Nandani’s body still trembled from the aftermath of her orgasm, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she lay between the two men. Manik’s hands continued to roam her body, his touch both soothing and possessive, while the stranger stepped back, his dark eyes lingering on her flushed skin. The ropes around her wrists were tight, the roughness of them a constant reminder of her submission.

Manik’s voice was low, commanding, as he leaned in close to her ear. “You’ve done well so far, but we’re not finished yet.” His breath was warm against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do you trust me?”