Chapter 11

Ahmed’s newfound power over Divya ignited a fire he never knew he possessed. The once-snobbish lawyer, towering in her heels with that sharp intellect and unapproachable beauty, had dismissed him like dirt under her arrogance in the Supreme Court corridors. Judges quaked at her arguments; clerks like him faded into the background. But now, with Aliyah’s leaked secrets as his weapon, Ahmed held her leash—literally. Divya’s big septum ring, hidden by a retainer in public, became his favorite tool. ‘Always carry it in your purse,’ he ordered after that first house session, his voice low and commanding as he zipped up. ‘And the chain. I’ll use your mouth whenever I want, near the court or not.’ Divya nodded, her eyes downcast, but inside, the thrill pulsed through her veins like liquid fire. She craved this fall from grace, the blackmail a delicious excuse for her masochistic hunger.

The routine started the very next day. Ahmed texted her during a lunch break: Park your Rolls Royce behind the court annex. Now. Divya’s heart hammered as she slipped into the luxury sedan, the leather seats cool against her silk blouse. She pulled out the septum ring from her purse, a thick silver hoop that pierced through the tender cartilage, and swapped it for the retainer with trembling fingers. The metal tugged at her nostrils as she threaded the leash chain through it, coiling the end neatly. Minutes later, Ahmed rapped on the tinted window, sliding into the passenger seat with a smirk. ‘Good slut. Show me.’ Divya lifted her kurta, exposing the piercing. He snatched the leash, clipping it to the ring and yanking hard. The pull stretched her septum forward, pain blooming sharp and immediate. She moaned, tears pricking her eyes, but her lips parted eagerly.

Ahmed unzipped, his cock springing thick and veined, already hard from the power rush. ‘Suck.’ He jerked the leash tighter, forcing her face down onto his lap. Divya’s mouth engulfed him, tongue piercing scraping along the underside as she bobbed. The chain bit deeper with each thrust, her big nose distorting, nostrils flaring wide. She cried out around his shaft, saliva dripping, but sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks. Ahmed gripped the leash like reins, pulling until her septum threatened to tear. ‘Cry for me, rich bitch. You ignored men like me for years.’ Tears streamed down her face, smearing mascara, as he rammed deeper, the head hitting her throat. By the time he grunted and unleashed ropes of cum straight into her stomach, Divya was a sobbing mess, the ring yanked so cruelly it felt like it might rip free. He held it there, making her swallow every drop, then released with a threat: ‘Next time, I cut it off if you hesitate.’ She gasped for air, wiping her face, but her pussy throbbed with need. Handing over 10,000 rupees from her wallet, she whispered, ‘Yes, sir.’