Unwrapping Lioness - Situationship

I am Rani, a 27 year old Indian woman, an ambitious high tech worker, working in the USA. This story started two years ago, when I was at my graduate school in a major city of Texas. The cancellation of my research assistantship, caused a financial desperation which led me to adopt an arrangement with an older, married, white American sugar daddy. In my first series, Graduate School Sugar Knight, I describe the journey of discovery as a person, life priorities, sexuality and consequently crossing the darkness with a decision to get into a sugar arrangement.

About me, for those who have not read my previous series - I am a mix of North and South Indian parents. My Punjabi father gave me my 5'5" height and my very expressive light brown eyes. My Tamilian mother bestowed me with a smooth, deep gold and bronze skin, and that thick, rebellious curly hair that tumbled down my back, just below my shoulders. in dark waves or on humid days it went into a crazy afro mode. With a narrow waist of 26 inches, a sharp contrast to the fullness of my 34C breasts, my hips, at a solid 32 inches, made me voluptuous in the right place. I was not petite or light. I grew up and studied in urban modern India, but I did not start exploring my sexuality till I was in college, simply because I did not come across any boy who knew how to cherish a woman. Since then, I have had a healthy appetite for pleasure with the right person who knows how to respect and pleasure a woman. Love is a new journey for me.

This series captures my subsequent interracial romance story with my sugar daddy. It is filled with highlights of my conflicting emotions impacted by the situation, my Indianess and my femininity, sensual desires of belonging, cultural differences which colors my open sexuality with my American sugar knight. It was truly a life changing summer for me. The romance story has a lot more than just my sexual pleasures, to set the right expectations for the readers.

In this chapter, our contractual relationship ends and evolves into a situationship. I share two fun experiences that shape my casual and comfortable relationship with my white sugar CEO, while still under a financial arrangement. The FWB lover is also going through his own personal life turmoil, which led to his deeper emotional connection towards me.

YELLOW SARI

As semester started, the 100 plus degree heat of Texas August started to dip down to the cooler 90s of September, and our sugar baby arrangement had matured into something far more complex than an unholy debauchery. The birthday experience had broken down the walls between a professional companionship to a casual relationship. I trusted him more, learned from him about the world of tech business and presentation skills as we reviewed his company pitches online. I shared more about our culture, food, music and lifestyles of an urban, middle class Indian. We found a lot of commonalities in modern living. Our connection started to create a foundation of trust, respect and genuine interest, but confined in a hidden sanctuary built only for us, still in my dingy college apartment. I felt safe here.

We were both in the most demanding time of our work and study life respectively. I was buried writing up my research thesis, requiring frequent reviews and burdened with a deadline. Chris was locked in meetings with bankers and steering his company through massive scaling and hiring and re-organizations. Paradoxically, our busy schedules didn't drive us apart as they made the time we spent together more intentional. We became each other's escape to allow us to reset mentally. We looked forward to our time together. Without needing to think about our arrangement, I felt like dressing up for Chris, buying some newer and nicer outfits from college thrift or sarees from local indian store sale racks. I got into dresses, more flowy cotton ones, and even a couple of pairs of pleated skirts and tops. They were all more feminine, gradually abandoning my jeans and t-shirt college looks. I slept mostly in night t-shirts, but thanks to Chris' support, I did buy a couple of satin chemises and robe sets for my time spent with him.

Our intimacy evolved alongside our friendship. The sex became casual, comfortable, and yet bolder. We approached each other with confidence, devoid of shyness, asking and giving what the other wanted, catering to each other's mood. We had our routines, the jasmine scented massages and the slow, rhythmic missionary sessions, but occasionally, a raw hunger would take over, and one of us would simply take charge, demanding exactly what we needed. This would help us escape our demanding work, desperation, loneliness, or simply to have fun.

I remember a stormy day in late September, when you felt like cuddling with a partner as thunderstorms vibrated through my apartment windows. It had been two weeks since I last met up with Chris, as he was travelling. I wanted him. I utilized that time away from him to sprint a couple of sections of my thesis. That evening of our planned meeting, Chris was trapped in a grueling late-night prep for a critical investor meeting. As usual, on evenings of our encounters, my entire mind and body were reserved for him. Knowing he was stressed, I decided to play a game of seduction to entertain his mind and give him a break.

I had purchased two sari sets at a local Indian shop the week before, for special time with Chris. I dressed up in them and sent him photos to select his preference. The first was a bright, sunshine yellow satin sari with a large bold flower on the pallu drape, paired with a contrasting shiny sequin red blouse with bikini straps. The second sari was a sophisticated peacock color print with a sleek, sleeveless cut that fit my curves well, with string straps for a backless look. I had also spent time shaving, applying light makeup, eye liner around my expressive eyes, red nail polish, bindi and the usual light jewelry, hanging earring jhumkas, anklet payals and bangles.

He messaged back almost instantly:

"The yellow. It looks like fire against your skin." he texted back.

At 9:00 PM, with a mix of boredom and mounting desire, I sent him a photo of my discarded wet cotton panties on the floor.

I got a hanging tongue emoji back.

At 9:30 PM, still waiting, I unhooked the blue blouse and sent a selfie of my bare breasts, with nipples barely draped by the satin yellow fabric of the sari. "Where are you? What are you doing?".

"Arggggh!" Chris responded with an eggplant emoji. He even sent a picture of his hardon he was hiding under the conference table.

"I am very thirsty," I teased. I was enjoying it, while being frustrated for his presence.

Eventually I ate some of the food I cooked since Chris was also getting take out with his team. I curled up on the sofa with a blanket, drifting into a dreamy sleep, thinking of being cuddled in his arms. A ring on my phone at 11:00 PM jolted me awake.

"Are you still awake baby? I am outside your door and it's dark. Hoping you are not sleeping already."

In my dreamy half-sleepy state, I stumbled to the door, very happy to see Chris. He looked tired and didn't say a word. He just stepped in to hug me tight with a deep kiss on my lips. I grabbed hold of him almost desperately, moaning between his lips.

"I've been thinking about those photos for two hours." he whispered into my neck. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes possessive. "Rani, can I just fuck you right now? In this fire sari? I have been waiting to see you for two weeks."

"Yes," I murmured, matching his intensity. "My fire has been burning for you all evening."

He lifted me up straight, holding me up by gripping my thighs. I held him tight with his face buried in my chest. He carried me to bed and tossed me onto the edge of the mattress. With a quick movement of the wrist, he simply peeled the top pally of the sari away from my chest. He raised my legs, kissed my feet with hunger, placed them on his chest and pushed my soft satin sari and petticoat underskirt down around my waist, while pulling down his pants and briefs. I was leaning back topless, with my arms behind me on the bed holding me up, in a dreamy state watching my lover' eyes look at me with lust. All it took was a couple of strokes by his hand to achieve a throbbing erection in front of my face. He grabbed my shoulders to push me down on the bed aggressively, leaning on me to kiss on lips, sucking my neck, leaving hickies and biting my earlobes. Within a few minutes he squeezed my breasts tightly pinching my dark nipples, forcing a sudden scream from me.

"This fiery body needs control today." He leans down to suck hard on my nipples as his throbbing cock is nestled between our stomachs and the satin silk of the saree. My legs were folded and pushed up by his elbows now. I spread my arms on the bed, as my flames are going wild.

"These flames need your two week load to be extinguished," I teased again.

In a few minutes he grabbed my ankles to spread my legs around his shoulders to push my saree and petticoat down to my waist. Realizing this was going to be rough, I carefully bunched up my hair and moved it above my head, not to be pulled or stick to my neck anticipating a long sweaty session. He quickly placed his fingers on my pussy lips and inserted his middle finger to check on my wetness. Now I never really squirted or leaked my arousal juices, but my lovers could determine the level of my readiness inside my vagina walls which became more lubricated with my increased desires. His thumbs caressed my clit to make sure I got ready for him. I was as wet as the heavy rain, and as electrified as the lightning outside.

He aimed his cock to my now wet pussy, and in seconds entered me with a powerful and loud thrust that made both of us groan. He stood straight dominating over my body to pound me raw. I spread my hands to clasp the bedsheet as he grabbed my thighs to hold me close to him, my hips dangling over the edge of the bed and held up by his arms on my ankles. He drove into me with a continuous rhythm, his eyes enjoying my bouncing breasts that made me scream his name for more. I could feel my breasts bounce hard, so I decided to hold them. I drew circles around my nipples with my thumbs. He enjoyed looking into my sleepy eyes, getting lost in a dream state.

In this position Chris held my bottom on the edge of the bed, with my hips slightly raised. From that angle, I could clearly see how my dark brown pussy lips would unfold and stretch to grab hold of his shining cock when he pulled out at every stroke. My labia reminded me of lotus petals, which reminded me of the yoni always visualized as a lotus flower. I finally got the connection. His yoni was drenched with white cream, a mixture of his precum and my lubrication. It was beautiful, especially with my yellow fire saree providing the backdrop in this visual drama. I always remember the raw beauty of our sexual organs being so opposite, yet perfect for each other. A smile broke out from my heavy breathing and moans as he pounded me.

"Are you enjoying this Rani?" Chris asked as he saw my focus on his wet ling sharing its powerful energy in my lotus yoni.

"Yes, it is beautiful, Daddy. I love it when you fuck me hard. Keep doing it daddy. Fuck me hard." I just yelled out.

His stamina kept him going for several minutes as I reached my trance state. He flipped me over onto my knees without breaking our intimate connection into the doggy position. The bunched-up yellow silk of my sari was trapped between our bodies. His stamina was relentless, his hands gripping my hips to anchor me as he claimed every inch of my depth. My dripping yoni on his cock provided a medium for wet slapping noises accompanying my natural moans.

"Daddy, I want you to hold me and kiss me. I want to see you cum." I begged.

Without hesitation, he immediately turned me back around, pinning my wrists above my head, leaning down, burying his head in my neck to continue thrusting in me in a missionary position. His swirling tongue tickled me in the back of my neck as I giggled and shook to push his face away.

"Ooww, it's ticklish." He pulled his face back with a mischievous smile.

He found my sweet spot and dug back in on the other side and tickled me more. I shook again, increasing the intensity of his thrust and losing control of my body as Chris had me pinned down from thighs to neck to hands. I was struggling to breathe and moan, all at the same time.

I felt like I was in a mix of sleepy and floating as my orgasms started taking control of my senses. My orgasms were intense internally, forgetting the rest of the world, time and space, and only focused on my body convulsing, triggered by the magic of hormones in my body. I watched his face, dripping with sweat and primal lust as my thighs shivered in an intense orgasm, squeezing his body and my canal tightening around his cock. He buried himself deep, grunted loudly and started exploding inside me with a force that left us both shaking and me screaming. He remained inside me after his eruption, as I felt the volume of his cum now dripping down the crack of my buttocks, tickling my behind. I saw the time, and it had been hardly 15 minutes for this intense memorable session. He was still in his shirt unbuttoned and my saree bunched up between us.

We barely had time to catch our breath as his wet cock from our love juices found a position between my breasts as he straddled on top of me burying me under his body weight. He held his cock with his hand to rub his cum on my nipples, and in a short moment his hunger returned. He was still hard. He was not joking about his 2-week break from sex.

He carried my body from the edge to place me on the center of the bed, this time parallel to the headboard. He started biting my lips and neck while holding me tight by my hands. Only minutes later, he was ready again. He dominated me once again as he pounded into me, pushing my body with every hard thrust, driving my head off the edge of the bed. My head was supported by his hands under my neck and me wrapping my arms around his neck. I had started realizing that Chris was always ready for a second time, and in almost all cases, he always took longer to explode. I used to get tired, even though he was doing all the work. I enjoyed his domination that night, and many more nights to come. I also realized that he was always careful not to harm me physically. He was very careful and considerate to make sure I was getting pleasure. I started to love that about him and enjoyed his pounding rough sex. It was my duty as a sugar or even a girl friend to let my man do his thing, as long as I am being cherished. He continued pounding, slow and fast, deep and shallow, leaning straight up or embracing me, on his knees or on his toes or on his chest. He was an animal.

This time after an eternity of almost half an hour and multiple orgasms in my body.

"You said you want all of me?" Chris growled in between his heavy breathing.

"Yes baby." I moaned, realizing that he was close to his own orgasm.

He pulled out at the last second, his hands pulling my knees to slide me back on the bed. I looked up at him as he moved quickly to straddle my body and directed his bulging cock on my lips. He could not control himself and started ejaculating on my breasts as he moved up to my lips. I opened my mouth to take his nectar greedily, drinking all his release as a final game of our night of play. This was the first time I tasted his cum. I was too high in my trance to think intelligently about it, I just wanted to taste his love juices. I found it almost spiritual offering for all the prayer he has been doing on my body. Whatever my lover wants to offer, i was ready to receive. I tasted his sour, salty, almost a metallic tasting slimy cream, almost like a spicy salted buttermilk. I sucked his head as much as I could as he spurted many times, swallowing as much as I could. I could even smell the muskiness of our groins grinding against each other, our sweat and even my own lubrication. It was all pleasing, not filthy, almost divine.

We both collapsed next to each other, still partially clothed, retiring into a sweaty and tired sleep. He was not joking about his two-week load, as my thighs, face and my breasts were all dripping with a mix of both of our slick creamy juices. The breeze from the fan made these cum splashes feel cold on my body, still super-hot from our action. I remember he devoured me one more time early in the morning, my body in total submission.

We both woke up late around 9:30 wrapped around each other with the 18 feet of saree tangled across both of our bodies representing how our fire had ravaged us the whole night. I was numb and relaxed for the longest time, in and out of a dreamy post-coital high. Chris had stepped out to get me some lunch and roses before noon, before he left for his investor pre-meeting.

*Spoiler Alert* Chris still asks me to put on the yellow saree on occasions when he wants to dominate. I indulge him all the time.

LIBRARY PARKING

It was a weekday evening, at the university library, my brain feeling fried from reviewing coursework for my Digital Forensics mid-term the next day. Mila was with me but deep in her reviews on peer papers for an upcoming neuro conference. When my phone lit up with a text from Chris announcing his presence at a nearby sports complex for his younger daughter's tournament practice. He had a two-hour window with a plan to grab dinner, which he extended to me. I messaged back, asking for takeout for both Mila and me, explaining our work and my need to get to bed early to start fresh for my exam.

"Is that the Knight asking for a booty call?" Mila caught my smile to tease me.

I felt embarrassed. "No," I lied, "he's just bringing food for both of us."

My heart was anxious, knowing how our ad hoc meetings tended to transform into playtime. I told Mila I was done for the night and headed out to meet him and will see her at the apartment with food in about ninety minutes.

"Go get your tension fucked out of your brain. Leave some food for me, ok?" She giggled quietly as I ran out blushing. Mila knew me too well. My yoni was screaming for attention.

To maintain the discretion, I met Chris in a shadowy corner of the library parking lot. The moment I slipped into the passenger seat, I kissed him, but he looked frustrated. "I only have forty-five minutes before I have to pick up my daughter," he said, his hand lingering on my neck. "I can't even make it back to your apartment for dinner. I know if I make it to your bed, it will be an hour before I will regain my senses." He smiled and winked.

The evening was still Texas bright. The risk of being seen was high, as I could see students jogging in the distance and groups of peers walking. My need to de-stress amplified with his presence was too much, "I was actually looking forward to dessert," I whispered, looking with a naughty smirk on my face.

"We could stay right here," Chris the problem solver suggested, his eyes glinting with a familiar, daring mischief. "A car quickie. It's a college tradition, Rani."

"I have some decency, Chris," I protested, though the moisture between my thighs betrayed me. It only took his touch on my thighs and a kiss to convince me. I directed him to a far corner spot behind the library where the bushes and trees provided some seclusion.

I quickly jumped into the backseat, the adrenaline making my hands shake. He got out of the driver's seat casually entering the back seat grabbing me to kiss me aggressively. I was wearing soft, stretchy, body-hugging jeans that I peeled off in seconds. When he reached for my t-shirt, I pushed his hands away. "No, if someone drives by, I need to look like I'm just sitting here," Chris laughed softly, kicking his trousers down to his knees.

"Ride me, then. Like that first night. Show me how much you want to fuck me."

"Chris, you have made me into a cheap whore."

"No, no." shaking his head. "This time it seems like I am your cheap whore. Take what you want from me, madam. You have me for 40 more minutes till time runs out."

"Shut up Chris. Hold me." I straddled him, my chest buried against his ribs as I guided his thick, hard length into my dripping pussy. The sensation was electric. The cold leather of the seats against my legs, the hot power of his ling inside me, and the terrifying thrill of the windows in a library parking lot. I held him tight, burying my face into his shoulder to muffle my gasps as I rode him hard and fast.

Chris met my pace, his hands gripping my hips to help me as he too pounded upward in a rhythmic sync. The car was jumping, the suspension groaning with every frantic thrust. We kissed wildly, a desperate exchange of breath and saliva. A few minutes in, the pressure became unbearable. As I felt my walls clench in a violent explosion, I couldn't hold back a scream. I bit down hard on his shoulder, muffling the sound against his skin as he groaned, his own release exploding deep inside me. I collapsed on him again, breathing hard, our spent passion dripping onto the expensive leather seats.

"Wow, that was a record time of just 8 minutes." Chris exclaimed while panting, knowing we spent hours in any given sexual exploration session at my apartment. I was a mess, my t-shirt twisted, sweat between breasts under my sports bra, but my nerves finally calmed, as I now lay in his arms, both naked from the waist down. We took time to recover and enjoy some post coital kissing.

Chris looked at his watch and phone to check on his daughter's game. He took out some wet wipes to remove our sticky juices from his back seat and we both pulled our pants up. I squeezed through to the front seat. Chris came around to drive me to my apartment.

He handed me two bags, one with spicy biryanis for me and Mila. "The other real dessert, chocolate cake from La Madeleine for you ladies. I am glad I could be of service. Please call me again if you need anything." He smirked, not as a billion-dollar company CEO, but as a delivery driver and my personal whore as he dropped me at the apartment parking lot. I was smiling. My eyes presented an honestly satisfied mind and a happy soul.

"I am done with my dessert, a quick cannoli. Biryani and chocolate cake are waiting for you at my apartment," I texted Mila.

"Sounds like Chris already had his chocolate cake. See you in a few." She responded.

I slept with the afterglow, woke up fresh and aced my test.

KNIGHT's PERSONAL JOURNEY

What I didn't realize then, as I tried to keep my mental awareness of this relationship with an expiry date, was that Chris was moving in the opposite direction. While I was busy staying within my lane in this shadow life, he was tearing his down. He was going through his own experiment for his future with a clear intent to build a plan and execute it.

About five months into our arrangement, we were enjoying another high-end Indian dinner at a new downtown spot. Our intimacy felt more intellectual, almost like a married couple. I looked at Chris to open up about a curiosity that had been on the back of my mind for a while.

"Chris," I began, "You are so present with me. You're caring, you're passionate, but you have a whole world, a wife, and children waiting for you. How do you just, like, turn that off to be here with me?" I paused. "And are you just going to turn me off when your hunger is gone or want something different?"

His expression turned serious, executive like, "I am with you, Rani. It is a question I ask myself many times." His eyes focused on mine, "Keeping these worlds separate is mentally draining. I'm not naive enough to think I can do it forever. I know that if I try to live a parallel life for too long, it will eventually start to bleed into my work and my family, and I can't let that happen. People I care about would get hurt, including you."

He took a slow sip of his old fashioned, choosing his words like a CEO. "You asked if this is just hunger. It's not. For me, this is a personal experiment. I've reached the peak of what society calls success. I have an awesome career, marriage, wonderful kids and financial independence. But somewhere along the way, I started feeling very stuck. I'm here because I need to know if I could still connect with someone else, if I could feel something new, or if I'm just done."

He reached across the table, his hand holding mine. "I'm confused, Rani. And if I'm being honest, my decision to dive into this with you was driven by a desire to feel close to someone again. I'm happy I can solve your financial problems. To me, that money is nothing for the life lessons you are giving me. I'm using our time together to figure out what I want for the rest of my life."

Wanting to break the seriousness, I smiled, "You know, in India, people go to the Himalayas to meditate and find spirituality."

Chris laughed back with his usual smart response, "Did I not tell you before, that I found spirituality in your temple, under the goddess that is present in front of me. I appoint you my spiritual guru."

The car ride back home was quiet under the shadow of our serious discussion. Back at the apartment, tangled together on my small sofa, I grabbed his hand with both of mine.

"But if I'm just part of your experiment, what happens when you find what you're looking for? If you realize you want love, will you go find an ideal mate in your own world? I'm terrified that you'll decide to move forward and just leave me hanging. You're such a quick decision-maker, Chris. That makes you very risky for someone like me who depends on you."

Chris reached down, taking my chin in his hand so I had to meet his eyes. "Rani, look at me. In my world, commitment is a contract of honor. I might be exploring my own direction, but I've decided to protect your education journey. Even if my personal journey takes me somewhere else eventually, you will graduate successfully, not because of me, but because of you. I should not be a variable in your algorithm."

For him, the experiment was driving towards a conclusion both of us hadn't anticipated. The liveliness he felt with me wasn't just a proof point, it was becoming his oxygen. Slowly, over the passing months, his thoughts were evolving into a permanent vision. He wasn't just looking for an escape anymore, he was starting to build a world where I was at the center, a plan which he never shared with me.

*Spoiler Alert* I realize his plan now, almost two years later, trapped in the romantic world he created for us.

SUGAR TO A GIRL FRIEND TRANSFORMATION

A week before Thanksgiving, we had just finished breakfast. "Rani," he started in a warm tone hinting at a new adventure.

"Thanksgiving is coming up. I go on a fall glamping trip with my family in Texas hill country every year. The trees are a beautiful color at that time of year. But this year, I want to do another trip with just us. Right after I finish with the family."

He leaned in, his hand holding mine. "I want you to come as my girlfriend, Rani. Not as an arrangement. I want us to take that next step."

What next step!! I was shocked. My heart entered a nervous state with all kinds of visuals flashing in my brain. A practical fear. I was comfortable in our relationship, and he was trying to change it. I couldn't get angry or emotional.

"What does that actually mean?" I said in nervous curiosity, "Being your 'girlfriend' for this trip? There is no way either of us can step out of our boundaries. You know that!"

Chris looked at me, holding my shoulders firm. "Rani, I've realized that I can't live within those boundaries anymore. Not at home, and certainly not with you. They've started to feel like a cage. I want to move forward with you and at home."

My nervousness transitioned into an adrenaline pumped anxiety. My financial survival depended on his stability, and his stability depended on our boundaries.

"No, Chris," in a fearful shiver. "I cannot be the reason you break your family. That was never the deal." Tears fill my eyes.

Chris watched the tears building in my eyes, and I could see the immediate shift in his expression. He held me tight on the sofa. "I'm sorry, Rani. I didn't think this through properly. But using you to break my home was not my intent."

He took a deep breath, leaning back to give me some space and looked into my eyes. "I hear you. The boundary provides you with safety. But I also know that what we have is amazing, too big to be contained. Let's just call it a controlled expansion. You will be in control. I promise."

He looked at me processing his clarification. After my tears dried out a bit, and my normal breathing returned, "You know, a girlfriend brings her whole world, as is. She brings her bad moods, her period cramps, her obsession with my education. I am also a normal Indian girl who enjoys movies, hoarding on Indian food, chatting with friends and family in my Hindi, and following our traditions. And don't forget the family complications. I looked at him with a pause, trying to scare him about the harsh reality. "And maybe even no sex weeks, and you may not know, Indian women can argue. Smart ones are vicious." I smirked.

"What's so funny?" I respond as Chris starts to laugh.

"Nice try, but you aren't going to frighten me away that easily. I am laughing because to me, I want all of that. You think describing your bad moods or your messy days makes you less desirable, but to me, it just makes you real. I've seen your explosive passion, the inner and outer beauty, the smarts. Now I want the rest of you, as you are. I want boring days and arguments. I want to know all of you."

"You're either a very brave man, Chris," after looking at him for a long time I continued, "Or a very foolish one. Or a very very cunning man luring a young Indian girl into your trap."

"Let us figure it out together." as he shrugged his shoulders without a clear answer.

"And what about the contract? You know I am dependent on it. For you it is easy not to like something about the real me and then walk away!"

"I will never mess with my commitment to your degree completion. Trust me. Give me a few more weeks, I will assure you." He said very confidently, with a plan in his brain. He was my boss, who am I to argue.

"For now, let's be together for three days. I will cook for you. Let's watch some Bollywood movies. Ok?" I was not sure where this led to, in this temporary relationship with an expiry date. But I stayed quiet.

"Real me? Ok. Don't complain that I did not warn you. Just don't run away Mr. CEO."

I accepted his logic but with a dose of skepticism. I also realized that I have been comfortable in a formal boyfriend relationship before, where I gave and received on my own terms.

"Oh, and I expect to have my periods around thanksgiving. Let me see you live around me with that." I smirked as Chris laughed, realizing the real me was going to be handful.

Then came Wednesday morning, the day before Thanksgiving.

I woke up to find a bunch of official emails from the university administration. My heart raced, wondering what it could be. I read the words: Research Assistantship Re-instated. It had an official letter to be a part of the program again. I read a statement from the Accounts Office showing that my entire year of tuition and living expenses had been paid in full. Not only that, but the university owed me a refund for the two payments I'd put together with my arrangement funds, plus a back-payment of my stipend.

Before I could even process the math, my phone rang. It was my professor. "Rani, congratulations! I just got the official word. We received a massive endowment from a private venture firm to sponsor cybersecurity research for the next five years. You were my first choice to receive the full fellowship. Your despair is over, kid. Get back to work with full dedication minus any worries.

"Thank you, sir, for everything." I responded in a shivering voice, emotionally shocked, as I sat on the edge of my study chair, shaking. The miracle had happened. I was funded. I was safe.

"Thank you for your wonderful work. Have a great Thanksgiving."

My first instinct was to scream with joy and inform Chris. But as I stared at the phone, a realization came forward. Our arrangement was anchored on my desperation and his ability to solve it. If the problem was gone, the reason for the arrangement vanished. I realized a sudden loneliness in my future. I felt I was effectively losing him. I decided I would spend this one last planned weekend with him, as a final goodbye.

I couldn't sit alone with the news. I ran to Mila's apartment. When I told her, she let out a shriek of joy and immediately uncorked a bottle of sparkling sweet wine. "A miracle, Rani! A literal Thanksgiving miracle!"

As we sat on her sofa, Mila's analytical mind started whirring. "Who is this venture company?" she asked, pulling her laptop onto her knees. "Who just drops five years of funding on a cybersecurity lab in the middle of a semester?"

She googled the firm's name from my email. I watched the screen, my wine glass halfway to my lips. She clicked on the 'About' section, scrolling through the website.

"Rani." she whispered. She turned the laptop toward me.

There, listed as the sole owner and Principal of the venture firm, was Chris.

The room went silent. Everything clicked into place. The "Contract" hadn't been terminated. It had been transformed into something I didn't have a name for yet.

I sat on Mila's sofa, my body trembled in anger and fear as I stared at the screen. I knew I had to be careful. If I got angry, I risked shattering both my relationship and my sponsorship or if I was too passive, I'd lose myself. Mila advised, "Talk to Chris." I will help.

I took my phone and texted Chris.

Me: Chris, I have some incredible news to share. My research program has been fully funded. Tuition, stipend, everything. It's all been reinstated and paid in full.

Chris: That is wonderful, Rani! Congratulations. I know how much this means to you. I knew it would cheer you up.

I froze. Mila and I exchanged a sharp look. He wasn't even trying to be subtle.

Me: You knew? Chris, how did you know about this before I did?

Chris: LOL, of course I knew.

Chris: Your professor and I had a long talk. He convinced me that you are the ideal candidate for my company's new university collaboration initiative. By sponsoring the lab, my venture firm gets access to university research, top-tier talent, and first dibs on any startups students dream up. It's a strategic move for my investment company.

The anger drained out of me, replaced by a heavy, humbling wave of gratitude. He wasn't hiding behind a curtain. Instead, he was standing right in front of me, admitting he had used his power to secure my life, but framing it as a business win to save my pride.

Me: Thank you, Chris. Truly. I don't even know what to say.

Chris: You don't have to say anything. Enjoy your Thanksgiving potluck. Thank you for being such a force in my life, Rani. I have to get back to my kids now. Apparently, I suck at card games. Talk soon.

Mila pulled me into a massive hug. "Rani, this is wonderful, don't overthink it. Just breathe."

I tried to be happy, but a low-level anxiety hummed in my chest. The contract had just changed.

The next morning, the relationship transformation became official. I opened my laptop to find an email from Chris's private account with a formal attachment: Notice of Termination of Personal Arrangement.

My anxiousness reappeared; I was not prepared for another surprise. He was giving me a 30-day notice to terminate his side of our contract. The document stated that he no longer required my "services." He would honor the financial commitment of $3000 a month, but I was under no obligation to meet him or even speak to him. I was, effectively, a free bird.

Before I could burst into tears or scream, my phone buzzed with a text.

Chris: Don't worry about the letter. It's what we talked about. No more contracts, Rani. Just us. I hope you are excited, girlfriend.

I stared at the "Termination" on my screen and the "Invitation" on my phone. He had killed the Sugar Baby to make room for me, as a person. I shivered with emotion, feeling the burden of selling my body for money disappear. I was really happy at the end of that chapter.

On Friday, as I was packing my bag to vacation with Chris, I wondered if I was ready for this new reset. Am I really in control or still in a sugar cage, still paid by him? I shivered a bit, realizing I am not quite a free bird. I still have obligations!

HILL COUNTRY ESCAPE

The drive on Friday evening was charming, holding hands, caressing thighs, listening to music and talking about our week. I decided to enjoy the experience and not bring up questions about what this new girlfriend relationship meant. We stopped at Whole Foods discussing the weekend menu and picking ingredients, snacks and drinks like a couple living together.

We finally pulled into a modern all-glass house, secluded, tucked away on a private ridge of a rolling hill. Once the gates closed behind us, the rest of the world vanished. The interior was furnished with modern furnishings, backed by panoramic views, that matched Chris's personal style. Outside, the colored lights in the infinity pool shimmered as the wood burning fireplace crackled inside the house, providing us with a romantic environment for a new relationship. Chris and I unpacked the grocery bags on the marble island and he turned to me.

"How does it feel?"

I looked at him, feeling my familiar desire for him, "It feels, umm, very comfortable," my mind still trying to figure it out.

After dining on a quick pre-cooked meal we picked up, we retired to the sofa, surfing channels, settling on a food network show we both liked, feeling like a married couple. Chris was aware of my periods, and we just held hands with occasional soft kisses, no expectations of sex. We were both tired and retired to bed in our underwear, him spooning my body under the comforter. It was the first night I spent with Chris without sex.

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen to find Chris already busy preparing an egg-white omelet and sautéing baby potatoes in rosemary and butter. I hugged him tight, placing a wet kiss on his lips as he patted my hips. I grabbed coffee and stepped outside for a moment. The air was chilly, waking me up fully and hardening my nipples. Chris laughed as he followed me, grabbed me from behind and cupped my breasts.

"Come inside, warm yourself with breakfast." "I want to show you the hills, let's go on a morning drive. It is serene." Chris laid out the day.

After a warm ritual shower together, we headed out around 10:00 AM. I had dressed in a white skirt with thick, warm stockings and a soft v-neck purple sweater. I felt free to take control of the car's audio with a Spotify playlist of romantic Bollywood duets. The melodious voices blazed out of his luxury SUV with my hands waving in the breeze from my open window in a beautiful rolling hill landscape painted with fall color leaves.

"What are they saying, Rani? It sounds playful." Chris was fascinated. I spent the drive translating the poetry of the lyrics, metaphors of the moon, the monsoon rains, and several indirect references to sexual acts. He smiled throughout as I sang along a few verses holding his hand.

"I did not know you were such a sweet singer, Rani." Chris showered his praise.

"Stop it. You know I don't really like lies, false praise. I am a terrible singer, but a decent dancer." I giggled while responding.

"You sound melodious to me. I will enjoy it. I did enjoy your dance moves on your birthday; we should do it more often." he smiled back.

We drove slowly, stopping at lookout points watching the sunlight painting the valleys. After about an hour or so, Chris reached a scenic lake, turned into a dirt path to a secluded picnic spot with a few benches with barbeque pits. It was a small clearing with a panoramic view of the water, shielded by a stand of trees. There wasn't another soul in sight. He spread out a sleeping bag and a blanket on a dry grass patch. The silence let my focus back on Chris' meticulous planning to surround me with beauty and luxury. He had packed a picnic bag with mimosas as well as crackers and cheese to munch on. He was creating moments for both of us.

"Chris," I whispered right into his ears. "My period ended last night." looking into his eyes with a clear mischievous hint for him to devour his girlfriend. I leaned into him, my fingers caressed his hair as I wrapped my arms around neck. My desire to be physically satisfied and please the caring man broke my restraint for the planned weekend celibacy test for Chris. I too hadn't had sex for ten days.

He didn't hesitate. He laid me down gently on the sleeping bag as he pulled the heavy blanket over us both, creating a private cocoon in the wild. This time he had no intention of showing me off naked to the world. His kiss was slow, deep, and tasted of salt and mimosas. He had the familiar smell of the wife's gifted cologne that I was now very used to. Under that blanket, he slowly pulled up my skirt to caress my legs, crawling up to my thighs. He teased my labia and my pussy lips as my wetness started to build on my panties. He pulled my panties off.

He kissed my neck and whispered, "You are amazing, Rani. I love you."

I acknowledged his proclamation by kissing his lips hard, almost biting them. I held him tighter. My breathing became heavier with gentle moans, conscious about our open location. He held me for the longest time, his one arm holding my head and other pulling on my hips, as he looked deep into my eyes. Time paused. My senses were hyper-tuned; I could smell the woods as a cool breeze acknowledged our love in the wilderness.

"What are the odds of us meeting under normal circumstances, Rani?" He said seriously. "I have been reading about Hinduism, and if this is not a miraculous destiny, thanks to my karmic actions, I am not sure what it is."

He was in a spiritual mode, ready to worship me. We were both cherishing all our five senses focused on each other under the heavenly blue sky above us. He pulled his pants and briefs down to his knees and moved over me between my legs, placing both hands on his cock head. He leaned over me resting on his elbows to avoid putting weight on me on a hard surface. He was so considerate about me.

He rubbed his hard cock on my pussy lips, not wanting to give in to the temptation for a quickie. Our love juices building up to a very wet slick pool, as he finally inserted himself into me with ease and gentleness. I moaned slightly as Chris focused on my every move and sound. I unbuttoned his shirt to caress his chest and his back while he moved inside me in a slow, shallow rhythm.

"I love you too, Chris." I murmured. "I feel so happy with you." He responded by taking my hands into his, tightening his grip between my fingers and kissing me deeply. He pushed his body weight on mine and increased his pace with gentle force. I could feel his throbbing warm head rubbing all around my vagina walls. There were no body slapping sounds, just our breathing. I was careful not to scream. Chris helped muffle my moans with deep kisses throughout the last few minutes of our love making. I was drowned in all my senses, eventually giving in to my body shivers, the beginning of an orgasm. Chris continued for a while till he exploded inside me with a large load he had built up the entire week.

He lay down on his back as I cuddled around him under the blanket, my wet spilling thighs wrapped around his. I think we both dozed off for a bit, waking up in the afterglow in a cool mountain breeze.

"Let us go into this village. There are some shops and a sandwich place. Then we can hit the hot tub."

We walked around the village with my arms wrapped around his and entered a quaint boutique with clothing, jewelry, and art from local artists. A specific dress set caught my eye, a full-sleeve blouse and skirt set made with raw silk in autumnal colors. The embroidery was a modern take on typical American southern pattern, sleek and conservative in its silhouette, yet the blouse featured a daring, deep-neck knot that added sensuality. I glanced at the price tag and walked away towards a display of locally made colored stone jewelry.

"Rani, this is your size. Won't you try it on?" I turned to find the shopkeeper holding the embroidered set, following Chris' request.

"Chris, the price is ridiculous," I whispered.

"I'd like to see you in it." I obliged, stepping out of the fitting room, the dress was a perfect fit and elegant. The shopkeeper helped me adjust the knot with her expert hands. Chris walked over with a set of stone jewelry, immediately putting it on me.

"He has excellent taste. You two are beautiful together." as she smiled and admired our attraction in shameless public display. She became bolder with us and smirked, "We have some lace lingerie that would provide some fun for the weekend."

"No, thank you," I said, mischievous eyes. "This man doesn't usually leave it on me for very long, anyway." We all giggled as Chris pulled me and placed a kiss on my forehead. He asked for my other clothes to be packed, and I walked out in this new outfit.

We returned to the glass house, with light, to-go sandwiches since we had feasted on breakfast and samosas. It was around 2:00 PM, and the Texas fall sun was bright and not hot. Chris brought an iced water pitcher and, to my surprise, a container of mango lassi from his secret Indian grocery spree. We sat on the deck, in the panoramic beauty of Hill Country.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit. I didn't think we'd be doing this."

"Neither did I. We can keep it simple. Underwear, or just, you know, keep it natural. There's no one out here but some black birds, Rani."

With Chris, my shame had also disappeared. I headed inside, carefully hanging my new outfit, and emerged with a towel wrapped around me. Chris was already in, his broad shoulders visible above the bubbles and steam.

The 65 degree air was biting at my skin for a split second before I stepped into the water. It was incredibly hot at 100F. Chris reached out, his grip steady and warm, helping me slowly immerse myself to get acclimated, unwrapping my towel slowly and navigating me directly in front of a high-power jet.

"Oooh, oh my god," feeling the jet massage my spine. "This is the ultimate luxury."

We spent an hour playing like newly wed lovebirds. Chris held my hand, occasionally pulling me into the center of the tub to kiss me, his touch light and caressing my breasts. He relaxed floating on his back, his cock soft and glistening above the surface. He helped me do the same, supporting my waist as I looked up at the vast Texas sky, feeling weightless and relaxed. Both our bodies were glowing against the setting sun, with drops of water adorning our sexual bodies.

Eventually, the heat became too much, causing Chris's skin to turn a glowing red. He climbed out to sit on the stone edge, his legs still dangling in the water, sipping iced water. I moved between his thighs, looking up at him. The contrast of my tan skin against his transparent white glowing pink.

"I can see your veins," I laughed, "White skin is so transparent."

"Chris, why aren't you and your wife attracted to each other? You're such a sexy man." looking up at him.

"I wish I had a clear answer, Rani. We just, like, stopped caring. Neither of us sought help. It's almost like we both subconsciously want something else. You know they say that 50% of marriages fail in America, but I believe 50% of people fall in love again. And that is a good thing, I think."

I looked down at the water, my heart was heavy. "I feel so guilty sometimes. Being in this luxury, in that outfit we bought today is nearly my mother's monthly teacher salary back home. They work so hard, and I'm here, in a palace, drinking lassi in a hot tub."

Chris reached down, cupping my chin. "Rani, always look at the glass as half full. Enjoy the progress you've made and then share that success back. Like I'm doing with your university. It's all positive." I appreciated his approach in life and aspired to think like him.

As he spoke in his caring but commanding voice, our eyes embraced each other in romance. I looked down and saw his cock beginning to stir, perhaps hardening in the cool breeze as he looked at me. The urge to please him lit up in me.

I reached up, my wet hot hands wrapping around the hardening base of his shaft. I gave him a playful, wicked smirk. "This glass is half-full. Or half-erect? See? I'm a fast learner."

He laughed, as I pulled myself up. I took him into my mouth with a slow, focused passion, my eyes connecting with his, accepting my offering to him. The contrast of the cool air on my back and the heat of him was intoxicating. I used my tongue to trace the ridge of his head, swirling around the sensitive tip before sucking hard on his head, keeping it shallow. He was too big in depth for my mouth. I used my hands to stroke his cock as I gently sucked his head like a lollipop. I used my other hand to cup his testicles.

His body smelled of light chlorine, as I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. Chris gently caressed my shoulders as we looked into each other's eyes. He gently guided my head to go a bit deeper. I obliged by turning my head to let his mushroom head hit my cheeks. His moans were satisfied. I took breaks by kissing and licking his entire cock, while I kept stroking with my hand to keep his momentum going. I was in control as Chris was in bliss, looking at me serving his raw sexuality. My other hand anchored around him holding his love handles.

I took his shaft back in my mouth, this time going deeper. Chris was groaning, his fingers knotting in my damp hair as I picked up the pace and depth for his pleasure. I could hear occasional slurping sounds between the loud bubbling of the tub. I looked up at him through my lashes, watching his face enjoying it with pleasure. He finally reached his limit, his hips bucking as he exploded, his first load filling my mouth, and then as I removed it, splashing across my breasts and shoulders. I swallowed his load teasingly looking at him, as I am aware men find that very dominating. I rubbed the rest of his slimy cum on my breasts, before I immersed myself back into the chlorinated tub to wash it off.

This act heated me up, with sweat running on my face. We finished with a quick dip in the heated but slightly cooler 80-degree infinity pool to reset our body temperatures. Chris decided it was time to start the veggie lasagna, but he urged me to stay. "Take your time, Rani. Soak it in. Relax"

I moved back to the hot tub, feeling top of the world. On an impulse, I grabbed my phone and placed a video call to Mila. She had just returned from a big race on Thanksgiving in Colorado, and I knew she was relaxing in her apartment, as we always kept connected with location sharing.

"Oh my god, look at you!" Mila shrieked when she picked up. I turned on the front camera as I turned around in the tub to show the entire outdoors. "The Indian Queen in her castle!"

I laughed, propping the phone up. "Mila, the view is insane."

"Rani," Mila's voice took on a teasing. "I can see the 'view,' alright. I can see your shameless nipples girl!" I gasped to realize that between the bubbles my naked body was perfectly visible on camera. I shrieked with laughter, half-shamed but mostly just happy, as I scrambled to adjust the phone. We chatted for 30 minutes about her race and her amazing week. We were both happy for each other.

After Chris headed inside to start dinner, I stayed in the hot tub leaning my head back against the stone rim, watching the steam rise as the stars in the sky teased the arrival of dusk. The water was so warm, enveloping me like a lover's embrace, and as I floated, my mind wandered to us. When we were together, we belonged. How could this work? He was a world away from my Indian reality. He's married, older, from a completely different world. My family back home would never understand.

I am sexually liberated but not naive. I decided right then to savor this while it lasted. I'd have fun with him, let him worship my body until I finished my degree. Then I'd grab a job somewhere far away, maybe California or New York. No strings, no heartbreak, only beautiful memories.

After a while, I stepped out, the cool air hitting my naked skin and making my nipples harden instantly. I wrapped up in the fluffy towel, feeling a familiar tingle between my thighs. Chris was in the kitchen, already showered and looking handsome in his black jeans and that untucked blue check shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I tiptoed over, the towel slipping a bit as I pressed against him planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"Smells amazing," He smiled, his hands briefly grazing my hips turning on my water works. "Let me go shower first."

"Take your time, we have the whole evening." he murmured in a sexy deep voice and hesitatingly let go after another spicy kiss.

I took my time in the shower, the hot water washing away the salt and the sweat of the afternoon. I took my time, lathering my body with the scented soap, my fingers tracing the curves of my breasts and down to my yoni, and shaving my intimate area. I was already wet thinking about the evening. I wanted to be groomed for him. I stepped into the embroidered outfit we'd bought in the village. I decided to skip the underwear entirely, wanting to feel free, accessible, ready for whatever desire overtook us.

I decked myself with the stone jewelry he'd chosen, styled my wavy hair loose, applied a touch of kohl to my big brown eyes, and dotted a matching pink bindi on my forehead for that traditional flair. A spray of jasmine perfume completed my signature floral and intoxicating goddess feeling.

Because the temperature had dropped, we moved the small table right in front of the fireplace. I helped him set the table, our hands and body brushing to tease each other, as we arranged the salad and the wine glasses. He put on a travel show, and we dined, sharing stories of the world. I told him about my memorable beach trips, how I loved the crashing of the waves while I sat in the shade, the smell of the sea, water activities, boating and the magic of a sunset.

He switched the channel to some classical music, pulling me up to dance. His arms wrapped around my waist, and we swayed slowly, but I couldn't help laughing. "This is too slow for me. I prefer faster Bollywood beats, the kind that make your hips shake!" We giggled, my body pressing against his, feeling the heat building between us even in the innocence of the moment.

Clearing up was torture, we couldn't stop touching each other. His hands brushed my hips as he loaded plates, mine grazed his chest packing leftovers into the refrigerator; our eyes were like magnets pulling us together, making the simple chore feel like foreplay. Finally, as he turned on the dishwasher with a beep, he spun toward me, his eyes dark with hunger. In one swift move, he scooped me up, placing me on the marble island.

"Time for dessert," he growled, "You."

My heart raced, that feminine thrill of being wanted washing over me. He unwrapped my blouse like a gift, the knot giving way easily, exposing my bare breasts to his hungry gaze. He cupped them, his large hands fitting perfectly around my 34C fullness, thumbs circling my dark brown areolas until my nipples hardened for action. He kissed them softly at first, then massaged with firm squeezes that made me arch my back, moaning as waves of pleasure oozed from my chest to my clit. He licked broad strokes across each nipple, sucking them into his mouth with wet, hungry pulls that had me moaning, my fingers threading through his hair. He rubbed them against his roughening cheeks, the friction was raw, and I laughed breathlessly when it tickled, only to moan deeply when he pinched or bit gently, sending jolts straight to my throbbing pussy. He was lost in them, feasting like a man starved. I felt like the goddess with the power of my body controlling his mind. My nipples responded with sensitivity and hardness to his feast, my mind enjoying his lust. My lips kissed him, licked and gently bit his earlobes, as I smelled his familiar cologne and fresh shampoo from his hair. Chris took breaks by reaching up to kiss me passionately, holding me tight as I sat on the island with my legs wrapped around his waist or sometimes just placing his nose between my breasts to smell my body.

"Do you like my breasts?" smirking, knowing well he was deeply immersed into cherishing my body. "They belong to you," I whispered, "Kiss them."

After a while, he lifted my skirt, bunching it around my waist, laying me back on the island with two sofa cushions under my head for comfort. The marble was cold against my bare back, contrasting the heat building inside me. He picked up my feet dangling down the island, started sucking each one of my toes lightly before trailing up my calves, knees, inner thighs, slow, teasing, making me squirm with need. When he reached my labia, he paused, smirking.

"No underwear? Naughty girl."

I bit my lip, feeling exposed. "You did not buy me any." We laughed.

He dove in, his tongue parting my slick folds, lapping at my wetness with long, flat strokes that made my hips buck. He was masterful as usual. Fingers spreading my labia wide, one dipping inside to curl against my G-spot while his tongue flicked my swollen clit in rapid circles. The pressure built fast, my clit pulsing under his suction, his fingers thrusting in rhythm, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. I grabbed his head, my nails digging in as the orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth, my body shaking in ecstasy, feminine release running through me like a tidal wave. Panting, I held him tight placing his head on my bare tummy.

"Take me to the sofa." I commanded, my voice soft with desire. Chris instantly pulled me up in a seated position, held my hips firmly and carried me to the large maroon sofa.

I jumped in shock as the cold leather touched my heated back. I asked him to switch positions. He sat, and I straddled him desperately, our lips crashing in a frantic kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. We undressed each other, tossing my remaining skirt aside, his shirt and jeans yanked off until we were skin to skin. I positioned myself over his long shaft, sinking down slowly, feeling every inch stretch my pussy walls, filling me completely.

"Oh Chris" I squirmed with that warm fullness throbbing, hitting deep. I rode him hard, my hands around his shoulders grabbing the sofa back, hips grinding in circles then bouncing up and down, my breasts jiggling with each thrust. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone, I felt wild, liberated, fucking my boyfriend hard, the wet slapping sounds providing a rhythm to our ritual. He groaned, hands on my hips guiding me, thrusting up to meet me, and I loved to control the feminine power of taking my pleasure from him.

"Fuck me hard Chris. Pound me that you like to do sometimes."

I submitted in exhaustion, but nowhere close to being complete. He turns me around with my knees on the sofa, arms and head resting on the sofa back.

"Turn off the lights," wanting to see the starry outside world, making love in just the fire's glow.

The flames reflected on our sweaty skins, providing a rustic smell of burning cedar wood. He positioned behind me, his cock teasing my entrance before sliding in deep in one hard thrust and a loud slapping noise. He slowly pulls, then roughly hammers, slamming his groin against my hips, balls slapping my clit. Each thrust sent shockwaves through me, deep, filling, hitting my cervix in a perfect trance state where nothing else mattered, only focused on his hard thrusts. I realized he'd already cum twice today, so he had holding power to go longer for this third round. I relished it, pushing back against his thrusts, feeling his cock piston in and out, my walls gripping him tightly. He grabbed my hips tight as I orgasmed a third time, my pussy spasming around him, milking his length as I cried out, submitting fully to the sensation, my body his to command.

Submitting to my king felt so right, my body satisfied, every nerve focused on our divine act of creation. We took a quick break, sweaty and breathless.

"I need to see you, hold you," I said, lying on my back on the sofa. He entered me missionary position immediately, my legs spread wide, one ankle pushed wide with his hand and the other resting on the sofa back. He thrust relentlessly, deep, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce, his cock dragging along my sensitive walls, building that coil again. I pulled his sweaty body on top of me, kissed him throughout, tasting his salty sweat, our cheesy tongues dancing as he drove into me. Finally, he exploded, hot cum flooding my pussy in thick spurts, pushing me over the edge into a final, shared climax.

We ended up cuddling on the sofa under a blanket, my head on his chest, watching the fire crackle. I felt an utterly loved feminine feeling in the afterglow, feeling independent from any immorality that I used to feel.

"I feel free, Chris." regaining my senses and my breath. "I feel loved. I feel different not having to be with you but wanting to be with you. Thank you for releasing me from our contract."

"Thank you, Rani. As an older man, I am really honored to be desired by you. I will do anything to make you happy. I love you." he said, as I stayed quiet as my always analytical mind questioned the meaning of this love.

We ended the weekend by spending the next day, Sunday together, cooking light meals, staying at this house, enjoying the hot tub, making love twice more during the day and even introducing Chris to a Bollywood romantic movie on Netflix. We enjoyed being a couple in this escape before we headed back to our respective lives.