Chapter 1

*Aye

Beat it up

Fuck it up

If it's good I could never get enough

Hands behind her back like I put her in some cuffs

Lil Vada in this bitch, I'll beat the pussy up*

"Just one more!"

His eyes were determined and his hands were ready to carry his weight for more. His chest flared up with the newly found passion. Biceps flexed

*Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up*

"C'mon one more one more!" His mind motivated him.

Blood rushed through his veins, his grip increased, heart beat faster with the rhythm of the music in the background.

*Aye, bitch, I'm tryna beat it up

Hands behind your back, watch me rearrange yo' guts

Tryna give her dick and go, I'm not tryna knock her up

Sneaky link with the bitch, I just had to pipe her up*

"You can do it!"

His lips curled into a smirk, feeling the thrill of breaking his record. His breathing accelerated as sweat trickled down his forehead.

*Aye, throw it, Westside when I'm in the pussy goin' down

I been getting top so long, I think I'm goin' down

This a threesome, I got three bitches to give me some

They all wanna fuck with a star, I'm that niggа, Up*

"that's it!"

*Ratchet bitch with tattoos, gettin' bitch with bamboos

Always tryna fuck, bitch, I can be your man too*

190! He began to count in his head.

*I'm a rich niggа, I move it, niggа, make a yo' man move

I need a ratchet bitch to fuck it like a fan do*

191

*Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up*

192

*Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up*

193

*I'ma beat it up, I'ma beat her down

I'ma knock, knock it out, go another round

Fuck the talking stage, I'm tryna go to*

194

*PoundTown, please

I need a dick licked, bitch droppin' down on her knees*

195

*I need a eat her ass, gon' eat it up, straightness

Treat it up, make her say my name when I beat it up*

196

*Tounge game, fuck it up, bad bitch

Fuck it up, slim dick, big bitch, fuck it up*

197

*Put that rose on your pussy while I knock it down

I like the bitches pussy pink, and her niggаs brown*

198

*Swim in that pussy, she wants me to drown

I'm in this bitch gettin' head, while I'm rollin' out*

199

*Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up*

200!

*Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up*

"That's it!"

Sweat glistened through his body as he gulped the air, feeling the rush in his veins, the music was in full blast and as if it was just encouraging him to go further. Jumping down on the floor after finishing his last pull-up, he finally took his breath and a proud smirk lingered on his face.

He always had the thrill of being at the top and defeating others, but his endorphins were to win against himself. Every day he tries to break his previous record and not give up until he breaks it.

The satisfaction of defeating the defeat was like morphine to him. Giving him an internal thrill and serenity that even he can't describe.

Workout is one such activity where he loves to challenge himself and win against himself at all costs.

Top in the industry, in fitness and money. He is perfect in everything. The owner of a multinational company, the hottest bachelor in the country and the one who fucks girls like a sex toy. Never giving a damn about emotions and feelings.

Emotions make a man weak! That's what he thinks. Attachments and feelings are for fools. And love is one of them. He is the biggest Casanova and fuckboy who will use you like a toy and dump you the very next day.

For him, girls are like a pleasure machine. Throw some money and they will be on their knees sucking your cock. He believes in no string-attached relationship. It's only giving and taking. Money for your body and sex for pleasure.

Atharv Singh Raizada is the CEO of the multinational company and a self-made billionaire who has no weaknesses. He prides himself on his accomplishments, his strengths, and his ability to conquer any challenge that comes his way.

He is a dominant force in both the business world and the bedroom, known for his insatiable appetite for pleasure and his disregard for anyone's feelings but his own.

Atharv Singh Raizada, the embodiment of arrogance and disdain, takes pride in his ability to manipulate and use others for his pleasure. Love to him is nothing more than a weakness to exploit, emotions are mere obstacles to discard along with the women who fall victim to his charm.

His insatiable ego revels in the power he holds over those who are foolish enough to cross his path. He believes himself to be superior, above the petty emotions that plague ordinary individuals. In his world, women are nothing more than disposable objects, meant to fulfil his every desire and discarded once they have served their purpose.

He lures them in with his deceptive charm, flashing his wealth and status like a shiny prize. Money is his greatest weapon, a tool to manipulate and control those who he deems unworthy of his attention. Their bodies were merely playthings to satisfy his insatiable appetite, his pleasure and satisfaction taking precedence over any semblance of compassion.

Athrav thrives off the power he wields over others, relishing in the control he has over their emotions. He enjoys watching them fall for him, only to be cast aside without a second thought. To him, emotions are a sign of weakness, a vulnerability that he cannot afford to entertain.

His interactions with women are purely transactional, devoid of any genuine connection or affection. Love is but a foreign concept, something he scoffs at and dismisses without a second thought. The need for emotional connection is an inconvenience, an unnecessary burden that he would rather eliminate.

In his pursuit of dominance, Athrav Singh Raizada has become a master of manipulation and emotional destruction. He revels in the power he holds over others, believing himself to be untouchable. But underneath the facade of confidence and superiority lies his immense love for his grandparents.

These two were someone, for whom he can go to any lengths and heights to keep them happy, even at the cost of his own life. Since childhood, he was grown up with his grandparents after the demise of his father that night. But what turned him into a heartless beast?

Hidden beneath his intimidating exterior, he harbours a secret love for his grandparents that he guards fiercely, unwilling to reveal any hint of vulnerability. This beastly figure, known for his power and dominance, finds solace and strength in the love they have bestowed upon him. But he hides this tenderness, fearing that it would expose a side of him he is unwilling to reveal, forever keeping the world in the dark.

The music was on full blast as he was taking some rest when the sound of heels echoed he slightly glanced at the source but in a snap of a finger, got busy on his phone, ignoring the woman who had just arrived.

"Baby! Why did you just leave this morning?"

The sultry voice fell in his ears, rolling his eyes, he completely ignored her who was almost naked in front of him.

Dismissing her presence, he stood up and glanced at her for a second, she was busy biting her lips and showcasing her body to seduce him.

He was about to walk away from there when she grabbed his wrist and tried to kiss him but he in a flash, pushed her away, making her slightly falter in her steps.

But this didn't stop her as she stood in front of him, blocking his way which was irking him now.

"What do you want, Stella?"

Gritting his teeth, he spat and her eyes sparkled at the thought. She raised her finger and caressed his jawline while biting her lips and clenching her thighs as her eyes were blinded by the lust.

"You, my love. I want you," Stella whispered seductively, her voice dripping with desire. She leaned in closer, pressing her body against his, but he remained unmoved, his expression cold and distant.

"You don't get it, do you? Get lost, Stella," he replied, his words laced with a mix of frustration and annoyance. He tried to step away again, but she held him firmly, refusing to let go.

"Stop playing hard to get, baby," Stella purred, her hands trailing down his chest, tempting him with every touch. "I know you still want me. I can see it in your eyes."

He sighed, his patience waning. "Stella, leave right now!"

A flicker of hurt crossed her face, quickly replaced by determination. "I'll never have enough of you, baby. I need you. No one else can satisfy me like you do."

His eyes hardened as he harshly pushed her away. "Get the fuck out of here."

Lust pooled in her eyes as she stubbornly held her ground. "Please fuck my pussy babe!"

She reduced the proximity between them as she slowly bit his ear and whispered in her sultry voice while her hand was squeezing his bulge.

"My pussy wants you babe!"

That was it! The moment she said it, his brown orbs turned darker and an evil grin contoured his features, watching his whore begging him, definitely did something to him.

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"On your four, ass up in the air and legs spread wide!"

A thrilling wave rushed in her blood, hearing his dominating voice as she followed the instructions.

"Hands on your back!"

She did as he asked her and by the moment she kept her arms behind her, she felt something cold around her wrist. He handcuffed her.

"Looks like someone is horny!"

She slurred in her seductive voice, while he brought the ball gag near her mouth.

"Open your mouth"

He instructed her while a slight fear flickered in her eyes, nonetheless putting her fear aside, she opened her mouth and he shoved that ball in her mouth as a drool dripped from the corner of her lips.

"Now it's time for me to punish my little slut."

His eyes got darkened as those words skipped his mouth while the lights turned dim red and her mind was clouded by the thoughts of his twisted ways to punish her little pussy.

"Now let's see what will your little pussy love to have?"

He walked to the nearby table where every sort of BDSM tool was placed in an order and her eyes widened. She watched him trailing his finger on every tool, pondering whether to use it on her or not.

"Floggers… whips or came! What do you choose sweety?" He lifted his head and saw her fearful expression which somehow thrilled him to the core.

"Let's go with the flogger and then whips!"

Gripping the tool in his calloused fingers, he strolled towards her, his aura getting darker and darker while his demons were thrilled to taste her.

"But before that, let me make your eyes close."

Taking the blindfold in his hand, in a swift motion, he blinded her eyes, heightening her curiosity and the fears that were lingering in her head. Her senses got intensified, as she could sense everything better and more effectively.

Stroking her pussy with the flogger gently, he began to tease her wet entrance and as she was getting lost in the feeling of being tickled by him, suddenly her eyes widened, feeling the sharp pain on her throbbing pussy.

"Mmm! Mmm!!!"

She moaned as she felt the sharp pain around her pink pussy as he pinched her clit, making her shudder at the sudden sensation.

Ninety-One

Ninety-Two

Ninety-Three

Ninety-Four

"So this was the pussy that was craving for my dick!"

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmm"

Ninety-Five

Ninety-Six

He flogged her throbbing pussy harder and harder until it turned red but this didn't stop him as he kept going, pleasing his monsters.

Ninety-seven

Ninety-eight

Ninety-nine

Hundred!

Tears were streaming down her face, feeling the pain around her sensitivity.

"Let's see if your pussy liked it or not!"

He stroked her sensitive folds with his fingers, making her legs tremble as her ass was red as well.

Without giving her warning, he entered his fingers inside her sensitive hole, pumping his fingers harder and faster as his other hand spanked her harder.

Her walls began to clench around his fingers as he sensed her release was near but she wasn't allowed to cum until he said so.

"I dare you to release bitch!"

He groaned and she blinked her eyes, feeling the urgent need to release herself but she had sensed the underlying threat within his words as she tried to control her orgasm.

After fingering her like a beast, he grabbed the whip and began to whoop her already sensitive asscheeks and back while she cried harder feeling the ongoing torture on her poor body.

Oh, what on earth she thought before luring the beast. She was sweating, and trembling and her eyes were red, feeling every stroke of his lash.

She wanted to scream but the gag didn't let her voice escape. The sheets around her lips were wet with her drool and her eyes were blinded by him, making her feel every stroke ten times more than the actual.

Oh, how badly she wanted to run away from him, saving her little pussy from his torment but only if she could.

By the time, what felt like an hour, her body was covered in shades of red and blue, a reflection of his sadistic pleasure.

He glared at her marked body and a proud grin formed on his face, his demons extremely pleased by the act.

"Now it's time to teach your slutty pussy some lessons. Right, Stella?"

Fear crawled in her and she tried hard to speak and free herself, she squirmed more as she tried to wiggle to free herself from him.

"Stay still!"

The moment those words left his mouth, he spread her ass cheeks and began to stroke his hardened dick and in a split second, he entered inside her, making her muffled screams echo in the room.

She writhed, moaned, cried and begged him for his mercy but all her muffled screams were like music to his ears as he kept riding her like a beast.

His one hand was choking her throat while the other was holding her in place as he was diving into his euphoria.

Sex was something, he always liked rough and being a dom, he enjoyed the submission and obedience of his sluts. It gives him a unique surge of domination that likes him.

Her energy was getting exhausted but he was still going on. She was sore. Every fibre of her body was begging him to stop, and have some mercy but he was too deaf to hear those muffled cries.

His grunting and growling were mixed with her cries and unheard begging. The whole room echoed, hearing their skin slapping each other.

"Now release yourself, blondie."

His voice was like the rain on the barren ground and the moment she heard it, she released her juices, feeling the intense orgasm and relief as her body twitched, feeling the spasms of her release.

He threw the used condom as he got off of her, leaving her writhing and tied, a pure moaning mess on his bed.

"What's the hurry blondie? I am not done yet."

Her colours faded away and she began to scream but all it was, was a gagged voice, pleading no to him.

"Didn't your pussy want me, Stella?"

He smirked as he watched her begging. Completely at his mercy. He was about to bang her again when suddenly his phone buzzed, diverting his attention to the caller.

"I'll be watching, Stella," he growled, answering the call. His voice turned cold and sinister as he spoke into the phone, leaving her tied and helpless on the bed.

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"Where is he?"

He growled as his secretary trembled due to his fear. His eyes were focused on the screen as his fingers were dancing on the keyboard.

"I'm sorry, sir, we're still trying to locate him. He must have found a way to erase his digital trail," his secretary replied, trying to keep her composure.

Angrily pounding the keyboard, he muttered, "He couldn't have gone far. We have to find him before he has a chance to leak our secrets."

"I assure you, sir, our team is working tirelessly to track him down. We won't rest until he's caught," she said, her voice filled with determination.

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the screen, hoping for any breakthrough. "We've invested so much in our research and development. If those secrets fall into the wrong hands, our entire company could be ruined."

His secretary nodded, her voice steady as she replied, "I understand the severity of the situation, sir. We're doing everything we can to prevent that from happening."

Minutes turned into hours as they both continued their relentless pursuit. The tension in the room was palpable.

Finally, a lead emerged on the screen. His eyes widened with anticipation. "We've got something," he exclaimed, a glimmer of hope shining through.

"What is it, sir?" his secretary asked, leaning in closer to get a better look.

"It seems he accessed a remote server a few minutes ago. He must be hiding somewhere nearby!" he declared, a flicker of excitement energizing his determination.

"Let's alert the security team and the authorities. We'll corner him, and he won't be able to escape," she suggested, her voice filled with confidence.

As they coordinated their plan of action, his mind raced with anticipation. This was his chance to reclaim what had been stolen, to protect his company's future. The chase had taken a different form, but the stakes were just as high.

"Call Stephen and send him the location of that bastard. Ask him to bring him to the warehouse alive at all costs."

"Yes sir."

Taking his trench coat, he sauntered out of the office while his secretary took a breath of relief as she watched him leave the room.

He reached the warehouse where Stephen had already tied the culprit up. An evil glint sparkled in his brown orbs as he watched the man, trembling in fear.

"Welcome back Nathan!"

"Please Mr. Raizada, I-I didn't do it on purpose. I-I did not want to steal it but I was forced to do it be-because they had abducted my wife."

"Oh, I see! Then why didn't you come to me, Nathan?"

"I-I thought, yo-you would not help me out. S-so I-I did it."

"You are not fucking sitting in my mind. Now I will do what I please. Get ready Nathan."

He let out a dark chuckle as he leaned back on his chair and lit his expensive cigar, watching his prey trembling in fear.

"Stephan, hang him upside down and pour the boiling oil on his body."

The man shuddered in fear as he tried to beg for mercy, his words stumbling over his fear. "Please, Mr Raizada, I didn't mean to steal from you. It was desperation, I swear!"

But the merciless gaze of Atharv remained fixed on him. "Desperation is not an excuse, Nathan. I trusted you, and you betrayed that trust."

As Stephen moved to carry out his boss's orders, Nathan's eyes widened in terror. "Please, Mr Raizada, there must be another way. I will do anything, just spare my life."

A smirk played on his lips as he took a puff of his cigar. "Anything, you say? How about you denounce those who forced you to steal from me? Give me their names, and maybe, just maybe, I will consider sparing your miserable life."

Nathan's voice trembled as he nodded frantically. "Yes, yes, I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just please, let me live."

He gestured to one of his men, his eyes filled with a sinister delight. "Good. Start talking then, Nathan. And remember, your life depends on the information you provide."

As Nathan began to spill the names and details of those who had coerced him into stealing, he listened intently, a sense of triumph growing within him. The power and control he held over the situation sent chills down Nathan's spine.

Once he had gathered enough information, he lured back into his chair and extinguished his cigar. "Very well, Nathan. You have proven yourself somewhat useful. I will spare your life, but consider this your one chance at redemption. Cross me again, and not even your wife's abduction will save you."

With a mix of relief and lingering fear in his eyes, Nathan nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Mr. Raizada. I won't let you down, I promise."

He stood up, a cold smile on his face. "See that you don't, Nathan. Now get out of my sight."

As Nathan scrambled to untie himself and scurried out of the warehouse, he plotted his next move. He had the names he needed, and now it was time to make those responsible pay, no matter what it took.

Stephen aimed his gun at Nathan, a sinister smile etched on his face, Mr Raizada's voice echoed through the warehouse.

"No, Stephen. Not here. I have a better idea."

Stephen reluctantly lowered his gun, still casting a menacing glare towards Nathan. "But, boss, he deserves to pay for his betrayal."

Mr Raizada stepped closer to Nathan, the air thick with tension. "Oh, he will pay, Stephen. But not with a quick death. Nathan must suffer for his actions. Take him to the basement."

Nathan's eyes widened in terror, understanding the gruesome fate that awaited him in the depths of the warehouse. He struggled against his bindings, pleading for mercy. "Please, Mr Raizada, I beg you! Spare me! I wish you never get the love and you keep on yearning for it just like I was for my family!"

Mr Raizada merely chuckled, the sound chilling to the bone. "Nathan, my dear boy, you should have thought about the consequences before betraying me. There are no second chances in my world."

With a nod from Mr Raizada, Stephen and two other henchmen forcefully dragged Nathan towards the basement, his desperate screams filling the air.

As the door to the basement slammed shut, the smirk returned to Mr Raizada's lips. He savoured the power he held over life and death, relishing in the fear and anguish he inflicted upon those who dared to cross him.

As he was busy discussing his further plans with Stephan, suddenly his phone buzzed, distracting him for a while but as soon as it buzzed, he dismissed it without even taking a glance.

The phone kept buzzing, making him slightly annoyed, and on the fifth call, he finally received it, without seeing the caller id.

"Hello! Young master! I am Govind speaking from your grandfather's home. I am his caretaker. I need to inform you that please come back to India, Master's health is in a critical state. He had a cardiac arrest."

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