The Guesthouse Where the Navel is Claimed

The Next Morning

The sun streamed through Raj’s office windows as Shekar walked in, looking exhausted.

Raj swirled his whiskey, eyes locked on Shekar.

“VP by tomorrow,” he said, “in exchange for one night exploring every inch of Rani’s… irresistible navel.” His tongue flicked across his lips unconsciously.

Shekar hesitated, then pulled out his phone. The screen showed Rani in a clingy saree, her navel peeking through the folds.

“So… Rani and her navel for the VP post?”

“Yes,” Raj replied, his finger tracing the image. “See that fucking perfect Navel. By midnight, my tongue will be buried so deep, you’ll hear her scream through the walls.”

Shekar’s grip tightened on his phone.

“Well?” Raj smirked. “Do we have a deal?”

Shekar swallowed hard. “Rani would never agree to this.”

Raj smirked, setting his glass down. “She doesn’t have to.” He leaned closer, voice low. “There’s a quiet cottage in the woods—no one around for miles. Just the sounds of her soft moans… and the bed rocking.”

Shekar’s fists clenched. “You want to force her?”

Raj chuckled. “I want to awaken her.” His fingers traced the glass rim. “By morning, she’ll be begging for my touch. And you?” He smiled. “You’ll be too busy in your new office to care.”

Raj’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. “I’m talking about introducing her to pleasures she’s never imagined – my mouth worshipping that perfect little dip, tasting how sweet it gets when she shivers, my tongue exploring every inch of that deep, hungry navel… while handing you the Vice President position you’ve always wanted.”

The silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Raj watched the conflict play across Shekar’s face – the flicker of hesitation, the glimmer of temptation. He could practically see the moment greed won over loyalty.

Finally, Shekar gave a single, stiff nod.

That afternoon, Raj moved through the boutique with quiet purpose. His fingers brushed over a sheer saree—the exact shade Rani’s skin would become when he bit her waist and navel raw. The shopkeeper’s eyes widened at the scandalously short blouse, its plunging back and cropped length designed to reveal every curve of her midriff, clinging like a second skin just barely covering her breasts—more a decorative tease than proper attire.

Raj paid without a word, already calculating how the delicate material would serve two purposes: first as her attire, then as the very ropes he’d use to bind her wrists to his bedposts.

At the counter of another shop, Raj selected his tools with deliberate care—each item a promise, each ingredient a threat.

Thick honey would drip into her navel, staying sweet and sticky on her skin, Dark chocolate melted instantly against her heat, sliding in slow ribbons down her stomach until it reaches the navel.

And pills. Small, unassuming. Insurance, should Shekar forget his place.

The shopkeeper wrapped each item without comment, but Raj caught the flicker of his gaze—curiosity, unease. He paid in crisp notes, the silence between them heavy.

Outside, he handed the silk-wrapped bundle of saree and blouse to Shekar, whose fingers tightened around it. “See that she wears this tonight,” Raj said, voice low. “And keep the pills close. You’ll know if they’re needed.”

As Raj packed his bag that night, he stopped when he saw the honey bottle. The cap could hold 10ml—way too much for her. He turned it in his hands, picturing Rani’s navel—shallow at the sides but deeper in the middle. Would his tongue reach the bottom? He opened the cap, poured just half (5ml), and watched the thick honey swirl. Perfect. That would fill her navel completely without overflowing, even if she shook. He closed the bottle and smiled. Tonight, he’d try it out on her.

Rani stood before the mirror, smoothing the red silk saree Shekar had given her. The soft fabric slid over her skin like a touch. The tiny blouse left her stomach completely bare, showing off her deep navel. She turned to see how the light played across her waist, already imagining his mouth on that sensitive spot.

“Pack a bag,” Shekar had murmured, his rough fingers brushing her hip as he handed her the outfit. “I’ve booked us a private room.”

Now the saree clung to her curves, the plunging neckline making her breath hitch. She traced her bare waist, imagining his hands there instead.

“Ready?” His hungry gaze traveled from her throat to her navel.

“Take me,” she whispered, trembling with anticipation. Tonight, the saree would come off—and all her restrained moans would be his to claim.

The car purred through the night, Rani’s excited chatter filling the silence. “Just us at last,” she sighed, unaware of his clenched jaw, his white-knuckled grip on the wheel.

When the secluded cabin appeared – a lone jewel box in the dark forest – she gasped. “It’s perfect!”

Shekar stared at the darkened windows, keys biting into his palm. “Yes,” he lied. “Perfect.”

Hidden in the tree line, Raj watched them arrive, his breath catching as Rani stepped out of the car. The setting sun painted her skin in golden hues, making her glow like a goddess. The saree he’d chosen draped her perfectly – the crimson silk clinging to every curve just as he’d imagined. The scandalously short blouse left her entire midriff exposed, not a single inch of that precious waist covered. As she stretched from the long drive, a sudden breeze swept through the clearing, pressing her saree against her body and lifting the delicate fabric just enough to reveal her entire waist – the smooth curves leading down to that breathtaking navel.

“Raj’s mouth dried up as he finally saw her deep belly button – that perfect navel – clearly for the first time, with no saree or anything covering it.” It looked even more perfect up close—a neat, round hole that seemed to beg to be touched. He could already imagine his tongue moving around inside it. Would his whole tongue fit inside her navel and reach the bottom? Or would only the tip make it halfway? Just thinking about pushing it in as far as possible, licking every sensitive part inside, made his heart pound loudly.

He imagined how her skin would taste – a little salty, a little sweet, like the honey he’d bought just for this. Would she gasp when his tongue first touched that special dip? Would her stomach shake when he pushed as deep as he could, seeing how far her belly button would let him go? The thought felt so real, he could almost feel her warm skin on his lips right now.

A second, stronger breeze lifted Rani’s saree higher from her waist, exposing more skin and giving Raj a perfect view of how her navel deepened when she took a sharp breath. The sight was flawless—he could see every curve of that tempting hollow, but the very bottom stayed hidden in shadow. He couldn’t see where it ended. The depth seemed endless, and he suddenly knew his whole tongue would have to explore it fully. It was like the universe was teasing him, showing him exactly what he would soon make his own. His fingers and tongue battled – which would touch her belly button first? His fingers burned to measure its depth, while his tongue ached to taste its sweetness. His hand jerked forward before he caught himself.”Fingers first,” he decided—to measure its depth. Then tongue… to taste.

Soon, he promised himself as he watched her walk inside, swaying hips making her saree shimmer. Very soon he’d know exactly how much of his tongue that beautiful navel could take – every last millimeter of it, pressed deep until he finally reached that untouched bottom.

Inside, Shekar made a show of checking his phone. “Damn it – emergency at the office.”

Rani’s smile faltered. “Right now? But we just got here!”

Shekar kissed her forehead, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll be back in five hours. Lock the door behind me.”

The moment his taillights disappeared down the dark forest road, Raj stepped from the shadows…and rang the bell.