LOVING ACP SIR - PART 2

Mild Mature content ahead 😶‍🌫️🔞

Thulir's POV

"This is not the first time for you"

I muttered, adjusting my petticoat, knowing he'd inevitably handle the blouse knot. A chuckle rumbled behind me as he approached, his fingers feathering across my back.

"Hmmm, You are intoxicating me"

His words made me smile lightly, his fingers deliberately brushing against my skin as he gathered the ends of the blouse tie. He began to knot it. A sharp intake of breath escaped me as the knot tightened.

"It's too tight,"

I complained, my eyes meeting his in the mirror. He shook his head, loosened the tie, and glanced at my reflection for approval. I nodded. He finished the bow, then snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me into a back hug, his chin resting on my shoulder. My eyebrows rose in question. He smiled.

"You are enchanting, di Theeni," he whispered.

"Huhuh," I responded.

"Yes," he affirmed, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. I inhaled deeply, then gently removed his hands, which had begun to roam too freely over my navel. I turned to face him, and he groaned, a sulky expression settling on his face.

"What now?"

I asked. "Why are you here, Agathiya?"

He sighed, drawing in a long breath. He pulled me back into his arms, resting his head on mine.

"Sorry, dii..." he muttered.

"Is that enough, Agathiya?" I asked, pulling back slightly to look at him.

"Then what do you want me to do? Do you think I deserve punishment for that?"

"That you do," I shrugged, lightly pushing him away to create some space between us. He sighed, his gaze travelling from my head to my toes.

"What kind of punishment?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. I smirked, grabbing a saree from the side table and tossing it to him. He caught it with a frown.

"What's this?"

"You are going to drape that saree on me now."

"Is that a punishment?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in amusement. I simply nodded.

"It seems like a reward instead," he remarked, a devious smile playing on his lips. I smirked back.

"That depends on my mood, Commissioner Sir. You have years of experience watching me drape the saree and stripping it off me. So, let's test your observation skills. Drape that saree for me without getting distracted, and then I will consider forgiving you."

"That's so simple," he commented. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh really? Then do it," I said, shrugging my shoulders. He accepted the challenge, stepping forward to unwrap the saree. He frowned as he looked at the fabric, clearly confused, and I already knew why. I folded my arms and watched him. After a few more seconds of trying to figure out which part to start with, he looked at me for help.

"Which side is the end?" he asked.

"It's a double-sided saree, Agathiya. You can start draping from any side," I replied.

"Oh," he said, holding one edge and tucking it into my petticoat on one side. He looked up at me, and I raised my eyebrows. He shook his head in disbelief and carefully came around me twice with the saree fabric, tucking the edges into the petticoat while I stood still. After two rounds, he stood in front of me, now completely stuck. He couldn't figure out what to do. He threw the other end of the saree over my left shoulder but was now confused with the leftover fabric. He attempted to make pleats, but it was a confusing mess. He tucked it in on the reverse side, but it looked bizarre, and his face showed he didn't like what he had done. So, he removed the saree again and started doing the same thing in reverse, only to get stuck once more.