Raghav's opulent mansion office. He's standing behind his desk, his secretary, Priya, kneeling before him. She's naked except for her black stilettos. Raghav's hand is fisted in her long, dark hair as he forces her head to bob up and down on his massive, throbbing cock. His other hand grips the edge of the desk, knuckles white with the effort to hold back. Priya gags and slurps obscenely, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to breathe around his girth. The thick, musky scent of sex fills the room.
Suddenly, there's a sharp knock at the door. Raghav doesn't pause, just growls, "Enter!" His older brother, Vikram, walks in, freezing when he sees the scene before him. Raghav's eyes narrow dangerously.
Raghav slam his cock in priya hole like a monster
Priya screamed ah ahhhhhh fuckkk ahhh sir
Ragha slammed more harshily he growls " I don't like voice , slave take it like this
Rand ne awaz nahi karni chahiye samjii ahhhh fuckkkk yes like this ahhhhh
Raghav slam the cock inside out like she is just hole which she is .
Raghav: "What the fuck do you want, Vikram?"
Raghav's eyes flash with anger, and he roughly shoves Priya's head back, forcing his cock out of her throat. She gasps for air, coughing and sputtering. Raghav's cock stands hard and wet, slick with her spit. He grabs Priya's chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him.
Raghav: "You better make this quick, Vikram. I don't like my fun being interrupted. And you..." [He turns his attention back to Priya, a cruel smile playing on his lips.] "You better not stop. Keep going, or I'll make you regret it."
\[He shoves Priya's head back down on his cock, ignoring her choked protests. She resumes her work, slurping and gagging as she tries to breathe through her nose. Raghav's attention returns to Vikram, his expression cold and demanding.
Vikrant stormed inside.
“Raghav! We need to talk. The shipment—”
Silence.
Priya froze on the floor.
Raghav’s jaw tightened.
His eyes darkened—slowly, dangerously.
Vikrant’s face fell when he finally registered the scene.
Raghav leaned forward, voice low and terrifyingly calm.
“You didn’t knock.”
“Raghav, it’s important—”
“You didn’t knock,” he repeated, each word colder than the last.
Priya rose quickly, head down, but Raghav didn’t allow it.
He grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to remain where she was.
“She stays,” he said, eyes still on Vikrant.
“She hasn’t finished.”
Vikrant swallowed, guilt flashing across his face.
But he still tried to speak.
Priya take raghav cock in her mouth like devote raghav treating her like his puppy
“Look, the shipment—”
Raghav stood up.
His hand left Priya’s neck, not gently—
he simply dropped her.
He walked toward Vikrant with slow, controlled steps—the kind that made the entire mansion fall silent in seconds.
“You interrupt me,” Raghav said.
“During my time.”
“Raghav, listen—”
Raghav’s fist collided with his brother’s jaw so hard it sent him crashing into the hallway wall.
Gasps erupted.
The entire family had gathered there—
His grandmother, watching with satisfaction.
His cousins, trembling.
His brother’s wife, hand over her belly, terrified.
The cousin who loved him, stared at his secretary who is smirking at her and fixing her clothes siya dropped her teary eyes
Raghav dragged Vikrant up by the collar and shoved him into the center of the hall.
“You think being older makes you equal to me?”
He slapped him once—
not wild, not emotional—
controlled. Precise. Dominant.
“You think you can enter my room because you’re his son?”
Another slap.
Harder.
Vikrant’s wife cried out, but Raghav’s eyes flicked toward her—
one look, and she went silent.
“Kneel,” Raghav ordered.
Vikrant hesitated—only for a second—
and Raghav kicked his leg.
His older brother fell to his knees.
“Remember your place,” Raghav said softly, bending slightly to whisper in his ear.
“Everyone in this family kneels before me.
Even you.”
He pushed Vikrant’s face down until his forehead touched the marble floor.
Then Raghav straightened, adjusting his shirt like nothing had happened.
His grandmother smiled proudly.
His cousins shrank back.
Priya could barely breathe.
Raghav turned back to her, expression unreadable.
“You,” he ordered.
“Follow.”
Priya obeyed instantly, head bowed, a silent toy trailing behind her.
And the family watched—
not with shock.
Not anymore.
Only with fear of the monster they lived with.
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