Chapter 4: Becoming His Personal Slut

Over the next few months, Zavian and Sara’s secret relationship turned into a full-blown addiction. He drove down to Mumbai from his city once or twice every week, sometimes making the long journey just for a few hours with her. Every single visit ended the same way — in a hotel room where he fucked her senseless.

At first, Sara would wait anxiously for his messages. As soon as he confirmed the hotel booking, she would shave herself smooth, oil her body, and pick out new lingerie sets she had started buying secretly — red lace babydolls, black crotchless panties, sheer white bralettes that made her perky tits look irresistible, and tiny thongs that barely covered anything.

The sex grew more intense with every meeting.

The moment the door closed, Zavian would grab her by the throat and push her against the wall. “Missed this slutty body,” he’d growl, ripping her dress up to see the sexy lingerie underneath. “Fuck, you dressed up like a whore for me again.”

He’d bend her over the bed, yank her thong aside, and slam his thick cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Sara would scream in pleasure, already dripping wet. He fucked her harder every time — pounding her with deep, violent strokes, slapping her ass red, pulling her hair, and choking her while he railed her.

Sara had become insatiable. She started moaning his name even when he wasn’t there.