Chai, Ishq & old Bollywood Melodies

“That bastard,” Andy cursed again. “Well, we’re not letting him go that easily. Get in touch with the embassy and see if we can get a recorded statement from him, preferably video,” Andy practically barked at his assistant, and she stammered a “yes.”

You had accompanied your husband on his way to work so he could drop you off at the supermarket. You were watching the goings-on with a concerned look at Andy. You could tell your husband was strung out. He hung up with his secretary, muttering something to himself. 

“Oh, Andy,” you placed a comforting hand on his thigh. “Something wrong?” you asked him softly as you rubbed soothingly along his thigh. 

“Oh, it’s just,” Andy sighed and rubbed a hand through his beard, keeping his eyes on the road, “this witness is making our life hell.” 

“I’m sorry,” you rubbed his arm gently this time. “ Is there anything I can do to help?”

Andy sighed and kept his eyes on the road. He fumed silently, lost in his own thoughts. 

“Andy,” you called out again, slightly annoyed at his antics. “Don’t do that.”

“Do WHAT?” He retorted with more force than necessary. His sudden lashing made you recoil in surprise. 

“Don’t….don’t shut me out like that. I asked you if I could do anything for you,” you muttered in a small voice, “there was no need to lash out at me like that,” you added while playing with your fingers. 

Andy didn't react to that, just huffed and continued driving. "Listen, just please park the car right here. I'll walk the rest of the way."

"Why?" He replied tersely. 

"Because you're acting weird and I can't be around you right now."

"Excuse me?" Andy barked at you. 

"You heard me. We'll talk when you're not being such an ass." 

Andy slowed down the car and turned his head slightly towards you. “What was that honeybun?” 

The chilled menace in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. “N-nothing,” you mumbled with your head down, not wanting to sour his mood further. 

“I asked you a question. I need an answer. Chop chop, honeybun, you know Daddy doesn’t have much patience.” 

Really? The audacity of this man! You rolled your eyes at his double standards, hoping his focus on the road meant he wouldn’t see that. 

Boy, were you wrong. 

The car came to a screeching halt, enough to jolt you forward bodily. You yelped as the seatbelt tugged you back and gave you whiplash. Andy was merciless as he growled at you without missing a beat, “That’s it. Playtime. Get in the back of the car.”

“What?” 

“You heard me. Get. In. The. Back. Of. The. Car.” You blinked at him, but seeing the look on his face, you scrambled to do as he ordered. You had no choice. He had clearly instructed you to get into your sub mode with your code word.  

“It’s not like I mumbled it like you did,” is what you heard him muttering as you opened the back door. He unbuckled himself and doffed his suit jacket, wrapping it carefully around the back of his seat and rolling up his shirt till his elbows. “Hands and knees, ass facing me, and take off those goddamn panties.” 

You were thankful that he had chosen a very secluded cul-de-sac to park his car, or else you would have hesitated in obeying him. Sure, you two were kinky as fuck, but you were terribly shy, and even Andy drew the line at exhibitionism. 

He rounded the car and opened the door on your side, getting in. He palmed your ass once as if warming it up for what was to come. "Do you know why I'm punishing you?"

A whine came out of you, and that wasn't the right answer. Andy kneaded your asscheeks a little more forcefully. "I asked you a question, baby. I need an answer."

"I…I should never roll my eyes at Daddy," you mumbled, shame causing your cheeks to heat up. 

"That's right," Andy spat out in a condescending tone. "You know the rules, at least. And what's the next one?"

"I should always tell Daddy why I'm breaking the rules bef-before p-punishment."

"Attagirl," he spoke to you as if speaking to a small child, "not completely useless, huh? That's good. Now tell me, why did you roll your eyes at me?"

"Coz-coz, you didn't answer my question."

"No, baby, that's not it, think again," his palm kept groping you. 

"But that's it, Daddy," you didn't know what came over you, but you sat up and faced him. "I asked you if I could help you, and you didn't answer, and then when you did you-you were so mad, and it wasn't f-fair," you gulped back your sobs, knowing you had probably made it worse for yourself. Too late for that. 

Andy cocked his head to the side, his eyes glinting with barely controlled fury. "Is that so, honeybun? Go on, enlighten Daddy since clearly, that's what you want to do."

You said your piece before your courage deserted you. "Y-you were upset, and I j-just wanted to help. B-but you d-didn't answer me and then yelled. It's not fair, Daddy," you ended on a desperate whine. 

Andy rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "You're right, my sweet honeybun. Daddy was wrong. He shouldn't have yelled at you like that." 

"Mm-hmm," you nodded, "he was."

"Yeah. Especially because my poor honeybun just wanted to help, right?"

"Uh huh,"

"Well then, you know how you can help me, right? By taking your punishment like a good girl. I think 20 spanks should do. Back in your position." He ordered in an even tone. 

You turned back around with your face down and ass up. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He patted your ass before landing the first swat. You whined and bit your lip, your body jerking forward with his force. 

"And then, for your troubles, daddy's gonna finger fuck you. Wanted to fuck ya, but we'll save that for later. Can't ruin my shirt with your baby cream, can I? Hmm?" He growled as he continued spanking you, turning your ass red with every slap. 

"Gets everywhere. You're just so messy, aren't you, honeybun? Lookit, already leaking," he tutted. 

"Wanted to help Daddy, huh? Well, you're good for one thing only," he kept up his rant, "there are many things Daddy can't control, but this pussy right here," he abruptly stopped talking to spit on your exposed slit, "this is mine. All mine to do what I want, hmm?"

He paused in his spanks to wet his fingers in your mouth. "Get them wet. Suck 'em nice and deep, thaaaat's right," he groaned as you complied, tonguing and deepthroating his fingers as if it were his cock. When his wedding ring bumped against your teeth, you closed your eyes and smiled to yourself. 

Took you long enough to understand what was up. But now that you did, you allowed yourself to slip deeper into your subspace. 

"Thatta girl," he was so attuned to your body that he praised you the moment he saw your body go lax at your full submission. You weren't gonna fight what he did next, not anymore. 

"Dumb baby, aren't you? Didn't understand what Daddy was all about 5 minutes ago, huh? Do I fuck you stupid every time? Huh?" He spanked your ass when you didn't reply immediately, and you squealed, "Answer me."

"Yes, yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. So here's what's gonna happen. Daddy's gonna control his pussy the way he wants, and THAT'S how you help him." He finished his 20 spanks and suddenly pierced your pussy with his two wet fingers. 

"Only good for that, huh? Warming Daddy's cock and fingers in every hole."

Oh, he was bringing out the big guns. His talking to you like that always did it for you. "Yes, daddy, so good," you cried, as tears dampened the car seat and you got overwhelmed at his thick fingers lodged deep inside you, screwing you with abandon. 

He lightly scraped your inner walls with his nails, making you shudder and convulse. Then he started screwing them and rotating them so that you felt his ring rubbing against your clit. You started shuddering, knowing that you were about to cum any second now. 

"No, don't you dare. Don't you dare cum before I tell you to," he warned as his fingers continued parting and wiggling inside you. He petted along your walls until he found the coarse patch that made you see stars. "Ahhhh, there it is, sweet girl. You want to cum? Hmm? Do you want to cum?"

"Y-yes, Daddy, so bad," you gasped. 

"Say please then,"

"Please daddy," you sobbed, "please, I've been good."

"Thaaaat's right. So pretty when you cry. Helping Daddy feel good already," he sounded calmer than before, which you took as a good sign. You smiled to yourself and let him do his thing. 

"Cum. Now." He said at the same time that he pressed on your G-spot, his ring rubbing your clit on the outside, making you see stars. To add to it, he tongued around your clit and sucked on your puffy lips, making you shudder and scream as you squirted on his face. 

"Thaaaat's right, so good, did so good honeybun, so sweet," he manhandled you into a lying position, burying his face in your cunt immediately. 

"No, no, no," you gasped, overstimulated. "No daddy, too much. Please. Don't wanna mess your shirt."

He looked at you from between your legs, eyes a molten blue shining with determination. He propped your thighs on his shoulders as he knelt on the floor. "You won't, honey. Daddy will catch it all in his mouth. Sit back babygirl, you deserve your reward. Daddy needs to compensate his girl for being unfair."

"Daddy," you whispered as your eyes rolled back in your head at his overstimulation. Andy never minded this eye-rolling, as his lips spread in a smug grin even as he ate you out. 

He made sure to scrub his beard against your inner thighs by shaking his head against your cunt. His fingers plunged into you again, helping his tongue and lips along as he sucked on your dripping clit. 

You squirted again, and he wiped his mouth lewdly as he rose between your thighs. Just then, his phone rang. He motioned for you to keep quiet and get dressed as he answered it with his usual "go for Barber." Except for him catching his breath, he was back to his formal self. 

"Where are you, sir? The Hansen hearing is happening in 20 minutes."

"Ah, Barbara," it was his colleague. "I just took a detour for an errand I had."

"Are your notes ready? We were going to discuss them beforehand," the woman almost screeched down the phone. 

"Calm down," Andy rubbed a hand down his face, "remember I briefed you about everything yesterday over the Zoom call? Plus, my secretary sent you the minutes of the meeting over email. Check those while I get there," Andy spoke over her, “and Barbara, let me lead. Got that?"

That was Andy Barber. Always the Alpha dog. 

You had finished dressing and sat upright in the back seat, adjusting the top half of your clothes. You panted and sipped some water from the bottle that sat in Andy's cup holder. 

He donned his jacket and started the car again. "Do you wanna go grocery shopping before or after the hearing, darling?" He looked over at you in the rearview mirror. 

"After," you panted, all fucked out after your little romp. You brushed a hand through your sweaty hair, and Andy smiled at the sight of you all flushed in your post-sex haze. 

"You okay? What's your colour?"

"Mmm, so green. I'm a lil sleepy though." You said as you splayed out in the backseat. 

"That good, huh?"

"Mmmm"

"Sorry, baby. You know I didn't mean all that, right?" You could see him frowning in the mirror.

"Andy, c'mon. I know it's all heat of the moment. But you know I'm gonna have to get revenge, right?"

"All yours tonight, darling," he smirked as he put the car in park. "We're here. You got your ID?"

You nodded. You made grabby hands for your handbag, which was now lying at the bottom of your front seat. Andy helped you locate it, and you fished out the visitor ID card and slung the lanyard around your neck. 

It was a warm day outside the car. The security guard greeted you with a "Mrs Barber" and a smile even before you flashed your card at him. You followed your man as he power walked through the corridors as if he owned the place. 

He pushed open the double doors to a courtroom and held them open for you with a smile. You sat down at the far corner of the room, on the opposite side from Andy, so you could see him. 

The moment you made contact with the cold wood of the bench, your eyes widened at the realisation that your panties were gone. You looked towards the front, where Andy was looking so smug that you could see the hint of his upturned lips under his beard all the way at the front of the room. He patted his pockets as if feeling your gaze on him. Just then, he stood up to say his piece before the judge, making you clench your thighs at the authority with which he commanded the room. 

You dripped a little on the bench and closed your eyes in mortification, feeling sorry for the person who'd sit in that spot after you. You cleared your throat and turned to face the judge, feigning interest in the proceedings.

The stern old judge couldn't hold your attention for long as your eyes drifted back to drink in your husband's delicious side profile. The sight that met you caused your pussy to clench again and your clit to lurch.

Your husband was stroking his fingers across his lips. That's how it looked to others, but you knew what he was up to, and it made you choke on your spit. He was sniffing the fingers that had just been inside you, as his wedding ring glinted in the mild sunlight streaming in from the windows lining the room.

And if that wasn't enough, you saw his pink tongue darting out and lapping at his ring. This man. He was gonna give you an aneurysm one day. He turned around and winked at you, causing you to drop your mouth open and gasp at his actions. But he had no fear of getting caught, as with a shit-eating grin, he faced forward and turned his focus on the judge.

Yeah, no. You were gonna ride his face after this case. Groceries be damned, you'll order takeaway for a couple of days. Or fifteen. 

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