The scent of him still clung to her skin, a primal perfume of sweat and cum. Nandini knelt, licking his fingers clean with a slow, adoring drag of her tongue. Her mind was a soft, warm blank, filled only with the taste of him and the heavy ache of her own pleasure-sated body.

Manik’s hand stroked her hair, a gesture that felt more like a master petting a well-trained animal. “You’ve done well,” he murmured. “But you’re ready for more. You’re ready to be shown.” His dark eyes gleamed with a new, predatory light. “Tonight, I’m hosting a party. My friends are coming. And you… you will be the main entertainment.”