Model Behavior, Filthy Intentions

Tanvi didn't ask too many questions.

The job description was vague: "Content shoot for a fake relationship. Photos only. High compensation. Discretion guaranteed." No brand. No product mention. Just $10,000 and a quiet assurance from her modeling agent that her face would be altered if necessary. AI filters, blurred identities--nothing that would violate her parents' wishes.

That was the key.

Because even now, at twenty years old, Tanvi was bound by the weight of their expectations. Her parents had allowed her to model in high school--barely--and only after she won pageants and attracted agency attention. But when college came around, they shut it all down. Her scholarships covered some tuition, but her parents funded the rest--and their condition was strict: focus on school, no modeling, no public exposure.

She hated it. She loved modeling. She knew she could be successful. And she hated hiding who she was just to keep the peace. So she found a compromise--work behind the scenes, with AI edits and a confidentiality clause. She needed the money, and this job paid more than any she'd seen.

But standing on the stone front steps of a waterfront house in Florida, suitcase in hand, Tanvi suddenly felt unsure. What does "fake relationship content" even mean? Her stomach fluttered--not out of fear exactly, but something sharper. Curiosity. Anticipation.

Then the door opened.

And everything inside her flipped.

Arjun.

He stood barefoot in the doorway, wearing dark linen pants and a fitted white T-shirt. He was tall, maybe 6'1", his frame strong but lean--like someone who worked out with purpose. His skin was a warm golden brown, and his face, framed by thick black hair and a neatly trimmed dark beard, looked like it belonged on the cover of something expensive. His dark eyes studied her for a moment--not with judgment, not with arrogance, but something quiet. Calm. Focused.

"You must be Tanvi," he said, smiling. His voice was deep, smooth, slightly rough at the edges like worn velvet. There was something old-school about him--like he didn't need to try hard to make an impression. He already had.

"I am," she replied, a little softer than she meant to. Her voice caught in her throat. She stepped inside.

The house was gorgeous: clean lines, big windows, high ceilings. Her agent gave her the rundown again--just like on the phone. Vacation-style photos. Couple moments. Candid intimacy. Some in swimwear. Nothing explicit. "The client wants to look like he's moved on," her agent said. "So we're creating memories that never happened."

But once the camera started clicking, it was obvious the moments didn't feel real.

They posed at a dinner table, him pretending to brush her hand. Her smiling mid-laugh. Staged. Awkward. Stiff. Her body hit its marks--graceful, poised, perfectly camera-ready--but inside, she was disconnected.

After twenty minutes of stilted work, Tanvi finally spoke up.

"This isn't working," she said, glancing at her agent and the photographer. "It looks fake."

Her agent blinked. "It's supposed to be fake."

"No," Tanvi said, more confidently. "It's supposed to look real. Right now, it doesn't."

A beat passed. Then, the agent sighed. "Do you want us to step out?"

Tanvi nodded.

The door clicked shut. The room went quiet.

Now it was just her and Arjun.

He turned to her slowly, a crooked smile playing under his beard. "So... what makes it feel real to you?"

She tried to laugh but ended up biting her lip instead. "Let's just talk. Take selfies. Like people actually do."

He nodded and sat beside her on the couch, close but not too close. She opened her phone's camera. Their shoulders touched. Her body buzzed from the warmth of his. His cologne was subtle--something woodsy, faintly smoky, deeply masculine. She tried to focus on framing the shot, but his nearness clouded her thoughts.

Click.

Another. Then another.

Each one came easier. More natural. They started laughing between takes. She leaned into him. His arm slid behind her without thinking.

Tanvi's heart beat faster. This wasn't staged. It was happening.

Later, they moved outside to the pool. The light was perfect. Tanvi shed her cover-up slowly, trying not to be self-conscious--but she saw the way Arjun looked at her. He wasn't leering. Just... watching. His eyes followed the lines of her body with calm intensity.

She was in her element in the sun, the bikini fitting her toned frame perfectly--tight stomach, smooth skin, long legs. Years of pilates and careful control had kept her body sharp, precise. Still, nothing could've prepared her for what happened next.

Arjun pulled off his shirt.

Tanvi's stomach flipped again. His chest was sculpted, but not like a gym addict--like someone who surfed or swam or fought gravity daily. His skin glowed in the light, and when he adjusted the waistband of his shorts--

Oh.

She didn't mean to stare, but her eyes landed on the outline pressing against the fabric. It was... large. Thick. Impossible to ignore. Her breath caught. Her thighs clenched slightly without meaning to.

He turned back to her, catching her expression.

"You okay?" he asked, tone casual--but that same crooked smile was there again, deeper now, more confident.

Tanvi forced herself to nod. "Yeah. Just... warm."

Arjun stepped into the pool, his dark beard wetting slightly at the edge of his jaw. He looked like a man in a cologne ad. She followed him, water wrapping her body, cooling her skin but doing nothing to ease the rising heat inside.

As they posed in the water--closer now, touching, laughing--Tanvi realized she was no longer pretending. The job had started as a way to make money.

Now she wasn't sure what it was anymore.

And she wasn't sure she wanted to stop.

The water wrapped around them like silk, warm and shimmering beneath the golden sun. Tanvi adjusted her hair behind one ear, casually floating beside Arjun as they leaned on the pool's edge for a more "candid" shot. But by now, neither of them was really thinking about the camera.

They were alone. Her phone sat face-down on a lounge chair, forgotten. The soft splash of water, the gentle hum of palm fronds shifting in the breeze--everything else faded into the background.

Tanvi tilted her head slightly, studying him.

"You know," she said, voice low and teasing, "I never asked... why are we doing all this?"

Arjun glanced at her, amused. "The fake relationship?"

She nodded. "Yeah. What's the point of faking a girlfriend? You could probably have a real one if you wanted."

He exhaled slowly and looked toward the water, his fingers tracing gentle ripples over the surface. When he looked back at her, his eyes were darker. More serious.

"My ex-wife is a mess," he said. "Addicted. Manipulative. The divorce is complicated because she's trying to paint this picture of me... as cold. Unloving. And now she's claiming I wasn't even capable of... performing husbandly duties."

Tanvi blinked. "Wait. Like--"

"She's implying I'm emotionally and physically dysfunctional," he said with a dry smile. "Unfit for intimacy. That no woman would want me."

Her eyes widened. "That's... extreme."

"She's trying to destroy my credibility, and if she wins, she takes half of everything. The house, the savings, all of it."

Tanvi was quiet, absorbing the weight of it. She hadn't expected the story to be this personal. Or this raw.

"So," he continued, "I needed proof that I'm fine. Functional. Desirable. That I have a life--and that women, like you, are drawn to me."

The way he said you sent a subtle spark flickering across her skin.

She swallowed slowly, her gaze settling on his face--his strong features, that dark beard framing his mouth, and the eyes that hadn't left hers since he started speaking. His body language was relaxed, but his energy was coiled. Controlled. Tension beneath the surface.

"And are you?" she asked.

"Am I what?"

"Desirable?"

He raised an eyebrow, his mouth curving into a slow grin. "You tell me."

She looked down at the water, cheeks warming. Her heart was fluttering again, but not from nerves this time. From wanting. Wondering.

She took a step closer.

"You know," she said, barely above a whisper, "this would probably look more convincing if we were touching."

He didn't move at first--he just let the silence stretch between them, until it buzzed with possibility.

Then slowly, he reached out, brushing her wet hair back behind her shoulder, fingertips trailing lightly along the line of her collarbone. His touch was featherlight--almost too soft--and yet Tanvi felt it everywhere. Her stomach tightened. Her breath caught.

His hand lingered.

"Touch me, then," he said, his voice rougher now.

She raised her hand to his chest, placing it flat against the firm warmth of his skin. His heartbeat was strong beneath her palm. She let her fingers explore slightly, tracing the line where his pectorals met his shoulder, down to the slick curve of his bicep.

"You're not exactly what she described," Tanvi murmured.

He stepped even closer. Now there were only inches between them. She could feel his breath. The water clung to her skin, to the barely-there fabric of her bikini, and she became intensely aware of how exposed she was. But instead of backing away, she tilted her chin up.

His hand slid from her shoulder down to her waist, fingers grazing the curve of her side. Her body leaned into his naturally, magnetized.

"No," Arjun said, his voice lower now. "I'm not."

For a moment, neither of them moved. She could feel the heat between them building, slowly, deliberately. Every inch of her skin was buzzing. Every sense was locked on his--his scent, his warmth, his mouth just inches from hers.

Then she reached up, fingertips trailing along the edge of his beard, her thumb grazing just below his lower lip. His breath hitched ever so slightly, but he didn't move--he just looked at her, eyes heavy, patient, waiting.

But before she could lean in further, a thought pulled her back, grounding her for just a second.

She blinked, voice soft but clear. "Are there... cameras out here?"

Arjun's eyes flicked to the corner of the house, then to a spot tucked into the ceiling of the patio. "Yes," he said, calm and unapologetic. "Two. One over the pool. One under the balcony. HD video. And audio."

Tanvi held his gaze, heart beating faster now--but not from fear. From the thrill.

"All that for a photoshoot?" she asked, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I needed convincing footage," he said with a slow shrug, his hand still on her waist. "Not just for the court. For her. She thinks no one would even touch me."

Tanvi's smile deepened. Her body pressed closer against his, the water between them barely a barrier now.

"Well," she whispered, lifting her chin again, "then maybe we should give her something to watch."

Arjun's eyes flickered--something between surprise and hunger--and then he smiled. Not cocky. Not rushed. Just slow, confident approval.

"You sure?" he asked, his thumb brushing lightly along her waist, beneath the edge of her bikini top.

She nodded once. "Very."

Then his mouth was on hers.

Not rushed. Not forceful. Just full--like he'd been holding back since the moment she stepped through the door. His lips were warm and firm, and his hand moved to the small of her back, drawing her in until her chest pressed fully against his. She kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers slipping into the damp curls at the nape of his neck.

The water sloshed gently around them, catching light as they moved closer still. His other hand slid up the side of her ribcage, careful and slow, the touch so light it made her shiver. Her bikini clung to her, thin and soaked, and she was aware of every inch of her skin--aware of how completely seen she was, under the eye of the cameras, and how that didn't scare her.

In fact, it excited her.

His mouth moved from hers, down to her jaw, then to her neck--lips dragging along the wet skin. She tilted her head instinctively, giving him more access, feeling a soft moan escape her throat without permission.

"You still good?" he murmured against her neck.

She nodded, breathless. "Keep going."

And he did.

His hand slipped lower, under the water, curving around her thigh, pulling her closer so she could feel the heat of him through his swim trunks--hard, insistent, pressed right against the soft heat between her legs. The contact made her gasp quietly, hips pressing forward as a reflex.

She'd never felt this way before--not with her high school boyfriend, not with the one guy she'd slept with during college, a rushed, disappointing encounter she barely thought about anymore.

But this? This was slow. Real. A burn rather than a spark. And it was all being captured, in crisp, perfect HD.

"Let her watch," Tanvi whispered against his ear.

And Arjun smiled like he'd just won something he wasn't sure he'd dared to hope for.

The warmth of the Florida sun was nothing compared to the heat between them.

Tanvi pressed closer, her arms looped around Arjun's neck, his hands firm on her waist as their mouths met again--this time deeper, slower, heavier. His kiss wasn't tentative anymore. It was deliberate. Possessive. And she wanted that--wanted to feel claimed, seen, touched like she was something someone couldn't resist.

The water rippled gently around them as he backed her toward the shallow edge, his hands guiding her until her hips bumped lightly against the pool wall. She broke the kiss just enough to breathe, her lips parted, her eyes heavy and locked on his.

"This okay?" he asked, voice low and slightly rough, like he was holding himself in check.

She nodded, barely able to speak. "Yes. Don't stop."

His hands slid down, under the water, fingertips tracing her outer thighs slowly, then curving inward. Her breath caught as he leaned in, lips brushing her jaw, down her neck, his beard tickling her skin in the most delicious way. She tilted her head back, baring more of her throat as his mouth found the sweet spot just below her ear.

"God," she whispered, her voice shaky with need.

Her bikini bottoms were barely there--wet fabric clinging tightly to her, making every shift of his hand feel more intimate, more daring. He moved deliberately, one hand pressing against the small of her back while the other slipped under the water and gently cupped her between her thighs.

She gasped--sharp, involuntary.

The touch was firm but patient. His thumb brushed along the edge of the fabric, testing her, teasing her. She shifted against him instinctively, her hips pressing forward, wordlessly asking for more.

"You're so warm," he murmured against her skin.

She whimpered softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The contact was electric. His fingers moved again, this time slipping under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, finally finding the soft, slick heat of her.

Tanvi's knees almost buckled.

He touched her slowly, carefully--just enough pressure to make her tremble, but not enough to satisfy. She clung to him, her cheek resting against his, her breath hot against his neck.

Her hips rocked gently into his hand, her thighs parting a little wider under the water.

"You like that?" he whispered.

She nodded, lips against his ear. "Yes. Please... don't stop."

He didn't.

His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, stroking her expertly while she melted against him. The wet fabric of her bikini stuck between them, but she didn't care. The friction, the water, the knowledge that they were being recorded--it all combined into something wild and thrilling. She was aching, burning, completely present in every sensation.

Arjun's other hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her as her breathing quickened, soft gasps escaping her lips.

"Let go," he murmured. "Come for me."

His voice--low, commanding, tender--sent her over the edge.

Her body tightened, her thighs squeezing around his hand as the orgasm washed through her in waves. She clung to him, half-buried in his neck, her breath broken and fast, lips brushing his shoulder as she rode it out.

When it passed, she pulled back slightly, blinking up at him--eyes dazed, mouth parted, hair damp and clinging to her face.

"You're not at all what I expected," she whispered.

Arjun smiled, brushing his fingers across her cheek. "Neither are you."

They stayed like that for a moment, chest to chest, the water quiet around them, the air heavy with the charge of what had just happened--and what might still come next.

Tanvi's breath was steady now, but her pulse pounded. She leaned in for one more slow kiss, savoring the way Arjun's lips parted under hers, the way his hands gripped her hips under the water like he was holding back something primal.

But she had other plans.

Without a word, she eased off his lap, the water rippling between them. Her eyes didn't leave his as she slowly knelt in the pool in front of him, her body slick and glowing beneath the sun. She slid her fingers under the waistband of his swim shorts.

His breath hitched. He watched her, perfectly still.

"You sure?" he asked, his voice rougher now.

Tanvi glanced briefly toward the mounted camera before looking back at him. "As long as the AI blurs my face."

"It will," he said, eyes dark, voice like gravel. "I promised you."

That was all she needed.

She slid his shorts down, inch by inch, and her eyes widened as he sprang free. He was big. Thick. Beautiful in the most intimidating way. She let out a quiet, involuntary breath, unable to stop herself from staring.

It was more than she expected. More than she was used to.

More than her body--or mouth--had ever handled.

She reached out with both hands, wrapping her fingers gently around him. Even that took effort. He twitched in her grasp, and she looked up through her lashes, lips parted, anticipation crackling across her skin.

Arjun shifted slightly, trying to raise a hand toward her cheek.

She caught his wrist gently.

"No," she whispered. "This has to look like it's all me."

Her voice was low but firm. Her control had returned--soft but unmistakable.

He sank back, letting her lead.

She leaned in, lips brushing his tip, her breath hot against his length. Then, slowly, deliberately, she took him into her mouth.

It wasn't easy. The stretch of him filled her instantly, her lips tightening as she adjusted. Her jaw ached almost immediately, but she didn't stop. She let her tongue move slowly, teasing the underside, her hands gripping his thighs underwater for balance.

She moaned softly--part pleasure, part effort.

Arjun's head fell back, a groan escaping his throat as she continued, taking more of him with every pass. The cameras were catching everything now--her devotion, her hunger, her struggle to take him deeper. Her hair floated around her shoulders like silk in the water.

Then, without warning, she reached behind her neck and untied her bikini top.

The fabric floated away silently, drifting behind her like a ribbon.

Her breasts spilled into the water, round and perfect, nipples taut from the chill and the arousal. She didn't hide them. She didn't pause. She let them show, let them be part of it. She wanted it to look real. She wanted him to know how far she was willing to go for this--for the scene, for the job, for herself.

She took him deeper.

Her throat fought it. Tears welled in her eyes. But she stayed in control, adjusting her angle, relaxing her jaw as much as she could. She wanted to prove she could do this. That she could take him. Not just for the camera, but because she wanted to. Needed to.

Because right now, Tanvi wasn't pretending.

Tanvi was trembling now--not from nerves, but from the sheer force of how alive she felt. Her lips slid along Arjun's length, her rhythm steady, her breathing slow and focused. Her body moved with confidence, her breasts brushing the surface of the pool water, her hair clinging to her skin like wet silk.

Every inch of her was alert, buzzing, stretched between performance and raw desire. And somehow, the line between them had dissolved.

Arjun's hand hovered near her shoulder, wanting to touch her, maybe guide her--but he held back, honoring her control.

She pulled off him slowly, lips red, eyes glazed but sharp.

"I need more," she whispered.

His brow furrowed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She moved before he could question her again--gripping the ledge of the pool behind him, lifting herself halfway out, her hips rising above the surface. She pulled the bikini bottom aside, just enough, positioning herself over him as he shifted beneath her, eyes burning with restraint.

She lowered herself slowly, feeling him against her.

Then--in.

The stretch was immediate. Sharp, delicious, just shy of too much. Her breath caught and her nails dug into the ledge behind him. He groaned low as she took more of him, inch by inch. Her body protested--but welcomed it.

Her eyes fluttered shut. It was overwhelming. Full.

And then she began to move.

Slow at first--testing, adjusting, finding her rhythm. She rode him with effort, water splashing gently around them. Her moans were soft, breathy, involuntary. He kept his hands on her hips now, grounding her, letting her control the pace.

But it wasn't just sex.

It was something more.

Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her body building and tightening in ways she had never felt before. Pressure bloomed deep in her core--hot, unfamiliar, a sharp rise of pleasure that bordered on unbearable.

Then the pressure shifted.

Her breath caught.

"I--wait--" she gasped, panic flickering. "I think I need to--"

"Don't stop," Arjun said, voice low but urgent. His hands gripped her tighter, guiding her movement. "It's not what you think. Just let go."

She wanted to believe him, but the sensation was too intense. Too raw. Her thighs trembled, her body fighting the wave cresting inside her. It was bigger than anything she'd ever felt--like her body was about to break open.

Then it hit.

Her orgasm ripped through her--fast, sharp, rolling. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, body locking down against his, her muscles contracting uncontrollably. And then, as her body reached its breaking point--

A rush.

Hot. Sudden. Shocking.

She gasped as her body released, a flood bursting free from her, splashing against Arjun's abs. It was raw, messy, primal. For a second she was embarrassed--startled by the intensity, by what had just happened.

But Arjun just held her tighter, smiling up at her like she'd just done something sacred.

"That's it," he whispered. "That's real."

Tanvi collapsed against him, shaking, chest heaving, cheek pressed to his shoulder. Her legs trembled in the water. Her throat was dry.

She had never felt anything like it.

Not even close.

For the first time, she hadn't faked it--not for the job, not for anyone.

Tanvi's breath was still catching in her throat when Arjun gently lifted her off him, holding her waist as she slowly pulled back. The separation made a distinct, wet sound--loud, raw, almost shocking in the stillness of the water.

She winced, gasping softly at the sudden emptiness.

For a moment, she slumped forward against his chest, trying to collect herself. Then something clicked in her mind. Her eyes widened slightly.

"You didn't finish," she said.

Arjun smirked, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. "Not a big deal. We got what we needed. And more."

She sat up, straddling him still, her legs trembling from the force of her climax, her hands bracing on his shoulders. "No," she said, voice firmer. "She doesn't get to win."

He tilted his head. "Who?"

"Your ex," Tanvi said, eyes fierce. "She doesn't get to see you like you're lacking. She needs to see you--like this. She needs to know that you're wanted. Desired. Worshipped."

Arjun raised a brow, surprised at the sudden heat in her voice.

"I want to see you lose control," she said. "I want her to see you being pleasured. Like a god. Because that's what you are. And she doesn't deserve to rewrite your story."

He paused, his hands still resting on her hips.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

He stood up in the water, his body dripping and powerful, and turned slightly away, adjusting himself with practiced calm as he slid himself back into his shorts.

"It's okay, Tanvi," he said softly. "You've already given more than enough."

But she was already moving.

Tanvi pulled herself out of the pool, her body still glistening, her limbs slightly shaky but steady with purpose. She tied her bikini top back in place and adjusted the bottoms, covering herself quickly--barely--but enough.

"No," she said again, facing him with her full intensity. "You don't get to decide what I want."

He looked up at her.

"I want this," she continued. "I need this. And I don't care how it looks. You can do anything. Throw me around if you have to--I don't care. I want all of it."

Her voice cracked slightly at the edges--somewhere between defiance and desire, strength and surrender.

Arjun stepped toward her slowly, the water dripping from his beard, his gaze dark and unreadable. He stopped inches from her, chest rising and falling with slow, careful breaths.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Tanvi didn't flinch. "Yes."

There was a pause. Long. Weighted.

Then something in him shifted.

His hand came up--not rough, not aggressive, but firm--and cupped the side of her face, thumb brushing just beneath her eye. His other hand settled at her hip.

"Then let's make her regret ever losing this."

Arjun's fingers lingered at her hip, warm and grounding. His gaze hadn't broken from hers. Tanvi stood still, dripping and half-wrapped in her bikini, her breath slow but deliberate. The air between them was no longer thick with tension--it was humming with inevitability.

She stepped even closer, her voice lower now, a sultry thread of silk and heat.

"You bought me for the weekend, didn't you?" she whispered, eyes locked on his, her lips barely a breath away from his. "So play with me. I'm yours."

Arjun blinked--just once--but his jaw flexed, and his hand tightened slightly on her waist.

"You don't mean that," he said, his voice hoarse.

But she smiled.

"I do," she whispered. "I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me."

She let the words hang in the air, wrapping around them like heat. She meant every one of them. Not because she was being paid. Not because it was part of the job. But because she wanted to be wanted. She wanted him to take her. Fully. Without hesitation.

And she wanted the cameras to catch every second of it.

She leaned in, letting her lips brush his ear as she spoke.

"You said she needed proof. So give it to her. Show her exactly what she lost."

When she pulled back, Arjun's eyes had darkened completely, like something inside him had been unchained. Still, he waited--searching her expression, making sure.

She nodded once. Slow. Firm.

His hands moved before she could take another breath.

Arjun's hands were still on her waist, his grip steady, but his expression shifted. The hunger in his eyes softened--just enough. He let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, low and tired.

"You know," he said, voice rough but real, "I wasn't perfect either."

Tanvi's brows pulled together slightly. Her hands stayed at his chest, palms warm against his skin.

"I was angry a lot," he admitted. "Detached. Cold. I buried myself in work and let things fall apart before I even tried to fix them. She wasn't wrong about all of it. I was... hard to live with."

He looked away for a beat, jaw tense. "And sometimes, I wonder if I make people feel like they don't matter once I get what I want."

The words landed between them, sharp and quiet, like something he hadn't said aloud before.

But Tanvi didn't flinch.

She leaned in, the heat of her breath brushing his throat, her lips grazing the shell of his ear as she whispered, slowly, sultrily--

"I can take crazy... if it's you."

He turned to face her fully then, something like disbelief flashing across his face--followed by something deeper. Hunger. Gratitude. A spark of something he wasn't ready to name yet.

And maybe she wasn't either.

But in that moment, the air around them shifted again. No longer a transaction. No longer an act. It was something heavier. Stranger. Real.

Her lips ghosted over his, barely touching. "Use me if you need to. But don't pretend you don't want me just as much."

Arjun's hands tightened. His restraint slipped, just a little.

And Tanvi smiled.

She was right where she wanted to be.

Tanvi's mouth stretched wide around him, her jaw aching deliciously as Arjun's grip tightened on her hair. His other hand held her jaw, tilting her face up so he could see the way her lips looked wrapped around his cock--wet, willing, desperate.

"You take it so well," he growled, voice low and ragged, hips slowly building power with every thrust. "Look at you. Just a good little thing doing what she's told."

Her moan vibrated against him, and he smirked--dark, fully in control.

He pulled out for just a second, letting her gasp for air, then shoved himself back in, deeper this time. She gagged slightly, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. He held her there for a beat, not cruelly--but with purpose. Testing her. Owning her.

"Breathe through it," he said. "You said you wanted it. Prove it."

She nodded as best she could, her eyes shining, throat working to adjust to the stretch. Her hands grabbed his thighs tighter, anchoring herself, grounding in his rhythm. Every thrust sent heat pouring through her body again--sharp, invasive, electrifying.

"You're mine now, Tanvi," he growled.

She whimpered, nodding again, lips slick and swollen, throat full of him.

"You wanted me to use you? This is what that means. You don't come first. I do. You serve. You take. You obey."

Her body trembled--but not from fear.

From want.

Then, without warning, he pulled out again, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over onto her hands and knees on the couch. His grip was firm, rough with purpose but careful with her body--dominant, not careless.

He yanked her bikini bottoms down, exposing her completely to the humid air and the camera's gaze.

"Look at you," he said behind her, voice thick with restraint. "Dripping. You want it again already?"

She arched her back, offering herself up. "Yes. Please."

He stepped forward, positioning himself, lining up. One hand wrapped around her throat--not choking, just holding. The other gripped her hip like he owned it.

"You're not going to forget this," he said darkly.

Then he pushed back into her--hard.

Tanvi shattered around him.

Her body jerked violently as a second orgasm ripped through her--harder, faster, rawer than the first. Her inner muscles clamped down, her voice cracked into a cry, and then--

A sudden rush.

Wet. Gushing. Uncontrollable.

Her body pushed him out with the force of it, and he slipped free just as her climax overtook her. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her elbows on the couch, panting, dripping, stunned.

"Oh my God," she breathed, voice wrecked.

Arjun stood there, glistening, hard as ever, watching her shake. His cock twitched with restraint--still pulsing, still full, still aching for release.

Tanvi turned her head, eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed.

"You didn't come yet," she whispered.

"No," he said simply, stepping closer, sliding a hand down the curve of her ass, then lifting his fingers to admire the wetness dripping down her thighs. "But watching that? Watching you break like that?" He smiled, dark and reverent. "I've never seen anything more beautiful."

She tried to smile, but her mouth trembled.

"You're a stallion," she murmured. "Seriously. I can't believe you're still--" She glanced down at his cock. Still hard. Thick. Glorious. "I don't think I can take you again. My pussy's sore. My mouth too."

He paused, gently running a hand along her back. "So you can't handle me?"

She looked back at him, lips curling. "I can. I did. Twice."

"But you're done?" he asked softly, running a thumb along the curve of her lower back.

"I didn't say that." Her voice lowered. "I'm just... not sure where else you're planning to put that thing."

He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. "There's another hole, you know."

Tanvi froze--just for a second.

Then she swallowed.

"I've never had anything there," she admitted, voice quiet. "No one's ever touched me like that. Not even fingers."

Arjun didn't move. Didn't push. Just waited.

"But..." she added slowly, "if there's lube... and you go slow... maybe just the tip?"

He exhaled, the sound hot against her neck. "Of course. We'll take our time. I'm not trying to hurt you."

She nodded, breath shallow. "Okay. Just... go slow."

He kissed her shoulder, tender and reassuring, then moved with purpose.

Her bikini bottoms were already pulled down--barely clinging to one thigh--but now he grabbed the waistband and ripped them off entirely. The sound of the fabric tearing made her moan--half shock, half thrill.

Then his hands parted her gently, and his mouth pressed between.

Tanvi gasped.

His tongue circled her tightest opening--soft, wet, careful. It was strange at first. Intimate in a way she hadn't expected. But his hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady, and his mouth worked her slowly, patiently, until the tension in her melted into something darker. Needier.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "I didn't think I'd like that..."

He smiled against her. "You'll like what comes next even more."

He reached for a small bottle beside the couch--clear lube, prepped and ready. She heard the click, the soft squeeze, then the cool drip of it between her cheeks. She shivered.

"Breathe," he said gently.

Then she felt him--pressing, just the head of his cock nudging her rim.

Tanvi tensed. "Wait--"

"I'm right here," he whispered. "Just the tip. Tell me if it's too much."

She nodded, gripping the cushions.

He pushed forward--slowly. Patiently. Just the first thick inch slipping past the tight resistance. The stretch was intense. Her breath caught in her throat. Not pain exactly--just pressure. New. Foreign.

Then something shifted.

The resistance eased. Her body gave.

He groaned. "God, you're tight..."

Tanvi whimpered, her body trembling. "It feels... so full..."

He stayed still, just the head inside, one hand stroking her back, the other massaging her hips.

Then he moved.

Small thrusts. Controlled. Testing.

Each movement sent sharp sparks through her spine--part pain, part pleasure, impossible to separate.

And then--surprise.

Pleasure bloomed.

Tanvi's mouth fell open.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "I love this..."

Arjun's grip tightened.

"You like being taken like this?" he growled, his voice rough, nearly losing control. "Used like a good girl?"

She moaned, high and desperate. "Yes--yes--please don't stop--"

His thrusts stayed shallow--just the head, in and out, wet and slow and deliberate. But she was unraveling fast. Her body clenched around him, her breath quickened, and something inside her began to twist again.

"I think--oh god--I think I'm gonna--"

Arjun groaned. "I can't hold it much longer..."

Then--he buried himself.

Fully. Deep. One hard thrust that seated his entire length inside her.

Tanvi barely had time to breathe.

The moment Arjun thrust fully into her, she felt it--everything. The overwhelming stretch, the burn giving way to a sudden, forbidden fullness that pushed her right over the edge.

Her body convulsed violently.

"Oh--fuck--" she cried, her vision going white as her orgasm exploded through her, harder than anything she'd ever felt. Her legs shook, her nails dug into the cushions, her whole body seized in pleasure so fierce it bordered on pain. She wasn't even sure she could breathe.

And behind her, Arjun let out a deep, feral groan.

He was coming.

She felt it. The thick pulses inside her. Hot. Sharp. Claiming.

But then--he pulled out.

Still erupting.

His cock slipped from her with a wet sound, and the next spurt landed across the small of her back, hot and heavy. She gasped, trying to look over her shoulder, but before she could move, another rope of semen hit her shoulder blade--then her lower back again.

"Fuck," Arjun growled, staggering slightly as he fisted the base of his cock, still twitching, still releasing. "I'm not done--"

Tanvi turned around instinctively, collapsing back onto her knees in front of him, her hair wild, her face flushed, body still trembling.

He looked down at her--eyes wild, breath ragged, still coming.

She opened her mouth slightly just as the next stream splashed across her belly, then her tits--thick white streaks landing on her skin like paint. Another hit her collarbone. Then one more--

Right across her cheek and lips.

Tanvi let out a stunned laugh, catching it with her tongue, her chest heaving as she looked up at him.

"Jesus," she whispered, dazed and glowing. "You weren't kidding..."

Arjun was breathing hard, hand still wrapped around the base of his cock as the final drips fell--one sliding slowly down the curve of her breast, another caught on her chin.

She raised a brow, licking a drop from the corner of her mouth.

"You come like a beast," she murmured, grinning wickedly.

He smirked, leaning over her, his hand brushing her hair back gently. "And you took it like mine."

They stared at each other for a long beat--Tanvi's body coated, claimed, still pulsing from aftershocks; Arjun towering above her, drained but still radiating heat.

There was no act left.

No fake girlfriend.

Just her. Him. And the proof.

Everywhere.