Ananya stayed on the living room rug exactly as she had been told.

Naked. Legs open. The thick, creamy load Rajendra had left inside her continued to leak out in slow, warm trails that ran down over her asshole and soaked into the fibres beneath her. The air-conditioning kept her nipples tight and her skin covered in fine goosebumps. Time stretched. She listened to the distant sound of his voice from the study—calm, professional, discussing something about shipments and payments—while her own cunt twitched and dripped in the middle of the open room.