Chapter 1: Negotiations Over Nipples and Négociant
The rooftop lounge was a velvet-lined sanctuary of opulence, where the hum of ice clinking in crystal glasses and the murmur of hushed conversations wove through the air like silk. Shiven leaned against the railing, his long legs crossed at the ankles, the city’s skyline stretching out beneath him, a glittering tapestry of neon and movement. His green eyes, sharp and knowing, tracked the shift of bodies in the dim amber glow of the chandeliers. He took a slow sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid burning a path down his throat, grounding him in the moment.
A soft laugh drew his attention to a group of women huddled together at the bar, their eyes darting his way. He offered them a casual smile, not too much, just enough to acknowledge their interest without encouraging it. He wasn't here for that, not tonight.
A waiter approached, balancing a tray of hors d'oeuvres with practiced ease. "Mr. Rao, a word with you, if you please," he said, inclining his head towards a secluded booth tucked away in the corner. Shiven raised an eyebrow but followed, his curiosity piqued.
Sliding into the booth, he found himself face to face with a familiar pair of identical smiles.
The twins—Advika and Aadya—sat across from him, their identical long brown hair cascading over their shoulders like silk, their full lips curved in a way that promised trouble. Advika’s cleavage was on full, deliberate display, her low-cut top straining just enough to make him wonder if she was doing it on purpose. Aadya, seated beside her, mirrored the gesture with a slow, deliberate tilt of her head, her thigh pressing against his under the table.
Shiven exhaled through his nose, amused. "Well, well. If it isn’t the two most expensive women in the room."
Advika’s fingers traced the rim of her glass, her nails long and polished.
"Shiven," she purred, her voice a velvet caress, "we’ve been thinking."
Aadya leaned in, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "About how much easier this deal would be if you signed on the dotted line with a little… *extra* incentive."
Shiven’s gaze flicked between them, his smirk never wavering. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, the ice cubes clinking softly against the sides. "And what exactly would that incentive be?"
Advika’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. "Oh, you know.
Something personal," Advika said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr as she leaned forward, her cleavage spilling over the neckline of her dress. "A signature that’s… *memorable*."
Aadya’s fingers brushed against his thigh under the table, her touch deliberate, her eyes locked onto his. "Imagine the headlines if we made this deal *unforgettable*."
Shiven chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You two are relentless. But I appreciate the creativity." He took another sip of his whiskey, the burn of the alcohol grounding him. "But business is business.
And I don't mix pleasure with profit," Shiven replied, his voice steady and calm. He held their gaze, unblinking, a silent challenge. The twins were used to getting what they wanted, but he wasn't one of their usual conquests.
Advika's smile didn't falter, but Aadya's fingers retreated from his thigh. "Oh, Shiven," Advika said, her voice still sultry but with a hint of steel beneath it. "You're no fun."
Aadya leaned back, her eyes narrowing slightly. "We thought you were different. But you're just like all the rest."
Shiven called aadya over to him gesturing her to sit on his lap . She hesitated for a moment before complying, her eyes never leaving his. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "You're right, Aadya. I'm not like the rest. I'm better." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I don't need to play games to get what I want. I take it. And I always get what I want."
Advika watched the exchange, her eyes flicking between Shiven and Aadya. She took a sip of her drink, her expression unreadable. "Well, Shiven, you certainly have a way with words.
And actions," Advika said, her voice cool, her eyes still on him, even as Aadya squirmed slightly on his lap. "But we're not here to play games. We're here to make a deal."
Shiven's hand splayed across Aadya's hip, his thumb tracing a slow circle. "And what kind of deal are we talking about, Advika?" he asked, his gaze never leaving hers.
Aadya's breath hitched slightly, her body tensing against his. Shiven felt it, but his expression didn't change. He was focused on Advika, waiting for her response.
Advika leaned back in her seat, her eyes never leaving Shiven's.
Shiven's hands slipped between aadyas thick thighs "aadya I need to see the lingerie you know right" he whispered into her ear, his voice low and commanding. Aadya's breath caught, her fingers tightening on the edge of the table as she looked at her sister. Advika's eyes gleamed with amusement and something more.
"Fine," Advika said, her voice cool but with a hint of challenge. "We're here to discuss the acquisition of your tech firm. But let's be honest, Shiven, we both know that paperwork can be... *tedious*."
Shiven's gaze flicked to Aadya, who was now biting her lip, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He smirked, his hand still resting on her thigh. "You're right.
Paperwork can be a bore," Shiven agreed, his voice a low rumble. He looked at Aadya, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in quick little gasps. "But I have a solution for that." "I want to see you, Aadya. In that lingerie you're hiding under your dress. Here. Now."
Aadya's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. She looked at Advika, who raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, Aadya? What do you say?"
Aadya swallowed hard, her eyes darting between Shiven and Advika. "Well I can take shiven home and show him everything" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Advika chuckled, leaning back in her seat. "Oh, Aadya. Always the eager one." She turned her gaze to Shiven, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You see what we have to deal with, Shiven? She's insatiable."
Shiven's hand tightened on Aadya's thigh, his thumb still tracing that slow, maddening circle. "I can handle that," he said, his voice a low growl. He looked at Aadya, his eyes intense. "But I want to see it here.
Aadya's breath hitched, her body trembling slightly.
She looked at Shiven, then at Advika, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Here? Now?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the lounge.
Shiven nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Here. He leaned back in the booth, his arm still wrapped around Aadya's waist, his hand still resting on her thigh. "Unless you're afraid," he challenged, a smirk playing on his lips.
Advika chuckled, leaning forward. "Oh, Aadya's not afraid. She just likes to make an entrance." She looked at Shiven, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"But I think we can make an exception, just this once." She leaned back, her gaze flicking to the waiter who was discreetly refilling their glasses. "Could you give us a moment, please?" she asked, her voice polite but firm.
The waiter nodded, melting into the shadows, leaving the three of them alone in the dimly lit booth. Aadya took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the hem of her dress. She looked at Shiven, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and excitement. "You're sure about this?" she whispered.
Shiven's hand covered hers, stopping her movement.
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't," he replied, his voice low and steady. His thumb brushed against her wrist, feeling her pulse race beneath his touch. "But only if you're comfortable, Aadya. We can wait."
Aadya bit her lip, considering him for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I want to," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath, her hands moving to the zipper at the side of her dress. She glanced at Advika, who nodded encouragingly, a small smile playing on her lips.
Shiven watched, his expression unreadable, as Aadya slowly pulled down the zipper.
The dress gaped open, revealing a lacy, deep red bra and matching panties that left little to the imagination. Her breath hitched as she shrugged out of the dress, letting it pool around her waist, her eyes never leaving Shiven's.
He took his time, his gaze leisurely roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. Aadya squirmed under his scrutiny, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. She was used to being admired, but there was something different about the way Shiven looked at her. It was intense, almost predatory, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Aadya’s fingers trembled as she reached for the clasp of her bra, her breath coming faster now. She could feel Shiven’s gaze burning into her, hot and possessive, and she knew—without a doubt—that he wasn’t just looking. He was *claiming*.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. His hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her lace panties before he stopped, just shy of touching her. “But I want to see more.”
Aadya’s breath hitched. She glanced at Advika, who was watching them with a mix of amusement and something darker—something hungry.
Aadya grinded on his lap as she pulled the dress back up zipping it up "you can see more later" she whispered in his ear. Shiven's grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You're playing with fire, Aadya," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "And you know what happens when you play with fire, don't you?"
She shivered, her breath coming in quick gasps. "I... I think I can guess," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Advika leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Oh, Shiven. Always the tease," she said, her voice a low purr.
"But I like it." Advika’s gaze flicked between them, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "You two are *delicious* together. And I can’t wait to see how this plays out."
Shiven’s fingers traced the edge of Aadya’s thigh, his touch deliberate, almost taunting. "You’re right," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re not done here." His gaze snapped back to Aadya, his expression darkening just slightly. "You said you’d show me more. And I want to see it *now*."
Aadya’s breath hitched. As she reached around herself down beneath herself grabbing shiven's cock through his pants "patience shiven" she whispered in his ear "I'll show you everything" her fingers curled around him, tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. Shiven’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he felt her touch.
"Now, Aadya," he growled, his voice a low warning. His hand snaked up her thigh, fingers brushing the lace of her panties before sliding beneath them. He found her bare, slick heat, his fingers teasing her gently before dipping inside her. Aadya gasped, her body arching into his touch, her fingers tightening around his cock.
Advika watched the exchange with a slow, deliberate smirk, her eyes never leaving them.
She leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs with practiced elegance, the hem of her dress riding higher up her thighs. "You two are *perfect* for each other," she murmured, swirling the remnants of her drink. "But I’ll admit, I’m curious how this ends."
Shiven’s fingers curled inside Aadya, his touch possessive and unrelenting. She moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder as his other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. "You’re *wet* for me," he growled, his voice rough with approval.
His thumb pressed against her clit, circling slowly before dipping inside again, his fingers curling just right to hit that spot that made her gasp. "You want this, don’t you?" he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and heavy.
Aadya’s nails dug into the leather of the booth, her body trembling beneath his touch. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want it. All of it."
Advika’s gaze never left them, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. "Good," she purred, leaning forward just enough to catch Shiven’s attention.
"Because I have a feeling this deal is going to be very... *satisfying* for everyone involved." She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Shiven's. "But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's not forget why we're here in the first place."
Shiven's fingers stilled inside Aadya, his thumb pausing its maddening circle. He looked at Advika, his expression unreadable. "And why are we here, Advika?" he asked, his voice steady and calm, despite the fact that Aadya was squirming on his lap, her body still humming with unspent desire.
His fingers were still inside her, but he paused, waiting for her sister’s response.
Advika leaned forward, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass, her eyes reflecting the amber glow of the chandeliers. "We’re here because we want your tech firm, Shiven," she said, her voice cool and measured. "And we’re willing to pay the price."
Shiven exhaled slowly, his gaze flicking back to Aadya. "And what price is that?" he asked, his voice low and deliberate.
Aadya’s breath hitched as Advika’s fingers brushed against her sister’s thigh, a silent reminder of the game they were playing.
She looked at Shiven, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her body still trembling from his touch. "We want your tech firm, Shiven," she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "And we're willing to... negotiate the terms."
Shiven's gaze flicked between the sisters, his expression unreadable. He removed his fingers from Aadya, his touch lingering just long enough to make her gasp before he pulled away completely. He shifted slightly, adjusting himself discreetly beneath the table, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Negotiate, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
He took his fingers upto aadyas mouth making her lick them clean . "I want to hear your terms, Advika," he said, his gaze steady on her.
Advika leaned back, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Well, Shiven, we're not unreasonable. We know your tech firm is worth a lot. But we're willing to offer you a fair price. Plus, we're open to... *creative* incentives."
Shiven raised an eyebrow, his smirk never wavering. "Creative incentives, huh? Like what?"
Aadya's breath hitched as Advika's fingers traced a slow path up her thigh, her touch deliberate and taunting. "Like, for example, a partnership in our company.
Not just a sale," Advika said, her voice smooth as silk, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on Aadya’s thigh. "You’d have a seat on the board, Shiven. Full control over the direction of the business. And in return, you’d give us something… *personal*."
Shiven’s gaze flicked between the two of them, his green eyes sharp and calculating. He swirled the last of his whiskey in the glass, the amber liquid catching the dim light. "And what exactly would that *personal* leverage entail?"
Aadya’s breath hitched as Advika’s fingers slid higher, brushing the edge of her lace panties.
She could feel Shiven’s gaze burning into her, hot and possessive, and she knew he was waiting for her answer. She glanced at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her body still trembling from his touch.
Shiven leaned forward, his voice a low rumble. "I want to hear your terms, Advika," he repeated, his gaze unwavering. "But make no mistake—I’m not just some man who’ll sign away his company for a night of pleasure."
Advika’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Oh, Shiven," she purred, her fingers finally slipping beneath the lace to tease the damp folds of Aadya’s sex.
"You misunderstand. It’s not just about a night. It’s about *ownership*. You’d be ours in every sense of the word." She leaned closer, her breath warm against Shiven’s ear. "Imagine it—your company, your empire, but with us pulling the strings. And in return, you’d give us what we truly want."
Aadya’s breath hitched as Advika’s fingers slid deeper inside her, her nails grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She glanced at Shiven, who had gone unnaturally still, his jaw clenched. His gaze was locked on Advika, but his fingers were curled into a fist beneath the table, his knuckles white.
The air in the booth felt charged, thick with the scent of whiskey and something darker—something electric. Aadya’s breath came in shallow gasps as Advika’s fingers moved inside her, slow and deliberate, her sister’s voice a low, hypnotic murmur.
Shiven exhaled sharply through his nose, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "You want me to sign away my company for a *relationship*?" His words were measured, but the edge in his voice betrayed the storm raging beneath. "Because that’s what you’re asking for, isn’t it?
A partnership that isn’t just about business—it’s about *us*." Advika’s fingers stilled inside Aadya, her voice dropping to a whisper that slithered into Shiven’s ear like silk. "A partnership where you’d be ours, and we’d be yours."
Shiven’s gaze snapped back to her, his eyes darkening, the green almost black in the dim light. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid catching the flickering glow of the chandeliers. The ice cubes clinked softly against the glass, the only sound in the charged silence between them.
Shiven grabbed aadya tighter around her waist pulling her in closed to him her ass so fat it was pushing against his stomach as he pulled out and pushed away advikas hand from aadyas pussy. "You think I don’t know how to play this game?" His voice was low, rough with barely contained fury, but his grip on Aadya was firm, possessive. "I’ve had my share of deals, Advika. And I’ve never signed away my company for a *relationship*."
Advika’s lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk, her fingers still resting against Aadya’s thigh, teasing her with the promise of more. "Oh, Shiven," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "You’re missing the point. This isn’t just about a relationship. It’s about *control*." She leaned forward, her gaze locking onto his.
Shivens other hand wrapped around aadyas big fat tits as he whispered in her ear "you just want money right, then leave this deal and come home with me" Aadya's breath hitched as she felt his fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Advika watched the exchange, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, Shiven," she said, her voice a low purr. "You're not playing fair. You know we can't just walk away from this deal. Not when we're so close."
Shiven's hand tightened on Aadya's breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, making her gasp. "And why not?" he challenged, his gaze never leaving Advika's. "This deal is just for aadya if she wants to come" he said, his voice low and steady. "And me. You're not part of the deal anymore."
Advika's smirk faded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You can't just dismiss me like that, Shiven," she said, her voice cool but with a hint of steel beneath it. "I'm part of this deal. I'm part of *everything*."
Shiven's hand slid down Aadya's stomach, his fingers tracing a slow path towards the heat between her thighs. She gasped, her body arching into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're right," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You are part of everything.
But you are not part of this deal," Shiven said, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. His fingers lingered at the edge of Aadya’s lace panties, just shy of touching her. "This is between me and Aadya. You want the deal? Fine. But you’re not coming along for the ride."
Advika’s fingers tightened around the stem of her glass, her knuckles turning white. She didn’t look away from him, but her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to speak. Instead, she turned her gaze to Aadya, who was now squirming against Shiven’s touch, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
"aadya speak for gods sake" advika screamed her voice sharp and commanding. Aadya’s eyes snapped open, her body still trembling beneath Shiven’s fingers. She looked at her sister, then at Shiven, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.
"advika, please" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the low hum of the rooftop lounge. "He wants this. He wants *me*."
Advika’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening. She exhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers curling into a fist by her side. "Fine," she said, her voice cool and measured. "But I’m not leaving this deal to you two alone.
Not when we’ve come this far," Advika said, her voice low and steady, though her eyes flickered with something darker—something that hinted at the storm brewing beneath her cool exterior. She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against Aadya’s wrist, stopping her from reaching for Shiven’s hand. "You think this is just about Aadya? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?"
Shiven’s fingers stilled against Aadya’s thigh, his gaze flicking between the two sisters. His voice was smooth, almost amused, but there was an edge to it now, a warning. "Advika, you don’t have to be part of this.
I can handle Shiven on my own," Aadya said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her body. She looked at Shiven, her eyes wide and vulnerable, but her expression determined. "I want this, Shiven. I want *you*. But I won’t let you dismiss my sister like this."
Shiven's gaze flicked between the two sisters, his expression unreadable. He leaned back in the booth, his arm still wrapped around Aadya's waist, his fingers still resting on her thigh. "And what do you propose, Aadya?" he asked, his voice low and measured.
Aadya took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his.
"I propose we all go back to my place," she said, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. "We can... discuss the terms of the deal there. In private."
Shiven's gaze flicked to Advika, who was watching them with a cool, calculating expression. "And what about your sister?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "She's not part of this deal, remember?"
Advika's lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk. Always so eager to dismiss me," she said, her voice a low purr. "But I assure you, I'm very much a part of this."
Shiven clicked his finger calling a guy right to his hand getting a pair of handcuffs throwing them to advika "wear them" he said his voice low and commanding. Advika’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she looked at the cuffs in her hand. She glanced at Shiven, then at Aadya, her expression shifting from amusement to something darker, something hungry. She looked at Shiven, her voice low and teasing. "Is this part of the deal, Shiven? Or is it just your way of making sure I stay put?"
Shiven leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Advika’s, his voice a low rumble. "You're coming with us to aadyas house but I like the thought of you tied up . It makes me wonder what you'll do when I tell you to stay quiet." His gaze flicked to Aadya, who was watching the exchange with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "You want to see how far I'll go, don't you?"
Advika’s fingers curled around the cuffs, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and curiosity. She looked at Shiven, her voice smooth and confident. "I’m not afraid of you, Shiven. But I’m not stupid either. I know how to handle myself." She glanced at Aadya, her expression softening slightly.
"just wear them' shiven said as he got up his hand still wrapped around aadyas waist pulling her up with him. He walked to the edge of the rooftop, his gaze scanning the city lights below. "I want to see your face when you realize you have no choice but to obey me."
Advika’s breath hitched. She watched as Shiven’s fingers traced the curve of Aadya’s hip, his touch possessive and commanding. She knew that look—it was the same one he gave his employees when he wanted something done *his* way. And she wasn’t about to let him walk away from this deal without a fight.
She took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the cuffs. She glanced at Aadya, who was watching her with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
"You trust him, don't you?" Advika asked, her voice softening slightly.
Aadya nodded, her eyes never leaving Shiven's back. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do."
Advika took a deep breath, her fingers still curled around the cuffs. She looked at Shiven, who was now watching them, his expression unreadable. "But I have conditions." "Conditions, huh?" he said, his voice a low rumble.
"And what are they?"
Advika leaned forward, her fingers brushing against the cuffs, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and determination. "First," she said, her voice smooth and deliberate, "you give me a seat on the board. Not just a token position. *Real* control. And second," her gaze flicked to Aadya, who was still watching Shiven with a mix of trust and anticipation, "you let me be part of this... *arrangement*."
Shiven turned back to them, his green eyes sharp and assessing. "An arrangement, you say?" he repeated, his voice low and measured.
"You want to be part of this... *arrangement*?" Advika nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she said, her voice steady. "I want to be part of everything. I want to be involved in every aspect of this deal. And I want to be part of... *this*." She gestured between him and Aadya, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and hunger. Shiven's gaze flicked to Aadya, who was watching them with wide, vulnerable eyes. "And what about you, Aadya?" he asked, his voice softening slightly. "Do you want this too?" Aadya nodded, her breath hitching as she spoke.
"Yes, I want this. I want *you*, Shiven. And I want my sister to be a part of it too. I trust her, and I trust you." Her voice was steady, but Shiven could see the nervous flutter in her pulse at the base of her neck.
Shiven's gaze flicked back to Advika, his expression unreadable. "And what about the cuffs?"
Advika's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "I'll wear them," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "But only because I want to. Not because you're forcing me."
Shiven raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Tie them behind your back it'll make your tits look even bigger baby" he said, his voice low and commanding. Advika's eyes flashed with surprise, but she did as she was told, her fingers fumbling slightly as she secured the cuffs behind her back. She looked up at Shiven, her expression a mix of defiance and desire. "Satisfied?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Shiven's gaze flicked to Aadya, who was watching the exchange with wide, excited eyes. "And you?" "Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"
Aadya nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I want this."
Shiven replied "don't worry you don't have to wear anything you just have to sit with me look pretty fuck when I want to fuck and just get spoilt like shower in money spoilt by Me " he said his voice low and commanding. Aadya's breath hitched as she felt his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, his touch possessive and commanding. She looked at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her body still trembling from his touch.
Advika watched the exchange, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and hunger. She shifted in her seat, the cuffs digging into her skin slightly, a reminder of her place in this... *arrangement*. "And what about me? What do I get out of this?"
Shiven's gaze flicked to her, his expression unreadable. "You get the board room presence you want and this big fat dick in your tight little asshole sometimes" he said, his voice low and deliberate, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on Aadya’s hip. "But you have to behave. No games, no tricks. You follow my rules, or you’re out."
Advika’s breath hitched as she felt the weight of his words. She knew he wasn’t joking. His eyes were cold, calculating, but there was a fire in them that made her pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the cuffs behind her back.
"Fine," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "But I want something in return."
Shiven raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving hers.
"And what would that be?"
Advika leaned forward slightly, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, her fingers flexing against the cool metal of the cuffs. She met his gaze head-on, her voice smooth and deliberate. "I want a guarantee that you’ll treat Aadya like she deserves. That you’ll make sure she’s happy, that she’s *spoiled*." She glanced at Aadya, whose eyes were wide and hopeful, her lips parted slightly. "I want to see her smile like that every day. Not just because of me, but because of you."
Aadya’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress.
She looked at Shiven, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her heart pounding in her chest. "You mean that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You promise to make me happy?"
Shiven’s gaze softened as he looked at her, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on her hip. "I promise," he said, his voice low and steady. "I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. You’ll want for nothing."
Advika watched the exchange, her expression unreadable. She shifted slightly in her seat, the cuffs digging into her skin slightly, a reminder of her place in this... *arrangement*. "And what about me?" she asked, her voice cool and measured.
"I want to be part of the spoiling too."
Shiven’s gaze flicked back to Advika, his expression unreadable. "No you're just a little slut from my side only aadya gets spoilt"
he said, his voice low and deliberate, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on Aadya’s hip. "You’re not part of the spoiling, Advika. You’re part of the *arrangement*."
Advika’s eyes flashed with something dark and dangerous. She leaned forward, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, her fingers flexing against the cool metal of the cuffs. "You think I don’t know how to play this game, Shiven?" she said, her voice smooth but with an edge of steel. "I’ve had my share of deals too. And I’m not just some pawn in your little power play."
Shiven’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. "You think you're some boss lady let me show you wait" he said as her got up leaving aadya there sitting he grabbed the chain of advikas handcuffs as he pulled her roughly into the bathroom . Aadya watched as they disappeared behind the closed door, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear muffled voices, the sound of something heavy being moved, and then a sharp gasp from Advika. She bit her lip, her imagination running wild with what could be happening behind that closed door.
A few minutes later all the entire restraunt could hear was advika yelling and screaming shiven's name .
Aadya's breath hitched as she heard the unmistakable sound of wet flesh hitting flesh, the slap of skin against skin. Her body tensed, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. She could feel her pulse racing, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. She glanced around the rooftop lounge, her eyes wide and unsure. The other patrons had gone quiet, their conversations hushed and curious.
She could hear Advika’s voice, sharp and demanding, cutting through the air like a blade. "You think you can just *toss* me around like some toy, Shiven? You like this pussy don't you DADDY all nice and pink and tight around that massive cock of yours?" Advika's voice was a mix of defiance and desire, her breath hitching as Shiven's hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bathroom, punctuated by her sharp gasps and the low, guttural growls coming from Shiven.
Aadya’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the edge of the table. She could feel her own body reacting to the sounds coming from the bathroom, her nipples hardening, her core throbbing with an ache that only seemed to grow with each passing second. She bit her lip, her gaze flickering to the closed bathroom door.
She could see the shadow of their bodies moving behind the frosted glass, the outline of Shiven's broad shoulders and Advika's curvy frame pressed against him. She could hear the sound of their ragged breaths, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the low, guttural growls that rumbled from Shiven's chest.
Aadya's heart pounded in her ears, her body aching with a need she couldn't quite understand. She had never been one to enjoy public displays of affection, let alone something as raw and primal as this.
But there was something about the way Shiven handled Advika, something about the way he took control, that made her body respond in ways she couldn't quite comprehend. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her panties growing damp with her arousal. She shifted in her seat, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and Shiven emerged, his chest heaving, his dark hair slightly disheveled. His green eyes were dark with desire, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. He walked towards her, his stride confident and commanding, his gaze never leaving hers.
The air between them was thick with tension, the scent of Advika’s arousal lingering in the air. His fingers brushed against Aadya’s cheek, his touch warm and possessive.
Aadya swallowed hard, her body trembling slightly. She nodded, her gaze flickering to the bathroom door where Advika was still visible, her long brown hair disheveled, her lips swollen and red from Shiven’s kisses.
Advika walked out of the bathroom her hair disheveled her dress a little crooked her eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and desire. She looked at Shiven, her voice a low purr. "You think you can just *use* me like that, Shiven? You think I'm just some *toy* for you to play with?"
Shiven's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. "You're not just a toy, Advika. You're a *weapon*." He leaned forward, his voice a low rumble. "And I'm going to use you to get what I want."
Advika's eyes flashed with something dark and dangerous. She leaned forward, her voice a low hiss. "And what if I don't want to be used, Shiven?
What if I want to be more than just a weapon?" Advika’s voice was low, her fingers flexing against the cuffs behind her back, the metal biting into her skin. Her chest rose and fell sharply, her breath coming in controlled but uneven bursts. She looked at Shiven, her eyes dark with challenge, her lips parted slightly as if she were about to say something else.
Shiven’s gaze flicked between her and Aadya, his eyes darkening with something that looked almost like admiration. "Then you’re going to learn what it means to be *mine*." His voice was a low, deliberate rumble, his fingers brushing against Aadya’s hip as he pulled her closer to him.
"advika why don't you tell your sister how many times you came right now" he said, his gaze flicking between the two of them, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance.
Advika’s breath hitched as she felt the weight of his gaze. She looked at Aadya, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and desire. "You want to know, Aadya?" she asked, her voice smooth and deliberate. "You want to hear how good it feels when he’s inside me?"
Aadya’s cheeks flushed, her eyes widening slightly. She looked at Shiven, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Shiven. Tell me." Shiven's voice was a low command, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on Aadya's hip. She could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her dress, her body aching with a need that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
Advika's gaze never left Aadya's as she spoke, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I came three times, Aadya. Three times while he was inside me, filling me up, stretching me out. I screamed his name, begged him for more, and he gave it to me. He gave me everything I wanted, and then some."
Aadya's breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress.
She could feel her body responding to Advika's words, her core throbbing with an ache that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. She looked at Shiven, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "Is that true?" "Did you make her come that many times?"
Shiven's gaze was steady, his expression unreadable. He nodded slowly, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on her hip. "Yes," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "I did."
Aadya's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. "And that in just 25 minutes" shiven added , his voice a low rumble, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on her hip. "You think you can handle that, Aadya? You think you can take me like that?"
Aadya's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she considered his words. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her body aching with a need that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. "I want to try," she said, her gaze flickering to Advika, who was watching them with a mix of curiosity and challenge. "I want to see if I can handle you."
"wait how big is it?" Aadya asked, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She glanced at Advika, who was watching them with a knowing smirk, her fingers still flexing against the cuffs behind her back.
Shiven’s lips curled into a slow, confident smirk. "Big enough to make you scream my name," he said, his voice low and deliberate, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on Aadya’s hip. "Enough to fill you up until you can’t walk straight for days." She looked at Advika again, her eyes searching for reassurance.
"You've... you've seen it, haven't you?"
Advika nodded, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "Oh, I've seen it," she said, her voice smooth and deliberate. "And I've felt it. It's... impressive." "And you think... you think you can handle it?" "I know I can," he said, his voice low and confident.
His fingers trailed up Aadya's thigh, stopping just shy of the hem of her dress. "You're strong. You're determined. And you're mine." His gaze flicked to Advika, who was watching the exchange with a mix of amusement and something darker, something possessive. "I want to see you both together," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want to see how you handle each other, how you take each other."
Aadya's breath hitched. She looked at Advika, her eyes searching for some kind of reassurance or warning.
But her sister only smirked, her full lips curling into a knowing expression. "Oh, you'll handle it," Advika purred, her voice dripping with confidence. "But not before you beg for it."
Shiven's fingers tightened slightly on Aadya's hip, his touch possessive. "You're both going to learn what it means to be *mine*," he murmured, his gaze flicking between them. "And you're going to enjoy every second of it."
Aadya swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. She could feel the weight of his words, the unspoken promise in his voice.
The three of them made their way downstairs to shiven's car parked in the underground garage. The air conditioning was on full blast, the scent of leather and something faintly musky lingering in the cabin. Shiven slid into the backseat, his back against the headrest, his eyes never leaving Aadya as she slid in beside him. Advika took the front passenger seat, her fingers still wrapped around the cuffs behind her back, her gaze flickering between them with a mix of challenge and curiosity.
"Where are we going?" Aadya asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers curling around the edge of the seat. "Somewhere private," he said, his voice low and deliberate.
"Somewhere we can... discuss our arrangement in more detail." His gaze flicked to Advika, who was watching them with a mix of curiosity and challenge. "And maybe have a little demonstration of what's to come."
Advika raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You mean you want to fuck us both right here in the car?" she asked, her voice smooth and deliberate, her eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and desire.
Shiven's lips curled into a smirk. "I didn't say that," he said, his voice low and measured. "We can go to my mansion" he added, his voice a low rumble, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on Aadya's hip. "It's private, secluded. We can... discuss our arrangement in more detail there."
Advika's gaze flicked to Aadya, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and curiosity. "What do you think, Aadya? Ready to see where this takes us?"
Aadya took a deep breath, her fingers tightening slightly on the edge of the seat. I trust you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I want to see where this takes us."
Shiven's gaze softened slightly, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on her hip. "Good," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "Because once we start, there's no turning back."
Advika turned to face them, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and desire. "So, what's the plan, boss?" "Are we going to your mansion now?"
Shiven nodded, his gaze never leaving Aadya's. "Yes," he said, his voice low and measured. "But first, I want to make sure you're both...
*prepared*."
Aadya’s breath hitched as he leaned forward, his fingers sliding up her thigh, just beneath the hem of her dress. The cool air of the car brushed against her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, her pulse racing. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes flickering to Advika, who was watching the exchange with a knowing smirk.
Advika leaned back in her seat, her fingers still wrapped around the cuffs behind her back, her gaze never leaving Shiven. "He means we’re going to his mansion," she said, her voice smooth and deliberate.
"But first, he wants to make sure we’re... *ready*." Advika’s gaze flicked to Shiven, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and desire. "Isn’t that right, Shiven?" "That’s right," he said, his voice low and measured. His fingers continued their slow ascent up Aadya’s thigh, his touch warm and possessive. "I want to make sure you’re both... *willing*." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I want to hear you say it, Aadya.
Say it loud," Shiven murmured, his fingers brushing against the delicate lace of her panties. His voice was a low, commanding purr, sending a shiver down her spine. "Say you're ready for me."
Aadya’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the edge of the seat. She glanced at Advika, whose lips were parted slightly, eyes dark with anticipation. "I'm ready," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Shiven’s fingers traced the curve of her hip, his touch possessive and commanding. "Louder," he demanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the car.
Aadya swallowed hard, her pulse racing.
She took a deep breath, her voice steadying despite the tremors in her body. "I'm ready," she said, this time her words carrying through the car, clear and confident.
Shiven’s green eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties with deliberate slowness. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Because you’re going to need to be." His hand slid beneath her dress, his fingers brushing against her thigh, then higher, teasing the sensitive skin just above her panties.