The walk back was a blur of cool stone and stolen glances. Priya’s legs still trembled with every step, her inner thighs slick with the slow, persistent leak of her Master’s release. The corridors were quieter now, the servants having learned to vanish when the Master walked his woman through the halls. The guard from earlier was gone, replaced by a fresh face who kept his eyes fixed rigidly on the far wall as they passed.

Ranjeet walked behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. His dhoti hung low on his hips, still rumpled from their exertions, and his silence was a warm, heavy blanket wrapping around her shoulders. She did not need to look back to know he was watching her walk, watching the way her punished ass swayed with each deliberate, aching step, watching the shine on her thighs catch the light.