Chapter 11: The Master's Mark
The soreness between my legs the next morning was a brand. A receipt. Proof. I walked through the apartment, the phantom ache a secret I carried under my cheap office sari. Rohan was already at the table, shoveling down poha, oblivious. The same useless hands that couldn’t find their way inside me now clutched a coffee mug. I watched him and felt nothing but a cold, clean contempt.
He’d left a mark, but Vishal had left the territory changed.
Two days later, the text came. Not from Vishal. From Sauni. He wants to see us. My place. Tonight. My heart didn’t flutter. It hardened. Like a knot pulled tight. This was the next move. I knew it. She’d been too quiet since that first time at her place, watching me with Vishal with those hungry, jealous eyes. She thought she was calling the shots because she’d gone first. She thought her ‘wide back’ and desperate gratitude gave her some kind of seniority.
She was about to learn.
Her apartment smelled of cheap air freshener trying to mask stale curry. No jasmine here. The living room was dim, the main light a single, harsh bulb in the kitchen. Vishal sat in the only armchair, king of his shabby court. He already had a drink in his hand. He looked different here. Softer around the edges, more sure of himself. The fear from my bedroom was gone, replaced by that familiar, lazy arrogance.
Sauni stood by the kitchen counter, wringing her hands. She was wearing a new kurta, something too bright, too tight across her broad back. She looked like she was trying to fold in on herself.
“Sir,” I said, not looking at Sauni. I dropped my bag by the door.
“Divya.” He took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes traveling over me, from my face down to my sandals and back up. It was a proprietary look. The look of a man assessing something he already owns. “Sauni here was just reminding me of our… arrangement. The raise paperwork, she says, is still ‘processing’.” He made air quotes with his free hand. The bastard.
Sauni’s gaze flicked to me, pleading. Do something.
I smiled. A slow, easy smile. “Paperwork is so slow, Sir. But we’re not here to talk about paperwork, are we?” I walked towards him, stopping just in front of his chair. I could feel Sauni’s tension from across the room. I kept my eyes locked on Vishal. “We’re here to provide… exceptional service.”
His lips curved. “And what does that look like tonight?”
“Whatever you want it to look like.” I let my gaze drop to his crotch. He was already half-hard. Predictable. I reached for the hem of my kurti and pulled it over my head in one smooth motion. I stood there in just my jeans and bra. The air was cool on my skin. “Sauni. Come here.”
She jumped, then shuffled forward, her eyes wide.
“Take your clothes off,” I told her, my voice flat. Not a request. An instruction.
She hesitated, her hands fluttering to her chest. She glanced at Vishal, seeking permission. He just watched, amused, sipping his drink. That small betrayal—her looking to him—solidified my resolve. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her new kurta. She let it fall to the floor. Her bra was a practical, beige thing. Her panties matched. She stood there, hunched, trying to cover her stomach with her arms.
“All of it,” I said.
She obeyed, fumbling with the clasps. Soon she was just as naked as I was, her body pale and soft in the dim light. She looked terrified. And excited. The same conflicted mess she always was.
“Now him,” I nodded towards Vishal.
She knelt, her movements clumsy. She undid his belt, her fingers shaking as she pulled down his zipper. He lifted his hips to help her, his eyes never leaving me. She tugged his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick and already fully erect. He didn’t look soft anywhere else.
“Good,” I purred. I unclasped my own bra, let it drop. I pushed my jeans and panties down my legs, stepping out of them. Now we were both naked before him. A matched set. I saw the raw hunger in Sauni’s eyes as she stared at his dick, so close to her face. She wanted it. She was just too scared to take it.
“Sir,” I said, kneeling down in front of him, mirroring Sauni. The rough carpet scratched my knees. “Let me show you what we’re worth.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He groaned, his head falling back against the chair. I worked him, deep and slow, using my tongue, my throat. I made it wet. Messy. Audible. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sauni watching, mesmerized, her lips parted. I pulled back, letting him pop from my lips with a slick sound. A string of saliva connected my mouth to his glistening tip.
I looked at Sauni. “Your turn.”
She flinched. “I… I don’t…”
“You do,” I cut her off, my voice low and firm. “You want to. Now taste him.”
Her eyes darted to Vishal’s face. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. That was all the permission she needed. She lunged forward, eager now, and wrapped her lips around him. She was clumsy, over-eager, no rhythm. But she was trying. She was fucking trying so hard it was pathetic. I watched her bob her head, her wide back flexing, her hands gripping his thighs. She was lost in it.
After a minute, I put a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. She looked up at me, dazed, her mouth wet.
“Not yet,” I said. I looked at Vishal. “Stand up.”
He did, kicking his trousers aside. He was a tall man, and naked, he dominated the shabby room. I lay down on the floor right there in front of his armchair. The carpet fibers dug into my back. I spread my legs, put my hands behind my head. An offering.
“Sauni,” I said, looking up at the stained ceiling. “Come here.”
She crawled over to me, on her hands and knees. “What?”
“Sit on my face.”
She froze. “What? Divya, no, I can’t—”
“You can. You will.” I turned my head to look at her. “Or do you not want your raise? Do you want to go back to being the invisible, unmarried one forever?”
The blow landed. I saw it in the way her face crumpled for a second before hardening with resolve. She was so easy to manipulate. She moved, clumsily swinging a leg over my head, lowering herself until her pussy was hovering over my mouth. I could smell her—nervous and musky. I gripped her hips and pulled her down.
I ate her out with a brutal, detached efficiency. My tongue working her clit, diving inside her. It wasn’t for her pleasure. It was a demonstration. A lesson. She gasped above me, her body trembling, her hands braced on the floor by my shoulders. She was moaning, little choked sounds. I glanced over at Vishal. He was watching, stroking himself, his eyes dark with a vicious thrill. This was what he wanted. To see us debase ourselves for him. For a few extra rupees.
When I felt her body start to tense, her thighs clamping around my head, I pushed her off. She collapsed onto the carpet beside me, breathing heavily, flushed and confused.
“Now,” I said, sitting up. I looked at Vishal. “I want you to fuck me. From behind. Like an animal. And I want her to watch.”
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He loved this. The staging. The direction. He got off on being the instrument of our humiliation.
“On your hands and knees,” he commanded.
I got into position, my ass in the air, facing the worn fabric of the armchair. I heard him move behind me. Then his hands were on my hips, rough, possessive. He didn’t tease. He didn’t prepare me. He just shoved himself inside in one brutal, tearing thrust.
I cried out, my back arching. It hurt. A deep, full ache. But I pushed back against him, meeting his force with my own. “Yes,” I hissed. “Just like that.”
He set a punishing rhythm, slamming into me, his balls slapping against my skin. The sound was raw, animalistic. I dropped my head, my hair swinging, and looked over at Sauni. She was sitting up, knees drawn to her chest, watching us with wide, shocked eyes. Her mouth was open. She was horrified. And she was captivated.
“See?” I grunted, the words punched out of me with each of his thrusts. “This… this is what it takes, Sauni. This is the price.”
Vishal’s breathing was a ragged growl behind me. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, sure to leave bruises. I hoped they did. I wanted the marks. Proof of the transaction.
“I’m close,” he grunted, his pace becoming erratic, frantic.
“Not inside me,” I panted. “On me. On my tits.”
With a final, shuddering thrust, he pulled out. His hot cum shot across my back, my ass, in thick, sticky stripes. He groaned, long and low, his body trembling as he emptied himself onto my skin.
He stepped back, breathing heavily. I stayed on my hands and knees, feeling the wet, cooling streaks on my skin. I looked down at the mess on my stomach and breasts. Then I looked at Sauni.
“Clean it up,” I said, my voice hoarse.
She stared, uncomprehending.
“Lick it off me,” I clarified, my tone leaving no room for argument. “His cum. All of it. Show him how grateful you are.”
For a moment, I thought she would refuse. I saw the revulsion war with the desperation in her eyes. The desperation won. She crawled over to me, her head bowed. Her tongue, timid at first, then more determined, licked a stripe from my navel up between my breasts. She cleaned his spend from my skin, her eyes squeezed shut, swallowing it down. It was the most degrading thing I’d ever seen. And the most powerful.
When she was done, she sat back on her heels, unable to look at either of us.
Vishal zipped his trousers. He looked down at the two of us—one kneeling, one on all fours, both covered in the evidence of his use. He looked… satisfied. Complete.
“The paperwork,” he said, adjusting his cuffs, his voice back to its professional, managerial calm. “It’ll be on your desks Monday morning.” He picked up his jacket from the back of the chair and walked out without another word.
The door clicked shut.
The silence he left behind was heavier than the noise. Sauni finally opened her eyes. They were filled with tears. Of shame? Of triumph? I couldn’t tell.
I got to my feet, my body sore, used, buzzing. I walked to my pile of clothes and started to dress. I didn’t look at her.
“We got it,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
“We got something,” I said, pulling my kurti over my head. The fabric felt rough against my sensitive skin. I looked at her, at the naked, broken hope on her face. “Don’t for a second think it was worth it.”
I picked up my bag and left her there on the floor, in the smell of sex and regret and cheap air freshener. The raise was guaranteed now. But the cost was still being tallied. And I had a feeling the final bill was going to be much, much higher than any of us had imagined.