ANIDITA- 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙚

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BONDITA

It’s been two weeks.
Time flies so fast... almost too fast.
I can hardly believe that I’ve been working at The Count for that long. Honestly, I’m learning so much. But with my boss—who also happens to be my ridiculously talented husband—how could I not?

Still... I can’t shake this nagging feeling. Every time I step into his office, my mind wanders back to that moment. I can't look at his desk the same way anymore. God, why can’t I stop thinking about it? About what we did... no, what he did.

Anirudh fucked me there. Not just fucked, no... we had sex right there on his desk. I never in my wildest dreams thought my first day at work would lead to that. It was so different from anything I’d ever imagined.

He took me from behind, and oh god... the way he used my back hole. Ughhh. I don’t want to think about it, but I can’t help it. It was such a new feeling. Sure, Anirudh had used my pussy before, but... my asshole? That was on another level. So fucking unbearable. Why am I even swearing like this?!

Shut it, Bondita!!!

But, no... I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about the way his finger pushed into my virgin back hole, the pressure... the pain. Maybe both? Yeah, definitely both. If I felt that exposed with just his finger... God knows how I’ll feel when he uses his cock. Ugh, his pines.

Shut up, Bondita!
Don’t think about it!

But how can I not? He’s been so busy lately, barely even sparing a glance at me. It’s driving me crazy. I know he’s focused on his work—on women’s education—but my body doesn’t care. My pussy doesn’t care. It’s throbbing, aching for his touch. I sound like I’m addicted, and maybe... maybe I am.

I let out a heavy sigh, trying to focus on the book in front of me, but it’s useless. I’m wet. So damn wet. I should stop reading these kinds of books, but no matter how many pages I turn, my thoughts keep drifting back to him.

After a while, I toss the book aside and glance at the clock. 12:33. He’s late. Today, I left work on time, but Anirudh stayed behind, drowning in his endless sea of paperwork. When he dropped me off, his face was tense, filled with anger. I didn’t ask why. I should have, but I stayed quiet, letting the silence fill the space between us.

He’s working too hard. I can see it in his eyes. Maybe it’s stress... maybe something else. But whatever it is, I wish he’d let me in.

I’ve been waiting... waiting... and waiting. My eyes are heavy now, threatening to close as the minutes tick by. And eventually, they do.

I don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours, but the soft creak of the door opening jolts me awake. Even before I see him, his familiar scent fills the air, and my heart skips a beat. Anirudh is here. Finally.

I blink, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, and there he is. Without thinking, I jump up from the bed, a huge smile spreading across my face. My legs practically move on their own, rushing toward him. He looks exhausted—his face weary, his shoulders slumped—but still, undeniably, breathtakingly handsome.

Before I can say a word, he steps forward, closing the distance between us, and pulls me into a tight embrace. I gasp, surprised by the sudden closeness, feeling the strength of his arms wrap around me, the heat of his body pressing against mine.

His breath is warm against my neck, and for a moment, I forget everything—how late it is, how tired he looks, how restless I’ve been waiting for him. All I can think about is this moment, feeling him against me, the way my body instantly responds to his touch.