The heavy crimson door clicked shut behind Anaya with a finality that made her stomach flip and her pussy clench. The room was exactly as she remembered from the last session, deep red walls that seemed to pulse with heat, black leather furniture gleaming under the low crimson lighting, and the unmistakable scent of leather, lube, and her own arousal from previous visits. But tonight was different. Tonight the massive examination table dominated the center of the room, its cold metal stirrups already extended and waiting like open jaws.

Vikram stood beside it in his black silk shirt, sleeves rolled up, watching her with that dark, hungry smile that always made her knees weak. The collar around her throat , the heavy gold one engraved “Vikram ki Randi” felt heavier than usual tonight.