for the Thakur to hear. Still holding himself, he rubbed the head between her cheeks, pressing aside her pussy lips and nudging at her entrance. "Being Father's dress-up doll, his fuck-toy?" With a long, slow thrust, he seated himself. Fortunately, he had aroused her enough to ease the way. "I thought about it while I stroked off."

That image bolted through her. She would have to remember to ask him to do that for her in private. She bit her lip. It wouldn't do to appear to respond to him too enthusiastically. But she backed into him, finding herself not as tender as she thought she'd be.

He moved his hands to her breasts, showing them off but also stimulating her. It would play to the Thakur's ego if she didn't have an orgasm. But this was their only time together in almost ten days, and she'd be damned if her relationship with Sunil would be reduced to what the Thakur intended. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations that someone who had taken time to learn her body could evoke. She squeezed him, which also heightened the pleasure for her. To the rhythm of his thrusts, she thought about his strong hand on his cock, stroking, stopping, repeating, edging. She took one hand off the poolside and rubbed herself.

Sunil sped up, understanding her timing, making more out-of-control noises as though it was all he could do to hang on.

Kriti's orgasm began and she kept it silent, bearing down on her husband's pounding cock.

That ended his control and he raged into her while yelling, "Yes, bitch, take all of me!"

When he had caught his breath, he released her with a little shove, pulled up his shorts, and strode up the stairs out of the water.

The Thakur, his own spent cock in the open, still throbbing, said, "You should thank me for her training thus far."

Sunil stood there for a long moment. "Thank you, Father." Then, he padded into the house.

Kriti had to admire the fact that she could hear none of his rage.

***

The rest of the day passed quietly. Both Sunil and the Thakur were busy implementing items from the Mumbai meetings. Kriti gave herself the afternoon off. She fully expected the Thakur to demand her presence in the evening and was trying to prepare herself.

He was even away for dinner, evidently choosing to celebrate with friends at his club, so she and Sunil had a lovely meal together. They waited reading beside the open veranda doors, still expecting him. But at 10 o'clock. they decided that it was safe to retire.

Family breakfast the next morning seemed a sunny affair. Kriti had dressed for work at the factory, Sunil and his father were heading to meetings at a major local supplier to negotiate for higher quality raw materials.

Kriti caught Sunil's eye and he almost imperceptibly nodded. He dabbed at his mouth and rose from the table. "Father, I'll join you in the car shortly, I need to collect some papers." He kissed Kriti atop her head and left.

For a few minutes, Kriti allowed the lack of conversation to provide contrast. Finally, she set her own cutlery aside and bowed her head. "Thakur, you said that you wish things to continue between us as they were in Mumbai. Does that remain your wish?"

"Look at me, Bahu."

Demurely, she raised her eyes.

"My lovely, what could possibly make you think I would suddenly not wish it?

She made a show of struggling with herself. "You have not called for me. Here at home, with Sunil, I didn't know if you would feel the same."

He scoffed lightly and steepled his fingers. "You let me worry about Sunil," he replied, with some satisfaction. "My son had ample chance to establish himself as a

proper

husband to you. I believe that remediation is in order."

"I am well able to serve both of you, as intended."

After all, there are only two of you now

, she thought. She smiled softly in the way to which he responded best. "I've been in training."

The Thakur chuckled. "We shall see. I find my needs have increased of late in the presence of such voluptuous attention." He rose and walked behind her chair, sliding his hands down into her blouse and fondling her breasts at length, the nipples rising to his touch. "Your tits are bold. They always betray your state."

She clutched her thighs together as they flooded.

"I'm nearly insatiable these days myself. But I must work." He kissed the side of her face and departed.

She sat and contemplated how dangerous this game really was. When she felt composed, she went to find Faaz to head to work for the day.

Kriti compartmentalized and managed a productive day. She had been slowly but surely meeting as many of the factory staff as possible. Some were quite traditional and initially put off by a woman in their workplace, but she had the advantage of being considered a Rana. She made sure to mention Sunil often, to convey her admiration of him, and to say that she was working hard to reflect well upon him. To her pleased surprise, many of the other workers were welcoming and friendly from the start.

Kriti meditated on the drive home, anticipating a challenging evening. Faaz kept the usual music low so as not to disturb her.

She showered and changed clothes, donning a sheer, beautifully-edged sari that had an almost-ceremonial quality. As she approached the dinner table, the Thakur came to her from where he had been standing by the long bar. He took both her hands in his and kissed the knuckles before escorting her to her chair. Sunil came along in time to witness this.

Dinner was pleasant enough. The Thakur had musicians in to play for them as they ate, which saved them having to make much conversation.

After dinner, both men retired to their home offices. Kriti went to Sunil's first to confirm with him what she was about to do. In front of the Thakur's office, she hesitated, her hand hovering before knocking. There was no way to become any more ready. She knocked firmly.

"Enter," he boomed. He looked surprised to see her.

She approached the desk. "I apologize for interrupting your work," she began. "But I had been thinking that we would... spend time together this evening, before it grows late." Kriti had considered that he might feel especially in his power in this room where he had not

yet

taken her.

He pushed his chair back from the desk and reached down to squeeze himself. "I grew hard as soon as you graced the doorway." He stood and paced over to take her in his arms. Nuzzling at her neck, he murmured, "This time though, you deserve lovemaking. Let us go to bed and celebrate the transition at hand."

Kriti had been prepared that her choice to initiate would invite severe use. It still might. But at least initially, it seemed to have elicited something else in the Thakur, perhaps a modicum of the gentility he was capable of showing Malati, if household gossip was to be believed.

Once in his rooms, Kriti slipped to her knees, projecting a combination of obeisance and brazen initiative. She placed her hands at his waist, reverently for a moment, and then opened his trousers. As usual, his eager cock sprang to her. She set about patiently pleasing him. In general, the Thakur seemed to particularly like being in her mouth, but it often took place in the mornings before work and he was perfunctory about taking his pleasure. Tonight, he arched his back and luxuriated in her touch. At length, he stopped her with a firm hand to her shoulder.

"Come," he said, and drew her up. Before removing her clothing, he dipped his head and suckled her nipples through the fabric, clearly enjoying the combination of wetting silk and her stiff flesh against his tongue. As he grew a bit rougher, drawing in more of her breast, he made appreciative noises that became animal grunts. As much as she hated herself for it, she had little choice but to let the sensations flow through her, sending bolts through her belly that make her arousal flow.

He began unwrapping her like a gift to himself. Once she was naked, he scooped her up onto the sheets and methodically stripped off his own clothing.

Kriti lay still, watching, trying to frame what was happening as something positive. She reminded herself that unlike other sessions, she had shaped this one and that so far, it was gentler than many of the others. After all, she could be tied to the post five feet away. She made sure to let her eyes drift downward slowly, to fix upon his darkened erection as though fascinated.

"You like what you see, kitten?"

He was fond of jaguar metaphors. "Mmm," she murmured scrunching up her shoulders as if anticipating a treat.

The Thakur knelt up on the bed. He languidly stroked his cock while drinking her in.

Kriti let her knees slowly fall open.

"Oh, my

dear

," the Thakur said, euphoric. He crawled over her and slowly, slowly, entered her. "That's so precious," he gasped. His hips moved, still slowly, in a circular movement, keeping him pressed along her body her while still deeply thrusting his cock with each rotation.

Kriti pressed up to meet him each time. He hadn't employed this precise technique before and she found that it made her heart race and her cunt throb.

He kissed her neck, jaw, the top of her breasts. "You deserve lovemaking when you are a particularly good girl." He changed his angle subtly but continued the strong pressure.

She gasped and clung tighter to his shoulders. From a long way off, but approaching, she could feel that an orgasm would be possible. "Ohh," she intoned. She tightened herself around him, as much to enhance her own pleasure as his.

"That's it, kitten," he gritted out. "Feel me filling you. Doesn't it feel good?" As it often did, his formal speech slipped into porn script as he grew close.

"Yes," she whispered, "so good." It was only partially performance.

He braced on one arm to free the other to cup a breast and thumb the nipple. He kissed her mouth, much more gently than usual. All the while, he kept up the steady pace.

Flooded with pleasurable sensations and surprise, Kriti moaned into his mouth. Suddenly, her climax arrived, she undulated under him, her back arching, her hips stuttering.

He groaned long and low, anchoring himself as she moved around him until she subsided and felt him pouring into her. Collapsing onto her, he kissed her face over and over. Kriti sighed, feeling boneless.

"Oh, yes, you're well and truly mine," the Thakur whispered against her jaw. Was that for her or an internal thought accidentally spoken? When he rolled off and fell heavily asleep, Kriti lay there and wondered how to reconcile her body and mind.

***

Surprisingly, the Thakur did not take her again in the morning even though he woke before she did. Perhaps from that, she should have known something more was afoot.

He kissed her shoulder. She rolled to her back to look up at him. He was already showered and dressed. She couldn't imagine having slept through it.

"I have thought about your apt concern for Sunil's needs. Have you a plan in mind?"

Vulnerable from just having awakened, Kriti schooled herself to stretch and think before answering. "He favors afternoons when not at the factory. Of course, when you wish to... observe, that could change."

White teeth gleamed in a predatory smile as he nodded. "And you will have plenty of strength for my mornings and evenings." He pondered. "And for him, one evening a week, so that I might watch him with you. I need to know whether or not he is improving with you."

She nodded once as though taking an instruction.

He caressed her belly. "It is a special pleasure to watch you being fucked." There was something beyond satisfaction in his tone but she couldn't place it.

After he had gone, she returned to her rooms and readied for the day.

She spent some hours working remotely and then made encrypted searches into travel and accommodations. It wouldn't be possible to go directly to the United States, they would have to spend weeks on job searches and visa applications. She would call upon her former colleagues, but it wasn't time yet. For Raj's sake, she would leave him in the dark for now.

Bangalore seemed a good candidate to discuss with Sunil—out of the house of course. When she finally cleared and closed her laptop, she was surprised to see that she had worked through lunch to mid-afternoon. Kriti made her way to the kitchen.

Anasuya smiled at her. "You were so absorbed that you didn't hear me knock. I made you a plate."

"Wonderful!" Kriti was quite hungry. As she was wolfing down her food, Sunil came home. He stopped and sat with her. Anasuya discreetly withdrew.

Kriti filled him in on her morning conversation with the Thakur.

"Better that he thinks giving me an evening was his idea," Sunil said, dryly. "And of course, he reserves the right to watch."

Kriti lowered her voice to a whisper. "It all might be too successful," she said. "It seems that he thinks I'm in love with him. I know the feint serves a purpose, but his euphoria about it frightens me."

Sunil sighed. "I don't know why it's always a competition with him. But it is. I had so much to do with the business expansion, he had to take over in Mumbai. We fell in love and he has to have that too."

Kriti swallowed hard. She had come to believe that Sunil didn't really love her, that she had been more of a conquest and sexual pleasure for him. To hear him describe them as having fallen in love together was a revelation.

"Now, he'll take over with you and pretend to be schooling me in light of some failure. With his ego, I don't know why he even bothers to drum up a justification." He reached out and held Kriti's hand.

***

After dinner, at which Kriti ate lightly, and drinks, in which she might have slightly overindulged, the Thakur waved a hand from his great chair and dismissed the musicians. Kriti went on high alert.

"My son, our beloved bahu has wisely urged me to make provision for your needs. Yet, you have made some missteps with her, failing to thoroughly learn the ways of her body before taking a mistress yourself."