Chapter 4: The seduction of Priya
rahul reaches Riya’s house as agreed during the afternoon. Riya greets him at the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She can see the hunger in his eyes as he looks at her, and it makes her pussy throb with anticipation.
"Priya is in the kitchen," Riya says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll go tell her I'm going out for a bit."
Rahul nods, his eyes never leaving hers. "Good girl," he growls. "Make sure she doesn't suspect anything."
Riya nods and turns to leave, but Rahul grabs her wrist, pulling her back to him. "And Riya," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Next time Wear something sexy for me.”. He grabs Riya and gives her a hug and a kiss, while squeezing her boobs.
Riya lets out a moan of pleasure and pain as his fingers dig into her soft flesh. She can feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach, and she knows that he's just as turned on as she is.
"Fuck, Riya," he growls into her ear. "I can't wait to fuck you in your own bed."
Riya shivers at his words, her pussy throbbing with desire. She looks around nervously, making sure that Priya is still in the kitchen and can't hear them.
Riya reluctantly separates herself from Rahul and calls Priya. “Priya, Rahul is here, but I have to step out for my tailor, so you will have to ‘entertain’ Rahul for a bit.”
Riya said as she walked into the kitchen.
Priya looked up from the sink where she was washing dishes and smiled at Riya. “Of course, Riya. I’ll make sure he’s comfortable.”
Riya nodded and turned to leave, but Rahul’s voice stopped her. “Wait, Riya. I have something for you.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Riya’s heart pounded as she took it from him. She opened it to reveal a delicate black lace thong.
“Wear this for me the next time we meet,” Rahul said, his voice low and commanding.
Riya’s breath hitched as she looked at the thong.
It was sheer and delicate, with a small black bow at the waist. She could feel her pussy throbbing with anticipation as she imagined Rahul seeing her in it.
“You like it?” Rahul asked, his voice low and husky. “Yes,” she whispered. “I love it.”
Rahul smiled wickedly. “Good. Now go get Priya and tell her I need to speak with her.”
Riya nodded and walked into the kitchen. Priya was still washing dishes, but she looked up as Riya entered.
“Priya, Rahul needs to speak with you,” Riya said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Priya looked up from the sink, her eyes meeting Riya’s. She nodded and dried her hands on a towel before following Riya back into the living room. Riya left soon after.
Rahul smiled at Priya, you seem quite busy working for Raj n Riya.
Are you happy working for them?
Priya looked at Rahul, her eyes wide with surprise. "Yes, sir," she said, her voice soft. "I'm very happy working for them. They are both very kind to me."
Rahul's smile widened, and he patted the couch next to him. "Come, sit," he said, his voice low and commanding. Priya hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to him.
Rahul turned to face her, his eyes locked onto hers. "You know, Priya," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've been watching you. I've seen how you take care of Riya and Raj. You're a good girl, aren't you?"
Priya blushed at his words, her heart pounding in her chest.
Do you like how Riya dresses? Would you like to dress like Riya? He asked , his eyes roaming over her body.
Priya looked down at her simple sari, then back up at Rahul. "I-I don't know, sir," she stammered. "I've never really thought about it. And Riya always gives me her sarees, and blouses once they get a bit worn"
Rahul reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "Yes, I know that, Priya, but what about your other clothes? The ones you wear inside?” His eyes looking at her.
I bet you have to wear simple cotton ones. You cannot afford the ones like Riya, right? He whispered.
Priya was a bit alarmed. How did Rahul know what she wanted. She used to caress priya’s panties when she folded them for her. The silky touch would feel magical… She used to imagine how it would feel if she was wearing them… Rahul’s eyes were locked onto hers as he waited for her answer.
“Well, Priya,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I think you should try something new. Something sexy.”
Priya’s breath hitched as she looked at Rahul, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never thought about wearing something sexy before. She had always been so focused on taking care of Riya and Raj that she had never considered her own desires.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rahul smiled wickedly, his eyes never leaving hers.
I mean, I can gift you the stuff that you yearn..
” Rahul said, his voice low and husky. “I can see it in your eyes, Priya. You want to feel desirable, don't you?"
Priya blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been spoken to like this before. She had never felt this kind of desire, this kind of hunger.
Rahul's smile widened, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. "Then this is for you," he said, handing it to her.
Priya took the box, her hands shaking as she opened it. Inside, she found a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra.
but her puritanical nature would not allow her to take a gift given to her as if she was a beggar. She returned the box. Sorry, I I can’t take this… I am not a charity case… I am a married woman…
Rahul just left the box between them. And smiled, married? Where is your husband? Have you enjoyed intimacy for the last few years?
I am gifting you these, not because I look at you as a charity case. You are a beautiful woman, and I would just like to help you feel better about your body. Look at the blouse you are wearing… it does not do justice to your figure. Am I wrong? Rahul asked, his voice low and husky. He leaned in closer to Priya, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her breath hitched as she looked at him.
No, you're not wrong, Priya whispered, her voice barely audible. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Rahul's fingers brushed against her cheek.
Rahul smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her neck. You're a beautiful woman, Priya, he said, his voice low and husky. And I want to help you feel better about yourself.
I want to make you feel desirable, Priya. I want to make you feel like the beautiful woman you are.
Priya's breath hitched as Rahul's fingers trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and finally resting on the swell of her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath his touch, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan.
Rahul withdrew. He said, keep this box with you. I will be back over the week end. If you don’t want it, return it to me. Else…
else what? Priya asked.
"Else what?"
Rahul's smile turned wicked, and he leaned in closer to Priya. "Else," he whispered, "you will be wearing the set when I come over the weekend”.
and he bent down and gave her a quick kiss. And got up and left.
Priya was left alone in the living room, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down at the box on the coffee table, then back up at the door Rahul had just exited through. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Rahul had touched her, kissed her, and offered her lingerie. She felt a warmth spreading through her body, settling between her legs.
She picked up the box and opened it, looking at the black lace panties and bra. She had never owned anything so sexy, so daring. She ran her fingers over the soft lace, imagining how it would feel against her skin. She could feel her nipples hardening at the thought.