Chapter 3: Rising Action
: A Family Affair
The night air was crisp, a soft breeze carrying the scent of blooming jacarandas and the distant hum of the city. The Thorne estate was a grand affair, a sprawling mansion nestled in the heart of Sydney's most prestigious suburb. The engagement party was in full swing, the air buzzing with a symphony of laughter, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of a string quartet hidden away in a secluded corner.
Priya stood at the edge of the patio, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird.
She was out of her element, a small-town Indian girl trying to navigate the glittering world of Sydney's elite. The guests milled about, dressed in their finery, sipping champagne, and exchanging air kisses. Priya felt like an outsider, a fraud, as she clutched her glass of champagne like a lifeline.
She scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for the man who had dominated her thoughts since their encounter in his office. Finally, she spotted him, standing by the pool, engaged in conversation with a group of well-dressed men.
Priya had dresses in a black silk sheath that hugged her curves in all the right places and accentuated her long, slender legs. Her hair was pinned up in an intricate bun with a few loose tendrils framing her face, and her makeup was subtle yet elegant, highlighting her large, expressive eyes and full lips.
She took a deep breath and made her way over to the group, her heels sinking slightly into the well-manicured lawn. As she approached, Alistair looked up and their eyes met. The smile that spread across his face was genuine and warm, and it made Priya's heart flutter.
"Priya," he said, his voice low and intimate. "I'm glad you could make it." He excused himself from the group and walked over to her, his hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You look stunning."
Priya felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the party. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the faint hint of his cologne.
She pulled back slightly, a playful smile on her lips. "And you clean up quite nicely yourself, Professor," she teased, her eyes taking in his crisp tuxedo and the way it accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Alistair chuckled, his hand still resting possessively on her waist. "You know, I've been thinking about what you said in my office the other day," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "About how you need help with your tuition fees and living expenses."
Priya felt a flutter of hope in her chest. "And?" she prompted, her heart beating a little faster.
“And may be we could work something out for you, but first let’s have you meet the family” said Alistair. He led her by the hand towards his wife and daughter who were standing by the pool side. Mrs Thorne was a large woman with a warm smile and eyes that held a mix of kindness and curiosity. Alistair's daughter, Victoria, was a statuesque blonde with a smile that matched her mother’s warmth but eyes that held a hint of aloofness.
“Margaret, Victoria, I’d like to introduce you to Priya Rana. She’s a student intern at the firm, and she’s been helping me out with some projects,” Alistair said, his voice filled with pride.
Mrs.
Thorne extended her hand towards Priya, her smile warm and genuine. "It's lovely to meet you, Priya. Alistair has told me so much about you."
Priya hesitated for a moment before taking Mrs. Thorne's hand, shaking it gently. "The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Thorne. And please, call me Priya."
Victoria, on the other hand, seemed less enthusiastic about the introduction. She offered a limp handshake and a polite smile, her eyes flicking briefly over Priya's dress and hair before meeting her gaze. "Priya, right?
Dad's mentioned you a few times," Victoria said, her voice cool. She turned to her father, her expression holding a hint of challenge. "What exactly does your 'student intern' help you with, Dad?"
Alistair's smile never wavered, but Priya caught the slight tension in his jaw. "Victoria, darling, Priya is assisting me with a very sensitive and confidential case. I've asked her to keep it under wraps, and I trust her implicitly."
Victoria raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over Priya once more. "Confidential, huh? Sounds intriguing.
I’d love to hear more about it sometime,” Victoria said, her voice dripping with skepticism.
Alistair placed a hand on Victoria’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Victoria, why don’t you give us a moment to chat? I’m sure you have plenty of people here who want to meet your fiancé.”
Victoria rolled her eyes but obliged, giving Priya one last look before walking away.
“She’s a handful,” Alistair said with a sigh, turning back to Priya. “But she means well.”
Priya offered a small smile, not wanting to get involved in family drama.
"She seems like a very intelligent young woman," she said diplomatically.
Alistair chuckled, his hand still resting on Priya's waist. "Yes, she is. Too intelligent for her own good sometimes. But enough about her. I want to talk to you about what we discussed in my office."
Priya looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent. "What do you mean, Professor?" she asked, even though she knew exactly what he was referring to.
Alistair leaned in closer, his voice low and intimate. "I want to help you, Priya. But I need you to understand that this... arrangement will involve more than just financial assistance.
It will involve a level of trust and obedience from you. I need to know that you are willing to submit to me, to let me guide you and teach you. In return, I will provide you with the support and resources you need to succeed." He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
Priya took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he was asking, what he was offering. She thought back to the way he had commanded her in his office, the way she had obeyed him without question. She thought about the way he had looked at her, the way he had touched her.
“Well, I came here so I guess I am a little bit curious” she said.
“Mingle and enjoy the party, Priya. I will find you later on to see if we can get started tonight itself” said Alistair as he winked at her before moving along to greet some more guests. Priya stood there taking in the party, the guests, the music, the lights, the whole shebang. It was all too much to take in. She had never seen this side of Sydney, or even Australia for that matter. She felt like a fish out of water, a fraud even in her designer dress. She took a sip of her champagne, trying to calm her nerves.
She saw a group of young adults huddled together, laughing and giggling. They looked around her age, possibly fellow students or interns. She decided to join them, needing some familiarity in this strange world.
As she approached, she overheard them discussing the engagement party and the extravagance of the Thorne family. She slid into the conversation, offering her perspective as someone new to Australia.
"I'm Priya, by the way," she said, extending her hand to the group. They introduced themselves as fellow university students, all interning at various law firms in the city. They welcomed her warmly, and she found herself feeling more at ease.
"So, how do you know the Thornes?" one of them asked, a tall, lanky boy with glasses.
"I'm interning at Thorne & Associates.
Alistair Thorne himself is my supervisor," Priya replied, trying to keep her voice steady. The group's eyes widened, and she could see the admiration and envy in their expressions.
"Wow, that's amazing, Priya! Alistair Thorne is such a legend in the legal world," a girl with curly red hair gushed.
"What's he like? In person, I mean," another girl asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Priya hesitated, unsure of how much she should reveal. But the champagne was doing its job, loosening her inhibitions. "He's... intense. He knows what he wants and how to get it outta you” she explained as best she could.
A young man from the group walked up to Priya.
“Hi I am Chase. I also work for the firm. I am a 2nd year associate. Can I get you a drink?” He asked. Priya looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. “Sure, a whiskey sour, please.”
Chase nodded and headed towards the bar, leaving Priya alone with the group. She could feel Chase's eyes on her as he waited for his turn at the bar. She turned back to the group, trying to act casual.
“So, who are you interning for?” she asked, trying to change the subject.
The group began to chatter, everyone eager to share their experiences. Priya listened, nodding and adding in her own observations when she could.
She was grateful for the distraction, for the chance to blend in with her peers and forget, for a moment, the weight of her conversation with Alistair.
Chase returned with their drinks, handing Priya her whiskey sour with a smile. "Here you go," he said, his eyes lingering on hers for a moment before he turned to the group. "So, what are we talking about?"
"Priya just met Alistair Thorne," one of the girls said, her eyes wide with excitement. "She's interning for him!"
Chase's gaze flicked to Priya, his eyebrows rising. "No way, really?
That's awesome," Chase said, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "So, what's it like working for him? Is he as intimidating as they say?"
Priya took a sip of her whiskey sour, savoring the tangy sweetness as it slipped down her throat. She thought back to her time in Alistair's office, the way he had taken control, the way she had submitted to him without hesitation. "He's... challenging," she said finally, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But he's also incredibly intelligent and fair” she said.
“I mean he’s certainly chosen someone whose easy on the eyes, I would love to mentor you” said Chase with a hint of naughty in his voice. Priya laughed softly, “Well, you know the saying, ‘beauty might get you to the top, but brains will keep you there.’ I’m banking on the latter” she said looking straight into his eyes.
Chase raised his glass, “Well then, here’s to brains and beauty” he said clinking glasses with Priya.
They drank, and the conversation turned lighter, the group discussing their weekends, their favorite spots in the city, and everything in between. Priya found herself laughing along, enjoying the moment, feeling like she belonged.
The night was progressing well and the liquor had been flowing. Chase had no made qualms showing Priya he liked her and she too was starting to feel the same way; forgetting all about why she was there. She was very tipsy and slow dancing with chase when she felt his hands grazing the curve of her ass. Her heartbeat quickened and she pulled back to look into Chase’s eyes.
"Chase, I don't know if this is such a good idea," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.
Chase's hands lingered on her waist, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean? I thought you were enjoying yourself."
Priya hesitated, unsure of how to explain her sudden change of heart. The truth was, she was enjoying herself, but she knew she couldn't let things go too far with Chase. She had come to the party with a purpose, and she couldn't lose sight of that.
“You know they have a wine cellar downstairs” he said. “We could go down there and have some privacy” he suggested.
“Chase, I can’t. I…” she started to say, but he cut her off.
“You feel something, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes, Priya. And I feel it too. I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” he said, his voice low and intense.
Priya felt a shiver run down her spine. She did feel something, an electric connection that she hadn’t felt with anyone else. But she knew she couldn’t act on it. Not yet. Not until she figured out what was happening with Alistair.
But the alcohol was getting to her. She was tempted and gave up in that moment. She was only 22.
“Ok” she said as he took her by the hand and they walked down to the wine cellar. The door was made of thick wooden planks and was slightly ajar. A dim light shone from the confines of the room. Chase led her in and closed the door behind them. The room was filled with rows of wine bottles and a few wooden barrels.
“This is a beautiful collection” she said.
“Yeah, my family’s been collecting wine for generations. I love it down here. It’s so peaceful” Chase said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
“You know, Priya, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you tonight” he said as he kissed her luscious big lips. She kissed him back. She was enjoying it, his lips were soft and there was something comforting in his touch.
“Me too, Chase.” She said. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. Priya felt her body respond to his touch, her nipples hardening against the silk of her dress. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his.
Chase’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her ass and pulling her firmly against him. “You’re so fucking sexy, Priya,” he groaned, his voice ragged with desire.
Chase found the knot of her halter neck dress and undid it and in one swift motion the flowy dress was sprinkled around Priya’ ankles. Priya had decided since the dress didn’t allow a bra, she didn’t see the point of panties either and hadn’t anticipated the dress coming off, she was now naked in the wine cellar. The thought that she hadn’t shaved her bikini line vaguely entered her mind as Chase revelled at her slim, supple body, dark dime sized nipples and a full bush. Her hair still in a bun. Her head was spinning, a mix of the champagne and the rush of the moment. Chase broke their kiss, his eyes taking in her naked form, a hunger in them that made her pulse race. "You're so damn beautiful, Priya," he murmured, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasped at the contact, her body arching into his touch.
Chase's other hand trailed down her stomach, his fingers brushing through the curly hair at the apex of her thighs. Priya bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation.
Suddenly she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She was being pushed on her knees. She obliged getting on her knees on top of her dress to rest her knee caps naked. Chase still in his tuxedo. "You know what to do," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. Priya looked up at him, her eyes curious yet nervous. She had never done anything like this before, but the mix of alcohol and desire coursing through her veins made her want to explore this new sensation.
She leaned forward, her hands trembling slightly as she unzipped Chase's pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock. She took it tentatively in her hand, feeling its length and girth, the warmth of his skin against her palm. She looked up at him, seeking approval.
Chase nodded, his eyes dark with lust.
"That's it, Priya. Now take it in your mouth." He guided her head gently down towards his erection. Priya hesitated for a moment before parting her lips and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the faint hint of his cologne. Chase groaned softly, his hips thrusting forward slightly, pushing more of his length into her mouth. Priya relaxed her jaw and took more of him in, her lips sliding down his shaft. She felt a sense of accomplishment at the way Chase's breath hitched and his body trembled with pleasure.
She began to bob her head, her mouth moving up and down on his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head each time she reached the tip. She could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath her hands, could hear the soft moans escaping his lips.
Suddenly, the cellar door creaked open, flooding the dimly lit room with harsh light. Priya froze, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Chase looked down at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief. "What the fuck?" he growled.
Priya's eyes widened as she looked up, her mouth still full of Chase's cock. Standing in the doorway, bathed in the harsh light from the party above, was Alistair Thorne. His face was a mask of surprise and anger, his eyes burning into Priya as she quickly pulled back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Alistair, what are you doing here?" Chase stammered, his hands going to his pants to cover himself.
Alistair's gaze never left Priya as he stepped into the wine cellar, closing the door behind him. "I could ask you the same question, Chase.
But I think I already know the answer," Alistair said, his voice low and dangerous. He took a step towards them, his eyes never leaving Priya. "But you, Priya. I'm very disappointed in you."
Priya's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt a mixture of humiliation and fear coursing through her veins. She quickly wrapped her arms around her shoulders, trying to cover her naked body. "Alistair, I can explain—"
Alistair held up a hand, silencing her. "No need to explain. I know exactly what's going on here.
And you, Priya, are in way over your head."
Alistair's voice was like thunder, resonating through the small wine cellar and leaving no room for doubt. Priya shrank back, her eyes casting downwards, unable to meet his gaze. Chase, still fumbling with his pants, looked between Priya and Alistair, his face pale.
"Alistair, I can explain. She... we were just having some fun," Chase stammered, his voice lacking any semblance of the confidence he'd shown earlier.
Alistair turned to Chase, his eyes narrowing. "You're an associate at my firm, Chase.
You should know better than to involve yourself with an intern, let alone in such a compromising position," Alistair said, his voice laced with disdain. "But I won't hold it against you. Consider this a lesson learned."
Chase nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
Alistair turned his attention back to Priya, his expression softening slightly. "As for you, Priya, I had expected more. I thought you understood what our arrangement entailed. But it seems I was mistaken."
Priya felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she fought them back.
Alistair gave Chase and angry look and he knew he was to leave and made his way upstairs.
“Lock the door on the way out” said Alistair. Priya was frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of Alistair's gaze on her, and she knew that she was in deep trouble.
“Priya, look at me,” Alistair said, his voice soft yet firm. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes filled with tears and embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Alistair,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Sorry isn’t enough, Priya. I thought you understood what we were getting into.
Priya stood in front of Alistair naked, her head down, hair still up. Not sure what she was expected to do.
Alistair watched her, his expression stern and unyielding. He did not speak as she approached, his gaze fixed on her every movement.
Priya reached his shoes, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain.
“Get on your knees and crawl to my shoes, Priya” he commanded suddenly. Priya hesitated for a moment, the shock of the command making her gasp softly. She then slowly got on her knees, her body trembling slightly as she began to crawl towards Alistair. She could feel the cold stone floor beneath her knees and the roughness of the cellar floor against her skin.
“Lick my shoes and say I’m sorry, Sir” he looked down at her. Priya hesitated, her eyes casting downwards, feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal. She took a deep breath and began to lick the leather of his expensive shoes, her tongue tracing the shape and texture of them. “I-I’m sorry, Sir,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible. She could feel Alistair’s eyes on her, could feel the weight of his gaze as she continued to lick his shoes, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Good girl,” he said finally, his voice soft yet firm. “Now stand up and face me.” Priya slowly stood, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
“You have a full bush?” He asked amazed as if finding something he wasn’t expecting. “Yes, Sir,” Priya replied softly, her eyes cast downward, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Alistair raised an eyebrow. "That's... unusual. But I like it," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. "It suits you. Makes you look... untouched. Innocent. But I know you're not, are you, Priya?"
Priya shook her head slightly, her eyes still downcast. "No, Sir."
Alistair took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze.
“Go fetch the Penfolds Bin 151 from over there” he pointed at the cellar. Priya hesitated, her eyes flicking between the wine rack and Alistair, unsure of what to do. But the look in his eyes left no room for doubt. She quickly got to her feet and made her way to the wine rack, her heart pounding in her chest. She found the bottle he had indicated and returned to him, holding it out with trembling hands.
Alistair took the bottle from her, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Bring that here and give it to me, turn around across that table and bend over” he said pointing at the oak table that stood in the centre of the cellar. Priya hesitated for a moment, trying to comprehend what he was asking her to do. But she knew better than to question Alistair’s commands. She walked over to the table, set the bottle of wine down gently, and then turned around, placing her hands flat on the tabletop as she bent forward at the waist. She could feel her cheeks burning with humiliation, but also with a strange sense of anticipation.
Alistair took the bottle and pointed the neck right at the hairy entrance of her pussy. He could see she was nervous bit he was very calm.
“Spread your legs for me, Priya” he said and she did.
The bottle now was slowly being put inside her. Inch by inch.
The cold glass slid inside her, the sensation foreign and intense. Priya's breath hitched, her back arching slightly as the intrusion forced her to adjust her stance. The table's edge dug into her hips, and the cool air in the cellar kissed her exposed flesh. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation, fear, and arousal.
Alistair watched her, his gaze intense and unyielding. He held the bottle in place, his other hand reaching out to stroke her hair gently. "You're doing so well, Priya," he murmured, his voice soothing but firm.
“That’s a 20,000$ bottle your getting fucked with” he said. His voice was calm and collected. It was as if he was discussing the weather. Priya’s eyes welled up with tears as she tried to take a deep breath. “I can’t do this, sir. Please take it out” she said trying to keep her voice steady.
Alistair kept his hand steady on the bottle, the other stroking her hair gently. “You can, and you will. Remember what you promised me Priya” he said firm but gentle.
Priya closed her eyes and remembered the conversation they had in Alistair’s office.
He had asked her, what was she willing to do to ensure her place at the firm and to receive the tuition fees she so desperately needed. She had eagerly agreed to anything, and now the weight of her agreement was bearing down on her. She had never felt more vulnerable or exposed than she did at that moment.
"You promised me obedience, Priya," Alistair reminded her, his voice unyielding yet soothing at the same time. "You promised to submit to me, to let me guide you. This is part of that promise."
Priya took a deep breath and nodded, her body relaxing slightly as she accepted the inevitability of the situation.
She felt the bottle sliding deeper inside her, the cold glass filling her completely. She let out a soft moan, the sensation a mix of discomfort and a strange, dark pleasure.
Alistair continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. You're doing so well. Let the bottle fill you up, submit to it as you submitted to me."
Priya let out another soft moan as the bottle reached the deepest part of her, the sensation overwhelming. She felt a shudder run through her body, her muscles clenching around the glass.
Alistair pulled out the drawer from the side of the table, that was the first time Priya had seen it since she had been on it. It was like a secret drawer.
Alistair pulled out a butt plug, he then started to insert into Priya virgin bum. Priya flinched at first. Alistair held her hips and spoke with a calm voice, coaching her to relax. "Breathe, just breathe, Priya. Push out a little as I push in. That's it, just let me in."
Priya tried to follow his instructions, but the intrusion was intense. She whimpered, and her hands gripped the table edge tightly. Alistair stroked her back, murmuring encouragements. "You're doing so well, Priya. Just a little more. There we go."
The plug was finally in, and Priya let out a sigh of relief.
Alistair started to fuck her with the bottle. In and out, nice and slow, the plug still in her butt. The bottle was smooth and cold, its shape mimicking a cock in its own terrible way. Priya moaned and writhed, her body no longer her own. It was Alistair's now, to do with as he pleased. And oh, how he pleased, the way he directed her body, the way he made her respond to his touch.
She felt her pussy clenching around the glass, her body beginning to adapt to the strange intrusion. Alistair's hand stroked her back, his touch soothing and reassuring. Let go.
Let yourself feel it, Priya," Alistair murmured, his voice low and commanding. Priya took a shaky breath, trying to let go of the tension in her body. She had never experienced anything like this before, the sensation of being filled and stretched in ways she hadn't even known were possible. But with each thrust of the bottle, she felt her body responding, her muscles relaxing and adjusting to the intrusion.
Alistair's hand moved from her back to her hair, gripping it gently and pulling her head up. "Look at me, Priya," he commanded. Priya opened her eyes and looked up at him, her vision blurred by tears and desire.
Alistair's eyes were intense, burning with a mixture of lust and domination. "Look at me, Priya," he repeated, his voice firm yet gentle. "I want you to see the man who is fucking you, who is making you feel things you've never felt before."
Priya tried to focus on him, her body trembling with each thrust of the bottle. She felt like she was drowning in sensation, her mind barely able to process what was happening. But she knew she couldn't look away from Alistair, couldn't deny him this moment of connection.
"That's right, Priya. Keep looking at me.
Tell me what you feel," Alistair ordered, his voice low and demanding. Priya was lost in a haze of sensation and submission, her body trembling with each thrust of the bottle. She struggled to find the words, her mind a whirlwind of emotion and desire.
"I... I feel you, Sir," she managed to whisper, her eyes locked onto Alistair's intense gaze. "I feel you inside me, filling me up, making me yours."
Alistair's eyes darkened at her words, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. "Good girl," he rasped, his hips moving faster, the bottle plunging deeper into her body.
She was getting close the 22 year old had never felt and orgasm like the one that was building up inside her pussy and asshole with the bottle and butt plug both inserted. Alistair groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he felt her body start to convulse around the bottle. Come for me. Let me feel you come."
She cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Alistair held her steady, his hips moving faster, pushing the bottle deeper inside her with each thrust. He watched as her body shook and trembled, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with ecstasy.
As her orgasm subsided, Alistair slowly pulled the bottle out of her, a soft moan escaping her lips as the cold glass left her body.
“Now, behave!” He said before turning and leaving with the bottle. When Priya dressed up and walked outside, she saw him pouring the last of the wine from the bottle she had just been fucked with in the glasses of the many guests at the party.
Priya decided it was best to leave and on wobbly legs, she walked out in her heels and called an uber… she wasn’t a thief. But as she got in the uber, the butt plug was still inside her. She winced at the slight discomfort, but the memory of her pleasure mixed with the humiliation was still fresh in her mind. She couldn't just leave it there, could she? She decided to keep it in, at least for a little while.
The next morning, Priya woke up feeling both sore and exhilarated. She couldn't believe what had happened the night before. She had never experienced anything like that, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She was humiliated, yes, but also strangely aroused. She decided to take a shower to clean up and hopefully clear her head.