Chapter 28: Taste of Desire (light r-18)

Shalini's lips tingled from Ayu's kiss, still tasting faintly of whiskey and raw, youthful heat. His hands hovered at her waist, unsure, eager, trembling. She could feel his warm breath against the bare skin above her petticoat, each exhale sending waves of goosebumps across her stomach.

"Relax," she whispered, letting her voice soften into a husky purr. "I won't break."

Malika chuckled from her chair, swirling her whiskey with a knowing grin. "He worships you already, Shalu. Let him show you."

Ayu swallowed visibly, then lowered his face again, pressing another delicate kiss to her stomach just above the petticoat's drawstring. The brush of his lips made Shalini's thighs clench, and she steadied herself by gripping the back of his head.

"Slower," she breathed, guiding him.

He obeyed, planting a trail of reverent, burning kisses along her waistline. Every touch felt like a sinful brand, lighting small fires across her flesh. Shalini let out a shaky sigh, her chest heaving under the thin purple blouse, threatening to spill free from the tight knots.

His lips moved with a hypnotic gentleness, tracing patterns, tasting her skin, until he reached the spot just above her hip bone. There he paused, eyes flicking up to hers for permission.

Shalini nodded, breathless. "Go on."

Ayu's tongue darted out to lap against her hip, the sudden wet heat making her jump and laugh softly. He took that as a sign to go bolder, licking across her skin in wider, wetter strokes, drawing dizzy circles that made her toes curl.

Malika leaned closer, enjoying the show. "How does it feel, Shalu?"

Shalini's voice was unsteady. "Like… like I'm being worshipped," she confessed, half-lost in the haze of sensation.

"Good," Malika encouraged. "Let him worship you, completely."

Emboldened by their words, Ayu shifted closer, pressing his lips down her side, kissing over and over, then daring to taste the soft hollow between her ribs. His warm mouth, mixed with the light scratch of his breath, sent a shock through Shalini's entire body.

She lifted her arms a bit, and Ayu took the silent cue. He leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against the tender undercurve of her exposed underarm. The intimacy of it made her tremble. His tongue followed, a shy, reverent swipe along her delicate skin, and Shalini gasped, torn between shock and raw desire.

"Don't stop," she whispered, surprising herself with the boldness.

He obeyed, kissing her armpit again, tasting the faint musk of her perfume and sweat, eyes wide with reverence. Shalini felt a dark thrill bloom inside her — she'd never let any man taste her there before, and it made something forbidden spark to life.

Malika sipped her drink, eyes glittering. "You see, Shalu? They want to adore every inch of you. There's nothing dirty about being worshipped."

Shalini felt her spine arch as Ayu licked once more, then moved back to kiss lower on her waist. She cupped his face with her hand, feeling a strange tenderness for his devotion, then guided him back to her feet.

"Kiss them," she ordered softly.

He took her ankle in his hands, gentle as a prayer, and pressed his lips against her foot with an awe-struck reverence. He kissed along her arch, over each toe, then sucked gently on the tip of her smallest toe, making Shalini's breath catch in her throat.

The sight made something raw and thrilling burst through her. She wanted to give more.

"Malika," she called, voice hoarse, "I need another drink."

Malika smirked, pouring her a fresh glass. Shalini gulped it in one go, letting the burn fortify her courage.

Ayu's lips had moved to her heel now, licking gently, warm tongue dancing across her skin. The submissive worship made Shalini's body ache, a deep, impossible ache.

Suddenly she had a flash of Ravi and Prayush from earlier in the day, their own eager eyes drinking in her curves, their fumbling teenage desire clashing against Ayu's polished, gentle reverence.

They want me too, she thought, and a dark, reckless excitement filled her.

She turned to Malika. "I want to… let them taste me too. Like this."

Malika clapped with delight. "Yes, yes, my Shalu! That's the spirit."

Shalini's mind buzzed with whiskey, temptation, and weeks of pent-up hunger. She pictured tomorrow's coaching, saw Ravi and Prayush dropping their eyes to her new tight leggings, and felt a raw heat flood her belly.

I will let them, she thought, one day soon.

But tonight, Ayu was hers.

Shalini leaned down, lifting his chin with a sultry smile. "Kiss me properly," she commanded.

He stood, steadying himself, and kissed her mouth — softly, almost worshipful, like a man kissing a living idol. Shalini deepened it, letting her tongue slip against his, tasting every ounce of his youthful heat.

Their mouths tangled for long, breathless seconds, until she broke away and whispered, "Undress me."

His hands shook as he untied her saree pleats, letting the purple silk fall in a rustle around her legs. He peeled the blouse off carefully, eyes lingering on the curve of her breasts as they strained against a tiny, black bralette.

Ayu gasped, as if seeing a goddess unveiled.

Shalini smiled, heart pounding. "Touch me," she ordered, and he obeyed, letting his fingertips graze her belly, then travel up to cup the swell of her breasts through the thin bralette.

A soft moan slipped from Shalini's throat as he brushed his thumbs over her hardened nipples. The rush of being exposed, admired, and worshipped made her dizzy with power.

Malika laughed softly from the couch, swirling her drink again. "Look at you, Shalu. Finally alive."

Shalini felt a hot blush on her cheeks, but she didn't stop. She raised one arm, exposing her underarm again, and whispered, "Taste me there."

Ayu dropped his mouth back to her underarm, tongue warm and eager. Shalini trembled, almost overwhelmed at the raw intimacy of it, the faint taste of sweat mixing with her perfume as Ayu sucked gently, almost reverently.

This is mine, she thought wildly. My power. My pleasure.

Her mind spun with dangerous possibility — how far she could go, how far she wanted to go.

Malika's house, with its heavy curtains, scented candles, and soft music, was the perfect place to finally break every rule she'd clung to. And tomorrow, she'd still have Ravi and Prayush — eager, hungry, ready to taste her again.

Her heart pounded as Ayu knelt before her once more, worshipping her feet, kissing every toe with trembling devotion. Malika leaned closer, voice a low purr:

"Next time, Shalu, let them all taste you. Tonight is just the beginning."

Shalini closed her eyes, letting Ayu's tongue flick over her arch, feeling her soul catch fire.

Yes, she thought, tomorrow, I will let them have more.

Ayu's warm breath against her bare feet made Shalini's heart hammer. The sensation was electric, forbidden, raw — something she had never dared allow from any man before. She bit her lower lip, feeling each flick of his tongue across her instep, each kiss on her arch like a secret brand on her soul.

Malika shifted on the couch, raising a brow. "He's thorough, isn't he?"

Shalini could only nod, chest rising and falling as Ayu worshipped every toe with a gentle, hungry reverence. Her mind screamed that this was wrong, that a married woman — a teacher — should never allow this. But her body overruled every rule she'd ever clung to.

Ayu moved from her toes back to her ankle, kissing the delicate skin there, then up to her shin, and finally pressing his lips to the soft flesh behind her knee. Shalini's breath caught in her throat, her hands fluttering to the edge of the couch for support.

"You taste perfect," Ayu whispered, voice rough with want.

That single line made her entire body flush with heat.

Shalini let out a tiny gasp as he continued to lick higher, boldly planting a wet kiss on the inside of her thigh just above the hem of her petticoat. He paused there, eyes darting to hers in a silent question.

She nodded, almost dizzy with desire.

"Do it," she breathed.

His tongue swept up the soft skin of her inner thigh, hot and sure, sending a violent shiver up her spine. Shalini squeezed her legs together, overcome by the shock of it, the mind-splitting thrill of a young stranger exploring her so intimately.

Malika was absolutely loving it, leaning forward with a devilish grin. "Oh Shalu, you like that, don't you?"

Shalini could barely speak, just moaned a broken, "Yes…"

Her mind spun back to earlier that afternoon, when Ravi and Prayush had come for their coaching. She'd worn a tight-fitting pink cotton kurta with no dupatta, and leggings clinging to every curve, just to test them. Ravi had dropped his pen at least three times, desperate for a glimpse of her deep neckline, while Prayush had boldly tried to adjust her bra strap "accidentally."

They want me like this, she thought, even now, Ayu's tongue sliding dangerously close to the edge of her panties. They want to worship me too.

A raw hunger rose in her.

"You're a goddess," Ayu murmured, pressing hot kisses against the thin cotton of her panties, making her jolt.

Shalini reached down, threading her fingers through his hair. "Prove it," she challenged, voice shaking.

He looked up at her, wide-eyed and lost, then lowered his mouth again. Shalini felt the wet heat of his tongue through the thin cloth, and nearly cried out. It was overwhelming, too much, yet not enough at the same time.

She let him explore for a moment longer, then gently pushed his head back. "Enough," she panted, voice quivering. "Not all tonight."

Malika laughed softly. "Tease him. Keep him hungry."

Shalini smiled weakly, trying to catch her breath. Ayu, still on his knees, looked dazed with worship, lips pink and wet from tasting her.

She leaned down, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "You did good."

The young man's face glowed with pride.

Malika stood and pulled Shalini up, steadying her. "Come, let's have another drink. You're glowing, Shalu."

Shalini let Malika lead her to the couch, her legs trembling, her panties soaked with raw desire. As Malika refilled their glasses, Shalini's thoughts turned dark and delicious.

Tomorrow… tomorrow, I'll go even further.

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SCENE SHIFT (Back to earlier that day.)

Earlier, during her coaching session, Shalini had let things go bolder than ever before. Wearing a tight-fitting sleeveless cotton kurti with a plunging neckline, she'd deliberately left her dupatta in the other room. She sat cross-legged in front of Ravi and Prayush, letting the soft scent of rose talcum powder drift over them as she explained math formulas.

Ravi had been unable to stop glancing down her cleavage, his pencil tapping restlessly. Shalini pretended not to notice, then leaned forward, letting one strap of her bra slip a bit.

"Ravi," she teased in a low tone, "pay attention."

His cheeks flared crimson. Prayush, more daring, reached to fix the strap, grazing her bare shoulder with his knuckles.

Shalini let it happen, let him feel her warmth, then smiled wickedly. "Careful," she whispered, "I might think you boys are taking liberties."

They gulped, eyes wide, drunk on her scent, her voice, her very presence.

Shalini stood to write on the board, deliberately bending over a bit too far. She knew exactly what she was showing them. Her kurti clung tight to her hips, revealing every curve, and as she shifted her stance, she let one of her leggings ride up to expose her slim ankle.

The air in the room felt electric, charged, almost dangerous.

"Ma'am," Prayush dared, voice cracking, "c-can I help you with… anything?"

Shalini turned, giving him a sweet but knowing smile. "Anything? Really?"

He swallowed hard, eyes locked on the sway of her chest.

She walked closer, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "Then hold my foot."

Prayush's breath caught. Slowly, reverently, he took her foot into his hands, trembling.

"Kiss it," Shalini whispered, eyes half-lidded.

The boy's lips landed on her ankle, then traveled up to her arch, placing delicate worshipful kisses. Shalini's toes curled with an almost painful pleasure. Ravi watched, eyes glazed with jealousy and lust.

"Ravi," she called softly.

He snapped to attention.

"Come closer," she commanded.

He obeyed, and she took his hand, guiding it to the small of her back, letting him feel the warmth of her skin.

"Touch me nicely," she ordered.

His fingers shook as he traced the outline of her waist, then slid up to the side of her breast — not grabbing, just feeling, worshipping her softness.

Shalini let out a shuddering breath, her body trembling with wicked satisfaction.

Then, before things went too far, she stepped back, adjusting her kurti.

"That's enough for today," she teased, lips curling. "Go home. Think about me."

Their eyes burned with frustration and worship.

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BACK TO MALIKA'S HOUSE (Later that evening)

Now, sitting with Malika, another glass of whiskey in hand, Shalini felt as if she were floating between two worlds — the goddess in class, the hungry woman here.

She turned to Ayu, still kneeling.

"Next time," she promised in a husky tone, "I'll let you taste all of me."

His eyes sparkled with worshipful devotion.

Malika laughed, raising her glass. "To you, Shalu — you are finally learning the art of pleasure."

Shalini toasted, heart hammering, nerves raw, but a new power flooding through her veins.

I am ready, she thought wildly. I want more.

And in the candlelight of Malika's second home, with Ayu at her feet, she knew she had truly crossed the line — and there was no going back.

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