
Wednesday, 6:48 a.m.
The building was still wrapped in pre-dawn quiet. The lobby security nodded sleepily as Arjun swiped in, black jockstrap already biting into his hips under his trousers. Meera had left it in his top drawer yesterday—simple black mesh pouch, thin straps that framed his ass cheeks like a harness. Wearing it felt obscene. Every step reminded him what she planned to claim today.






















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