Chapter 37: Rohan Preps Shweta for Her Meeting

The movie was in its climax stage when Rohan and Madhuri came out of the bedroom. They watched it together then the girls got ready to go.

“Did you bring your driver?” He asked Madhuri.

“No, we came in Shweta’s car.” Madhuri said “She drove.”

Rohan took Shweta’s wrist and pulled her to him “Well, Shweta is staying here tonight.”

“I am?” Shweta smiled.

“Yes, darling. I will need to prep you for tomorrow’s meeting and you will go to the meeting with me from here.”

All four of them knew that Rohan was going to fuck Shweta all night, but it was a little white lie to keep appearances.

“Ok. As you say, boss.” Shweta grinned.

“You two have been drinking, we all have.” Rohan looked at Madhuri and Manushi “I will call my driver. He will drop you home.”

“Rohan, we can manage. We are not that drunk.” Madhuri said.

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her to stand in front of him “You are precious merchandise, both of you. And this merchandise belongs to me. Who does it belong to?”

“You.” Madhuri said, her breath immediately heavy at his dominant treatment in front of her daughter.

“Of course, we belong to you, baby.” Manushi said.

“So, I will decide what steps are necessary to protect my property. Is that clear?”

“Very clear, baby.” Manushi said.

Madhuri caressed his cheek “You are such a sweetheart.”

Rohan called his driver who reported back in 10 minutes that he was downstairs. Rohan and Shweta went to see them off in the lobby.

“When will I have you in me again, baby?” Manushi clung to him.

“The question should be when will you see me again.” He smiled, holding her in his arms.

She shook her head “No, baby, I will be thinking about your dick all the time until I have it in me again.”

“I will fuck you every time I see you, stupid girl.” He kissed her lips softly.

“Oh, mmmmm, then when will I see you again?”

He squeezed her ass “I will try tomorrow.”

“Kal meri gaand maaroge?” She said softly “kai din se nahin maari tumne. I love it when you make me cry.”

[Will you fuck my ass tomorrow? You haven’t fucked it in a while.]

Rohan grinned “We will try for that tomorrow.”

He said bye to Madhuri. She hugged him and whispered in his ear “Thank you for marking your cumdump. I came only to bring you Shweta, but you made my day. Thank you so much.”

“You are welcome.” He squeezed her ass as he helped her into the car.

Finally, they left. Rohan and Shweta got back into the lift to go up to his flat.

She clung to him in the lift pressing him into the wall as he pressed her soft, warm body into him “Tonight, I am your property, aren’t I?”

“Not just tonight, darling.” He smiled and closed his arms around her slender form.

“Mmmm, but tonight you will break me and mould me as your bitch?” She looked in his eyes “That’s the plan, right?”

“Something like that.” He grinned.

As soon as they got back into the flat, Rohan said “Shweta, dress off, nangi ho jao.”

“Ji, Sir.” Shweta took off her dress and dropped it on the sofa.

“No, go and hang it in the bedroom. You will need it tomorrow.” He said “And bring your files.”

The outer walls of his penthouse flat were made of glass. The drapes were open. There were lights on inside. Shweta didn’t know if anyone could see inside or not but she felt very exposed walking around naked. It made her body buzz with a low-voltage current. She came back with the files. Rohan was naked and sitting on the sofa. A moan escaped her lips as she saw his long, hard cock erect between his legs like a flagpole.

He patted his thighs “Come, Shweta.”

She walked up to him and straddled him as he guided. She put her knees on the sofa on either side of him. He placed his cockhead on her pussy hole, grabbed her hips and pushed up. She yelped as he entered her so casually. But he didn’t let her stop. He rubbed her soft, smooth back as he looked in her eyes “Lower, darling. Take it in.”

“It’s too big, Rohan.” Shweta whimpered, already breathless from the pain his invading beast was causing in her pussy. The pain was travelling all over her body and making her joints feel like they were filled with jelly.

Rohan lifted his hand and slapped her left breast. Shweta yelped as her heavy breast bounced from his blow. Her body felt a hot current flow through it. He closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked the breast that he had just hit.

He looked at Shweta’s gorgeous face. She was breathless and looking down at him. Her chest was heaving and she was panting, while she looked suspiciously at him. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her next and it was making her pussy pulse uncontrollably.

“I don’t want any misunderstanding, Shweta,” He punctuated his sentence by slapping her right breast. Shweta yelped as this breast bounced even harder than the other. He continued “You are going to be my bitch. Completely my bitch,” he sucked her right breast and her nipple tha was burning from his blow felt soothed but at the same buzzed with a hot current. He looked at her again “not my bitch on Mondays, or when it suits you, no, you will be my bitch, completely, all the time.”

As he was speaking, he was rolling his hips and Shweta could not do anything as he stuffed more of his meaty beast up into her tight cunt. He was taking her breath away and she already knew that she was helpless in his hands.

He held her full, heavy tits in his hands and squeezed them as he continued to fuck her in and out, jamming more of his throbbing meat pole into her wet, hot pussy. Shweta moaned and squirmed on his cock.

“Do you understand that, Shweta?” He said and slapped her left breast before she could reply.

“Ah!” Shweta was finding her body getting hotter and her pussy pulsed harder it wanted to be stuffed deeper regardless of pain “Yes, Rohan. Yes, Sir. I understand. I am your bitch now. I understand that.”

“I will be making the decisions in your life,” He squeezed her tits again and slapped her right breast this time “both business and personal.”

Shweta was riding his cock non-step now up and down, taking his throbbing monster deep into her pussy, feeling it stretch her tight cunt, but still taking it deeper even though it was making her groan with every massive inch that penetrated her.

“Yes, baby. Main aap ki kutiya hoon ab. Jo aap kahoge main karoongi.” She felt his cock slide in deeper and hit her cervix. She had to blink several time to clear the tears from her eyes “Ah, ma! Aap ke kabze mein rahoongi. Jab aap ka mann karega aap chodoge mujhe. Sirf aap mere maalik ho, main aap ki personal kutiya hoon.”

[I will do what you tell me. I will be in your possession. You will nail me whenever you feel like it. Only you are my owner, I am your personal bitch.]

He pressing his mouth on her breast and sucked it while he squeezed the other, then he swapped between them. Shweta was moving faster, riding his cock like a wild whore, taking him fully deep in her cunt now. She was loving to make her pussy hurt by pushing her ass down so much that his cock would sink fully deep in her cunt and slam into her cervix. The electric currents were rising and she was feeling completely careless and wild.

Rohan kneaded her ass cheeks and kept her in his strong grip as he drilled her cunt hard and deep “You should not have come to me if you didn’t want me to own you, Shweta. Now there’s no choice for you. Now you are going to be my property.”

“But I wanted you to own me, Rohan,” Shweta was panting as she could feel her orgasm so close she could taste it in her throat “I wanted you to break me and make me your bitch. I have fantasised about you for so long.”

“You have?” He knew he had been wanting to nail this gorgeous goddess for a long time but it was news to him what she was telling him.

Shweta nodded “Yes, baby. Yes, that time ... you gave me a lift ... oh, ma!” She forgot what she was saying as her pussy exploded so hard that that her whole body felt like it was full of a strong current. She rode his cock and helped him pound her hard as she came all over his powerful, hard cock and soaked it in her cum all the way to the base.

He gripped her ass cheeks and kneaded them hard as he fucked her forcefully deep. His fingers crushed her firmly sculpted buttocks while his cock demolished her pussy like a battering ram smashing through a city gate. Shweta was yelping with his strokes but she didn’t want him to stop. She told him so.

“Mmmm, don’t stop, baby. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like a whore. Your whore.” She grabbed his head and pressed his mouth on her breast then moaned when he sucked it so hard that her nipple buzzed with hot erotic pain “God, baby. Chodo apni kutiya bana ke. I want this baby. Tumhari kutiya banna hai. I love your cock, baby. I will welcome him in me any time. You can fuck me any time, anywhere. Tumhara jab mann kare, jahan mann meri le sakte ho. Main mana nahin karoongi. Main kar nahin sakti. Main to tumhari property hoon.”

[I want to be your bitch. You can fuck me whenever, wherever you feel like it. I won’t say no, I can’t say no. I am just your property.]

Rohan sucked and slapped her tits. He squeezed them hard and made her moan. He pinched her nipples and pulled them. He spanked her ass. Shweta submitted to all his use. Her orgasm was making her helpless in his hands and his hands were making her orgasm last longer.

“Oh, god, baby,” She lowered her forehead on his, still panting as her orgasm slowly subsided “that time you gave me a lift. I wanted to ... I wanted to...”

He knew what instance she was talking about. One evening he had given her a lift to a family wedding function. She had been wearing a very skimpy backless blouse with two noodle straps. It was silver with sequins all over it. Her saree was a silver chiffon with some sequin patterns on the pallu. On the way somehow her pallu had become entangled in the sequins on her blouse. Rohan had had to stop on a deserted road to help her sort it out.