Because ever since Shaista told her everything about Arahan, how he was all bark, how he crumbled under real strength, she had started wondering what it would be like to have a boyfriend like that. Someone she could tease, toy with, make whine and beg.
She had never thought he'd actually do something like this in a public bus.
She glanced around quickly. No one was looking. The crowd was thick, heads turned forward, the bus too noisy and bumpy for anyone to notice what was happening in the very back corner.
She sighed in relief, then looked back at Arahan with a tiny, challenging smile.
"You really did it," she said softly. "How can you do that? You're such a beast. Now what are you going to do? Pull out your cock and ram it in me right here?"
Arahan pulled out his cock in one quick motion, thick, hard, and started rubbing the head against her bare ass cheeks.
Naziya chuckled quietly, but she didn't want her first time to be on a bumpy public bus.
So she continued her acting. She panicked on cue, voice trembling.
"Arahan, I'm begging you… please don't do it here… everyone will see," she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes for effect.
Arahan tightened his grip on her waist. He was now grinning, puffed up, victorious.
"Then tell me, my little whore, where should I fuck you? But I'm definitely going to fuck you."
Naziya trembled theatrically. Then, in a small, shaky voice, she whispered:
"Come to my house… I live alone… you can fuck me there… please, not here…"
But just then, something neither of them expected happened. The bus hit a massive bump.
Arahan's cock, already pressed right against her, slipped forward from the jolt and pushed straight into her ass.
Naziya's eyes went wide.
She was about to scream, but in pure reflex, she grabbed his hand and shoved it against her mouth, biting down hard on his palm to muffle the sharp, sudden cry.
The road stayed bumpy after that. Arahan didn't even need to move.
With every violent jolt of the bus, his cock thrust in and out of her ass on its own, shallow, erratic, uncontrollable.
Naziya's eyes watered. Her teeth sank deeper into his hand. Her body jerked with each bump, ass clenching around him involuntarily, pain and shock mixing with the strangest, most unexpected heat.
A few minutes later, after one particularly hard jolt, Arahan groaned low in his throat and came.
Hot, thick pulses filled her ass.
He held her tight against him, hips twitching, emptying everything he had.
When the bus finally steadied, Naziya quickly pulled her leggings and panties back up with shaking hands and slid off his lap onto the seat beside him.
But now she was staring at him, with the look of a wife who's furious at her husband.
Arahan swallowed hard under that look. He had expected fear, tears, maybe even anger, but this quiet, unblinking stare felt far more dangerous. It was the same look Shaista gave him when she was done playing nice.
"I'm really sorry about what happened in the bus," he said quickly, voice small and rushed. "I was just joking with you. I didn't think… I didn't mean for it to actually happen."
Naziya still said nothing.
The bus reached her stop. Without a word, she stood up, and stepped into the aisle. At the door she paused, glanced back at him once, and gave a tiny jerk of her head, follow.
Arahan stood automatically, like a husband caught red-handed by his wife. He followed her off the bus without protest.
She walked ahead in silence down the narrow village lane. Arahan trailed a few steps behind, head slightly bowed, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The evening air was cool, but he was sweating.
Naziya's house appeared at the edge of the village, a modest two-story building, isolated, with no close neighbors. Lights were off except for one bare bulb glowing on the veranda. The place looked empty. Quiet. Private.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside without looking back.
Arahan hesitated on the threshold.
"I'm… I'm getting late. I should go home," he mumbled.
Naziya turned slowly. Her expression was unreadable.
"Come in."
"Oh, yeah, right. I should come in." He nodded quickly and stepped inside.
She closed the door behind him with a soft click.
The living room was dim, lit only by the veranda bulb filtering through the curtains. The silence felt heavy.
Arahan started talking before she could.
"I'm really sorry about what happened on the bus," he blurted. "I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident. You kept grinding on me and provoking me, so I was just trying to scare you. Then the bus hit that bump and… it just happened. I swear I didn't plan it."
Naziya crossed her arms.
"So it was my fault?" she asked quietly.
"No—no, no!" Arahan waved his hands frantically. "It wasn't your fault. It was the bus driver's fault, he drove like a maniac. The road was so bad."
"So the bus driver is to blame because he rode badly on a bad road?" she asked, tilting her head.
"No—wait, I mean…" Arahan scrambled. "It was the road's fault. If the government had made better roads, none of this would have happened."
Naziya raised one eyebrow.
"So the road is to blame. The government is to blame. The bus driver is to blame. Me grinding a little is to blame. Everyone is to blame… except you. Right?"
Arahan opened his mouth. Closed it. He had no answer.
He had wanted to show dominance. To scare her. To make her understand who she was messing with. But now, standing in her quiet house with her calm, piercing stare on him, he felt terrified.
But then he thought: since she seemed to be fearing him a little, why not show his cruel side again and regain control?
"Of course you're to blame here," Arahan shouted back. "If you hadn't provoked me, none of this would have happened."
Hearing him shout, Naziya's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Oh, so you're still blaming me?" she asked, voice calm but with a dangerous edge.
"Of course I am," Arahan snapped, puffing out his chest. "And I warn you, don't test my patience, or I'll do much worse than that."
Naziya tilted her head, studying him. At first she had been a little angry, her bottom was still sore from the accidental penetration on the bus, but she already knew the truth from Shaista's stories. Arahan wasn't cruel; he was just loud. And the louder he barked, the more enjoyable it became to play with him.
He thinks she started fearing him again, Arahan chuckled darkly and said, "First, I'm so tired. Prepare some food for me. Then I'll decide what to do with you next."
"Oh, okay," Naziya replied sweetly.
But instead of heading toward the kitchen, she stepped right up to him.
"What are you doing?" Arahan shouted, trying to sound intimidating.
Without a word, she scooped him up in one smooth, surprisingly strong motion, arms under his knees and back, and carried him straight to the bedroom. He was too stunned to struggle.
She dropped him gently onto the bed, but there was nothing gentle in the way her eyes raked over his body.
"You—" he started, anger flaring again, especially because he felt this was something 'he' was supposed to do to 'her'.
His protest died when she leaned over him, pinning his wrists lightly above his head with one hand. In seconds, her top was off, then her bra. A moment later, her leggings and panties slid down together, pooling at her feet.
At the same time, she tore his clothes apart with quick, efficient movements, shirt ripped open, pants yanked down, underwear gone in one pull. Arahan lay naked beneath her now, breathing fast, chest rising and falling.
He wanted to feel triumphant, powerful, but something felt… wrong.
His gaze paused on her body.
Her pussy was beautiful, pink, untouched, like a closed rosebud waiting to bloom. He could already see the faint sheen of arousal from the bus incident still lingering between her thighs.
"Relax a little," Naziya said quietly, voice soft but commanding. "It's… my first time. But don't worry, you're going to enjoy this."
Arahan blinked up at her, suddenly unsure.
"Wait—" he started.
She silenced him with a single finger pressed to his lips.
"Shhh," she whispered. "Good boys stay quiet when their mistress is speaking."