Chapter 27: Malika's Second House (light R-18)

Shalini's heart thumped like a wild animal as she stepped through the arched wooden gate. Malika's so-called second house was actually a cozy, dimly lit villa at the edge of town, hidden behind high walls and fragrant bougainvillea. The air felt different here — richer, charged, like an invitation to break all rules.

Malika was waiting at the door in a black silk robe, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a sly grin dancing on her lips.

"You made it, Shalu," she purred, giving her friend a quick, conspiratorial hug that smelled of perfume and sin. "Welcome to freedom."

Shalini felt her knees go weak. She had wrapped herself in a deep purple saree with a plunging backless blouse, every movement threatening to expose even more of her skin. The idea made her head spin with a dangerous thrill.

"Come inside," Malika coaxed, leading her through a soft-lit corridor lined with plush carpets. Music pulsed low in the background — slow, sensuous beats that made Shalini's hips sway in time.

They sat together on a velvet couch in the living room, the smell of sandalwood and expensive alcohol thick in the air. Malika poured her a neat shot of whiskey.

"Drink," she ordered softly, brushing Shalini's cheek with a teasing touch. "Tonight is for you."

Shalini raised the glass to her lips, her fingers trembling. The burn of the liquor set fire to her chest, chasing away any last doubts.

Malika laughed in approval. "Atta girl. Now… let me introduce you to Ayu."

A soft sound behind them made Shalini turn. From the shadows stepped a tall, lithe young man — no older than twenty, with soft skin, a warm boyish smile, and eager eyes. He wore nothing but loose cotton pajama pants, exposing a lean, toned torso and the faint outline of desire beneath the cloth.

"Namaste, ma'am," Ayu said shyly, his voice gentle but hungry. "Malika told me you might… need company."

Shalini's mouth went dry. Malika leaned close, her lips brushing Shalini's ear.

"He's very talented," Malika whispered, her hand sliding under the pallu of Shalini's saree to graze her bare waist. "And very obedient. Tell him anything you want."

Shalini's head spun. Her nipples tightened under the flimsy blouse, heat flooding her lower belly. She could still taste Ravi and Prayush's earlier worship on her skin, and now this boy — a stranger — was looking at her with pure, unfiltered hunger.

"Go on," Malika urged, pushing Shalini's shoulder lightly. "Talk to him."

Shalini steadied her breath. "Come here, Ayu," she commanded softly.

He approached, eyes locked on her face, but darting lower to her plunging neckline. Shalini did not bother to cover herself. Instead, she shifted slightly so her bare back was fully visible, letting the boy drink her in.

"Would you like to… serve me?" she asked, voice barely a whisper.

"Yes, ma'am," Ayu breathed, stepping closer until she could smell the fresh soap on his skin.

"Then start with my feet," she ordered, her voice steady but full of secret trembling.

Malika chuckled from the other side of the couch, swirling her whiskey. "Good choice."

Ayu dropped to his knees, hands shaking as he untied the delicate sandal straps around Shalini's ankles. He lifted her feet gently, placing them in his lap, and began kissing them, soft and reverent. His lips worshipped each toe, then traced along her delicate arches, sending a shiver up her spine.

"Harder," she whispered, growing bolder.

He obeyed, licking between her toes, then teasing the soft pad of her foot with a slow, hungry tongue. Shalini closed her eyes, letting the sensation travel straight to her core, breathing deep as her thighs quivered.

Malika leaned forward, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Look at you, Shalu… you're glowing."

Shalini swallowed, the taste of whiskey still sharp on her tongue. She felt Ayu's warm mouth moving along her ankles, then up her calf, gently nibbling the tender skin, worshipping as if she were a goddess.

A dangerous heat built inside her. Let him go higher, the voice in her mind whispered, and she almost gave in — but she remembered Malika's promise. Save something for later.

Shalini gently pulled her foot away, leaving Ayu blinking in confusion.

"Enough for now," she said, regaining a bit of her composure. "Stand up."

He obeyed instantly, waiting for her next command.

Malika clapped softly, delighted. "You handle him well. Now come, let's show you the rest of the house."

They led her down a candlelit hallway. Each room had soft curtains, dim colored bulbs, and plush bedding. One room had chains bolted into the walls. Another had mirrors covering every inch of space. Shalini's stomach flipped.

"People come here," Malika explained calmly, "to be their truest selves. No rules, no shame. If you want Ayu, or anyone else, you take them. No questions."

Shalini felt her legs tremble, a wave of pure need crashing over her.

"I don't know if I can…" she began.

Malika kissed her cheek, reassuring but fiery. "You can. You want to."

Ayu stepped forward again, eyes soft, hands open. "Ma'am, I'm yours tonight. However you wish."

Shalini looked at his lips, so close, and then glanced down at her own saree. The blouse clung to her chest, threatening to spill her secrets. A boldness, born of whiskey and weeks of suppressed desire, rose up in her.

"Come closer," she ordered.

Ayu moved until his breath touched her lips. She placed one hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his youth. Then she leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, then deeper, letting her tongue taste him.

He moaned into her mouth, kissing her back with a desperation that made her feel worshipped, adored. Malika watched approvingly, sipping her drink, her eyes glittering with mischief.

Shalini broke the kiss, gasping. "You may… taste me," she whispered, shocking even herself.

Ayu fell to his knees again, his face buried against the folds of her saree, inhaling her scent like a starved pilgrim. He kissed the skin just above her waistband, sending another rush of heat through her blood.

Malika's voice rang soft behind her, like a devil on her shoulder: "Welcome to the edge, Shalu."

Shalini shivered, then let her head fall back, her body melting into the moment, surrendering.

Yes, she thought, her mind spinning with a mix of fear and wild, hungry relief. I am ready to cross this line.

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